Page 77 of Killaney Blood

I lean forward, maintaining eye contact as I lick from base to tip, swirling my tongue around the head. His hands find my hair, gripping firmly.

I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. My hand works what doesn't fit, twisting slightly. His grip tightens in my hair, not guiding but holding on as if for dear life.

"Christ, Lyra," he groans as I take him deeper, relaxing my throat.

I pull back, spitting saliva onto his cock before taking him in again. It's messy and wet and the sounds he makes, like he's being tortured in the best way, give me courage to keep it sloppy.

I worship him with my mouth, tongue tracing the vein on the underside, lips stretching around his girth. When I cup his balls with my free hand, he hisses through his teeth.

His hips thrust into me as I deep-throat what I can. I gag slightly, but breathe through it.

"Fuck, I'm close," he warns, trying to pull me off.

I resist, sucking harder, spit running down my chin, wanting to taste him. He tries to pull me up.

"We can fuck later, come in my mouth," I say and then take him again.

I suck harder, wetter. He twitches and groans, tells me he's close.

But I don't stop.

I want it all.

His cock swells in my mouth and?—

He shouts my name when he comes, fingers tangled in my hair, hips jerking.

I swallow every drop.

Some leaks out the side of my mouth, but I look up at him, scooping it with my index finger and pushing it back into my mouth.

"Fuck," he says. "You're so fucking hot and beautiful and amazing, you know that, right?" he ask as he tucks a damp strand of hair behind my ear. His thumb brushes my jaw like he's memorizing my face. Not like I'm his property, but like I'm his whole universe.

That's the part I don't know how to handle yet.

I smile, shrug, and wipe my mouth. "I know."

It's kind of true. The feelings he's brought out of me. Not just sexual, but everything. Making me feel whole. It's been incredible.

I stand and he kisses me softly. I get my robe back on and he zips up his pants. His phone rings and he ignores it.

It rings again and I tell him to answer it.

He does and his face changes and I almost regret telling him to.

"Fuck. Okay, I'll be right there," he says and hangs up.

"Everything okay?" I ask.

He sighs. "Some of my fighters got into it with another team. Caused some damage. I don't know. Nothing major, but I need to go handle it."

I nod, feel disappointed he's leaving. "Oh, of course."

He comes over and kisses me. Not just a quick goodbye kiss. A deep one. Slow. Like he's reminding me who I belong to.

"I'll handle this and be home in an hour. You're under full guard. Nina's here if you need anything."

He walks to the door and stops. "On second thought, lay on that bed and don't move," he orders. "I'm not done with you."