Chapter 15 #3
His lips part, and yeah, I could absolutely ruin him right here if I wanted to. Instead I stand first, nodding toward the staff on my way past like everything in the Black Chapel already belongs to me anyway.
"Come on."
I offer him my hand. Rowan hesitates only long enough to make me smile before taking it. I keep one hand settled low against Rowan's back and guide him through the Black Chapel, my fingers warm against the fabric of his shirt while we move through the crowd.
Near the bar, Damaris looks up when he sees us, already pushing away from the booth like he's about to come rescue Rowan from me.
Lucan stops him with a hand against his chest. "Relax. I'll get you home."
"Dama—"
"I'm fine," Damaris rushes out, though his eyes narrow hard at me before flicking downward, and the way Rowan avoids looking at anyone tells me exactly what caught his attention.
Apparently little mouse is still hard, and fuck, the sight of him flushed and trying to hide it only makes me want to drag him closer and make him fall apart properly this time.
I guide him toward the exit before he can force himself into an awkward conversation like this.
Cold night air hits us the second we step outside.
Rowan barely makes it two steps before I catch his wrist and turn him back against the wall beside the alley, pulling a startled breath from him.
"Now," I murmur, stepping back into his space. "Where were we?"
Rowan glares at me. "With you being an asshole."
"Sounds about right." Bracing one hand beside his head, I let the other slide down between us, straight to the hard outline trapped beneath his trousers.
Rowan shivers against the wall, dragging a hand back through his hair.
Kneading his erection through the fabric, I lean in and skid my teeth against his earlobe. "Want me to finish this for you?"
"N-no." Rowan shakes his head too fast, pulse hammering beneath the flashing red light of his medical band while my hand stays wrapped around his cock through the fabric. "You've had your date. Now, don't touch me like that anymore."
"Oh yeah?" I brace both hands against the wall on either side of him until he's trapped between my arms and the cold stone, and drag my nose through his hair. "You're saying you don't want this?"
Rowan's breath catches hard enough that I feel it against my mouth.
I drag my lips along the side of his throat instead, tasting salt and cold air while his entire body shudders beneath me. "Or this?"
A wrecked sound escapes him, and fuck me, it does something dangerous to my self-control. I work my way upward, mouth brushing the corner of his lips before catching his lower lip gently between my teeth.
Rowan pants against my mouth, fingers twisting in the front of my jacket now.
"And this?"
I kiss him again, slower this time, my mouth moving against his beneath the neon lights. I taste the sharp burn of liquor still lingering on his tongue when I lick deeper into his mouth, and the soft sound he moans against my lips almost fucking destroys me.
My hand tightens lightly at his waist while I suck at his lower lip before kissing him deeper again. Rowan's knees threaten to give out as his body presses harder into mine like he can't stop himself anymore.
I could go on like this forever. And ever. And fucking ever.
When I finally pull back, I drag my hand over the hard dick trapped beneath his trousers, giving him one last stroke before brushing my thumb against his length. "Next time you ache like this, little mouse, you come ask for it properly."
Rowan drags in a shaky breath, fingers still twisted tightly in the front of my jacket while he tries to glare at me through half-closed lids. "You're unbelievable."
I brush my nose against his before finally stepping back. "You should get used to this, little mouse. I don't think I'm done with you."
"F-fuck off," he snarls, but his voice is trembling.
I chuckle, stepping back toward the bike, grabbing my helmet and tossing the second one toward Rowan.
"Oh, I will, Rowan. Nice and slow too. Until you stop looking at me like you're waiting for permission to fall apart.
But we're not in a hurry, are we? After all, we've only just had our first date tonight. "
Rowan barely catches the helmet. "You're an asshole. I shouldn't go back with you. Damaris is—"
"Occupied. He's probably already halfway into my cousin's lap by now."
Rowan's eyes widen. "Ciaran—"
I smirk and swing one leg back over the bike. "Just kidding, mouse. Lucan knows better than to touch what isn't his."
I glance up as Rowan pulls on the helmet. It hides half his face, but somehow he still looks just as wrecked as he did a minute ago.
"Come on, baby. Hop on. Let's get you to bed."
Rowan mutters something that sounds suspiciously like asshole before climbing onto the bike behind me.
Good boy. Did I expect him to fight me, despite his hard-on and his swollen lips and that delectable fucking blush on his cheeks? Fuck yeah, I did. But the second the engine starts, his arms slide back around my waist automatically.
I pull us back onto the empty streets, and I can't seem to wipe off this stupid grin. Now that's what I call a successful first date.