Page 54 of Lost and Bound
The urge to take him by the shoulders, shake him, and scream in his face swept over me like a tsunami. Change the subject?Change the fucking subject?He was the one who couldn’t answer a goddamn question!
Instead, I shoved him in the chest. “Back against that tree, Calder.”
I had the satisfaction of seeing a look of total, startled surprise cross his face for a moment. “What?”
“Back. Against. The tree.” I couldn’t try to beat some sense into him. That might not endtoopoorly for me, what with the whole ‘no hurting Jared’ promise, but it wouldn’t end well, either. It wouldn’t work, at least.
And on top of wanting to slug him, I simplywanted. I couldn’t deny it. But I was so fucking sick of only being allowed to want on his terms. On anybody’s terms. If I made up with Nate, I pissed Ian off. How was that fair, that he’d get angry when I tried to get along with his mate? When he had to know better than anyone how much Nate loved him. And if I asked Calder to fuck me, I got fucked his way.
Never mind that I liked it too. More than liked it. Had started to crave it.
Fuck that. No.
Calder slowly took a few steps until he stood next to the large tree I’d pointed at, and he leaned back against it warily.
It helped that he’d done what I told him, but it wasn’t enough.
The open-mouthed, wide-eyed look on his face when I dropped down on my knees in front of him came close to being enough, though. That felt good. Putting him as off-balance, for a minute, anyway, as everyone else had managed to put me.
As I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, it occurred to me that what I was doing could be seen, in the right light, as submitting to my mate to reassure him he didn’t have anything to worry about, that he had no reason to be jealous.
It also occurred to me that I’d never sucked a cock before, and that starting with Calder’s pro-level dick probably wasn’t the best move. I needed something more…JV, like five or six inches. Normal.
I pulled Calder’s cock out, and it was already half-hard and shiny at the tip. Definitely pro. Maybe even the Olympics. My large hand barely wrapped all the way around.
I’d had this fucking thing inside my body? In broad daylight, looking at it up close, the thought made me cringe and clench my ass as if I could retroactively keep it out of me. Except that I’d moaned and spread my legs and begged for it, hadn’t I?
“You don’t have to do that,” Calder said, his tone gentle now, all of a sudden. I flashed back to saying exactly the same thing, back in his cell, when he’d lifted me up and said he was going to suck me before he fucked me.
Well, anything he could do, I could do better. Dammit.
And this time, I really didn’t want gentle. Ian had dragged Nate off to have his way with him, and I knew Ian wouldn’t be going easy on his flirtatious, mischievous, wayward brat of a mate. And maybe Calder was even bigger and more dangerous than Ian, but…Nate was only human, truly fragile and breakable compared to a werewolf like me. And smaller. A lot smaller.
Calder hadn’t seemed concerned about Nate’s safety. So why the fuck didn’t I rate the jealous alpha treatment?
I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his cock and went down on it, as far as I could go. The girth of him stretched my lips and filled my mouth, but I kept going, ignoring my gag reflex and my watering eyes and lodging the thick head into my throat. I swallowed around him, over and over, rubbing my tongue over the underside, not even bothering with pretending to have any kind of technique. Just choking on it until I ran out of air.
I pulled off, panting, and looked up. Calder’s eyes were fixed on me like he couldn’t see anything else, like I was all that existed in the universe, and he had his claws embedded in the tree to either side of his body. Lapping at the head of his cock, I sucked him back in again, the taste and scent of him and the obscene slurping sounds I was making and the heaviness of him on my tongue filling all my senses. Filling me.
It took real effort to pull off again, but fuck this. Calder wasn’t moving at all. He held himself rigid against the tree, his hips still.
Fuck. This.
I let his cock go and watched it bob in the air in front of my face, flushed and wet and impossibly hard and thick. I’d had thatinsideme.
He stared in disbelief as I got to my feet, a little awkwardly, since my own cock had somehow gotten hard enough to press uncomfortably against my zipper.
“You want my mouth?” I demanded.
Calder frowned. “You’re the one who wanted to suck me off, Jared.”
I took a step forward, getting right in his face. Well, I had to tip my head up to do it, but it counted. “If you want my mouth, you’ll have to fucking take it,” I said, slowly and clearly. “Fuck it. Shove your cock down my throat. Pin me by the neck and pinch my jaw to keep my mouth open, choke me, make me swallow every fucking drop of your come, knot my mouth—”
With a savage snarl, Calder ripped his claws out of the tree, retracting them as he went, and grabbed the back of my head, jerking me into a brutal kiss that bruised my lips against my teeth. He bit more than kissed, savaging my lips, swallowing my desperate moans. I shoved my hips against him, his cock stabbing me in the stomach, and rode his thigh. He pushed his leg up and nearly lifted me off my feet, and I cried out, my balls drawing up.
Calder spun us, and the second my back hit the tree his hands landed on my shoulders, forcing me down to my knees again. Only this time I had nowhere to go. He took my chin in one big hand, massaging my jaw with his fingers.
“Open,” he said.
