82. Chapter Eighty-One
Chapter Eighty-One
Trick
Do I want to be here? The question is ridiculous. Of course, I want to be here. Still, it’s kinda hard to answer when my teeth are sharp and my body’s shaking and I just came all over Scarlett’s back after I bit my own hand to try and get rid of the urge to mark her.
I can still taste blood on my tongue, and I still want nothing more than to sink my fangs into her pristine throat, to mark her as mine for the world to see.
She’s still waiting for an answer.
Her gaze is turning sad.
I close my eyes, because maybe if I can turn down the intensity just a little, then I can find the words to tell her I want to stay. A few seconds pass, and I’m still completely overstimulated.
“He’s not used to any of this,” Kian murmurs quietly. “Give him a minute.”
It should be embarrassing, but I’m thankful I have someone who knows me so well in the room with us. Kian and I might argue sometimes, but we have each other’s backs when it matters.
Scarlett doesn’t let go of my hair. She’s still got her arm against my body.
“Take as long as you need, Trick,” she tells me, her tone soft and encouraging. “I’ll be right here.”
Her calm reassurance takes some of the tension out of my body.
The fingers she has in my hair start to massage the back of my head.
Something about the way she’s touching me helps me to relax.
I open my eyes, finally, and I take a tentative breath.
“I think I can explain, now,” I start, clearing my throat. “I don’t think I’m safe to be around.”
Her fingers stop massaging my head, hand going still.
She frowns up at me. “What? Why would you say that?”
“I … I’m not used to having these urges. I don’t know how to control them.”
Okay, now it’s kinda embarrassing.
She smiles warmly. “You don’t need to control yourself around me. We’re all here to do the opposite of that. In case you didn’t notice.”
Clearly, she’s talking about sex.
It’s not like this is completely unrelated, but it’s a little more complicated than that.
“He bit himself to avoid marking you,” Kian says, touching my hand.
It’s still bleeding. I didn’t think about licking it to stop that afterwards.
“Oh,” she murmurs, gaze dropping to look at it.
It’s like Kian insisted. We should wait for the heat of the moment to pass to make any marking and claiming decisions. I didn’t want to, but it looks like he was right.
Now that Scarlett’s not caught up in pleasure, she’s not immediately ready to say yes to us.
I don’t know how to make my urges slow down and wait for her to catch up.
“I think maybe I should go back out to the tent.”
“Don’t be a dumbass,” Kian protests. “You controlled yourself. You bit your own hand, didn’t you?”
“Didn’t that hurt?” Scarlett asks, letting go of the hair at the back of my head and moving back to look at my hand. She holds my hand in hers, fingers stroking around the puncture marks.
“Not really,” I murmur, enjoying the feel of her touch.
“It was kinda hot that you held me tighter when I was coming. It felt good.”
She raises my hand before she leans in and kisses the wounds.
“It … It did?” It’s hard to keep the shock out of my voice.
It felt wrong to be that out of control, so desperate to mark her that I had to bite myself to sate that urge, but Scarlett actually liked that it made my touch firmer?
I don’t know how to reconcile that response with how I’m feeling.
“You have a lighter touch usually, so yeah, it was a surprise, in a good way.”
Her gaze is still warm when she locks eyes with mine.
Clearly, she wants me to stay.
“Uh …” I start, lost for words.
She lets go of my hand and gets down on her knees in front of me.
“Is this okay?” she asks softly, as she tugs my boxers down an inch.
“It’s not even his birthday,” Kian murmurs behind her.
Her lips twitch at his complaint.
“This is a birthday thing?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
I’m less shaky than I was before I came, at least.
She tilts her head, clearly thinking about it before she laughs and shakes her head.
“It can be, if you want it to be, but I’m not gonna only give head on birthdays.”
She tugs the boxers down a little more and I let out a soft moan as my dick springs back to life under the damp material. Leaning forward, she runs her tongue over the outline of my length.
“Holy hell,” I whisper. “Do whatever you want to do to me.”
She’s grinning as she moves back, pushing my boxers down to my ankles.
When her head moves back to my groin, the sensation of her tongue on my bare skin completely removes the air from my lungs. My cock throbs as she slowly gets it wetter, and wetter. By the time she moves to the head, I know I’m close to losing it all over again.
She holds me in one hand while she flicks her tongue over the tip of my dick.
I put my hands over my face because I can’t handle looking at her while she’s licking me.
It’s too arousing, and I’m at my limit for arousal.
“You have to stop,” I groan.
She stops instantly.
I take in a breath.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks.
“Nah,” Kian says, pulling me back from the edge with his amused tone. “He’s enjoying it too much. That’s all.”
“Too much?” she asks.
I can feel my face burning under my hands.
This is not a normal reaction to a blow job.
Sighing, I let my hands drop to my sides.
“It felt too good,” I admit, finally.
“Oh,” she murmurs. “So, you think if I finish, you might be tapped out?”
Kian laughs. “I seriously doubt it.”
“I’m not used to any of this, but I was about to finish, and I didn’t want to take you by surprise.”
She smiles up at me, her hand squeezing my shaft. “Oh. Well, that’s okay. I like surprises.”
A second later, she deep throats my cock and steals my breath all over again.
I clench my fists at my sides, trying to last and enjoy the feeling.