When He's Dark (The Olympus Pride 1)

Alex snapped his hand around her throat and put his lips to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Bree. I’m going to fuck you so hard. But first, I want your mouth wrapped around my cock.” She’d denied him it up until now purely to tease him. But he couldn’t wait any longer—not while the primitive urge to have her swallow his come beat at him. He needed it. His beast needed it. They both longed to mark her in every possible way.

Alex sat on the edge of the bed. “On your knees.” He didn’t fail to notice the way her nipples tightened at his order.

She slowly knelt between his spread thighs. As her eyes dropped to his long, thick shaft, they flared with pure feminine hunger. She fisted the base, her grip firm and tight.

“Good girl. Take me in your mouth.” He groaned as the wet heat of her mouth surrounded his cock. Using his grasp on her hair, he held her in place for a few seconds, just relishing the moment; loving the sight of her lips stretched around him. “Good. Now suck.”

And, God, did she suck. Alex watched, transfixed, as she absolutely owned his cock with that lethal mouth. She kept the suction gorgeously tight as she took him deeper and deeper. Deeper than any other woman ever had.

Bree didn’t suck him as if she was trying to race him toward an orgasm. She just settled in and worked him hard, confident and decisive and teasing. And, shit, every time she moaned, hummed, or purred he came closer to losing what little control he had left.

He’d had a lot of good blow jobs, but none had ever had him so close to coming so fast. It was the way she somehow combined carnal, innocent, dirty, and playful. Even as she expertly and hungrily licked and sucked, her glazed eyes occasionally met his and lit up with a shy, impish smile.

He loved that she was totally in the moment. Loved that she had her attention solely focused on him, cataloging his every response; learning and repeating what made him groan, curse, tug on her hair, or buck his hips.

The heady scent of her need laced the air and made his mouth water. He wanted her taste on his tongue. That delectable mix of sweet and spicy was a pleasure all on its own.

Alex groaned as the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. Her eyes flicked to his, dazed and alive with mischief. And then she deepthroated him. Fuck. His balls tightened almost to the point of pain.

Without losing her mouth, he rose to his feet and fisted his hand tighter in her hair. “Keep sucking hard for me.” Alex pumped his hips fast, fucking her mouth. Feeling his balls draw up tight to his body, he snarled. “I’m going to blow my load right down your throat. I want you to feel it. Taste it. Drink it.” Sharp claws dragged down the back of his thighs. The burn added to the pleasure pounding through him and, that easily, he was gone.

Staring right into her sex-drunk eyes, he punched his cock deep and exploded in her mouth as his orgasm swept him under. “Fuck.” His thighs shook as his pulsing dick shot bursts of hot come down her throat.

More than a little smug by how fast he was breathing, Bree let him slip out of her mouth. She sure hoped he was planning to return the favor, because she badly needed to come. Her clit pulsed. Her pussy throbbed. Her nipples felt so tight they ached.

“Come here.”

She rose to her feet and loosely curled her arms around his neck. Humming, he gently stroked her hair and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. Then he tossed her onto the mattress, making her chuckle.

He knelt on the bed. “That’s one talented little mouth you have.” He curled his hands around her thighs and slowly pulled them apart. “I’ll be using it a lot.” His eyes followed the path of his warm, strong hands as they smoothed over her skin, stroking and squeezing and tantalizing. Making her wait for what she wanted.

“Bree,” he breathed, leaning over to lash her nipple with his tongue. “My Bree.”

Then … well, he essentially tortured her. Played havoc with her senses using his teeth, tongue, and mouth, leaving her nerves raw and her skin hypersensitive. He neglected her pussy, the teasing bastard, but left no other part of her untouched. Anticipation rode her so hard she thought she might just explode with the force of it.

“Has anyone ever taken your ass?” he asked far too casually.

She licked her dry lips. “No.”

Satisfaction glimmered in his eyes. “I will.” And then he finally turned his attention to her pussy. He touched, licked, nipped, and finger-fucked it until she was a trembling, mindless, pathetic mess who was practically sobbing with the need to come.