“I’m learning that.” Dakota’s grip tightened, his strokes becoming more confident. “What else should I know?”
“That I’m trying really hard not to lose control right now.” Kivani’s eyes opened, fixing on Dakota’s face. “That I want to flip you over and make you scream my name. That my tiger is demanding I claim you in every possible way.”
Dakota’s breathing stuttered, his hand pausing mid-stroke. “That’s really hot.”
“You think so?” Kivani’s hand moved from the couch to Dakota’s hair, fingers threading through the bleached strands. “You’re not scared?”
“Terrified,” Dakota admitted. “But also really turned on. Is that weird?”
“No.” Kivani’s fingers tightened in Dakota’s hair, not pulling but holding. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Dakota leaned down, his breath ghosting across Kivani’s cock. “Can I taste you?”
Kivani’s entire body went rigid, his tiger roaring approval. “Fuck, yes.”
Dakota’s tongue touched the tip, licking away the moisture gathered there. Kivani’s hips jerked, his hand tightening in Dakota’s hair, and Dakota made a pleased sound. Then his mouth opened, and he took Kivani in, his tongue working along the underside as he sank down.
Heat engulfed Kivani’s cock, wet and perfect, and he had to force himself not to thrust up into that willing mouth. Dakota’s inexperience showed in the tentative way he moved, but what he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm. His head bobbed, taking Kivani deeper with each pass, and the sounds he made sent vibrations through sensitive flesh.
“Dakota.” Kivani’s voice came out strained, his free hand gripping the couch hard enough that the fabric tore under his fingers. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Dakota hummed around him, the vibration making Kivani’s hips buck despite his efforts to stay still. His hands came up to grip Kivani’s thighs, nails digging in, and the slight pain mixed with the pleasure in a way that made Kivani’s vision blur.
“That’s it.” Kivani’s hand in Dakota’s hair guided him, setting a rhythm that wouldn't overwhelm. “Just like that. You’re doing so well.”
Dakota’s eyes flicked up, meeting Kivani’s gaze, and the sight of his mate looking up at him with Kivani’s cock in his mouth nearly broke his control. Those huge eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, and Kivani could see arousal written across every feature. His mate wanted this, wanted him, and that knowledge made something primal roar to life in Kivani’s hindbrain.
Dakota pulled off with an obscene sound, his lips red and swollen. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
The words hit Kivani like lightning. His tiger snarled, demanding he take what was being offered, and Kivani’s control snapped. His hand tightened in Dakota’s hair, and he guided his mate back down, thrusting up as Dakota’s mouth opened.
Dakota moaned around him, the sound muffled but desperate. His hands gripped Kivani’s thighs harder, nails leaving crescents in Kivani’s skin, and he relaxed his throat to take more. Kivani set a rhythm, not rough but steady, watching his cock disappear between those perfect lips over and over.
“Look at you.” Kivani’s voice came out guttural, barely human. “Mouth so perfect.”
Dakota whimpered, his hips rolling against nothing. The sight of his mate so desperate, so eager, made heat coil tight in Kivani’s stomach. His tiger purred, pleased with their mate’s submission, with the way Dakota gave himself over completely.
“Touch yourself.” Kivani’s hand guided Dakota’s head, keeping the rhythm steady. “Want to see you get off on this.”
Dakota’s hand moved to his own jeans, fumbling with the button before getting it open. He shoved his hand inside, and Kivani could see the movement of his arm as he stroked himself. His mate’s eyes rolled back, his mouth going slack around Kivani’s cock, and the sight was almost enough to push Kivani over the edge.
“Not yet.” Kivani pulled Dakota off, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. “I want to taste you first.”
Dakota blinked up at him, dazed and beautiful. “What?”
“I want my mouth on you.” Kivani pulled Dakota up into his lap, their bodies pressed together. “Want to make you come on my tongue.”
“Fuck.” Dakota’s hips rolled forward, grinding against Kivani’s stomach. “Yes, okay, yes.”
Kivani flipped their positions, laying Dakota back against the couch and settling between his legs. His mate’s jeans were still partially on, and Kivani made quick work of removing them completely. Dakota’s cock stood hard against his stomach, and Kivani’s mouth watered at the sight.
He pressed his face against Dakota’s inner thigh, breathing in his mate’s scent. Arousal and sweat and something sweet that was uniquely Dakota. His tiger rumbled approval, wanting to mark and claim, but Kivani focused on the present. On making his mate feel good.
“Please.” Dakota’s hand found Kivani’s hair, fingers threading through the strands. “Stop teasing.”
Kivani’s tongue traced up the inside of Dakota’s thigh, getting closer but not quite touching where his mate wanted him most. Dakota’s hips jerked, seeking friction, and Kivani held him down with one hand on his hip.
“Patience.” Kivani’s breath ghosted across sensitive skin, and Dakota whined. “I want to savor this.”
