Woodenly, I turned to look down the other end of the hall.
Wolf and Ruin stood there with smug expressions that I wanted to wipe off their faces.
I bowed to Wolf and ordered, “Not a word.”
“But—”
“No.”
As I turned and started to close the door, Wolf called out, “I’ll tell the cooks to leave some breakfast for you bothlater.”
I clenched my teeth but managed to get out, “Thank you,” then shut the door and stalked to the bathroom.
I had a man I needed to get ready for.
Myman.
Myboyfriend.
My stomach fluttered, and I felt like I was going to throw up, but I pushed through the nerves because I’d admit he was mine even when he drove me up the wall.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LINK
ONE MONTH LATER
“Jesus motherfuckin’ Christ, baby.” I slid my fingers into Ryo’s hair as he sucked my dick like a damn Hoover. “You make me feel so good. Love your mouth, snook. Love your arse too. And your face. Hell, all of you is my top—teeth,” I warned when he suddenly bit down on my erection.
He pulled off and warned, “I need you to fill my mouth so I can make this meeting.”
Snorting, I told him, “I was working on it.”
He stood with a glare and undid his pants. “You come faster when you fuck me. We’re doing that.”
“But I haven’t prepped you. I ain’t just gonna shove it in and hurt you.”
His pretty face heated. “Don’t worry about that.” He pushed his pants and boxers down, kicking them away. With his knees to the couch, he pulled his shirt up to hold it in front of him and pressed his chest to the back of the cushions, jutting his arse out for me.
“Goddamn, snook, you look hot.”
“Link,” he whined.
I stood. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.” My gaze travelled down between his sweet globes to see something plastic and red sticking out of his hole. Groaning low, I palmed my cock. “You did this for me?”
“Yes. Now fuck me.”
Yanking off my tee, I pushed my jeans all the way down and kneeled on the edge behind him, between his spread legs. We’d already been dressed for the day but had gotten carried away when we were kissing on the couch.
Threading my fingers through the top of his hair, I dragged his head back to my shoulder and used my free hand to grip the butt plug. “You needed your man able to fuck you whenever you wanted.”
He moaned.
“Tell me,” I ordered, sucking on his ear lobe.
“Yes. I always want you inside me.”
A groaned growl dropped from my lips, loving he shared that, as my cock throbbed. Slowly, I pulled the plug free and threw it onto the couch before forcing him, with a hand to his back, to lean over the couch more. “Gonna fill you up, baby. Fuck you hard.”
