Chapter Thirteen #2
My hand twitches as I think about how I could probably cut his tongue out. This is why I can’t deal with these people. This is why I’d rather do everything by myself.
“I thought we were supposed to be safe here,” someone in the back says.
“We would be if our boss wasn’t off frolicking with werewolves,” Steve mutters.
“Get out of my fucking casino,” I growl, and everyone immediately shuts up. They tuck their heads like they’re prepared to hand their throats over to me if I so much as asked. Hell, maybe I’ll make them do so. Maybe I’ll?—
“Nope, no, no,” Julian says as he sets a hand on me, and it’s like the anger building up inside me seeps out because of that touch. It’s creepy and weird how effective it is. Gently, he squeezes my arm. “Casimir, come on.”
The room is deathly silent, and when I look up at them, all I see are cowering parasites.
“Casimir,” Julian says, voice soft.
“Fuck,” I grumble before turning to deal with them.
“You can blame me for the deaths all you want. You can complain about how it’s my fault.
I don’t give a fuck. But I want to stop this from happening again.
It doesn’t matter if the next victim is human, werewolf, or vampire, we need to stop it.
Julian and I believe that the best way to do that is by working together.
We’re calling a meeting tomorrow with the weres and vampires, and we’re going to work together to figure out who this asshole is, where he lives, and who gets to tear his useless head from the rest of his body. Understood?”
There’s a lot of “yeses” and Ezio tosses in a “Yessiree!”
“Good. See you tomorrow,” I say as I storm toward the door.
There’s a light chuckle and I look over at Baldin. “I haven’t had this much fun in years.”
“Joy,” I say with a dash of sarcasm as I hurry Julian out of the room.
Julian waits until we’re a healthy distance away before he glances at me. “He really does look like an old man gargoyle.”
“I told you.”
“Do you have an office here?”
“No.”
“Is there like a conference room or something?”
“You want to see the conference room?” I’m not quite sure what he wants one for but maybe that’s his thing, so I head past security and take him upstairs to where the offices are. When I find a conference room, I push open the door and wave him inside.
“Is this a wolf thing I don’t know about?” I ask a moment before he grabs my shirt and yanks me inside with more force than I thought he’d have.
He shuts the door and slams me against it. “It’s a… that was fucking hot kind of thing,” he says as he presses into me.
Now that piques my interest. “Oh? I’m listening.”
“You don’t need your ears for this,” he says with a wink as he drops to his knees.
“Who knew this arrangement could be so fun.”
“You made them fucking quiver.” He unbuttons my pants and yanks them down before rubbing his lips against my cock hidden by my underwear.
“Should I be concerned you found that so sexy? And if you were enjoying it so much, why did you stop me? I could have made them drop to their knees and beg me.”
Julian mouths me as his rich blue eyes latch on to mine. “Because while my dick was going ‘I wanna get sucked by this sexy man,’ my brain was going ‘If you fuck them all up, none of them will help us.’”
“Your dick sounds significantly smarter.”
He grins as the tips of his fingers hook the edge of my underwear. “Let’s just say it’s not.” Julian works my underwear down, drawing it teasingly slowly over my cock that is loving the attention. “No wonder Genevieve wanted you in her harem,” he says as he eyes my erection.
Julian reaches up and playfully glides his fingers down my cock as his tongue runs a circle around the head.
“You want me to suck you?” he asks.
“I do.”
“Then you need to beg for it, sexy vampire.”
My eyebrow shoots up. “Beg? I don’t beg for sex.”
“You will from me,” he says, a grin on his handsome face as his lips bump against the tip. God, he’s so fucking sexy, and I really, really want him to suck me off. And instead, he’s going to make me beg for it? What nonsense is this?
“Tell me what you want,” he teases.
“I want you to suck me.”
“No… beg me,” he says as he reaches back and squeezes my balls gently, but also a bit… not. It’s like he knows I’m going to fucking give in and it feels so fucking good.
“Julian, please suck my cock.” Is that not enough begging? I never have to ask someone, let alone beg them! Who does he think I am and why am I so fucking enraptured by his touch?
He pushes my cock to his lips and sucks the tip, just a taste of it before pulling off. “You’ll need to work harder than that.”
I reach down and grab his chin as I push it up before stooping over until my lips are against his ear. “I want to see you touch yourself while your pretty lips are wrapped around my cock.”
“This sure isn’t begging,” Julian says as he turns his head and nips my lip.
Huh… I really thought that’d work.
“But I suppose I’ll take pity on you this once,” he teases as he shoves me back against the door and slides my cock into his mouth.
I moan as he sinks down on me while he pulls his own cock out, stroking his hard length.
He teases the tip of my cock before sinking down as his fingers caress the areas his mouth isn’t touching.
The doorknob is digging into my side but absolutely nothing can distract me from the pleasure coursing through me.
His hand drifts back and gently fondles my balls before he returns to my cock.
I glance down as I watch him stroke himself, hypnotized by what I see.
The way he touches me feels so fucking good.
He’s teasing and sucking and rubbing me until I can’t take much more and then he squeezes and releases the base in a steady rhythm before holding the pressure around my cock like he’s going to prohibit me from coming.
The pleasure is building up but he’s refusing my release, and it’s making my cock all the more sensitive in his warm mouth.
Julian moans as he comes, and the vibrations travel down my cock a moment before he releases his grip and I come in his mouth. He draws himself off my cock and I assume he’ll fall into my arms like all the others who have gotten wound up in the pleasure of it.
Instead, he smacks my ass, pulls his pants up as he stands up, and tosses me a wink. “Let’s go. I want some ice cream.”
I watch the strange creature leave the room and find myself chasing after him.