Kayden
"I want you to lick it," he commanded.
I didn’t blink as I stared at him. My heart was hamring hard against my ribs, fueled by the whiskey and his thick, suffocating pheromones.
I wrapped my tongue around his fingers, my eyes fixed on his as I licked the slickness slowly.
Rhys responded by moaning, and then he moved. His large hands slamd into the sides of my head to anchor and then he leaned in to kiss again. His mouth claid with a passion that made my vision white out.
The kiss was filthy, wet, and heavy with the taste of his desperation. Our tongues clashed in a fast tangle, sliding against each other slowly.
I let out a sharp, needy moan into his mouth, my fingers fisting into the thick curls at the back of his head. I pulled hard, my nails digging into his scalp, trying to ground myself as the world tilted around .
Rhys let out a loud, deep moan that vibrated through his body and I felt it in my own lungs. He sucked on my tongue, pulling it into his mouth with a possessive force that made my knees tremble against the cold marble of the island.
While our mouths were locked in a ssy kiss, his hand dropped and wrapped firmly around my cock. He didn’t just stroke , he fisted with a punishing, relentless rhythm. His thumb worked the head while his fingers squeezed the base with a dominant pressure.
"Fuck, Rhys..." I sobbed into the kiss, my head thumping against the cabinets as he sped up.
Rhys breathed like a wounded animal as he buried his nose against mine, his teeth grazing my lips every ti he shifted.
I arched myself on the counter and wrapped my legs around his waist, my pelvis grinding against him.
His hand didn’t leave my cock as he stroked harder, causing my legs to shake terribly under him.
I was falling apart and I could sll the scent of orchids through my skin. My real Oga scent was leaking out and when I had thought Rhys would notice, he didn’t because he was too far gone in his rut to care. He just kept pumping , his grip tightening around until I felt the pressure explode.
"Rhys!" I ca with a broken cry, my body jerking violently as I spilled across his hand and my own stomach. "Crazy ice..." I panted, my chest racking with gasps as the aftershocks rolled through .
Rhys didn’t give a second to catch my breath. He moved like a man possessed, his mouth leaving mine to trail a path of fire down my throat. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth grazing the skin right over my pulse point where every bonded usually mark their fated.
He moved to my chest, his tongue lashing against my skin until he found one of my nipples. He took it into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue teasing the peak.
I let out a sharp moan, my back arching off the marble counter as he switched to the other while his hands road my ribcage.
Then he dropped.
His head moved down, past my heaving stomach until he reached my inner thighs. He gripped my knees, shoving my legs wider than they had ever been until I was completely exposed to him. He didn’t look away, instead he leaned in, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of my thighs as he took a deep, shuddering breath.
"You sll so sweet," Rhys rasped, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning over as he inhaled again, looking almost confused. "Intoxicating. You don’t sll like an Alpha, Kayden, which is weird because you are one."
I shut my eyes tightly and then opened them to see him still sniffing , then his fingers reached out against the heat between my legs, and his eyes blew wide when they ca away wet. "You are dripping, Vale. It looks like you are covered in slick."
The word hit like a bucket of ice water. The haze of the alcohol in my system snapped, replaced by a cold, sharp spike of panic.
Slick. He had ntioned it and soon he was going to find out about .
I jerked upward imdiately, my heart hamring hard against my ribs that I thought they might break. I forced a dry, breathless chuckle leaning back on my elbows to look down at him with an arrogant and playful grin.
"Goodness, Rhys," I drawled though my voice was shaking. "This is just lube. I was... busy with myself in the back of the car on the way here because I was thinking about what happened two nights ago so I touched myself."
Rhys froze, his eyes widened in shock as his gaze lifted to mine with suspicious intensity. "In the car?" he repeated, his brow furrowing. "Why? I..."
I rolled my eyes reaching out to tangle my fingers in his hair pulling his face back toward my lap. I didn’t know what to say anymore, how I could defend it because the more questions he asked, the more he finds out about .
"Does the great Rhys Calder want to fuck , or does he want to ask questions all night?" I challenged, my voice dripping into a sultry, provocative edge that I know will turn him on. "Because you are the one in a rut, Ice Prince, and I am starting to get cold sitting on this marble."
Rhys let out a low, dangerous snarl at the taunt. The suspicion in his eyes didn’t vanish but the rut-fueled hunger won the war. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh with a possessive strength that told he was done talking.
"Fine," he growled against my skin, his eyes darkening again. "Now let finish what I started."
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