Page 91 of Grave Beginnings

I swallowed hard, nearly choking on my own spit. “Yes.”

“There’s an answer,” he said with a smile and shoved my briefs down to free my cock. He nuzzled into the crease of my thigh for a moment, breathing me in. I could feel his breathagainst my skin, and oddly, his heartbeat in his hand where it rested on my thigh, or perhaps that was my imagination. “You smell nice.”

“Thanks?” I said, voice pitched higher than I’d like.

Angel smiled as he cupped my balls and gripped my cock for a nice, long lick.

I shuddered with need, ready to blow at any second.

My phone chirped with a text message and I jumped, instantly worried Ivan was looking for me. “Maybe we should…” I was about to put Angel off, and he took me down the back of his throat, swallowing around me. I gasped, my hand winding through his hair.

He swirled his tongue around my cock, sucking the sensitive tip as he withdrew. The length of me was covered in his spit, cooling fast, but aching for more. Angel opened wide to shove me far enough most men would gag, but he swallowed around me, and hummed.

“Holy fuck!” I cried. He suctioned around my cock, bobbing in a steady rhythm, only giving me the extreme deep throat every fourth or fifth thrust. Each time I thought I’d tip over the edge of the building pleasure, he pulled back, giving me a huff of heated breath and a teasing lick. “Please, Angel,” I begged, barely holding myself up and unable to match the pace I needed with him pinning me against the dresser. “Close.”

Every nerve in my body sang. His magic presence, whatever it was, caressed mine like we were meant to be woven together at our very core. I gasped for air as he moved faster, adding a firm, gripping glide with his hand to mimic his mouth, which shoved me over the edge.

I came hard, trembling with the orgasm and barely keeping my feet. While sex always felt nice, I couldn’t recall a time I’d ever seen stars before. Not that I had a lot of experience on the receiving end of a blow job. But I was pretty sure it was all Angel.

He lifted me to sit on the top of the dresser, keeping meupright while he licked me clean, a satisfied smile on his face. His cock jutted out from his groin, still leaking, and hard. If I hadn’t just had the best orgasm in my life, I’d have reached for it to reciprocate, but all I could do was sit there and breathe.

“Give me a minute to return the favor,” I gasped.

He used my discarded shirt to wipe his face, my cock, and his own. “Later.”

“But…”

“I’m fine.”

Did he not want me to?

Angel slid his cheek against mine. “Later. You needed that more than me, and I enjoy the anticipation.”

I blinked at him, still half dazed from the orgasm.

“I’m going to jump in the shower for a minute, then change into my cat. You okay to rest here?”

I nodded dumbly.

He sighed and pressed his forehead to mine, refusing to give me a kiss as he kept his jaw tight. “Not everyone likes cum kisses. Don’t sit here catastrophizing. Change into your workout clothes. We’ll play and then work out the rest, yeah?”

“Should I shower too? Won’t everyone smell me? Shifter senses and all that?”

“Hmm,” he said. “I like you smelling like me.”

Heat blazed up my cheeks. I began to protest, since my brother was out there somewhere, but he grabbed a clean washcloth from the stack beside the tiny shower, turned on the spray, and tested the water. He waited a minute with his hand under the flow before wetting the cloth and wringing it out, then crossed back to my side and wiped me off, the rag warm. He tucked me into my undies and made his way back to the shower. Turning the dial, he stepped in, shivering instantly. But his erection vanished.

“Did you just take a cold shower so I don’t have to blow you?” I asked, stunned.

He turned off the shower and got out, grabbing a towel to doa quick dry-off, then he gave me a little wink and shifted. I couldn’t tear my eyes away this time. His change worked more like movie animation, his body shrinking in on itself and growing at the same time as it changed and sprouted fur. The air in the room shifted, gaining tangible weight for a few seconds before he shook himself out, stretched, long and lean, and sat down in front of me to chuff his impatience.

“Oh fuck, right. I’m supposed to change.”

I scrambled off the dresser and into the sweats and t-shirt, hoping no one would be able to smell the cum stain on my underwear, but also unwilling to go commando. Angel watched me change, and it gave me an odd sense of security I didn’t understand.

“Okay. No shoes, you said, how far is this climbing room thing?” I asked. I stuffed the room key in my pocket and opened the door. Angel slunk by me and down the opposite way from where we’d come.

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