Chapter 21 FINN
FINN
An hour later, a beautiful aromatic plate of yellow curry and rice slid in front of me at the table.
The juiciness of the meat mixed with the spices made my mouth water and my dick hard as I took in one of Aeron’s masterpieces.
The other three in my head were too chicken to even try it, to indulge in our lover’s cravings but not me.
After all, I basically had Hannibal as a boyfriend—why would I not at least give his true delicacies a go?
Savory juices bled into the rice beside it, carrots and potatoes popping up beneath the sauce.
“Are you going-”
I scowled at him to shut up as I settled a little farther into my seat, picking up the spoon to slide into the deliciousness before me.
“I’m admiring the masterpiece. Don’t disrespect the moment.
” Shoveling the spoon into my face, I let out a little moan, eyes rolling into the back of my head as I sucked on the metal, pleasure rushing through my veins.
Taking another spoonful, my body relaxed further as the meat melted on my tongue reminding me just how perfect the cannibal sitting next to me truly was.
This was the kind of devotion I wanted to see.
Heat pumped through me filling my dick as my thoughts trailed elsewhere.
My eyes shot open to follow the idea, landing on Aeron sitting beside me in a state of shock and lust that I couldn’t possibly deny.
I didn’t fucking care that we were supposed to be eating or that I had just swallowed human meat.
The only thing I wanted was Aeron. Right now.
Yesterday. Tomorrow. And every day after that.
I dragged Aeron’s chair out, straddling his lap all in one move, fucking his mouth with my tongue and moaning again as juices filled my mouth.
Would Aeron give in to me or had this entire past hour just been a fluke of emotions?
Without the other three alters to interrupt our moment, I decided to push, grinding my hips against Aeron’s.
He submitted to my advances, giving me what I wanted as his arms wrapped around my back and pulled me closer.
When a breathy moan vibrated in his throat, I knew I needed more. So. Much. More.
My fingers grabbed at his shirt, ripping it down the middle without regard to anything other than the access I needed.
Aeron yelped at the motion, grabbing my wrists to halt my movement but I wasn’t having that either.
Ripping myself from him, my fingers dove into the curry on his plate—my cannibal’s eyes wide with shock—and then I slathered it on the man’s chest.
He drew shallow breaths as he stared at me, mouth gaping in a mixture of concern and lust, his cock thickening between us at the inevitable game I had planned for him.
I stared at the delectable masterpiece in front of me, licking my lips before diving to taste my cannibal and everything that he was.
For a moment, I could feel him staring at me like I had lost my fucking mind, my tongue dragging down his chest and circling his left nipple before sucking on it to draw out one of the most delicious sounds I had ever heard.
And the next moment, his hands had found their way into my hair as he thrust his hips upward, chasing a release I wouldn’t give him.
Not yet.
Not like this.
I had plans.