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He doesn’t. He goes quiet in a way that isn't reluctance.

I’ll fucking take it.

Leaning in, I watch his face as I try to figure out what he likes most. And fuck me, the sight of it nearly undoes me—his full, wet lips parted as I take him in, licking away the precum with a low moan.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Just like that. So fucking beautiful.”

His lashes lower at the praise.

And Light, that gets me every time. Somewhere deep in my bones, I know there’ll never be anyone else after me. The thought alone pours fuel on the fire already burning through my veins. Rowan always pretends he doesn’t need reassurance, but the second he gets it, something softens in his expression.

“Good,” I tell him, unable to keep the satisfaction out of my voice. “There you go, mouse.”

His fingers tighten in my hair, his back arching as he follows my lead. The look of pure, shattered ruin he sends me nearly strips the remaining thoughts from my head. I shift, my hands sliding up to his thighs to spread him wider.

I rock my face forward, taking more of him. I use my own saliva as lube, coating the length of his cock until it glistens under the dim light, then I slide all the way down. I watch him follow the movement like a very good boy, his eyes locked on mine while his breath comes in fractured gasps.

Once I bathe the length in my spit, I lick the underside before catching the crown again. I suck harder this time, the friction nearly exorcising his soul from his body.

“Mm, yes. Your mouth feels so good, Ciaran.” Rowan’s voice is a wrecked whisper, his pride melting into desperate need.

“Does it feel better when I’m quiet?” I murmur against the head of his cock as it drags heavy against my lips. The purple veins throb, demanding access to that wet heat again. I reach up and tangle his fingers deep in my hair, my knuckles turning white as I force his hand to hold me there. “If you stop pulling me now, mouse, I’ll make you regret ever having a tongue.”

I hum, liking the way he trembles as I suck harder, taking him halfway in. I keep my eyes square on his, forcing him to witness exactly what I’m doing to him. His fingers dig into the bedsheets, his back arching off the mattress in torture as the friction burns.

“Holy... more, Ciaran. I need more.”

"Not there." I catch his wrist and move it off the sheets. "Here. Where I can feel it."

His fingers close in my hair before I've finished, and the grip he settles into isn't tentative at all.

My moan vibrates against his cock, sending another jolt through his system. I take him deeper, swallowing more than most can manage. He’s big, and my throat strains to accommodate him. I’m gagging, my eyes watering, but I handle the weight of him with a hunter’s focus.

And he’s my prey.

“You training that gag reflex for me?” he asks in rough, broken words. His voice is thinned by the pressure, but I can feel the smug edge of it vibrating against my tongue. I look up at him with a grin, relishing the way he looks so completely undone, and take even more.

He gasps, his fingers spasming in my hair. “You’re going to take all of it, aren’t you?”

“Mm.”

I move my hands from his thighs to dig my fingertips into his hips, anchoring him. He shakes his head, his gaze locked on mine the whole time. He’s searching for affirmation, for some sign that I’m not going anywhere, and when I nod, he plunges deeper.

It makes me feel like I’m about to come apart at the seams. This gorgeous man is burning through his every defense just to feel me. I take him all the way to the back of my throat, slurping and smacking against the meat of him before I pull back, breathing harshly. My saliva coats his dick as I growl.

“I could stay down here until you forget your own name.” My mouth drags over him. “Say the word and I will."

His skin flushes deep, a tell-tale sign that he doesn’t want to admit how much he starves for the sensation. Seeing that skittish pride in him—the way he’s so clearly undone—makes a new, jagged level of possessiveness claw at my chest. He is mine to break, and mine to fill.

“We’ve wasted enough time,” I whisper, my fingers tightening on his hips as I drag my head back down.

A low hum vibrates out of me as I swallow him, bobbing along the shaft until he’s buried deep in my throat. Saliva and precum slick him up. The sloppy, wet sounds fill the room, stripping away the last of his control. The sight alone, my lips wrapped around him, my mouth stretching wide to accommodate his size, is enough to break him.

He’s finished. A complete goner in my hands.

“I’m so close,” he groans, the words fraying. “Yes... Ciaran, please.”

“Mm,” I growl around him. I move faster, harder, driven by that same violent force that sparks whenever we collide.