The Hunger (The Lycans 3)

With the denim now to his knees, I got an unobstructed view of no doubt the biggest cock to ever grace a man. I may never have actually seen a dick up close and personal, but surely this wasn’t the average size.

Not by a long shot.

Suddenly a wave of nervousness slammed into me, and all that confidence I’d just felt was slowly dwindling down to nothing. I tipped my head back and looked up into Caelan’s face, saw his head was lowered, his gaze locked on mine and his eyes hooded. His hands were still clenched so tightly around the edge of his shirt, his knuckles white and his body seeming tight enough that I could see the outline of his muscles, the definition of his strength.

I licked my lips and knew I had to be honest. I wanted to be. I didn’t want to disappoint him with my lack of experience. “I—I’ve never done this before.” I knew I’d already told him, but I was suddenly feeling shy and nervous and so very inexperienced.

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, and when his lids opened again, I saw the flash of his wolf right there at the surface. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything, that you have to do this. Because the truth is, I love having my mouth on you, my tongue lapping up your honey.” His voice dropped deeper. “I love tasting your nectar sliding down the back of my throat so much that I’m already addicted to it all.”

His voice didn’t sound human now, and even though I was staring into his eyes, I saw the movement of his cock jerking between us, as if he couldn’t control the reaction.

“And if all I ever got to do for the rest of my life was bury my face between your thighs, I assure you, Darragh, I’d die a very happy male.”

And there it was… that hard-core wave of strength I seemed to derive from his words alone, the encouragement that told me even if I totally sucked at giving head—literally and figuratively—I knew without a shadow of a doubt Caelan would love every single minute of it. Because it came from me.

I’d always been strong on my own, independent and never needing anyone to validate me or make me feel like I could do something. But it was different with Caelan. I knew I was still strong in my own right, but with him I felt like I could move the world if I wanted to.

And then I had his cock in my hand. He was so hot and hard, the weight substantial in my palm. My throat tightened, my mouth watering even more at the very thought of trying to fit him between my lips. I wouldn’t be able to, of course, but I knew I wanted to try. God, did I want to try.

I leaned in and saw his quadriceps, the long strip of hard muscles on the front of his thighs, tighten as if he were bracing himself for what I was about to do. With a quick look up his body, I could see his lips were parted, this almost amazed expression on his face. The sight of his canines, ones that were so long and sharp he couldn’t even close his mouth all the way, turned me on so profoundly that I grew dizzy from it.

And while I kept my gaze locked on his, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over the crown of his erection. Instantly the salty, wild flavor of him exploded in my mouth, and I moaned, not even trying to stop the sound. My eyes almost closed on their own from the power I felt, from how sexually arousing this moment was.

He was making these deep sounds, as if he were a feline, a large predatory cat unable to stop himself.

I curled my fingers around his girth, his size so substantial that my fingertips didn’t even touch. And then I sucked the head into my mouth, closing my eyes and getting lost in the act and sensation of sucking him off. I moved my tongue along the crown before moving it to the underside, where I felt the thick, pulsing vein that ran the length of his cock.

I pulled back and moved my tongue along the slit, where copious amounts of pre-cum constantly spilled from him. And I swallowed it all, licked him clean every single time more formed on the head.

“Ahhh, my sweet lass,” he grated out. “It's so good. Ye’re so fooking good at that.”

I felt warm and cold all at the same time.

“I’m going tae come so hard, come so fooking hard I will no’ be able tae walk straight because ye’ll drain my balls dry.”

God, his dirty talk was such a turn-on.