Page 40 of Lifeblood

Oh, fuck Mordred and his damn rules.But he’d held himself in check. Gareth would need to, too.

“Gareth,” I whispered as he returned to kissing my neck and thumbing my breasts. Then louder. “Gareth.”

He looked up, a twist in his brow. “Do you want this?”

“Of fucking course I do,” I breathed and I began to wonder if we could just throw out Mordred’s rules. But I had to be fair to all of them, right?

Right?

“Good. Me too.” Gareth undid his belt and began pushing down his pants.

“Gareth,” I said. “You all agreed. That you wouldn’t. Thatwewouldn’t. Not yet.”

Gareth growled, his face working into a snarl. “I had you first.”

I touched a hand to his burning cheek. “I know, I know.”

He exhaled deeply through a locked jaw. His hands left me and balled at his sides. “Dammit.”

I glanced over his shoulder at the window. I had to be fair to them all. Iwantedto be fair to them all. They’d agreed not to claim me. Not to have sex that’d seal the mate bond in full, not yet.

But this wasn’t sex. Not fully.

I let go of Gareth’s face and slid down the wall to my knees.

“What are you—” he asked, but he was silenced as I drew down his bottoms. “Ava.”

“This isn’t claiming,” I said as his large, hard length was revealed to me. And hewaslarge. Given his monstrous true form was apparently a dragon, I supposed the size and faint shimmering of red scales made sense. Because those were there too, although they didn’t feel like scales, just ridges, as I traced my fingers along them.

Gareth hissed as I touched him there. He leaned forward and pressed his palms against the wall. “Ava—”

“Shh.” I lifted the weight of him and brought the tip to my lips. He was hot and hard, and I wasn’t sure I could take all of him. But I ran my tongue along him anyway, slowly. Makinghimwait now.

Gareth’s entire body stiffened. I heard him swallow hard. By the time I took the head of him into my mouth, I was sure Gareth might rip through the wall, given how tight and stiff he was.

And then he thrust forward. Pushed more of himself into my mouth. My eyes widened, but I took what he gave me.

“More,” he demanded. “Be a good little lifeblood and take all of me.”

Another order. But I was finding I quite liked taking orders from Gareth.

I opened my mouth and slid more of him inside as my hands worked his base. I could never take him all, but I’d give him the best in return for what he’d given me. My body still vibrated from his ministrations.

Gareth moaned as I took him, then exhaled sharply as I slid him out. I needed air, and I wanted to run my tongue along him again. Which I did for about five seconds before he thrust forward, forcing himself deep into my throat. I gagged but took him. Again and again, he withdrew only to drive home, and I wondered if he was pretending my mouth was my sex instead.

I worked him as best I could. Allowed Gareth to fuck my mouth. Listened as he started to loosen up and then lose control until his breaths had quickened and his hips bucked wildly.

He withdrew fast from my throat and let go of the wall. One of his hands held the back of my head and the other grabbed his cock from me. He furiously worked it, holding eye contact with me in a way that seared straight through my body to my core.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded as he jerked himself. “Now.”

I spread my legs and did as I was ordered. Everything about this was hot—hotter than simply fucking him might have been. Quickly, I brought myself near the edge.

Gareth watched me with flared nostrils and bedroom eyes. “Make yourself cum.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. Unprompted. Without thinking.

Gareth’s eyes widened, his lips parted, and his hand worked faster. He gripped my hair in a tight fist with his other hand and brought the tip of his length near my mouth. We both groaned and came at the same time. He emptied onto me and I let the cum slip down my neck to my breasts while Gareth looked on, a satisfied smile on his lips.

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