Page 27 of Fangs & Freaks
His response is a growl, low and feral, and his hands fly back to my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts roughly, chasing his release. I relax my throat, letting him take what he needs.
When he finally shudders, a guttural moan ripping from his throat, I feel the rush of satisfaction that comes with knowing I’ve undone him completely. His release fills my mouth, warm and salty, and I swallow without hesitation, savoring every drop.
As I pull back, Warrick’s hands remain in my hair for a moment, his touch softer now. He looks down at me, his crimson eyes still dark with desire, but there’s something else there too—something unspoken that makes my heart race.
“Damn, little unicorn,” he says, his voice hoarse. “You really are full of surprises.”
I smile, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. “I aim to please.”
Blackwell lets out a low whistle, pushing off the wall and walking toward us. “Well, that was a show,” he says, his smirk firmly back in place. “But now you’ve got me all hard and aching, so I think it’s only fair that I get a turn.”
Warrick growls low, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. “Patience, Blackwell,” he says.
When Warrick finally pulls me to my feet, his lips crush against mine in a bruising kiss, and I melt into him, the world narrowing to just us. Blackwell steps closer, his hand brushing against my back, and I turn to him, drawn to the intensity in his eyes.
“I’m not one for patience. You know that,” he says. His gaze locks on mine, molten and searing, making my stomach tighten with anticipation.
Blackwell closes the distance between us. His hand cups my jaw, his thumb brushing along my lower lip, as he takes me in. “You’re something else, Varys,” he murmurs, his tone both teasing and reverent. “Let me see just how sweet you really are.”
Before I can respond, he presses a kiss to my lips—hot, demanding, and unapologetically possessive. I gasp against him, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he pushes my pajama bottoms down so that my throbbing length is pressed between us.
He breaks the kiss, nudging me backward until I’m seated on the edge of the bed. He kneels before me with the same casual arrogance he always exudes.
Blackwell’s hands slide along my thighs, pushing them apart as his lips trail over the sensitive skin, leaving a path of heat in their wake. Warrick watches from a few feet away, his expression unreadable, though the tightness in his jaw and the dark gleam in his eyes betray his arousal.
“You’re perfect like this.” Blackwell glances up at me. “All flushed and eager. I could devour you.”
His tongue flicks out, teasing, tasting, before he takes me fully into his mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, his skilled tongue and lips working in a rhythm that sends pleasure coursing through me. My hands instinctively tangle in his dark hair, holding on as he takes me deeper, his eyes never leaving mine.
From across the room, Warrick mumbles, “Don’t overwhelm him.”
Blackwell chuckles around me, the vibration sending another surge of pleasure through my body. He pulls back slightly, his lips glistening as he smirks. “You’re one to talk,” he quips beforeturning his attention back to me, his tongue tracing along my length in a way that makes my head fall back and a moan slip from my lips.
Blackwell’s mouth works like magic, his tongue tracing every sensitive spot, drawing out gasps and moans that echo in the room. His movements are deliberate, an intoxicating combination of control and indulgence, as if he’s savoring every sound I make, every tremble of my body under his touch.
“Blackwell…” I breathe, my voice shaky, desperate.
His hands press firmly against my thighs, keeping me grounded as he works me closer to the edge. Warrick’s looming presence behind him only heightens the intensity, the weight of his gaze making me feel utterly exposed, and yet undeniably safe.
“Don’t hold back, little unicorn,” Blackwell murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak before his tongue flicks against me again, his dark eyes locking with mine. “I want it all.”
The words push me over the edge. My body arches as the release crashes through me, my hands clutching at him as I cry out, the pleasure leaving me breathless and trembling. Blackwell doesn’t let up, his movements slowing only when I begin to sag back against the bed, spent and utterly undone.
He finally pulls away, his lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk as he licks his lips, savoring the taste of me. “Sweet, just as I thought,” he says, his tone smug.
Warrick lets out a low grunt, clearly restraining himself as he steps closer, his hand resting possessively on my shoulder. “Done showing off?” he rumbles, his voice thick with both approval and jealousy.
Blackwell stands, brushing his hands over his trousers with an air of nonchalance. “For now,” he replies, glancing at Warrick with a playful glint in his eyes. “But don’t act like you didn’t enjoy watching.”
Warrick’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he shifts his attention to me, his large hands pulling me up from the bed and shifting me so my head is by his smorgasbord of pillows. “Come on,” he says softly, his tone losing its usual edge. “You need rest.”
Blackwell climbs in next, stretching out on one side of me with a sigh of contentment. Warrick settles on the other, his arm draping protectively over my waist as he pulls me against his chest.
“Comfortable?” Warrick murmurs, his voice low and soothing against my ear.
I nod, my eyelids growing heavy as the weight of the evening settles over me. Between them, I feel safe, cherished in a way I never expected.
Blackwell chuckles softly, his hand brushing against mine under the covers. “Get some sleep, little unicorn. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”
