Page 84 of House of Crimson Cloak and Silver Teeth

“You’re leaking for me,” he murmurs it against my throat.

My eyes drop between us. I can’t look away from the sight. His hand wraps around us together, fingers barely meeting around the width. Both of us hard and drenched, sliding against each other. It nearly undoes me.

“Look at us,” Garrett breathes out in wonder and awe. “Look how well we fit.”

No one has ever touched me this way before. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. “You made me like this. This is your fault, Garrett.”

My body is all weird because of him.

“I guess it can’t be helped then. I’ll take responsibility for ruining you.” He starts to stroke. Slow at first, then faster. The friction is intense, overwhelming. I can feel every ridge and every vein. He is throbbing against me.

My head falls back against the tree. Pleasure shoots up my spine with each stroke of his hand. I bite my lips to keep myself from moaning like a fucking idiot. But I can’t hold it in.

“Is this better than your fantasies, Wolf?” he asks, breathless now. “Better than what you imagined in that shower?”

Shit, shit. There’s no way he heard what I did in the shower. I want to tell him to shut up and deny everything.

Instead I crash my lips against his. I must be out of my goddamn mind.

His mouth opens in surprise against mine and I take advantage, claiming his mouth roughly. Garrett tastes like fire and damnation. My hand comes up to grip the back of his head, holding him there while I pour everything I can’t say into the kiss.

He makes a sound against my mouth. Surprise, then satisfaction. I feel him smile.

“Fucking finally,” he mutters into the kiss.

Then he deepens it, claiming my mouth with passion. It overwhelms every sense I have. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, sliding against mine in conquest. He turns the kiss into a fucking battle. I try to match him and take back control, but he’s too good at this.

His hips grind against mine in a rhythm that makes coherent thought impossible. Each stroke of his hand on my cock matches the stroke of his tongue in my mouth. The dual sensation is overwhelming.

Garrett’s orchestrating my destruction with perfect rhythm. The pleasure is so intense I almost pass out.

When we finally break apart to breathe, I’m shaking.

His eyes are wild and dark. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

Garrett’s hand works me faster, grip tightening until I can’t hold back anymore. The pressure builds too fast and intense. My vision whites out as I come hard, release shooting up between us in hot spurts.

It hits Garrett’s chest, his stomach, streaking across that perfect skin. I watch it happen through half-lidded eyes, see my seed marking him, and something primal shivers through me at the sight.

“Fuck,” I gasp, trembling through the aftershocks.

But Garrett doesn’t stop. His hand keeps moving, still stroking me through the sensitivity, wringing every last drop from me until I’m shaking against the tree.

“Garrett, I can’t—”

“Forgive me, Wolf. Lend me your hand for a bit,” he says, taking my hand and wrapping it around both of us together. His cock pulses hot against mine, both slick with my release.

I can hardly breathe through the intensity of his touch.

“Watch,” he commands. He starts moving our joined hands, fucking up into the grip. “Watch what you do to me.”

I can’t look away. His cock slides against mine with each thrust of his hips, using my hand, my body, my release as friction.

“That feels so damn good,” he mutters, as his breathing goes ragged, desperate. His free hand braces against the tree beside my head while he chases his own finish.

“Wolf,” he groans, and then he’s coming. I feel the pulse and throb of him and see his release mixing with mine over our hands, our cocks, making an even bigger mess between us.

His forehead drops to my shoulder while we both try to remember how to breathe. My chest heaves against his, our hearts pounding in the same frantic rhythm. His hand is still wrapped around both of us. The night air feels cold against my overheated skin. We stay like that for a moment, pressed together against the tree.