Page 201 of The ARC Unit: Breach

His fingers closed around my chin and guided me the rest of the way until I was looking directly into his eyes again.

“Good.”

His thumb brushed once over the burn he had left behind as his eyes settled on mine.

“Now put your tongue out.”

He moved his thumb and pressed it against my bottom lip, dragging it down until my tongue was already part of the way out. The saliva that had pooled beneath only moments earlier began to cool against the air of the office.

“Wider.”

I opened my mouth another inch, letting my tongue flatten over my lower teeth while my eyes stayed locked on the sliver of brown visible through the mask.

Wolf watched me for a beat, then two, as if deciding whether I had earned what he was about to give me. His thumb traced the seam of my lip again before he released my face and reached for his pants.

The buckle of his tactical belt gave a soft knock as he loosened it, followed by the click of his button in the quiet office. I heard the scrape of the zipper teeth parting, then the rustle of fabric as Wolf pushed his pants down just far enough to free himself.

His cock bounced out heavy against the dark material of his shirt.

My breath shallowed without my permission.

He was thick enough that my fingers would not have met around the shaft if I had been allowed to use them. The length rose from trimmed dark hair, flushed at the tip, the skin pulled tight over the veined underside. A bead of fluid already slicked the slit. Every part of him smelled like salt and heated skin and the faint cigarette smoke I had come to recognize.

“Look at you right now, Mercer.” His voice dropped an octave. “Mouth open before I even told you to lean in.”

I made a sound that was not a word as Wolf’s hand found my nape again, fingers threading through the loose strands of my hair and closing into a fist.

“All that fucking attitude. All that fighting about not following orders. And here you are on your knees with your tongue out like you’ve been waiting for it.”

He tugged my hair hard enough to arch my neck.

“Now put that smart fucking mouth on my cock.”

He pulled me forward. The swollen head pushed past my lips before I could adjust, the taste of him spreading salt and musk across my tongue. I breathed through my nose and let my jaw drop wider, feeling the stretch at the corners of my mouth as another inch slid in.

“Fuck. There it is.”

His hips stayed still while he held me in place, letting me work the first part of him with my tongue and lips. I circled the crown, pressed the flat of my tongue against the leaking slit, then dipped into the ridge beneath the head. The skin there was soft and warm.

Wolf’s fingers flexed against my scalp.

“Good girl. Take what you want first.”

The praise settled low in my stomach. I shifted on my knees, the concrete grinding against the bones through my cargo pants. My bound wrists pulled my shoulders back and pushed my chest forward, a position he had put me in on purpose and one I could not change even if I wanted to.

I sucked harder.

The next few minutes stretched into a rhythm of heat and pressure. I took him as deep as I could, then pulled back to release him with a wet gasp before stroking the underside with my tongue. My lips stretched around his thickness until the corners of my mouth ached. Saliva gathered and began to spill over my chin, dripping down onto the front of my shirt.

“Eyes up.”

I lifted my eyes. Wolf’s masked face loomed above me, his chest rising and falling. The anger was still there at the edges, but it had burned down into something hungrier.

“You like my cock in your mouth?”

I nodded as best I could around him.

“Words.”