Page 42 of Shifting Fate
I struggled to rein in my wolf, who wanted to shove him to his knees and claim him, right here, right now.
“Let’s take this to the living room,” I murmured instead, giving him a gentle nudge back. He sprung away with a breathless laugh, then grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the kitchen.
I stumbled after him, kiss-drunk. I wasn’t thinking straight. Hell, I wasn’t even capable of thought. All I knew was I needed Dallon like I needed air, and he wasn’t close enough.
Dallon seemed to know exactly what I needed. He gave me a shove towards the couch, then immediately straddled my lap. His warmth enveloped me, smothered me, and it still wasn’t enough. I moaned into his mouth as he took what he wanted, diving inside until our tongues tangled and all I could taste was Dallon Abernathy.
“Fuck.”
“Getting there,” Dallon uttered, rubbing himself shamelessly against me. With skilled fingers, he popped the button on my jeans and slowly tugged down the zipper. He bit his bottom lip and drew me out of my pants, his hands scorching my flesh. I whimpered and thrust myself deeper into his grasp. He responded by laughing and kissing me, once, on the lips. “I can feel your wolf practically vibrating beneath your skin. So fucking hot.”
I choked on another groan, squeezing my eyes shut. He fisted over me slowly, torturing me with each twisting upstroke. I dug my fingers into the cushions of the couch and dropped my head back. For several long moments, I reveled in the silken touch of my mate’s hand.
Then I leaned forwards and nipped his lip. “Blow me.”
“Bossy.” He grabbed my neck and dragged me in for another kiss, simmering slow. His eyes sparked with fire. He slid down my body, dropping to his knees on the floor between my spread thighs. “Lucky for you, I’ve been dying to taste you.”
I heard the soft whirr of a zipper and I knew Dallon was touching himself—and then all I could focus on was the hot, wet embrace of his mouth as he swallowed me to the root. I jerked beneath him and he moaned, then pinned my hips to the couch. The sound that escaped me was strangled, because fuck, he wasgood.So good. So much better than my left hand and a bottle of lube.
He suckled at my cockhead, running his tongue underneath, then went down on me again. With each bob of his head, he took me deep into the back of his throat without so much as a sound, swallowing several times before coming up for air.
Once, twice, three times more and I lost it. Shouting out, my orgasm snapped through me, tingling all the way down my spine. Dallon pulled back, but kept his lips wrapped firmly around my head while his hand massaged me. He swallowed every drop I had to give. Spent, I collapsed against the couch on a moan.
Wrapped in a hazy sort of bliss, my wolf rumbled happily, sated.
Dallon climbed back onto the couch, his kisses far more tender now. I opened my eyes and gazed at him. His slim cock hung out of his fly, bobbing against his belly. I snared my fingers around his shaft and began to jerk him off.
His tongue danced with mine almost at the same tempo that his hips snapped, taking the pleasure I was offering without any shame. His soft moans dissolved into whimpers, until finally, he spilled over my fist and onto our stomachs. Needing more, I sucked my fingers clean of his seed. It was both sweet and salty like him.
Dallon nuzzled in closer, nibbling at my ear. His voice was breathless and pleased when he said, “And you were gonna give this up.”
I chuckled. “I know. What an idiot.”
He sat up on my lap, cocking his head to one side. “Netflix and chill?”
“I have a TV in my bedroom?”
A grin stretched wickedly across his face. “I love the sound of that.”
