Rafe’s eyes flashed gold and his fangs lengthened, the racing of his heart a reassurance that Adri wasn’t the only one completely overcome by this thing between them.
Done with talking now he’d said what he needed to say, Adri let his tongue slip out to lap at the head of Rafe’s cock that was just in reach, knowing the rasping texture would drive him crazy.
“Going to spin around so I can watch you come untouched, just like you said.”
“No magic this time. Save your strength,” Adri said as Rafe repositioned them.
The angle was perfect now to take the wolf shifter right down his throat, so Adri didn’t bother giving him any warning. He just tilted his head right back and dragged Rafe down to the root.
He hadn’t been joking when he said he’d probably come again just from this. Somewhere between the third and fourth orgasms Rafe had coaxed from his body, he’d become hypersensitive, and all the wires in his body were well and truly crossed. It felt like it was harder to stop himself from coming than it was to come.How many times could he climax if Rafe didn’t relent? He knew the answer. Only as many as he wanted. Only as many as he could safely have. Rafe wouldn’t let anything else be true.
The feel of his mate’s cock on his tongue was everything. Dizzy from arousal, desperate to please, he worshipped his length like he never had anyone before. Every sense was tuned in to Rafe’s pleasure. He alternated sucking him deep and hard, with teasing licks and kisses that he could tell drove Rafe wild because he heard every caught breath, every skipped heartbeat. The scent of Rafe’s arousal spiked each time he gave him pleasure, feeding his own.
The vibrations of Adri’s moans of pleasure were what finally seemed to make Rafe lose control. His hips thrust down to bury his length in Adri’s throat over and over again until tears were streaming down his cheeks and his saliva was slick down his chin in the best way. The gasping breaths Adri managed weren’t quite enough to stop him becoming light-headed, and it only made the throbbing neediness in his groin even worse. His every sense was subsumed by Rafe. As he felt his mate’s hips stutter and his cock thicken in his mouth, the pleasure grew overwhelming. It was Rafe pulling back to make sure he could taste the first spurt of his release that threw Adri over the edge one last time.
Adri’s cries and moans had Rafe swearing as he pushed deep again to finish as far inside him as he could go while Adri’s perfectly overstimulated cock jerked and shot all over his stomach, untouched. He was almost too blissed out drowning in his mate’s pleasure to feel his own, but this releasefinallybrought that bone-deep satisfaction he’d been seeking. The satisfaction of knowing he’d taken care of Rafe as well as he’d been taken care of.
When he finally managed to prise his eyes back open, it was to a warm cloth gently wiping down his oversensitive skin before Rafe pulled him into his arms. With his ear resting on Rafe’s chest, he let himself sink into the moment to the soundtrack of his heartbeat.
“I can’t believe you came again just from blowing me. You’re perfection,” Rafe murmured, bending to press a kiss to his forehead.
Adri groaned and hid his face in the soft hair of his chest. “Don’t make it into a thing.”
“Oh, it’s definitely a thing,” Rafe replied, voice still soft as he traced a hand up and down Adri’s back, calming his still-trembling muscles. “How are you feeling?”
“Don’t doctor me.”
“I asked you a question, kitten,” Rafe said, a hint of warning in his tone.
For once, Adri couldn’t be bothered fighting him. “I’m fine.”
Rafe tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze, his brow furrowed in concern. “If you’re just fine after that, we did something wrong.Idid something wrong.”
Adri huffed in annoyance, wrapping his arm more tightly around Rafe where it rested at his waist. “More than fine, okay? I’ve never come so hard or so many times.”
“Was it too much?”
“I can take whatever you’ve got, Doc.”
“Yes, but do you want to? Did you let me do that for me or for you?”
Adri tried to look away, but Rafe wasn’t having it. “Both.”
Rafe’s expression softened. “So good for me.”
“There it is. Took it too far,” Adri growled, sparking a laugh from Rafe. Fuck, he loved the sound of Rafe’s laugh.
“Forced orgasms are okay, but praise after sex is a bridge too far?”
“Pretty much,” Adri muttered, jerking his chin out of Rafe’s grip so he could nuzzle into his neck instead.
They fell asleep like that—all wrapped up in each other—and when they woke the next morning to the buzz of a phone, somehow Adri had only twined himself even tighter around Rafe’s body.
Adri grumbled as Rafe jostled his head reaching toward the bedside table. His claws slipped out of his fingers to knead Rafe’s chest where his hand was resting palm down. Rafe’s soft hiss had Adri freezing and retracting them as he woke up enough to realise what he’d done.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, nuzzling into Rafe’s pec to lick the pinpricks he’d left and drawing in a deep breath of scent.
“Don’t be sorry. I like it,” Rafe said, placing a warm hand over his and twining their fingers together to keep it there as he checked his messages.
