Page 147 of Ascendant King

“Stroke yourself.” Cade’s words were clipped, his eyes hard, and I let my hand fall, wincing at the friction. It was too tight, too dry. It should have been painful, but then I arched my back, feeling the pressure exactly right. I was putting on a show for him, and I would make it good.

Cade wet his lips, pushing himself back until he rested against our headboard. He pressed the heel of his hand against his groin, grinding down hard. When he bit his lip, despite everything, I almost came.

Then, he said, “Stop.” The word was rough with want. “Come here. Take off my pants.”

I shuffled forward, the drag of my pants on my legs almost painful. Carefully, I undid his belt, the clang of the buckle loud. When I unbuttoned his pants, pushing them and his underwear down, I didn’t touch his cock, letting it spring free and hard, brushing against the curling hair on his pelvis.

He huffed out a breath, a breathy moan, and I knew neither one of us was going to last long.

I started to reach for the bedside table, intent on finding the lube we kept there, but Cade said, “Get down on the floor. On your knees.”

I hesitated again. There were limits, and I hadn’t found them yet, but what would I do if Cade reached one? Looking up into his eyes, I searched and found only hot desire. Uncomfortably, I shifted to the edge of the bed, standing before dropping down onto my knees.

Cade stood, his cock hovering near my mouth, and automatically, I opened, ready to swallow him down.

Then Cade walked around the bed to his own bedside table, opening a drawer. I saw him hesitate, hand hovering abovewhatever was inside. When he looked at me, there was a question on his face, and I had no answer.

His eyes found mine, and I relaxed.

He picked something up, and I heard the rattle of the buckle, my cock jumping. I pressed my hands firmly on my thighs. If I even brushed over my cock, I knew I was going to come.

Cade circled the bed, the collar stretched between his hands. He held it out at my eye level.

It was a different collar from the one he had used at House Bartlett. This one was brown, the golden buckle gleaming. It looked expensive, the stitching fine. The scent of the leather reached my nose, and I knew that I was going to have trouble. Because from now on, the scent of leather alone was going to make me hard.

“Miles?” Cade said, trying to hide the question in his voice.

“Yes.” I lifted my chin, letting him slide the collar around my neck, checking the tightness with his fingers before clasping it.

My shoulders slumped. With this on, we were bound together. With this on, he could tell me what to do.

With this on, his eyes turned hungry, and he bent, kissing me with all teeth and bruising pressure. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he straightened, feeding me his cock.

I swallowed it hungrily, choking when he reached the back of my throat, and he eased back before lazily thrusting in and out. His hips jerked, and he straightened, pulling back. He sat on the bed, his legs spread wide.

“Watch me.” I couldn’t have ignored his command if a rival pack had broken down the door. He took the lube out of the bedside table, coating two fingers.

Slowly, he arched his hips up, managing to press two fingers inside. I stared, watching hungrily as they disappeared into his small hole. On my thighs, my fists tightened, and my short nails dug into my palms.

The spark of pain wasn’t enough to distract me.

He sighed, lying fully back, legs still spread, fingers still working. At that angle, he could only manage the tips, barely opening himself. It wouldn’t be enough. My cock was larger—I was going to split him open.

“Fuck me.” His voice was quiet, but the commanding note in it made me jump. I stood, finally kicking off my pants, and climbed onto the bed, pushing him back until my knees rested on the mattress.

I started to reach for the lube, but he grabbed my wrist, shaking his head. “Like this.”

“I’ll hurt you,” I said.

“You won’t,” he disagreed.

I took a shaky breath, then eased myself inside. He was so tight, the lube just barely enough to smooth the way. I almost came once I was fully seated, feeling his muscles tense and stretch around me.

It should hurt him, he should be in pain, but instead, I felt him relax, one hand lazily stroking himself.

When I opened my eyes, he was smirking, bliss written into the soft lines of his smile. “Just like that.”

I pulled myself out just barely an inch before fucking back in. I twitched, still trying to go slow and gentle, trying not to hurt him.