Page 115 of Feral Werewolves

I’d walked by the living room and seen her fucking Paladin. I’d stopped, watching it, because she was gloriously beautiful, her breasts gently bouncing as she worked herself up and down on him, both of them sighing in a rhythmtogether. I’d watched too long, feeling an ache inside me that was only partly because it turned me on. What the other parts were, I couldn’t describe, but they made me ashamed, I knew that.

“Oh, you blame yourself for everything,” Kestrel said caustically. “You blame and you blame, but you never stop doing any of the things you blame yourself for.”

“You think I don’t see that about myself?” I growled.

“Well, whatever, you need to stop taking it out on me,” he snarled.

“I’mnot.”

“Oh, you…” He was so angry, he couldn’t even finish the thought. I could hear his heavy breathing, see his fists lifting in the darkness.

Abruptly, his breathing caught and then changed. He let out a little noise like a gasp. “Oh,” he said. “Oh, it is about you.”

What the fuck was he talking about?

“You need it,” he said in an iron voice. It was a decision.

“Need what?” I said.

“You need what I do for Paladin. Maybe not quite the same way, I don’t know, but… you and me have things to work through here, Lazarus. So, get up, come over here, and get on your knees.”

I gaped at him. He was not serious.

“I’m going to punish you,” he said. “And then you’re going to feel better. Get over here.”

Embarrassingly, my lower lip started to tremble. “You can’t do that. You couldn’t possibly punish me enough.”

“Oh, try me,” he said. “On your fucking knees, Lazarus.”

I got out of the bed and advanced on him. As I got closer, I could make out his features in the darkness. He was wearing a pair of pajama pants and no shirt and he had this crazy, wild expression on his face, like he’d come unleashed. I was taller than him, and I stood over him, glaring down at him and he refused to be cowed. He bared his teeth at me and stood his ground.

So.

I got on my knees.

“There,” he said, with a little sigh of relief. “That’s right.”

I was eye-level with his crotch, and I could see that he was tenting his pajama pants and that made my whole body go strangely tight in a very good way. I muttered a series of swear words.

“I’m going to punish you with my cock,” he told me in a voice like midnight.

My balls went all kinds of tight and I felt like I had been transported into some other realm of pleasure.

“No,” he corrected himself, “you are going to punishyourself.”

“Punish myself with your cock?” I breathed. I was violently turned on.

“Yes,” he said. “My cock is just the sort of rod you need. You’ve been spoiled, and you’ve been spared, and now, you need to take your punishment. Take me out.”

I ripped his pajamas down to his ankles and now he was basically naked. And yet, I felt like the one who was exposed. I felt like the one who was vulnerable. I let out a keening noise, and I seized his erection.

I did something I’d never done to a man before, not even Paladin. I started jerking his cock with one hand and I applied my tongue to his balls, lapping at them like I was going to find some salvation there.

He sucked in a hiss of breath through his teeth. It whistled. “Shit,” he whimpered. “Shit, Lazarus,shit.”

Hair was getting in my mouth. I stopped licking him to yank it out with the hand that wasn’t jerking his cock. I was probably hurting him. I didn’t have any lube and I wasn’t being gentle with him at all.

He reached down and pushed my face back to his balls. “Take what you need,” he gasped.