Page 28 of Twice Bitten
No, I hadn’t, and he still wasn’t getting one—not until I had a better look. Maybe I wouldn’t break easily, but…fuck. Were alphas really that big? Or was that some kind of optical illusion? I didn’t know which to hope for, and the muscles of my ass clenched involuntarily.
I reached down, my throat tight with something between fear and anticipation, and popped the top button on his jeans.
And then the next button, and the next, because of course the kind of werewolf who lived in his leather jacket would have a button fly, the wanker.
Jack went still, barely breathing. I’d have made some crack about him sucking in his stomach except that his eight-pack couldn’t possibly have gotten more rigid than it already was.
I wanted to lick all of those muscles.
And then it hit me that Icouldlick them. I could do anything I wanted.
With one button still fastened and Jack’s cock still trapped behind denim and the cotton of what looked like plain black boxers—only a tantalizing bulge, not a measurable shape—I slid down the bed between his legs, savoring his quick, indrawn breath and the way his arms corded with tension to either side of me.
From this angle, flat on my back and gazing up at him, he looked like some kind of pagan god of sex, huge and hard and intimidating. My mouth watered. I pushed myself up on my elbows and rubbed my cheek over his stomach.
A quiver went through him. “Angelo,” he whispered, his tone full of something that sounded like awe.
I turned my head and teased along a ridge of muscle with my tongue, and then lapped lower until I reached the waistband of his boxers.
His cock stirred in its fabric prison, and he groaned, sounding pained.
I smiled against his skin. Gods, the scent of him, heady and masculine. It made my head spin. I flopped back down and popped that last button, my knuckles brushing the hardness behind it.
One tug at the fabric of his boxers, and his cock was in my hand.
Yes. He really was that big, and his red-flushed cockhead wasright there.
I pushed up again and wrapped my lips around it, running my tongue in a circle. The taste of him, hot and a little bitter and the sweetest thing I’d ever had, made my eyes roll back in my head, and I moaned, spreading my legs further, wishing I could get a hand down to bring myself off.
Jack pulled back, his cock dragging over my lower lip, and I whined, trying to chase it.
He dropped back on his heels, straddling my chest, and pushed his hips forward until his cock pressed inside me again.
This time I didn’t feel like I had control of it.
A helpless whimper welled up in my chest. I’d orgasm from this. I wouldn’t even need to touch my cock. It’d been so fucking long, and…it really had nothing to do with how long it’d been. He pushed, and filled me, and his cockhead nudged the back of my throat, thick and hard, his shaft pressing my tongue down.
Jack wrapped one big hand around the back of my head, pulling me up into position, and then tangled the other in my hair and tugged my head back, hard, forcing me to look up into his eyes, his cock still lodged in my throat.
How I must have looked, splayed out under him, my mouth impaled on his cock…
I shivered, and the hand in my hair tightened until it almost hurt.
His whole body had the coiled tension of a man about to lose his self-control.
I wanted him to. Gods, how much I wanted him to.
“Yeah?” he asked, his voice low and raspy. “Put your hand on me. One for yes. Two for no.”
I wrapped a hand around his thigh and squeezed hard. Once.
Yes.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” he said, and thrust roughly down my throat, stretching me wide.
I choked, and my eyes watered and stung as he fucked my mouth mercilessly, holding my head in place and forcing every inch inside me. Vampires didn’t need to breathe quite as much as humans, but my lungs seized up after a few minutes and black spots danced in my vision.
Gods, I wanted it, and I opened my mouth and went limp in his hold and took it, the back of my throat bruised and my lips swollen, gazing up wide-eyed at his face as his fangs dropped and his features contorted into something feral and wild.
