Page 37 of Tempest

Smirking, Cash tucked a hand behind his head and let him have his fill of looking. He knew he wasn’t a small man by any measure, both long and thick with a mushroom-capped head that looked obscene it was such a dark red and dripping with precome.

When Ore just stayed frozen, Cash decided to give him a hand. He gripped the wide base and pointed the end toward Ore’s slack mouth. “What happened to all that big talk about needing to suck me?”

“That was before I saw the baseball bat you had between your legs.”

He snorted and gave himself a quick, firm stroke. “Don’t be scared.”

Ore rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “I’m not scared. I’m… Okay, I’m a little nervous. You’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

“How do you know?” Cash arched a brow at him.

“Statistics.” Then, he opened wide and waited for Cash to feed him his cock.

Shuddering, he eased the tip past his lips, not wanting to go too far too fast, but Ore wasn’t having it. With a soft moan, he latched his mouth around Cash’s shaft and licked and sucked all the precome off him.

“Fuck,” Cash muttered, unable to look away from Ore’s dreamy face as he dropped down until he gagged himself. “Easy, little bit. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Sucking hard, Ore pulled back up, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed. He held Cash’s gaze for a second with just the tip once again in his mouth, and a shot of arousal hit him like a kick to the gut at the gorgeous sight.

Ore hummed softly, then grabbed at Cash’s free hand and led it to the back of his head.

Groaning, Cash gently gripped the soft strands of his wild hair. “You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you?”

He nodded as best he could before sinking back down. He went slower that time, taking even more of Cash’s cock into his mouth before stopping and dragging his lips back up. Popping off the end, he dove down deeper between Cash’s thighs, licking and sucking at his balls as best he could.

“Pull my sweats down more,” he rasped out, releasing his cock and trying to tug at the material keeping his legs trapped together.

Ore made a little whimpering noise before darting backward and dragging the gray material with him, tossing them over his shoulder as soon as Cash’s legs were free. His T-shirt joined the sweats a second later, and Cash let himself truly appreciate Ore’s nakedness for the first time. His olive skin was flawless, his limbs soft instead of toned, and he was fucking tinyeverywhere.

His little cock was erect but probably only about the length of Cash’s thumb. He wasn’t surprised—he knew bird shifters took after their animal sides in that aspect—but he hadn’t known how much he’d like it. He was so much bigger in every way, and thatdid itfor him.

Ore laid his hands on the inside of Cash’s thighs—they looked so small and delicate against his thick, hairy legs—and gave a slight push, encouraging him to spread wider. Biting his lip, he stared at Cash’s dick and sac with open hunger. “Perfect.”

“You’re the perfect one.”

Ore flashed him a shy smile, then practically threw himself back down over Cash’s groin. But he didn’t make contact with anything, hovering above his weeping cock and staring up at Cash.

It took his lust-soaked brain too long to figure out what he was waiting for.

He slipped his fingers back into his hair and grabbed hold. “That what you want, little bit? You want me in control?”

Ore made a soft sound of pleasure and nodded.

“Whatever you want,” he said, wondering if Ore understood that he meant it as more than a promise during sex. That he’d literally burn the world down to get Ore whatever he wanted in it.

He should probably save declarations like that until he knew what the future would hold for them. He had no right to make a promise he wasn’t sure he could keep.

But that would be tomorrow’s problem.

In that moment, all he cared about was how horny his little bird was over Cash protecting him. Hell, he’d bared his damn teeth at a packmate for him and would do it again.

He wasn’t sure there was a single thing he wouldn’t do for Ore, and that terrified him.

Focusing on those plump lips inches from his cock, Cash used his hold on his hair to guide Ore’s mouth back down to his balls. “Use your tongue, but be gentle. They’re really sensitive.”

Ore followed his directions beautifully, licking over every centimeter of his sac and ratcheting Cash’s pleasure higher and higher. When he tightened his hold unintentionally after Ore hit a particularly good spot, Ore moaned loudly, nuzzling closer. He worked Cash over until he was dripping wet, and he could feel the spit running down to his ass.

Groaning, he pulled Ore up to his shaft. He had to clear his throat before he could talk, his gut tight with arousal. “Ready to tame the monster?”

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