Page 17 of Preyless
The real question is—are you open to something like this?
Wolfe wants me to tell you that there’s no pressure, but I think he’s lying.
A laugh bubbled out of me.
PetalstoFangs
I think so. I’m not against it, anyway. I’ve read books with weirder things happening, so, I mean *shrugging emoji* It's up for discussion.
But I need something before I say yes, officially.
Minutes passed.
I was quickly losing the battle for sleep.
Thankfully, though, the feeling of my phone buzzing against my chest forced my eyes open again.
PreyForUs
What do you need?
And how can we make that happen for you?
FIVE
AIDEN
“Fuck,”I ground out through clenched teeth as Casey bobbed his head up and down the length of my cock. He had wasted absolutely no time unbuckling my belt and pulling my briefs and pants down my legs—where they now sat, still wrapped around my ankles—after PetalstoFang’s response sprung my dick to life. “You didn’t even give me a chance to respond. Holy shit.”
He only moaned around my dick, forcing my back to arch as it vibrated every nerve ending in me. It was made both better and worse when he added his hand to the mix. He stroked up and down my length perfectly, his spit acting as lube, and I swore that I could already feel my balls begin to tingle.
The phone and her messages were quickly put on the back burner.
Just for a few moments, anyway.
I fisted his hair in a firm grasp before leaning back slightly and shoving his head down. He gagged brutally, his throat constricting on all eight inches of me. My chest all but vibrated as I forced him to keep it down for four full seconds. “Yeah? You wanted to be eager, Wraithe. So be a good fucking boy and take a face-fucking then.Eagerly.”
Once the four seconds were up, I relinquished my hold on his head and watched as he came up for air. His eyes were lined with tears, and spit still connected my dick to his pouty mouth.
God, how I loved that sight.
“You…” he panted, “are a caveman.”
I chuckled darkly as I grabbed the base of my cock and smacked it against his pouty lips. “You complaining, pretty boy?”
“Never.”
“Get back to it, then.”
He didn’t even hesitate. Once again, his mouth was sucking my dick down his throat—this time, without me even having to force it. He took me all the way down, forcing past his own barrier. I groaned as I felt him swallow, only to somehow lick my balls, too.
Fuck me.
That alone was one reason I probably fell in love with him. Because that was a fucking talent.
I growled. “Wraithe. God-fucking-damnit. More…just a little more.”
Instead of giving me more, though, the brat popped his head off my cock again. His eyes landed on my phone. “Better answer our girl, Daddy. She’s gonna think we’re not interested.”
