“I don’t know . . . Peace?”
“And you thought you could do that alone? I bet if you were alone, you’d still take them on.”
He almost sounds offended, like he can’t believe that I’d stand up for myself if I needed to.
He’s not wrong. If I had to, I would. And I’d probably win, unfortunately.
“You didn’t even call for backup.”
Backup? What is he talking about?
“You have people who would die for you and were a call away. Yet you didn’t bother trying. Why? Did you want to die?”
My lip quivers as I’m trying to gather my thoughts. I don’t think we’re talking about me anymore.
“Uh . . . what?”
I give him a once over. His nails dig into his palm, and his wolf’s gold shines behind his eyes. The appearance of his wolf doesn’t hide his grief, and three things flash across my mind as possible truths.
One, he hasn’t been in here since I took his father’s life.
Two, I’m not the only one he blames for that day.
And three, I’m not the only one who gets triggered.
Caleb practically rips his belt off, freeing his cock from his shorts. “Spit on it.”
I lean forward and spit on his cock.
“Good girl.” He gathers my saliva and spreads it over his shaft, stroking himself hard.
He drags his penis across my face, smacking my cheeks with it.
“Put your mouth on it.”
Leaning into him, I tease the underside of his plump head with my tongue before easing down his length. My hand rises and guides me. Up and down, I bob along his shaft, cheeks hollowing with every stroke.
Caleb fists his hand into my hair and pumps himself into my mouth by controlling the movement of my head. With eachthrust, he tears me apart with his words. “You’re a naughty girl, making me worry about a filthy rogue like you.”
His salty precum spills onto my tastebuds. A reward for driving him completely mad.
“Your mouth... Dammit Jay. You suck me so well.”
He pulls me off him, fist still tangled in my hair.
I’m panting to catch my breath.
He smacks me once across the mouth.
It stings, but in all the best ways, making me wet. I didn’t know I’d like something like that, but I moan.
Without warning, he stuffs himself back into my mouth, bobbing me up and down.
I receive encouraging words and praise as I gag around him.
“You’re unraveling me. But you know that already, don’t you? You planned this, I’m sure. You and the devil you work for.”
He smacks my tits, then cups and kneads them.
