He replaced his thumb with his fingers, curling them deep while he sucked down on my bud. My leg shook and almost collapsed, but something tightened around my waist to hold me up.
I knew it couldn’t be Tate since both his hands were occupied.
Everything inside of me liquified, tightening and throbbing, begging to get past that one final push.
My moans turned to cries of, “Please. Please. Please. Please.”
I begged and pleaded, my fingers jerked on Tate’s hair, and my hips ground into his mouth, all while staring down Kyren. Then Tate nipped at my clit, and everything exploded.
If the party didn’t know what we were doing, they surely knew now. I screamed so loud that my throat felt raw. Kyren’s shadows were the only thing holding me up while Tate lapped at me, cleaning up every drop until I quivered and jerked at his touch.
“Please, no more,” I whined, pushing his head. “I can’t.”
Tate hummed against my core. “Oh, I think you can, but this is supposed to be a reward. I’ll stop… for now.”
Kyren let me go, and I sagged into Tate’s arms. He wrapped his arms around me, adjusting my clothing back in place. Tate tilted my chin up, and his lips brushed against mine.
“Now, we can go back to the party, or we can go back to our room for round two.” He brushed the side of my face. “We can see how many times I can make you come before the sun comes up.”
My eyes lifted to the moon, barely over halfway across the sky. “That’s hours from now.”
“I know.” Tate smirked.
Even still catching my breath, my body tingling in the aftermath, the thought of Tate doing that again was far more tempting than going back to a party filled with supernaturals who didn’t like either of us. Him for being with Kyren, and me, well, if they knew who I really was, no one would be offering up a drink to me.
Decision made, I licked my lips.
“Round two please.”
Chapter twenty-two
Jack
Acrowcawed,andI jerked up in bed. Blinking into the dim room, I surveyed the room. A glance down at myself had me jerking the blankets over my bare chest. The bed shifted beside me, then Tate’s lips pressed to my shoulder.
“Good morning,” he croaked, humming as his hands slid around my waist.
I shifted and winced, aching between my thighs. Then last night came pouring back into my head, making me flush. “I feel asleep.”
Tate chuckled. “Passed out, more like.”
“I’m so embarrassed,” I groaned and buried my face in his chest.
His hand smoothed up and down my bare back. “It’s alright. I’d like to say it was because of me, but you’re just not used to it yet.” He kissed my forehead and brushed my hair off my face. “But that’s alright,” he kissed my nose, “we’ve got plenty of time to practice.”
I moaned as his hand cupped my breast, pulling and twisting at my nipple, his hard length pressed against my side. Something cold and metal brushed my leg, and I jerked back.
“What’s that?”
Tate smirked. “Oh, yeah, you passed out before we got there.”
Lifting the cover, my eyes dropped to his cock, long and hard and decorated with six silver barbells up the bottom of the length of it. “Why would you —? What is…?”
His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it once, twice. “Why do you think?”
Curiosity and a new surge of desire filtered through me. Suddenly, I didn’t care that I was sore, I wanted to know whatthatfelt like from the inside.
Tate’s nostrils flared and, just when I thought we’d make it to the next step in our relationship, my phone went off. This ringtone was specifically for my dad, Antoine.
