Page 58 of Obsidian and Frost
“You’re a real piece of work. You know that?”
“Oh, I do,” I said, tightening my grip around his cock. His delightfully rock-hard cock. He hissed and released my hand, actually giving up control. More than that, he was silently asking me to guide things, to teach him. “Just as I also know that it drives you fucking crazy in the best way.” I loosened my grip and slid my palm up and down his shaft, watching his reactions carefully, his eyes hooding, him swallowing hard, his one hand still holding my bicep shaking. “Is this big, hard cock weeping for me, babe?”
His eyes flicked to mine, blazing heat threatening to burn us both right where we stood.
“Find out,” he uttered hoarsely.
“Mmm. With absolute pleasure.”
With a flick of my magic, I levitated him over to the couch.
As he lay there on his back, startled, and not sure what to make of it, I ripped my tank over my head, and then crawled up his powerhouse body, watching all that hot muscle rippling with tension as he regarded me with so much intensity and now undeniable curiosity, his anticipation right there for me to see laid bare.
“Lift,” I told him, gesturing at my shirt. As much as I reveled in the sight of him in it, I wanted him skin-to-skin with me right now.
He raised his arms and held my gaze, not even flinching as I pulled it off him, exposing his torso and those sinful abs of fucking steel.
He justwatched me, his anticipation naked, his curiosity sharp and crackling between us.
I trailed my fingers of both hands down over his throat, to his pecs, over the chain hanging from his neck that held a wolf claw pendant, all the way along his abs, over all that heat, all those scars. Nice and slow, making him really feel me, every motion of what I was doing to him, every little provocative brush of skin against skin.
He undulated beneath me, little groans of need spilling forth and increasing in volume the longer I teased him, sliding up and down, all over.
When I finally stilled at the waistband of the sweatpants, he was panting, heavy-lidded eyes glued to mine.
“Yes,” he told me. “Sylas,” he panted.
He sucked in a harsh breath as I drew them down to his thighs.Fuck me,he wasn’t wearing any underwear so his cock sprung free immediately. His absolutely huge cock.
Raging hard.
And most definitely weeping for me.
“Exquisite,” I breathed, slicking some of his pre-cum with the pad of my thumb and spreading it over his spongy crown.
His hips lifted and a guttural groan rumbled from him, the sound so deliciously primal.
“That’s right, hot little wolf, melt for me.”
He snarled and threw his right hand out, then dug his nails—nope, hisclaws—into my bare shoulder.
I smirked. “Love your claws in me, babe.”
“Argh. You’re driving me fucking crazy. You fucking cocksucker.”
“Cocksucker. Don’t even try to pretend that wasn’t pointed this time. In fact, I believe that was actually your version of begging me to do just that to this beautiful cock of yours.”
I fisted him roughly, teasing his crown with my thumb as I went, and he drove his claws deeper into my shoulder, making me hiss, the biting pain making my own cock raging fucking hard. I hadn’t thought that was possible given where I was already at with all this, straining against my pants like a desperate whore.
Fuck,I hadn’t felt this desperate in a long fucking time.
I hadn’t wanted anybodythisintensely before.
I stilled my hand.
A whimper sounded and I couldn’t fucking believe that it had come from him.
There we were.
