Page 104

He made a humming noise I knew meantnot yetas he swallowed me as far back in his throat as I could go, and I had to bite down in order to keep from crying out, the pleasure was so intense.

His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, and his finger pushed in deep, then crooked, hitting what felt like every single fucking nerve ending I had. I forced all the air out of my lungs as my whole body convulsed, my orgasm pulsing out of me and into the heat of his mouth and throat.

I was still panting as he licked me clean, his eyes flashing with heat and lust as he stood, wiping a hand across the back of his mouth.

Fuck.

His jeans were pulled what must have been painfully tight, and even though I hadn’t caught my breath, I couldn’t very well leave him like that.

With shaking hands, I reached out and undid the button of his jeans, then unzipped the fly, setting his thick, dusky cock free. My mouth watered, and I pulled his hips toward me so that I could slide him along my tongue. His hands clenched in my loose hair, too short still to tie back, fisting against my scalp.

I let him guide my head, my hands cupping his ass through his jeans as he fucked my mouth, my belly warm from the combination of pleasure at what Taavi was doing to me and the afterglow of my own orgasm.

I fucking loved the taste of him, the salty muskiness of his skin, the slight bitterness of precum as it slid over my tongue, the feel of his hands pulling on my hair, and the slickness of my own spit lubricating his thrusts.

If I hadn’t just come hard enough to see fucking stars, I’d have been achingly hard just at the feel of his cock in my mouth.

I knew he was close as the rhythm of his hips faltered, a gasp as he sucked in a sharp breath, and I pulled him tighter, letting my teeth scrape lightly—very lightly—across the underside of his cock as he thrust in, his hands pulling my head close as he came down my throat. I swallowed around him, tasting salt and cum at the back of my tongue, unable to help the soft groan I made at the feel and taste of him.

Taavi’s body loosened in my arms, and his fingers let go of my hair, smoothing over my scalp with gentle, tender fingers. I nuzzled against his stomach.

“I love you,” I told his skin.

“Y te amo, corazón,” he murmured back.

I tilted my head up so that I could see his face, and he smiled down at me, his mismatched eyes warm. He gently pulled my head back so he could bend and kiss me, and I could taste myself on his tongue, as I knew he could taste himself on mine.

I whimpered a little into the kiss, and felt him laugh.

“You think my kissing is funny?” I asked him, teasing.

The skin around his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at me. “One of the things I love most about you, Val, is how much you put into everything.”

I frowned up at him. “What do you mean?” I also had no idea what that had to do with kissing.

He bent and kissed me again, soft and tender, then straightened once more. “You don’t do anything partway.” His lips quirked in a smile. “Including kissing.”

Oh. I felt my ears flush.

He kissed my forehead, then stepped back and put himself back in his jeans. “You should go shower.” Another smirk. “Or you’re going to make me crazy all day because I’ll be able to smell myself on you.”

I pushed myself up off the bed, leaving my shirt where it was. My parents were probably downstairs, and it wasn’t like going topless was indecent. “And you can’t smellmeon you?”

“I’m sure I could if I could get my nose down there,” came the amused response. “But I wasn’t planning to shift today.”

I blinked, not quite sure how to handle that comment. Part of me thought that maybe it was good that he was joking about shifting, even if he was still uncomfortable doing it. And part of me was a little weirded out by the idea that he might shift into a dog and then sniff his own crotch and get turned on…

Nope. Stopping that line of thought right fucking now.

Not that Taavi didn’t know, because he was laughing as he pulled on his shirt, then grabbed one of my old cardigans. I could still hear the little bastard laughing to himself as he left the room. Grumbling something under my breath aboutgoddamn shifters, I grabbed a turtleneck, a pair of jeans, socks, and underwear and headed down the hall to shower. Part of me wanted tonotjust to spite him, but I can’t actually make myself do anything that would legitimately torment Taavi Camal.

* * *

We droveup Main Street through downtown Shawano after leaving the Habitat holiday drive that Dad had wanted us all to volunteer for—it was good, actually, talking to people, reminding myself that there were decent people in the world who wanted to help each other and weren’t total dicks. We’d stopped at Charlie’s for a few things Mom wanted for dinners over the next few days, and were a few blocks from our turn when Taavi prodded my arm, causing me to look up from my phone.

Part of me wished I hadn’t.

All of me wished that the assholes lining the sidewalks had decided to just stay the fuck home. Or, even better, that they’d been forced to reconsider their basic humanity and decided not to be raging dicksacks, but clearlythathadn’t happened.