Page 141 of House of Crimson Cloak and Silver Teeth

“Hey, Wolf?” His voice is breathless. “Does it feel good for you too?”

I nod. He really should know that without asking.

“Stop teasing me,” I mutter from between clenched teeth. “Harder.”

“What?” He laughs, the sound strained. “First you say stop, then you say harder. Make up your mind.”

“Please—”

“Any more than this and you’ll start squealing.” His rhythm doesn’t change. “It’ll suck if one of the guards came to check and we’d have to stop. Maybe that other Grimsbane my father hired would investigate—”

“I can be quiet,” I promise desperately.

“Well, if you say so.”

His pace changes, becoming harder and deeper. The angle shifts and suddenly he’s hitting that spot inside me with every thrust.

“I love the way you’re sucking on my cock,” he groans with satisfaction. “I’m not holding back now.”

He was holding back before?

A moan tears from my throat before I can stop it.

“See?” His voice is smug despite the strain. “You’re so loud.”

Another sound escapes me as he hits that spot again. I can’t help it.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He sounds pleased.

Blood rushes to my groin. I feel like I’m going to burst. Garrett hits that spot again while his hand wraps around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

I come without warning. Release spills between us, painting his stomach and chest. My whole body locks up, back arching off the bed.

“This view is the best,” Garrett breathes, looking down at where I’m marked across his skin. “I’d love to savor this more but I can’t hold on any longer.”

His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider. I can feel him getting closer. His breathing goes ragged and his movements become desperate. He plunges in deep, his rhythm turning erratic. I’m overstimulated from just coming. My body clenches around him.

“I’m coming, Wolf.” My name tears from his throat. His whole body goes rigid before he collapses forward onto my chest, trembling.

We lie there for a long moment, both breathing hard. His weight is solid and warm on top of me. I can feel his heart racing against my ribs, matching the frantic pace of my own.

Garrett pushes himself up slightly, rising to hover over me. His eyes search my face.

“Wolf,” he says quietly. “I didn’t expect to like you this much.”

Me neither. But I don’t say it to him.

He leans down and claims my lips. His tongue moves against mine sweetly before plundering my mouth with passion. Every time he kisses me it feels like I’m losing pieces of myself.

Then I feel him shift.

The bastard got hard inside of me.

He starts to move again. Another surge of heat shoots through me when he hit my secret spot from earlier and my body seizes.

No. No more. Stop this already. I’m too sensitive. Everything is too much.

“Take it out, Garrett.” The words come out breathless, desperate. I’ve never experienced this before—being fucked while still trembling from orgasm.