Chapter 2 #3
He lets out a high whine, pre-cum gushing from his pink cock and I bite my lip to keep the growl from leaving my mouth. I fuck him slowly, the lube squelching each time I push the handle in.
His head thrashes against his pillow, legs scissoring and a whine escaping his lips with each heave of his chest. And yet he doesn’t wake up.
I fuck him faster, unable to tear my gaze away from his hole as it grips the item. My other hand grips my dick, stroking in time to my thrusts.
Fuck, it feels good. Not as good as it would feel if squeezed by his ass, but still so good. Pleasure licks against my balls, drawing them tight to my body, and I can feel my knot forming.
With a long moan, Seth’s body stiffens and I watch in rapt fascination as his dick swells and cum spurts in thick ribbons to soak into the blanket. I fuck him through his orgasm, leaning down to rest my tongue against his cockhead so I can taste his saltiness as it erupts.
Tugging the grip strengtheners from his ass, I straddle his legs and stroke myself furiously. My knot swells at the base of my dick as I stare down at Seth’s gaping hole, and it only takes a few more pumps for my orgasm to crash into me.
I bite down on my lips to keep from screaming my release as I paint his dick and balls with my seed. I stare at him, my cum sliding down his smooth skin as I catch my breath.
Something in my chest clenches, some long-buried instinct rising to the surface of my being that proclaims this man as mine. It’s ludicrous. Insane. A sick obsession that I should never have indulged in.
But I’m hooked now. Whatever this is has its claws in me, and neither I nor my wolf is capable of breaking its hold.
Seth groans and stretches, his eyelids fluttering and I realize I have only seconds to get my ass out of here. I stuff myself back into my pants, not caring that my knot is only half deflated, and all but launch myself off the bed and out of his bedroom.
My wolf growls, reacting to the adrenaline and making my heart rate spike. I get out of the apartment as silently as I can and relock the door with the key.
I pad down the hallway, not bothering to put on my shoes until I reach the ground floor lobby. On the last step, I sit down and run a hand over my head.
What the fuck was that all about? I am by no means a law-abiding citizen. I’ve tortured and killed my fair share of people, but what I just did in that room was a first for me.
“Why do you look like you just got thoroughly fucked and are regretting it?”
I tense, slowly turning my head to peer at the man who spoke to me. Zeke looks back at me with a bored expression, a stack of mail in his hands.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growl, getting to my feet as Zeke heads over to me.
We bump our forearms together in greeting before he raises his hand with the mail in it.
Zeke is a part of my crew, and one of the most private of my men, but until now I thought I at least knew where he lived.
He regards me with dark eyes, his expression blank. His dark green hair is shaggy, like he's been running his hands through it, and only just manages to hide what look suspiciously like small horns tracking down the middle of his skull.
“I live here. So, which apartment resident did you just come from? And don’t lie, you reek of sex that even a human couldn’t miss it,”
My mouth drops open at his very blunt statement. If anyone else had said those words to me, I would have ripped their throat out for the disrespect. He raises one black eyebrow, though his face remains expressionless.
But his face is always expressionless. The one and only time I’ve seen him show emotion, a lot of people ended up dead. Being a sociopath works for him, but it’s odd for him to ask about personal matters.
“Why do you care?” I cross my arms and give him a cold look. Usually, such a look from the Black Wolf is enough to make most people piss themselves, but all Zeke does is lean against the wall and open his mail.
“I don’t, per se,” he replies nonchalantly as he balls up one of the letters and tosses it into the overflowing trash can by the mailboxes. “Just curious, is all. Does your fling happen to live on the third floor?”
I tilt my head at the very specific question. “No, but now I’m wondering who’s on the third floor you’re worried I was screwing.”
“Just a personal project I’m working on.” He hums at one letter before folding it and putting it into his back pocket.
“And will this personal project end up in pieces? Or consumed, by chance?”
Zeke freezes, gaze pinging to me as his eyes flare a bright orange. “No.”
The singular word is let out with a growl low enough that I can feel it in my chest. Power thrums across my skin, and my wolf takes notice. It takes far more willpower than it should to keep myself from confronting the sudden threat standing only a few feet from me.
Zeke lets out a shuddering breath, closing his eyes as he gets control of himself. His power pulls back, and I relax, uncurling my fingers as my wolf stands down. As powerful as I know I am, I’m wondering if I’m even close to strong enough to take Zeke on in a one-on-one fight.
I’ve always known Zeke isn’t human, but I don’t know exactly what he is. He keeps that knowledge close to the chest. I don’t even think Lirael knows what he is, and that’s highly unusual. Lirael doesn’t let anyone into his crew unless he knows as much as he can about the individual.
He opens his eyes, his grayish skin darkening along his cheeks in a flush that brings out the subtle brown undertones of his skin. “I did not intend for that to happen,” he says morosely as he clears his throat.
“Don’t make a habit of it.” I turn my back on him and leave the apartment, even though my wolf snarls at leaving myself vulnerable like that.
I need to put distance between myself and this place before I drive myself crazy with lust or get myself ripped to pieces by Zeke.