Page 72 of House of Kallan
A smile touched my lips. I hadn’t exactly shared specifically what I was looking for. Just that I was looking for something having to do with the branch splitting species. Even then, I wasvague. Not purposefully, but because I wasn’t sureexactlywhat I wanted to know. I figured I’d know when I saw it.
Perhaps if I’d talked it out like I had with Hawthorn on the way to the library earlier, Toby and/or Aden might have had some ideas.
“You’re right,” I said. “I don’t have a definite question that I’m looking to answer, so it’s been hard to explain what I want. I’m still not sure what I’ve expressed to you is what I want, honestly. But I feel in my gut that I’m onto something. Like there’ssomethingjust out of comprehension and if I can make a connection, it might unravel something huge that could help us.”
Hawthorn stood and offered me his hand. With mine in his, he pulled me to my feet and against his chest. This brought us face to face, eye to eye. He smirked. “Have I told you lately how much I love how tall you are?” he asked, his voice low and sensual. Sexy.
I shook my head. “That’s fortunate for you. I’m kind of attached to this height. I like looking down on insecure men.”
He laughed. One of those laughs that came from the belly. I grinned all the wider for it.
“Weak,” he said, brushing his lips against mine. “Imagine being so pathetic that you question your masculinity because a beautiful woman is taller than you.”
“It happens more than you’d care to think about. Masculinity is probably the most fragile substance in the world.”
Hawthorn laughed again. “You’re not wrong.”
“Personally, I like someone who is turned on by my height a whole lot more than someone who is intimidated by it,” I said.
His fingers brushed through my hair and ran down my back. “Honey, we’ve been half turned on since we met you.” Continuing their slow descent, his hands trailed down the length of my spine until he could cup my ass.
“You know,” I said as he squeezed me to him, the heels of my feet coming up off the ground as he pressed his semi against my pelvis. “You have one of the finest asses on a man I’ve ever seen.”
My hands dropped to mirror his, digging my fingers into the perfect cheeks. This man fucking growled, and I swear, my insides turned to jelly.
Hawthorn kissed me, hard and dirty, pulling away to bite my lip. “We haven’t seen anyone down here all day,” he growled.
“What do you have in mind?” These men were going to get me fired because I was far too ready for anything they suggested.
I yelped when Hawthorn picked me up and slung me over his shoulder before taking off down an aisle. Deeper and deeper into the library we went until we stopped in a section that was almost pitch black. The light didn’t reach this far, barely touching the dusty shelves.
Setting me on my feet, he said, “Knees, beautiful. I want to see your pretty mouth around my cock.”
Keeping my eyes on his and my hands on his hips, I slowly got to my knees. His gaze heated the lower I got until I knelt before him and began working his belt. He pulled his shirt up, hooking it under his chin, putting those glorious abs on display for me to gawk at.
Nah, I wasn’t just going to look. As I worked his pants open, I stretched up and kissed his stomach. Long, open-mouthed kisses that were probably more like licking, but come on. These abs were hot!
Hawthorn’s hand tangled in my hair, gripping me tightly as I dragged my mouth down his body until I could lick the head of his cock as I pulled it out. He hissed, groaning at the same time. Tugging his pants down lower, I flicked my tongue along his shaft, teasing and dragging my teeth softly along his most sensitive spots until I got to the base.
I pushed his pants down to his ankles and then gripped his thighs for balance. His dick stood straight out, reaching for me. But I ignored it for a second and took his left ball into my mouth, giving it a good, hard suck.
He flinched, hissing as his hips rocked forward. Giving theother the same treatment, I went back up his dick, dragging my tongue along the vein running along the underside.
Glancing up, I found him watching me with intent, hooded eyes. Staring. Everything written in his expression was heat and desire.
Trying not to smirk, I took him in my mouth. Gripping the base of his cock, I jerked him in time with slow, sensual thrusts into my mouth, using my tongue to stimulate him as I went. His heavy breathing filled the air around us, almost echoing inside my head. I could feel his touch, the place he gripped my hair, that sting traveled through my body and settled in my core.
I was startled when he suddenly wasn’t there. As if he vanished entirely. My hands fell away, my mouth opening in surprise. His reappearance made me jump. And gag because his dick was still in my mouth somehow, but deeper now.
His chuckle as I pulled my mouth from him fluttered through my body. He smirked at me, patting my cheek and making my skin hot.
With a glare, I dove back in. This time, no holds barred. I sucked him deeply, hard, and with no remorse. It wasn’t just heavy breathing that I heard this time, but his low, guttural moans punctuated by the occasional expletive as I really hit his good spots.
His hands suddenly appeared on each side of my head, pulling his dick from my throat just as he released, filling my mouth with his cum. I narrowed my eyes as I looked up at him, swallowing his load as he continued to spurt, using short jabs of his hips to stimulate his cock through the orgasm.
Like the good fucking girl I was, I swallowed it, but I glared at him the entire time.
A satisfied smile climbed Hawthorn’s face as he released my head and I let go of his softening dick. “Want to put it back for me?”
