He tastes so purely Wolf that I moan a little. I nip his bottom lip. “Trade places with me.”
He moves all at once, surging up and lifting me into his arms. I expect him to do as I say, but instead he whisks us into the living room. I end up on my knees between his thighs, staring up at him. “Wolf?”
“Floor’s killer on the knees.”
The small act of caring only drives the desire to return the favor all the more. I slide my hands up his thighs. “I’m taking off your pants now.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” But he’s the one who undoes the front of his pants and lifts his hips so I can work them down his thighs. It takes a little maneuvering to get them fully off, but it’s more than worth it when I reclaim my position with nothing between me and Wolf’s body. He’s so deceptively beautiful. The aura and mohawk kind of shield that truth, but when I have him like this, there’s no denying it.
I can hear Malachi and Rylan still speaking softly in the kitchen. Arguing softly, more like it. I can’t do much about that right now. They’ll argue and debate and eventually come to an agreement on how to deal with Lizzie and the coming confrontation. I’ve given them the map of the compound and I’ll provide any additional information they need, though we all are aware that it’s somewhat outdated, even with Grace surveying the compound from a distance. I can’t do anything to help the plan right now.
But Wolf?
I can help Wolf.
I want my vampire back. I don’t like the brittle look that’s appeared in his eyes. Of the three, he’s always seemed the most untouchable, the one who is carefree and more than a little wild. Right now, he seems almost…human.
“Wolf.” I lean down and rub my cheek on his bare thigh. “Do you know what I would like right now?”
He sifts his fingers through my hair. Not tugging. Not guiding. Just touching me as if the very contact soothes him. “What?”
“I want to take care of you.” He tenses against me so I press a kiss to his thigh. “Will you let me do that?”
“I thought you were going to tell me to fuck your mouth.” He gives a low, strained laugh. “Quite the twist there, love.”
“Is it so shocking?” They’ve taken care of me since we met. Yes, there was some circling on whether they wanted to keep or kill me—at least where Wolf and Rylan were concerned—but ultimately that threat didn’t last long past the initial meeting. They have bolstered me, have encircled me, have lifted me up to make me stronger.
The very least I can do is return the favor.
More, I want to.
Wolf shakes his head slowly. “No. Guess it’s not.” He smiles slowly, almost looking like himself again. “Very well. Do your worst.”
“Oh, Wolf. I’m not going to do my worst.” I wrap my hand around his thick cock. “I’m going to do my very best.”
14
Of the three men, I love sucking Wolf’s cock the most. He’s the only one who is more than happy to finish in my mouth if I’m so inclined. Both Rylan and Malachi were always so focused on not missing an opportunity to impregnate me. I might start like this, with their hard length pressing against my tongue, but it never lasted long before they’d lose patience and haul me up their bodies to fuck me.
Wolf alone let me take my time.
I suck him down, keeping my gaze on his face. He watches me closely, gaze almost predatory. I shiver and take him deeper. The power balance here is a knife’s edge between him and me. He could easily overpower me. I hold his pleasure and pain between my lips. I suck hard and am instantly rewarded when he hisses out a breath and lets his head fall back to rest against the couch.
It’s not submission. Not truly. But he’s letting me hold the reins for now.
The temptation to take him deep, again and again, until he loses control, is almost too much to bear. That’s not what I want right now, though. I want to make him forget all his worries, to release the stress tightening his shoulders, to get him to focus only on me.
I tighten my grip on his cock just a little and release him with my mouth. He starts to open his eyes, but I’m already moving, licking down his length to play my tongue along his balls. Wolf’s thighs go tight on either side of me. “Fuck,” he breathes.
I started this process for him, but I can’t deny my pure joy at my slow exploration. It’s not the first time I’ve done it, but it’s the first time he’s given me this much control. His legs are shaking and he’s dug his fists so hard into the couch, he’s punctured the cushions, but still he doesn’t try to rush me.