“Wow, your hands are so big,” Saffron said in that teasing, lilting voice. “Bet you could smother me with them.”
I nearly shuddered. All the times Ididthink about smothering Saffron popped into my head, buzzing like flies. I shook them off. That felt like a different lifetime now. I would never, ever use my hands to hurt him.
“I won’t be doing that,” I said gruffly. “But I will do this.”
One of my hands released Saffron’s wrist and snaked down his chest and belly, finally stopping below his belt. The bulge in his pants was already prominent. As I ran my palm across it and heard Saffron’s soft moan, my skin felt hotter and tighter. My heart hammered, and sweat beaded at my hairline.
Saffron writhed, bucking slowly into my palm. His expression was hazy with ecstasy. It sent a fresh dose of pleasure pulsing through my veins. Watching an alpha moan and wriggle beneath me was hotter than I could’ve imagined.
I swallowed past my rapidly beating heart and, with a leap of courage, slipped my hand beneath his waistband. Saffron sucked in a gulp of air as I cupped him through his boxer-briefs. His cock welcomed my palm with twitches of desire. As I rubbed him through the fabric, my heart slammed into overdrive. It beat so fast I felt like I might pass out.
Saffron breathed out a chuckle. His eyes were half-lidded with gratification. “I’m the one who invented the no-fucking-in-the-common-room rule, but I can’t resist you. Let’s break the rules together.”
He lazily brought his free hand to the over-shirt tied around my waist and swiftly undid the knot, letting it fall to the floor.
I blushed, embarrassed for a second. Then I realized Saffronwantedto see me naked. I wouldn’t deny him that pleasure.
To my surprise, he ignored my cock, and instead ran his hand along my sagging belly. Saffron bit his lip as he dragged gentle fingers along my hairy overhang. I saw his erection twitch.
“Perfect,” Saffron murmured, staring hungrily at my body. “You’re fucking perfect, Rorik.”
My face flushed. I wasn’t used to any sort of compliments, much less ones about my fat stomach.
Suddenly, Saffron jerked his pinned wrist free from my grasp so he could touch my belly with both hands. His eyes smoldered. He reminded me of a dragon fawning over a prize—which I suppose was true. It felt incredible to be wanted to this degree.
A low growl hummed in Saffron’s throat as his hands roamed across my belly. He paid attention to every inch of skin, caressed every stretch mark, worshiped every flabby fold. His eyes burned as if on fire. That raw, carnal desire couldn’t be faked. He really did love my fat as much as he claimed.
“All of this is mine,” Saffron rasped, a draconic edge to his voice. “Understood?”
I shuddered. My heart—and cock—were both in love with him.
“Yes,” I said thickly.
When Saffron grinned, I saw the glinting edge of his elongated fangs. I shuddered in anticipation instead of fear.
“Keep touching me,” he said.
Even his orders were mild. A firm request instead of a demand. An invitation to pleasure rather than a threat of punishment. My chest ached again, bursting with fondness for this alpha who’d guided me to a brighter path.
I nodded eagerly, more than happy to stroke Saffron’s cock. The way he writhed and moaned was its own reward, but after a few moments, he put his hand on my shoulder.
“I want you on your knees,” he said, voice rough with arousal. “But only ifyouwant to.”
A gruff laugh came out of me as I sank to the floor.
“Trust me. I want to,” I vowed.
Saffron smirked, nodding at his still-clothed lower half. “Then help yourself.”
I undid his pants in a frenzy, yanking them down to his ankles before burying my face in his musky underwear. The thick, heady scent flooded my nostrils and shot straight down to my groin. My dick throbbed. I resisted the urge to stroke myself and immediately blow my load. I wanted to savor this moment.
Slowly, I peeled down Saffron’s underwear. His cock sprung free, twitching and ready to be appreciated. I formed a ring with my fingers around the base, holding him steady while I brushed my lips against his shaft. He groaned and rolled his head against the leather couch.
“That’s it, Rorik,” Saffron murmured.
The overwhelming scent of him combined with the blood rushing to my cock made me dizzy. I shut my eyes, focusing on the sensation of his hot flesh against my lips. My heart pounded so loud it felt like the entire world could hear it.
I didn’t know exactly what to do, but I figured I’d learn along the way. I trusted Saffron to guide me on this journey together.
