He’s right. The orgasm I left behind is all over the giant red tattoo, but I’m done tasting myself; I want to tastehim.
Focusing wholly on my task, I suck and lick across his thigh, reveling in every harsh breath and groan he tries to keep down.
Once I’m fully satisfied that themessis taken care of, I try my luck at moving north again, desperate to see if I can make him unravel as easily as he does me.
At the meadery, I vaguely recall him fucking his fist while his face was buried between my legs, but I didn’t get to really see it, too lost in my own fucking pleasure to register any of it.
But now, all I can think of is to wonder if he’ll shout when he comes in my mouth, or if he’ll let out another wild growl and fuck my face with the same precise brutality he does everything else.
“Bunny,” he groans. “You did such a good job. You want me to feed you this cock?”
I desperately nod.
His chest caves in on a heavy breath, and he looks pained, staring down at me with furrowed brows, the obvious wet spot from precum calling my name.
I lean in and lick the spot, my eyes rolling back in my head from the taste and the heady power I feel down here on my knees.
His answering moan is so harsh and loud, it’s closer to a fucking bark than anything else.
“I’m not gonna go easy on you,” he mutters, tightening his grip on my hair.
“I know.”
With a depraved, relieved groan, Cormac reaches with one hand to his waistband, lowering it to?—
A knock on the door breaks us both out of the trance.
“Fuck,” he mutters, standing suddenly and pulling me to my feet just as quickly. “Skyler. Go get dressed.”
The only word to describe my current state as I glance down at the still clothed cock I won't get to taste isdevastated.
“Stop looking at it or it’ll never go down,” Cormac pleads. “Please go get dressed so I don’t have to kill Skyler for seeing you like this.”
Against my will, I quickly run away from him, down the hall, and into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.
I shouldn’t be this disappointed. Shouldn’t be disappointed at all.
But for a few minutes, I couldn’t think about what we’ve just done, what I’ve been through tonight, or even all the other bullshit going wrong.
All I could think about was how good everything felt, how much I loved turning my brain off and just being a living embodiment of desire.
There’s no denying any of it anymore.
The escape Cormac offers is addictive.He’saddictive. So much so that I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
And as terrifying as that thought is, the idea of going back to not having him at all is a fate I don’t think I’d accept.
Chapter 27
Pretty Handsy
CORMAC
Try as I might, I can't ignore the sniffles continuing to reach me from Brigit's side of the car.
She put on a brave face when she had to, and I distracted her as long as I could. But now, in the silence of the car, all the things we’ve been pushing down have bubbled to the surface.
When Sky returned, he mentioned that a few local neighborhood-watch-type apps had reported hearing gunshots from this complex, but nothing concrete had come of it.
