“Get her out of my sight,” Elias intoned. I felt each syllable as keenly as a knife to my heart.
“No,” I shouted and grabbed Sinclair’s pants, hooking my fingers inside the rough denim. If they forced me out of here . . . I would die. I knew it as clearly as I knew my own name. Elias growled, the menacing sound sending a thrill of fear through my veins. My heart thundered in my ears, and I felt like I was floating over myself, watching me clinging to the Alpha. I knew what I was alluding to, but my hands acted before my brain could catch up.
“Let her,” Sinclair snapped at Elias, the corner of his mouth twisting even more.
I swallowed with effort.
The bulge under the denim twitched, and I took the invitation, yanking his zipper down so his cock bobbed free.Of course he doesn’t wear boxers.The thought was floating and secondary, because I was reeling over his size. I could already feel myself gagging, but his girth wasn’t the only concerning thing; it was the piercings. I’d never seen one pierced, never been with someone withthis. Four gold beads poked out from the tip of his cock, evenly spaced, and reflecting the light, like it had a mind of its own.A magic cross piercing?!
I took a quick glance at Sinclair, and his shit-eating grin screamed his smugness. He expected me to run scared. I set my jaw, not letting that affect me. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue around the jewelry. His eyes widened, and he inhaled with a sharp burst, so I repeated the motion, licking and tonguing the tip until he glistened with my spit. Each curl of my tongue not only elevated his breathing but also caused a deep, intense need in my core until slick dampened my panties.
With my head pulled back the slightest bit, I took the thick, red, pulsing cock in hand. I looked up at him once, took in his taut expression, and leaned forward, sucking him into my mouth. He passed the barrier of my lips while I swirled my tongue and settled into a bobbing rhythm. I swallowed theprecum on my tongue, and it warmed my throat. It tasted good . . . like an Alpha. Squeezing my thighs together was the only way to ebb the throb that bloomed in my clit.Salty and masculine . . .
I moaned, rubbing my tongue against the smooth shaft. The more I had him on my tongue, the more I wanted. Twisting my hand, I glided it along his shaft, right above his swelling knot, while I ducked my head up and down. A strip of dark blond hair led to his belly button, the thin trail sexy.
I shivered and drank in his features. His eyebrows bunched close, causing a furrow between them. I flattened my tongue against the bottom of his tip, swirling it around the two beads on that side.
Sinclair’s breathing hitched, and his nostrils flared, lip curling to bare his teeth. Every inch of me clenched.
He reached down and cupped the side of my head with his large hand. Our eyes clashed, his brown, angry glare softening at the corners while his lips relaxed with obvious pleasure. He grazed his thumb along the crest of my cheek, and my heart fluttered.
My teeth grazed against his shaft, wringing a grunt from him, but it also seemed to rip him out of the softness.
His expression shuttered, and the gentleness left so quickly, I must have imagined it. His fingers twitched, and he suddenly had a hard grip on my hair, sneering. Sinclair forced me down on his cock until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged, my hands raising to his thighs, instinctively pushing away, shooting pain through my injury. But as much as I tried to retreat, he didn’t allow it.
“Take me,” he hissed, and shoved my mouth down again. I gagged once more, with the tip of his cock prodding down my throat.
Sinclair groaned, his mouth parting, and that was the last I saw as tears stung my vision.
I couldn’t breathe, but he ground into my mouth anyway, spurred on by my tightening grip on his shaft.
I had to relax my jaw. As soon as the thought entered, I did. With work being so demanding, it’d been a while since I’d fucked around with anyone. Swallowing with his tip pushed against my throat made him gasp.
Slick gathered between my legs at an alarming rate, and I kept squeezing them together to satiate the ache.
“Swallow,” Sinclair ordered huskily. I did as he said, my throat working against his seizing tip. His hot cum slid down my throat, and I moaned, the taste filling my mouth, waking a needy urge in my gut.
Breathing with harsh pants that filled the room, he pulled away, and warmth jutted across my lips. Sinclair’s hand settled over mine, holding his shaft, and he spread the seed on my lips with his mushroom-shaped tip.
So suddenly, he let my hair go, and I fell onto my ass, sapped of energy. I heaved in breaths as he shoved his cock behind his jeans and zipped up. My heart thrummed, and I held still, trying not to focus on the pulsing desire in my core.
Sinclair turned his back to me and left the room without a glance. I blinked at his sudden departure, turning my attention to Elias, who sat on the couch, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white.
“We’re putting ourselves at risk by harboring you.”
I stayed quiet in the face of his words, knowing my life hung in the balance.
“You’ll do whatever is ordered of you.”
I dug my fingernails into my palm, the sting grounding me.
“Yes,” I whispered, not knowing whether he wanted a response, but giving one just in case. He stood, a look of disgust on his face.
“Stay in here—out of the way.” With that, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
I remained so still, knowing I wasn’t free of them. Kyan stared at me, his attention roaming down my body, a leer in his gaze that caused my stomach to dip with need.
“Is there a bathroom I could use?” I blurted.
