18. Chapter Eighteen
~Leo~
Just like seeing other people naked didn’t affect me, having them look at me didn’t usually matter to me either. Maybe it was a silver lining to the lack of sexual attraction I felt towards anyone else that what they thought of me couldn’t have mattered less.
I could immediately tell that it would be different with Kalo.
Already, I’d proven myself to be incapable of remaining neutral when confronted with his beauty in his natural state, and now, when his eyes dropped to the clothes I hadn’t bothered to change out of before crawling into bed with him, my skin prickled beneath his gaze and my heart began to drum faster in my chest.
Should I take my clothes off? Did he want to help? Was there a usual order in which the various garments came off?
Border incursions and emergency evacuations, I could manage without blinking, but this… this had no protocol. Where were the rules I could follow?
Kalo’s warm palm pressed against my chest, right above my pounding heart. “Relax, Leo.”
He seemed to have no idea that saying my name that way, in his soft, lightly-accented voice, had the exact opposite effect of relaxing me. My body responded immediately, to his nearness, the weight of his touch through my shirt, and most of all, to hearing him say my name.
“I just… I’ve never…”
No matter how I tried to phrase the explanation in my head, it sounded wrong, but Kalo only chuckled. “I know. You already told me, remember?”
Warm amber eyes studied me for a long moment before his lips curved into another playful smile.
“Would it help if I tell you what I want you to do?”
“So fucking much,” I breathed, and the corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement.
“In that case: stand up, take your clothes off, and lie back down.”
Nothing sweet or tender in his instructions, but I didn’t care. At least there were orders I could follow.
My heartbeat sped up even more as I stood and pulled my standard black long-sleeved t-shirt over my head.
One sleeve was still damp from when I’d reached into the bathtub, and that memory sent another rush of blood to my cock.
It had been getting harder ever since Kalo first touched my face, and when I reached down to undo my zipper, I almost groaned at the friction.
Kalo sat up on the bed, still shirtless after his bath, and his eyes fixed on my hands as I steeled myself and lowered my remaining clothing to the floor. After stepping out of my pants and underwear, I quickly folded them and my shirt, placing everything into a neat pile next to the bed.
That only left one part of Kalo’s instruction remaining, and I sucked in a slow breath before lowering myself back onto the bed next to him, flat on my back as I stared up at the ceiling.
My skin felt like it was on fire, every inch of me exposed and raw for him.
If I looked over at the man beside me, I might actually combust.
Once again, Kalo seemed to understand how I felt, though he didn’t ask or address it directly.
“Close your eyes,” he suggested instead, and I immediately obeyed, snapping my eyes shut.
The darkness helped, removing some of the sensory overload, and my heart rate slowly began to ease.
Not for long, though. A few moments later, something soft brushed against my stomach, and I almost jumped out of my skin. My fists clenched and my eyes popped back open, looking down just in time to see Kalo lift his head.
Had he kissed me?
“Close your eyes,” he repeated, a little more forcefully than before. “Don’t look. Don’t think. Just feel it.”
Don’t think? That was much easier said than done, but with new rules to follow, I did my best to obey. My head lowered again and my eyes drifted closed as the soft sensation I could now identify as the press of his lips returned to my abdomen.
“Werewolves have excellent metabolism,” Kalo said lightly, his lips trailing lower at the end of the sentence. “You’re all in incredible shape.”
Return the compliment, Silo encouraged.
What compliment? He’s stating a fact about werewolves in general.
My wolf snorted. Trust me: say something nice about his body. I assume you like it?
Of course I liked it. That should have been obvious after I jerked him off in the bathtub, but I had to concede that my wolf often picked up on things I didn’t. If he felt like Kalo wanted to hear it, I would oblige.
“You’re in great shape even though you don’t have werewolf genes. It must be harder for you.”
For fuck’s sake, Silo growled, and in the darkness, Kalo laughed. “Growing up with primitive technology meant more manual labour. I’m glad there was some benefit.”
Once again, his lips connected with my skin, that time on my hip, and the sparks that flickered there shot straight to my dick, making it jump in anticipation.
Kalo’s chuckle only added to the burning need growing inside me. “Should I stop teasing you?”
“No,” I muttered before second-guessing myself. “I mean, yes? Don’t stop, but…”
His next kiss landed directly on my shaft, bringing another cascade of sparks with it, and my toes curled. Actually fucking curled. I couldn’t remember them ever doing that before.
I didn’t have time to examine the movement too closely, though, not when the soft press of his lips turned harder, his mouth sliding along the underside of my cock, and his warm, wet tongue flicking against my skin.
Sweet fucking goddess.
There was nothing I could compare the sensation to, no frame of reference for the rush of desire and pleasure and sparks and need that flooded my brain and body in unison.
For a moment, I couldn’t be certain I was even still in my body.
It didn’t feel like mine anymore, and in a way, that made sense.
At that moment, it belonged completely to him.
I couldn’t guess how long it took me to gain some control back over my senses, but eventually, I managed to crack my eyelids open and take a glance further down the bed.
Bad idea. The sight of Kalo’s head between my legs, his white hair contrasting beautifully with his brown skin and pink tongue, immediately sent me back into overload.
My eyes squeezed shut again as I pressed the back of my head down into the pillow, my hands grasping at nothing while he continued to expertly work his mouth along my cock until I was harder than I’d ever been in my life.
Sparks travelled up my body, tingling along my chest all the way to the tips of my ears, and down to my toes. Silo howled in approval in my head as light exploded behind my still-closed eyelids and more pleasure than I’d ever imagined washed over my body like a cresting wave.
Further down the bed, Kalo chuckled once again. “Well, that’s flattering. I didn’t even get a chance to truly get to work.”
Vaguely, through my bliss, I wondered if I should be embarrassed about coming that fast, but I truly didn’t see why. As he said, it reflected what he’d done to me.
Besides, even if I wanted to say something in response, I couldn’t. My bodily control had once again abandoned me.
Kalo’s fingers trailed gently across my thighs, creating new sparks that almost immediately had my cock twitching again.
“Oh.” His startled exclamation turned into another gentle laugh. “I’d heard that a werewolf’s recovery time was good, but I didn’t realize it was this good. Maybe I can still…”
Whatever he’d been about to suggest was drowned out by the mind-link echoing in my head as the world rushed back in.
Leo? Are you awake?
I’d never ignored a summons from my Alpha, and I couldn’t start now, no matter how much I might want to.
I am. What do you need?