Page 144 of Aryn

“Someone’s extra needy tonight, huh?” he murmurs.

I kiss him harder to shut him up, tugging on his piercings again just to hear that delicious moan vibrate against my tongue. My fingers close around his wrist as I guide his hand to my mouth, taking a draw off the thraeva before pushing it back toward him.

“Finish this,” I rasp, pressing the roll to his lips.

Aryn takes a long pull, eyes locked on mine as he holds the smoke. I flip us, pinning his shoulders against the wall. A slow smirk spreads on his lips as he gives me another deliberate stroke.

“Bossy.”

My eyes roll back as I breathe a rueful huff of a laugh. “If you don’t give me a minute, I’m going to come.”

Those perfect lips pucker around the thraeva as he takes another draw, removing his hand from my pants. His head falls back onto the stone behind him, and I nearly combust as he drags his palm along the bulge in his pants. He’s sex personified, with his hazy eyes fluttering closed, hair sticking to his skin, and the slow roll of his hips against his hand as he touches himself.

“You’re staring, kitten.”

“Only because you’re really fucking nice to stare at,” I answer, pinning him against the wall for another kiss before I sink to my knees. Cold, melted snow seeps through my pants, but I ignore it as I work his zipper down and free his cock. I stare up his body to find him watching me with that predatory intensity he gets.

He hums softly, dragging his thumb over my cheek. “So perfect on your knees.”

The praise makes me shiver, and I wrap my lips around him and suck him down greedily. The taste of his slick coats my tongue and the roof of my mouth, and his tendrils flex against my lips.

“Fuck, kitten,” Aryn groans, head falling back against the wall with a dull thud. His fingers fist in my hair. “Look at you, so eager to suck my cock. Anyone could walk by and see you.”

Thraeva smoke curls around us as he takes another hit and flicks it away. The high makes everything more intense. I bob my head faster, sucking him sloppily until spit drips down my chin.

Aryn chuckles breathlessly, the sound rough. “Greedy thing. You love this, don’t you?” I hum loudly in agreement, looking up at him with watery eyes as I take him even deeper. My cock is aching in my pants, but I don’t touch it. I just focus on him.

“Bet you’d let me fuck your throat right here,” Aryn says as his hand tightens in my hair, forcing me to keep looking up at him. He holds me still and thrusts into my mouth, deliberately dragging the base of his cock along my tongue.

Voices drift down the alley, and his head snaps in their direction with his fangs bared, but they’re only passing by. Once he ensures no one is interrupting us, his eyes find mine again.

“Hold still, kitten.”

He fucks my mouth like he said he would, deliberately sinking deeper until I cough around him. He doesn’t rush, despite the way I hollow my cheeks and try to drive him into a frenzy. It has the opposite effect, though, and mixes with the thraeva haze to make me dizzy with want.

“Fuck, just like that,” he groans before his fingers tighten in my hair and yank. “Now on your feet.”

He hauls me up and spins me around, guiding me toward the stack of crates half-blocking the alley. He presses my chest against the rough wood, positioning me so I’m looking down the narrow passage toward the flickering bonfires and the distant swirl of music and dancers. The risk of being seen makes my pulse hammer.

In one rough motion, he shoves my pants and underwear down just past my ass. His cock hangs out through his open zipper, hot and slick against me as he teases my hole. Just as I’m about to beg him to hurry, he pushes inside me.

He curses my name as I arch my spine and grip the crates, the sharp edge of the wood giving me something to focus on besides the way he forces me open. I’m stuffed, the fullness radiating up to my sternum and stealing my breath. My hole flutters and clenches around the invasion, and Aryn curses my name again.

Before I can even catch my breath, he starts fucking me.

It’s hard and fast, and each snap of his hips sends sparks shooting up my spine. The crates scrape against my cheek and chest, and every thrust jolts me forward. My trapped cock rubs against the wood through my shoved-down clothes, giving me just enough friction to drive me insane. Pleasure coils in my gut, so intense my legs shake with it.

“Quiet, kitten,” he mutters against my ear, “unless you want the whole square to hear how well you take my cock.”

Another group of voices passes near the mouth of the alley, and I imagine what they’d see if they looked this way. Aryn behind me, bending me over with his hand wrapped in my hair. They’d see the concentration on his face and the impact of him driving into me, and the way my face goes slack with pleasure, mouth open on silent gasps as he fucks me.

The thought makes me reach for my cock, whining as my fingers tighten. Aryn’s rhythm never falters. The wet slap of skin on skin is barely hidden by the music, and every deep stroke makes my toes curl in my boots. My hole is so slick and sensitive that I feel every ridge of his cock, and all those teasing brushes of his tendrils.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” he demands, swatting my hand away. His tail snakes around my front, coiling around my cock and holding it tight.

My body is buzzing and oversensitive, trembling with the need to come while he keeps me right on that razor edge. Noises leave my throat beyond my control—moans and whimpers, rasping pleads of his name and gasps for more.

I whine as his tail leaves my cock and travels up my torso. It slides between my lips, muffling me as it tilts my head back against his shoulder to arch my spine. Another group walks past the opening, and the one in the back glances in our direction. His eyes flare before they disappear past the stone walls.