Page 416 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

With another dark chuckle.

"Val..."

"Yes?"

"Stop being—" I lose the word. "Stop."

"Stop, or stop?"

I fist my hand in his hair and pull.

He goes down.

His mouth closes over the crown of my cock and my spine comes off the bed, twisting, my thighs clamping around his head. His mouth is hot and aggressive in spite of being completely unhurried, and he takes me deeper with a slow slide of his tongue, hollowing his cheeks with a rumbling purr.

He likes this.

He isn't mocking me. I thought he might be, maybe. But his eyes half-close and his shoulders drop, one hand gripping my right thigh and the other splayed across my hip to keep me from bucking up into his throat.

I try to be quiet.

I really fucking try.

"Fuck!" I bite the side of my hand to muffle it. "Fuck, that's⁠—"

He pulls off with a wet sound and licks a slow stripe up the underside, watching me the whole time with those flat silver eyes. Spit shines on his mouth. His hair is a wreck where my hand has been wrapped up in it.

"Louder," he whispers.

"Someone will hear," I hiss.

"Thane?" His tongue swirls over the head. "Good. I want him to hear. Make him loosen up a little."

"Stop talking about Thane," I groan. "I can't come if I'm thinking about him listening⁠—"

He takes me back in and every thought perishes anyway.

He builds me methodically toward the edge. Deep pulls, then teasing. A twist of his wrist at the base, his thumb pressing beneath my shaft, his tongue working and dragging, his teeth grazing my skin and leaving me shaking and blacking out from lack of breath.

Every time I get close he eases off and drags his mouth along my thigh until I'm swearing at him in all the languages we share, and then he does it again.

"Ya tebya ubyu," I gasp.

"Mm." He grins around me. "Later."

My heels dig into the mattress, my hand fisting so tight in his hair it has to hurt, but it eggs him on, if anything. He just hums pleasantly, letting me scratch and pull at him, and takes me all the way down the ridged back of his throat.

Everything in my head that's been stressing me out nonstop goes silent.

There's just this, us, this thing that shouldn't be happening.

"I'm…" My voice cracks. "Valek, I'm…"

He doesn't pull off. He takes me all the way and starts swallowing, the suction pulling at my cock, and I come so hard everything goes gray. My body locks up and I make the stupidest fucking sound yet, the hand that isn't twisted in his hair tearing at sheets I'll have to wash tomorrow.

He works me through every last shudder, gentling and licking along my shaft, cleaning me, tongue soothing over the oversensitive skin until I whimper and push weakly at his head.

He pulls off and rests his cheek against my thigh, his whole body vibrating with the deepest, most rattling purr I've ever heard.