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I licked my lips and nodded, although I didn’t know if I really wanted to know. I held my breath as I waited for him to speak. Maybe he’d admit he killed so many people he lost count? But even if he killed hundreds upon hundreds, the truth was, it wouldn’t change how I felt about him.
I still wanted my life with his.
He slid the hand that was playing with my hair across my neck and up to cup my cheek, his thumb moving over my bottom lip. “The absolute worst part of it all was the loneliness. The emptiness of not knowing if ye were already born, if ye already lived yer life and passed on. The desperation of no’ knowing if I’d ever find ye.” He cleared his throat as emotion clogged it.
My breath caught. I didn’t know what to say to that. It was so profound that I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. So I said nothing at all, not wanting to ruin the moment. I just adjusted myself so I was closer to him, reached out, and smoothed my thumb along his bottom lip. When he parted for me, the air left him slowly, bathing the pad of my digit in warm humidity. I let myself push it in, and he groaned again, immediately lapping at my skin before gently biting it.
Things were heavy and solemn, melancholy. But in a matter of seconds, that vanished, and in its place was intense heat, a fire that was threatening to burn both of us alive.
“My Evie,” he groaned, and I removed my thumb from his mouth, bringing it to my lips and dragging my tongue across it, tasting the combination of both of us.
His flavor was like spicy honey, sweetness that hit me right in the back of the throat. “No one’s ever called me Evie except you.” I wasn’t sure why I told him that, but it seemed profound, as if no one dared to say it, because Cian was the lone person meant to give me the nickname.
“Come here, my female.”
I smiled slowly, knowing it probably looked seductive. He breathed out harshly when I shook my head and reached down for his jeans, never breaking eye contact as I popped the button and pulled the zipper down.
I could feel how hard he was as his cock brushed against my hand, a massively thick length trying to tear free from the denim of his pant leg. My inner muscles clenched, and I grew even wetter.
“Right now it’s about you,” I whispered and opened the two halves of his jeans, seeing the swatch of his golden abdomen, the tightness in definition of his muscles. He had a dark trail of short hair that went right to his cock. I looked down and let my finger trail across that path until I got to the root of his shaft. His cock visibly jerked, and I felt my throat tighten, my mouth watering for what I was about to do.
“Lass,” he groaned, and when I looked up at him, I could see he was starting to lose control, his wolf rising.
It was amazing to see how his body physically changed, how it grew bigger, his shoulders becoming broader, his muscles more defined. His eyes flashed blue, glowing as he watched me intently, his canines lengthening right before my eyes. It was a visual aphrodisiac, one I had never envisioned or thought could be insanely hot until I met him.
“This is for you,” I said again, emphasizing as I reached down and pulled out the heavy rope of his cock. I knew he’d try to reciprocate, knew he’d rather give me pleasure instead of receive it. But ever since tasting him the night before, I’d been thinking about sucking him off, continuing what I’d started before he stopped me.
I shifted down on the couch and more firmly between his legs. He had one knee bent, a foot on the cushion, his other resting on the floor. I stroked from base to tip, adding pressure when I got down to the root and squeezing up all the way to the top. Pre-cum was already a constant at the crown, and my mouth watered more.
“Fair warning,” I said in a teasing voice, although I was pretty nervous. “I’ve never done this before.” His answer was a growl of approval and his hand tightening in my hair. “So if I’m bad at it…”
He groaned and shook his head. “No’ possible.” His voice was a husky tenor. “Ye haven’t even put yer mouth on me yet, and already I’m about tae come.”
I shivered, his words making me feel so empowered, so beautiful. While keeping my gaze locked with his, I lowered my head and sucked the bulbous crown of his cock deep into my mouth.
His chest started pumping up and down, the material of his gray T-shirt stretched over the width of his chest and broad shoulders. I slid one hand up, feeling the ridges of his abdomen, and moved my fingers over the hard, dime-sized, copper-colored nipples I could feel underneath his shirt.
I kept moving up until he wrapped his fingers around my wrist, stopping me for a second before he pulled my fingers toward his face. He sucked my index finger into the warm, wet recesses of his mouth, moving his tongue along the pad, gently nipping at the flesh.
I was totally winging it with this blowjob, but whatever I was doing was doing its job, because I could feel how tight his body was coiled and heard him scratching at the back of the couch, his nails digging into the fabric as if he was holding on, trying to stabilize himself.
“Ahhh, lass.” He jerked his head back, his eyes closing, his neck muscles straining. He bared his teeth, his jaw clenched so tightly. “I’m no’ going tae last.”
That only had me hollowing out my cheeks even more and twisting my wrist as I pumped my palm up and down his dick. I was sure to anyone other than my mate I would’ve seemed grossly novice at this, but I felt a surge of power because I knew I could quite literally bring Cian to his knees.
“Fair warning, lass… I’m going tae come.”
I knew what he was saying, why he was making sure to tell me. But I had no intention of stopping. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to swallow it, to have his seed nourish me. God, I was getting so turned on even thinking about taking all his cum.
I hummed my approval and renewed my efforts, taking in as much as I could, feeling the tip hit the back of my throat, swallowing around the bulbous head. I jerked off what I couldn’t reach, moving my hand up and down from base to where my lips engulfed him.
He had his hand in my hair, his fingers tight in the stands, the pain leading the way to more pleasure, tears pricking my eyes. But it felt good, and I moaned around him, telling him with just that sound that I wanted more.
Cian started lifting his hips in time with me going down on him, thrusting his cock into me, not allowing me to set the pace. I braced my hands on his thighs as I worked my tongue and mouth over him, gently scraping my teeth along the flared head after I realized he enjoyed that.
Our eyes locked, and I felt his cock kick in my mouth again, tasted even more pre-cum. I started drooling, saliva slipping out the corners of my mouth from trying to take all of his dick, from swallowing it and moaning around it. But I didn’t care, wasn’t embarrassed, and the growls coming from him, the way he reached out and rubbed that saliva into my skin, told me it turned him on too.
I knew he was close by the rapid intake and exhale of his breathing, and the excitement to bring him off fueled me on. I slid my hand between us and cupped his heavy sac, rolling his balls in my palm until he barked out and gave me what I was working hard for. All that cum.
