54. Chapter Fifty-Four #2
'Off,' I tell him through the bond. It's a handy trick for moments like these when speaking aloud isn't possible.
I cross to the couch and sink onto the soft, worn cushions, spreading my thighs.
Blaze looks at the space between my knees, then back at my face.
I raise an eyebrow.
A second later, one of the most dangerous Alphas alive is kneeling at my feet with his hands resting on his thighs, waiting for permission.
I have to steady my breathing when I see him kneeling at my feet, holding all that strength under control and submitting to me.
I reach down and stroke my thumb over his cheek. Blaze leans into the touch with a low, needy sound that goes straight through my chest and settles there.
'My good boy,' I tell him softly. 'You came home wild, didn’t you?'
His mouth tightens. Hot and ugly shame flickers through the bond, but I catch his chin before he can look away.
'No hiding from me.'
His eyes lift back to mine.
'I’m trying,' he says with strain in his tone.
'I know.' I soften my grip, but I don’t let go. 'That’s why I’m here.'
His lashes lower. Another pulse rolls through the bond, less frantic this time.
I keep hold of his chin, maintaining eye contact, and keep my voice even. 'You are going to let me take care of you. You are going to listen and give me every dangerous piece until I decide you’re steady enough to carry them again.'
'And if I can’t?'
'Then I'll keep carrying them until you can.'
He stares at me, and I hold his gaze. I'm not afraid of him, and I'm not humoring him. Neither am I doing this because it makes me aroused, although it does, and he knows it does.
I am choosing to love him.
All of him.
Even when he's like this.
Especially when he's like this.
I release his chin, and the fight drains from his shoulders in one heavy rush. He bows his head until his forehead rests against my thigh.
'Good.' I thread my fingers into his hair. 'That’s exactly where I want you.'
His hands curl against his thighs.
'Can I have your cock again?' he asks. 'Please?'
I bend and press a kiss to the top of his head. I can hear the desperate need to be tethered to something, someone, still lingering in his voice. 'You can. But nothing more until I say.'
'Yes, Daddy.'
I guide one of his hands to my hip and keep mine over it, pinning him there with touch instead of strength. His fingers flex once, then settle.
Then I grip the base of my cock and angle it toward his lips, offering it to him.
He licks his lips, eyes darting from my cock to my eyes, questioning.
'Go on.'
His lips part over the head, tongue flicking out to dip into the slit, hunting for the wetness still leaking there. I'm getting worked up, my body temperature skyrocketing as my breathing comes faster. I push my shirt up so I can see better, and Blaze moans at the sight of my sweat-glistening abs.
It rumbles in his throat and vibrates the sensitive head between his lips. His tongue plays with the silver piercing through my frenulum.
I remember the night he held me down and pierced my cock. I still can't find it in me to be angry at him for doing it, especially because he's dedicated some serious effort to showing me just how much he likes it. Halley seems rather enamored, too.
He sucks lightly on the silver bar, pulling it in pulses until my head feels a bit dizzy.
'Rut-damn, baby boy. You're making Daddy feel so good.'
Those are, apparently, the correct words, because his lips part wider and he slides further down my shaft, taking me deep until my cock reaches his soft palate.
"Fuck!" I gasp aloud into the stillness of the room, then bite my lower lip to stop any further sounds from escaping.
Mischief lights up Blaze’s eyes, and I realize my mistake a second too late. I’ve made staying quiet a rule, and Blaze loves rules best when he can test exactly how far he can push them until they break.
It's now his personal mission to make me scream.
He sets an erratic rhythm, one moment suckling lightly on the piercing, the next, taking me down his throat without gagging, then back to little kitten licks up and down the shaft.
I drag my fingers through his hair, rubbing my thumb over the silver streak at his temple.
War made it easy to forget how handsome this Alpha is. I never stopped noticing him, but Blaze spent so long committing war atrocities that I was usually too busy keeping us alive to appreciate how handsome he looked doing it.
Tonight, kneeling between my thighs with his eyes lifted to mine, he looks younger than the reputation he’s built.
He's still highly dangerous and half-feral most of the time, but these days, I catch myself staring at him the same way I stare at Halley.
With want, yes, but also with affection so deep it startles me.
Somewhere between the war, meeting Halley, and learning how to care for each other, these moments stopped being a mutual sexual release and became a relationship. It doesn’t compete with what I feel for Halley. Instead, it fits beside it, amplifying the love within our Pack.
It's a different relationship to the one I have with Viper and Knox. While I love my Pack mates, I'm in love with Blaze and Halley.
Blaze makes a low sound and leans closer, desperate to get as much of me inside him at once.
I curl my fingers gently in his hair and guide him back.
He comes off my cock with a pop. He blinks up at me, confused why I've stopped him, but looking at me for my next order.
'Take my trousers off.'
Blaze blinks up at me again, still a little dazed, but follows my orders without question. I lift my hips, and he works the fabric down until I'm sitting there with my lower half naked and my shirt rucked up to my chin.
I lean across the couch and open the side table drawer, searching by touch until my fingers close around what I need. When I settle back against the cushions, Blaze’s gaze drops to my hand, and he frowns before looking back at my face.
A question passes through the bond. There aren't any words, only a rush of apprehension and confusion.
I answer it before he can ask.
'Show me your hand.'
He presents his left hand immediately, palm up, fingers spread.
'My good boy.'