Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

He clenched his jaw and tried not to come, shifting with discomfort at the closeness of his orgasm as her pretty little mouth tried to steal his control.

“Ah, ah,” Rodrigo admonished, pulling her back until Severin’s cock popped out of her mouth. “No rushing.”

Inches from her, Severin’s cock pulsed, threatening to paint her lovely face.

“Please,” she begged, struggling against Rodrigo’s grip, choking herself on Severin’s hand. The edge of Severin’s boot nudged her knee, and she lowered her pussy onto it, rubbing herself against it through her jeans. The girl wept, trying to reach him with her tongue, while rocking her heat against his boot. Rodrigo’s harsh breaths were a match for Severin’s as they watched her debase herself. “Please, I need to make him come. Let me go!”

Severin should have taken control of the situation, but he was too lust-crazed to trust himself.

Still holding her hair, Rodrigo slowly let her closer. Using only her mouth, she took Severin’s cock back, moaning in relief as she closed her lips over the head. Pleasure shot through Severin, renewed and aching. Rodrigo moved closer, lowering his face until it was next to hers, watching avidly as her mouth sucked and tugged at Severin’s cock. His friend was too close, but Severin didn’t care anymore.

Ro grabbed Minnow’s jaw with his free hand and used his hold on her hair to shove her down on Severin again, using her mouth to fuck his cock. Her gaze locked on Severin, lustful and hazed. Rodrigo kissed Minnow’s ear and murmured to her about how she was a good girl.

Minnow’s mouth coaxing, sucking. Her breath hot then cold every time she gasped. Rodrigo controlling her movements, pulling her away just as Severin was about to come, then letting her go again.

Severin meant to push Rodrigo aside, to ask him what the hell he was doing, but it was too hot, too good, and he leaned back in the chair just letting it happen, watching the sensual slow motion movements of the girl’s mouth along his aching cock. Pained ecstasy tightened his balls overfull.

Minnow latched onto the head of his cock, torturous, insistent. He struggled to maintain control, but holding off had started to hurt.

Her tongue performed some sort of magic trick, moving in a way he’d never anticipated. He gasped, knowing it was too late. Come exploded from him in hot, painful spurts. Minnow fought to keep up, but she lost rhythm even as she drew more aching pleasure from him. Severin watched as long as he could before his mind couldn’t handle more, shutting down even as his body accepted every bit of feeling she forced on him. Through the fog, he watched her finish him off, licking him clean. He should be disgusted, but that emotion was alien to him – there was only a profound euphoria, paired with underlying confusion.

He should hit Rodrigo and storm out.

How had this even happened?

Rodrigo rose from the floor, offering a hand to Minnow and assisting her to her feet. His friend was very pointedly not meeting his gaze.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a control freak? Just had to show me how it was done.” Minnow smiled at Rodrigo, who smiled back wickedly.

“I’d hardly try to school you in something you’re obviously good at, but that was fun.”

Severin’s anger simmered as he watched Rodrigo brush her hair back from her face. It was a tender, possessive gesture, and it made Severin want to gut the man.

Severin got to his feet, buttoned his jeans then searched for his shirt, hand over his tattoo bandage. Now Rodrigo would take her. Why had he ever brought her here? He never should have let them meet, let alone instigate their meeting. He’d thought Rodrigo was his friend but maybe he was just a naive idiot.

“Mister Leduc?”

He tugged his shirt on, not answering her.

“Severin –”

“Just leave it, Ro.” His chest hurt, and he just wanted to get away from them. He needed space to breathe.

Rodrigo put a hand on his arm, but Severin shrugged him off and headed for the door, fighting down the urge to jump on him and fucking throttle him. Twice Rodrigo had touched him without asking today. Rodrigo knew the fucking rules. He’d been breaking them for the past eight years.

He thudded down the stairs and was out of the house before John even had a chance to get to the door. He threw a leg over the bike and threw her helmet in the grass. Korsgaard would have to get her own ass home.

Both her and Ro constantly with their fucking pushing. He didn’t need to push himself. He needed a life he could control. Hell, Miss Korsgaard could stay with Rodrigo, for all he cared. They were a good match.

Chapter Seven

“Fuck.” Rodrigo strode to the front room and Minnow followed him, pulling on her shirt. They watched from a window as Severin gunned his bike down the driveway, the gate at the end barely opening on time for him not to crash into it.

“He ran last time too,” Minnow murmured. “Maybe I’m making a mistake pushing him.”

Rodrigo stiffened. Had he forgotten about her? He strode to the drink cart and poured himself some whiskey.

“What the fuck was I thinking?” He tossed the drink back. “He trusted me, bringing you here like that. I never should have laid a hand on you.”