Groaning, Rafe frantically undid his belt so he could grip the base of his cock hard and stave off his orgasm.Dammit. The skin where his knot would form once they mated was hypersensitive and tingling, making it really fucking hard to use his hand there as a makeshift cock ring.
Adrien’s laugh turned a little evil. “You alright there, Doc?”
There was nothing for it. He needed to make his jaguar come, and he needed to do it now or he was going to lose it. Sliding a finger into his mouth alongside Adrien’s cock, he toyed with the shifter’s ridges as he got it nice and slick. Adrien might be controlling how deep and fast Rafe sucked him off, but he hadn’t restrained his arms. This time. The thought made him moan and a shiver went through his body that had the jaguar fucking his face harder.
Reaching between Adrien’s legs, he circled his now slick fingers around his hole, brushing and tapping over it again and again. Adrien’s rhythm faltered and he would’ve smiled if he’d been able to around the huge cock as Adrien pulled back until just the tip was in his mouth to chase the pleasure he was teasing with his hand.
“Fuck yes,” Adrien gasped, as Rafe finally relented and pushed a finger into the tight heat of his body.
A tortured moan left him as Adrien became a thing of pure need and pleasure, thrusting down into his throat and then back onto his finger. Rafe couldn’t last much longer. His cock was so hard it was an exquisite ache. Even his strangling grip around its base wasn’t enough to stop it from throbbing with the first signs of an impending release.
Resisting the next pull on his hair, he kept Adrien’s cock lodged deep in his throat, swallowing and moaning around it as he let his mouth vibrate with his muffled screams of pleasure. Releasing his own shaft so he had both hands free to pleasure his jaguar, he started tugging and playing with Adrien’s balls while he slid another finger into his ass alongside the first. Crooking his fingers, he massaged and pressed against that spot inside Adrien that was making him thrum with need relentlessly.
“Fuck, Rafe. Please. Don’t stop.”
Adrien’s words devolved into an unintelligible string of swearwords and endearments as his whole body strained forward before he finally tensed in release, letting loose with a roar Rafe was sure everyone else in the building heard as the shaft in his mouth pulsed with wave after wave of cum.
Whining, he chased after the delicious taste as Adrien pulled out of his mouth before he’d finished, but his complaint turned to another groan of satisfaction as Adrien reached down to furiously finish jerking himself. The jaguar shifter sent stripes of cum streaming down Rafe’s neck and chest, dripping down the gap where the top buttons of his shirt were undone—marking him. Adrien might not be consciously aware of the potential mating bond between them, but this behaviour—drenching Rafe in his scent—showed just how much his jaguar was feeling the draw between them.
Holy fuck. Was Rafe really still fully dressed while his jaguar was standing there buck naked? It took everything in him not to come hands-free from the image as he processed the sensory overload. Closing his eyes, he gasped deep, panting breaths in through his mouth as he slumped back against the cool tile. He heard rather than saw Adrien slide down the wall to rest beside him.
“Want a hand with that?” Adrien asked.
Rafe opened his eyes and almost lost control again when he took in the sight of the thoroughly fucked-out man oozing satisfaction as he eyed up Rafe’s throbbing erection like he was starving.
“Only if you’re giving up your rules.”
“Not on your life.”
Adrien reached toward his aching cock and it took everything Rafe had to bat the jaguar shifter’s hand away.
“Then I’m good,” he said.
Adrien’s look was incredulous. “You can’t be serious.”
“Thank you for trusting me with your pleasure,” Rafe said, leaning forward to press a kiss to Adrien’s cheek.
Then he did the hardest thing he’d ever done. He walked away.
TO DEFY HIS MATE: ADRI
It had beena week since the shower that shall not be mentioned and Adri still couldn’t get the damn wolf shifter out of his head. He’d been certain Rafe would succumb to his charms and he’d be able to hold him to his rules.
Not Rafe, he reminded himself, the doc. They weren’t friends. He’d been certainthe docwould succumb. Just like he’d been certain the doc would do as he’d asked and fuck off once they were done.
Except, the damn doc had walked away unsatisfied after giving him the best orgasm of his life. Which meant Rafe wasn’t walking away at all. And now Adri hadn’t seen him for a week and he didn’t know what was going on.
Shaking his head in disgust at himself, he went back to pounding the kickboxing bag in front of him, pouring all his pain into it, just like he’d poured all his pain into Rafe’s mouth.
Fucking hell. Why did every thought lead back tohim?
“Adri?” a quiet voice called from the doorway.
Adri looked over and forced a smile on his face he wasn’t feeling. He didn’t want to scare Jay. Despite being over six feet with muscles on his muscles, the young vampire was too kind for this life. He’d been turned against his will to be used in the fighting ring and Adri had been protecting him ever since. Making sure the kid, because that’s what he was even though Jay was older than him, survived.
Adri knew what it was like to be thrust into the supernatural world unprepared. He’d been raised by humans and had no idea he was a shifter until he was kidnapped as a teen. It had been stupidly unlucky. The vampires had thought he was human and intended to traffic him. They’d panicked when they realised what he was and sold him to Garth because Garth was a fucking asshole and thought a clueless jaguar shifter would make for some light comic relief before the real fights started. He’d shown Garth how wrong he was when the guy he was fighting walked away with eight broken ribs puncturing his lungs like a pin cushion. Which was how Adri got his nickname—Crusher.
“Yeah, kid? What’s up?” Adri asked.
