Page 121 of The Heart of Winter

That edge of tension in Winter I’d sensed before finally eased. He made a small gesture upward.

"And now, let me return the favor, Sariel. Stand up. If standing is hard on one leg, lean on my shoulder. I’ll wash you."

Ah, finally! The best part of this whole endeavor. Excitement rushed through me as I pushed myself up. It wasn’t easy with my injured leg, and the pain nagged at me, but I forced that part of my brain to shut down. The heat definitely helped.

Now, Winter was at eye level with my groin.

If I had expected him to hesitate at this part of our little foreplay, I was completely wrong.

Without even a hint of shyness, he took hold of my dick, and it responded instantly, hardening even more. His movements were skilled, efficient as he washed me, and when he was done, he rinsed me off by cupping water in an empty peanut can and pouring it over me.

Our eyes locked, and a spark of intensity flashed there as he leaned in, his mouth closing around my cock…

It caught me off guard; immediately, a powerful rush of electrifying sensation surged through my body, leaving me breathless, teetering on the edge of losing my balance.

"Oh fuck, Winter!" I choked out.

Obviously, he wanted me to come, even if he planned on taking his time getting there himself. With my heat powers in active mode, I was more than willing to go along with it.

His lips were impossibly soft and warm, and the sensations he coaxed out of me were nothing short of miraculous. But he didn't just stop at my head, he took me deeper, and the feeling was just sublime.

The sounds I was making were so embarrassing and outright lewd, but I couldn't control them, the stimuli were simply divine.

His technique turned out to be quite masterful, his mouth sealed tight around my glans, his tongue massaging me with firmness. It was almost too much to bear.

"Winter, I won't last long…" I groaned, my eyes scrunched shut in a futile attempt to stave off the impending explosion. The pleasure was centered at the tip of my cock, building to a fever pitch as his lips and tongue worked their magic—the same lips I'd fantasized about for what felt like forever.

"Yes, Winter, yesss…" I panted, blown away by his enthusiasm. He was fully immersed in the moment, taking my cock deep into his throat. At the same time, his finger slid between my thighs, easily gliding into my already slick hole. I was so ready, and when he found my sweet spot, I shuddered, letting out a long, obscene moan.

My hand came to rest on his head, in a half-hearted attempt to slow him down, but frankly, I didn't want him to stop. My blood was racing; the image of the haughty director on his knees, sucking me off, was almost just delicious. Could it possibly get any better?

Apparently not, because I let out a loud, ragged groan as the pressure in my lower abdomen reached a boiling point. My hips bucked of their own accord, driving deeper into his throat, and then… I was beyond restraint. I came, my cock erupting in a torrent of cum that shot down his esophagus. Damn, it was a huge load! But Winter swallowed every last drop without hesitation, no gagging!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I rasped, the last traces of my orgasm fading away as I released the final droplets between his warm, now quite puffy lips.

As the aftershocks eased, I swayed, leaning heavily on his arm for support.

"That was… damn! You weren’t kidding back in the cafeteria when you ate that mint ice cream like a pro!"

"And it was just as delicious," he muttered, still licking his swollen lips.

"What?" I didn’t follow.

Winter lifted his head, and our eyes met.

His cheeks were flushed, and his lips—God, his lips—looked even more gorgeous than earlier: swollen, red, sensual.

There was a short pause as we stared.

"Well, it tasted like sweet cream. I’ve never had anything like it before."

Another meaningful moment of silence fell between us.

Of course, we all knew what that could potentially mean. True Mates’ cum was supposed to taste sweet!

"Do you think there could be something to it, Winter?" I finally asked.

"I don’t know." Doubt flashed across his face again, his brows drawing together. "And I don’t want to get my hopes up about something like this. I’m a beta, my chances are slim as it is."

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