Chapter 38
Sutton
My head’s still swimming when I wake up and stumble to the bathroom across the corridor.
I’m obviously not sobered up yet, because I don’t hear the shower running before I go in and take a piss.
“Did no one ever teach you to knock?” Zayd steps out of the shower as I finish washing my hands, droplets of water beading on the short nap of fur that covers his body except over his swirling birthmarks and his ridged cock.
“I am joking, Sutton.” Zayd plants a playful fist on my arm, but I’m too distracted by the majesty of his form to react.
Maybe it’s the booze, or maybe I’m just sick of denying myself any longer. Whatever the reason, I damn the consequences, palm the back of Zayd’s head, and pull him down to kiss him full on the mouth.
He’s stiff at first, and I think about pulling away, but after a little more than a second, he relaxes into it, cups my face in his hands, and kisses me back.
His tongue is strong and agile. I can see why Layla comes so easily on it. I don’t know how he manages not to pierce me with his fangs, but no matter what I do, they are never a threat.
It’s not long before I think that I could trust his tongue and fangs around another part of me.
First…
I turn my back to the shower stall, never breaking the kiss, and I step back and turn on the water. Steam easily fills the air since the heat from Zayd’s shower had yet to dissipate.
When our heads move under the stream, I let our lips part.
Zayd reaches down and tears my briefs from my hips. We both stand there rock-hard and soaking wet.
Without a word, Zayd pumps soap into the palm of his hand and rubs his hands together.
My eyes close when he spreads the lather in my hair and scrubs my scalp with his claws. If nothing else, this is the best shampoo I’ve ever had. I don’t hesitate to moan my approval.
Yet, still we don’t speak a word after he rinses the suds out of my hair and moves his hands down my arms and over my chest to wash my body.
Once he’s finished with my chest, his hands slide down my stomach.
As his hand wraps around my shaft, he steps forward, forcing my back against the shower wall, slamming his other hand on the wall beside my head as he covers my mouth with his again.
His hand moves along my shaft at a much rougher pace than the first time. Which tells me he’s not doing this for me. This is what he wants.
It’s not been like Zayd to assert dominance over me. He has always been the one taking orders, not giving them.
To my surprise and pleasure, I don’t mind. We can share the authority. Over Layla and each other. That’s fine by me.
Wanting to show him my approval and compliance, I run my hand down his side before reaching between us and taking his shaft in my hand.
Zayd growls, sending the vibration down my throat and into my chest. Then, that vibration buzzes in my hand, and I almost lose my grip on him.
Our mouths come apart when Zayd smiles wickedly. He doesn’t give me a chance to wonder what it means before he grips my shoulders, spins me around, and pins me to the wall with his chest against my back and his cock wedged and vibrating the crack of my ass.
“I should knot you, human. Knot you and bite you. Make you mine.” Zayd growls and thrusts his hips to slide his cock between my cheeks.
Fuck. What if he’s right? What if this is how it works? I don’t know if I’m ready for this.
I sure as shit like fooling around with Zayd but letting him fuck me. Knot me? That’s gonna hurt like hell. Isn’t it?
It could feel good. Layla and I messed around with ass play. Nothing crazy, but I definitely liked it.
“Take my knot, human. I will go slow.” Zayd must sense my hesitation, because while he’s still assertive, he softens his tone.
“Slow,” I say on a shaky breath.
The second I agree, I remember we don’t have Layla’s slick for lube.
I learn, the second the tip of his cock finds my back hole, we don’t need it. Zayd has made plenty of his own.
“Just the tip, human,” Zayd whispers as he pushes against my puckered hole, breaching the entrance, exciting the sensitive ring of nerves, and making me gasp.
“You are doing great, human. So tight. Try to relax.” Zayd’s tone has changed completely. Less domineering. More curious.
That’s when I remember, neither of us has ever done this before. Been with another male. We’ve both just been flying on lust and instinct.
“I’m trying. You’re so fucking big.” But he does feel good.
When he pulls out a little, it gives me a chance to breathe.
Zayd reads my body and pushes back in again, a little further this time.
We do this dance until Zayd’s hips meet my ass.
“How does it feel, human?” Zayd asks, keeping his hips still.
“Good. Fuck me, it feels really fucking good.”
Zayd reaches around and grips my hard as fuck cock. I swear it has never been this hard. The tight wound ball in my belly tells me I’m about to come, but it also feels impossible.
When Zayd pumps his fist down my cock, he stops at the base.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask.
“We need to stop.”
Trying not to move too much, still getting used to him inside of me, I reach down and replace his hand on my cock.
When I grip the base, it’s almost double the size of my shaft. “My knot!” And that’s not all. I feel my upper lip stretch and my gums tingle. When I run my tongue over my top teeth, I find my fangs protruding from my gums. I turn my head to show Zayd.
“We need to stop,” Zayd growls again.
“Why? It’s going so good.” I grind back against him, making him groan, pressing his lips on my neck.
His breath hot on my skin, he insists, “You told me to trust my instincts. Now, I need you to trust me.”
I think I’ve made my trust in Zayd pretty damn clear. Between the time he’s spent with Layla and now this? I assure him, “I trust you.”
“You need to knot our omega.”