Page 15 of Kiss of Smoke

“Get over here,” he growled, his gaze on my bobbing shaft.

The command rippled across my skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. Lachlan was naturally more aggressive, and it spilled over to the bedroom. Blame it on his mother’s genetics or just a quirk of nature, but he was usually more dominant in bed—a role I didn’t mind letting him play.

On the other hand, I enjoyed the hell out of making him work for his pleasure. I also wasn’t above turning the tables on him.

I walked toward him slowly, pumping my cock with leisurely strokes as I went. “Aren’t you the bossy one? Patience is most certainly not one of your virtues, Lach.”

Frustration crossed his handsome features, his expression so irritated and perplexed I had to hide my smile. He looked like a kid who’d been shown a new toy, only to have it taken away. “I don’t need patience. I need your mouth. Now.”

I stepped between his legs, letting my bare thighs brush his. I stood there for a minute, thrilling at the way his golden stare drank in my hand going up and down my cock. I inched closer and let the tip of my shaft bump his.

He sucked in a quick breath, and his accent thickened. “Christ, man, get on wae it.”

Chuckling, I went to my knees. His dick stood up like an arrow, the slit pooled with precum. I grasped his thick length and fastened my mouth around the tip, sucking it clean.

Lachlan’s hips jerked hard. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped. “Jesus, that’s good.”

Delicious was more like it. I lapped at him again, drawing more moisture from the slit. He tasted of salt and fire and Lachlan. I could never get enough. Like all our kind, he was smooth between his legs, giving me an unimpeded view of his rock hard shaft and heavy sac. I took my time with him, trailing my tongue up and down his pulsing length before licking at his balls.

He jumped and hissed, his damp shaft bumping my cheek. “Alec Murray, you are the worst fucking cocktease.”

I looked up and found him scowling at me. “Well, your cock seems to like it,” I said, holding his gaze as I licked him from root to tip in one long swipe.

His back bowed. “Fuck. You’ve got me so hard my dick’s ready to explode. Suck me right now or I’ll—”

I wrapped both hands around his length and sucked him deep into my mouth.

“God, yes,” he groaned, bucking hard against my face. “Yes, yes. Like that. Bloody hell.”

My laugh was lost to a gurgle as his dick filled my mouth. No matter how many times I sucked him off, I was always surprised at his girth. His cock was a monster, with a meaty shaft and a wide mushroom head that caught on my lips as I bobbed up and down his silken length. I opened my jaw wider, and he surged inside, his cock nudging the back of my throat.

Immediately, saliva pooled in my mouth. I loosened my jaw and breathed through my nose, deep throating him the way he liked.

He sat up with a growl and grasped my hair in both hands, his hips thrusting faster. “That’s it, man. Take me deep.”

My cock throbbed between my legs, but I ignored it. Lachlan needed this. As much as he tried to resist Chloe, he wanted her. And because he wouldn’t let himself have her, his body was burning up with unsatisfied desire. It was also important for things to be right and whole between us. We couldn’t win Chloe over if we were at odds with each other.

Because Lachlan was right about one thing. She was human. Revealing our true natures was going to turn her world upside down. When that happened, it would take both of us to make sure her mind could handle the shock.

Lachlan stood, pulling at my hair as he yanked me tighter against his groin. Between curses and moans, he spread his powerful thighs wide and quickened his pace. I tipped my head back, taking him even deeper.

His eyes went wide, and he gave a thick growl of approval. “Sweet Christ, man. Nothin’ better than this.”

Oh really? Well, if he wanted a challenge… I slid my tongue past my lower lip so the tip caressed his sac.

“Yes,” he rasped. “Stay just like that.”

Amusement drifted through me. I was hardly going anywhere with him tunneling in and out of my mouth like a piston.

His fingers tightened in my hair, holding my head still as he thrust faster. His breaths alternated between gasps and growls, and sweat broke out across his forehead.

“Love this,” he said hoarsely. “Love you on your knees when I’m fucking your mouth. Goin’ so deep down your throat. Christ, Alec, you know how to suck a dick.” The dirty talk seemed to spur him on, because he yanked harder at my hair and pumped in earnest, drilling the back of my throat in quick strikes that rocked my whole body and made my erection flap wildly between my legs.

I hummed, knowing he’d feel the vibration around his shaft.

A mix of modern and ancient Gaelic spilled from his lips—some of the words so old they probably hadn’t been spoken aloud in centuries.

Still humming, I gave his bouncing sac a squeeze before delving between his cheeks, my finger finding his puckered entrance. Aided by saliva, I pushed inside.

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