Page 112 of Drown My Sorrow

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to get you back for this, Dahan.”

Gael flashes him a grin. “You keep saying things like that, and, one day, maybe I will believe you.”

Beau huffs.

“All right, we need another volunteer,” Gael says and glances around.

Ezy is lying on the bed, his eyes closed. Him, I want him. I glance at Gael.

“Anyone you want, no one will judge,” Gael murmurs.

“Okay.” I take a breath, steady my nerves, and whisper the name. “Ezy.”

The alpha’s eyes pop open, and he looks almost scared, but Gael pulls the sheet off him and pulls his pants down. Ezy wrestles with him but ends up laying back panting, staring at the ceiling and swallowing hard.

One day, I want to get them all to stand naked together so I can examine their cocks and see the differences. But Ezy doesn’t look as long, but his girth is massive.

Suddenly, I’m not sure. He is not going to fit.

“You should see his knot, it’s impressive,” Gael teases. “Come closer, Aspyn, so you can learn.”

I crawl over Keagan, who laughs and smacks my ass.

Gael grips Ezy and strokes his hard cock. “We start with what we just learned. Getting him prepared to have the life sucked out of him. But it’s all about the anticipation.”

We go through it again, and then Gael leans down and licks. He’s slow and deliberate, the way someone would lick an ice cream cone. But Ezy almost levitates off the bed. Wow!

He glances at me, and we both ignore Ezy’s pants.

“You need to find the right method for the right alpha. Like Ezy likes just a hint of teeth over the tip of his cock, and Kelly loves it when you get messy.”

“Messy?”

“Um, drool, spit. He likes seeing tears run down your eyes as he fucks your face.”

That image slams into my brain, and I want it. Is it too soon to ask?

Gael points Ezy’s erection in my direction. “Your turn.”

I duck my head down and lick. He’s salty, it’s not unpleasant. I take over holding him and start licking him, still stroking and twisting my wrist every time I draw up.

“Now take him in your mouth. Listen to what he’s telling you, either verbally or what his body language is saying.”

I lose myself in it, taking over and moving so I’m closer and getting a better angle.

“Aspyn,” Ezy wails.

I ignore him. I hear a commotion, but I take him into my mouth, down to the knot. It’s a fascinating ridge of flesh that is growing, and seeing it, touching it, is doing all sorts of things that have me soaking the sheets.

I suck on his knot.

Ezy surges up, and now my nose is buried in the hairs on his groin. He pants and begs, incoherent.

The knot grows and expands, but I can’t stop. I breathe through my nose as the knot stretches my mouth open, filling up all the space.

Oh, wow.

I love it.

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