Page 118 of Lana Pecherczyk

A pause. “No, but?—”

“So, lowering the block on your emotions is the first step. We’re exploring.”

“Fine. I’ll lower it.”

“But you have to also keep it down for good.”

“Fuck.”

“I’m not stupid, River. You’re the one who told me there are many ways to interpret words. So I want to be clear.” She paused. “It’s okay if you change your mind. Say your safe word, and we forget this. No judgment. I just want to help.”

A guilty look splashed over his handsome features, but no rainbow. This seemingly simple act caused him pain. The choice paralyzed him.

“I have an idea,” she said. “What if I let you fuck my mouth or tits, or whatever you want, and when you come, you drop the block then. That way, you feel so good that you don’t even feel the pain.”

His jaw clenched. “Fine.”

“But you need to vow now that you’ll do it and not be all, ‘Ooh, my bad. The orgasm distracted me too much. I forgot.’”

“You’re good, Sparkles.” His lips curved. “Fuck, you’re good.”

“I know.” She hovered her lips over the tip of his cock and glanced up at him. “Your oath?”

“With the Well as my witness, I vow that when I blow my load into your sweet little whore’s mouth, I’ll lower the block on our bond and never put it up again.” His big hand landed on her head. “Now suck me so hard that I won’t see straight.”

Somewhere between the start and the end, River took control. It was less her and more him. Less stroking and sucking, more fucking and growling instructions on how to angle her throat, to lick a certain way, to swallow, to fondle. None of itmattered because she knew he’d keep his vow. She felt desired, aroused, and wanted so deeply that she writhed with need.

His breath hitched, his cock twitched, and when he tried to pull out, she realized her mistake. His vow only worked if he finished in her mouth.

Oh no, he didn’t.

She relaxed her throat and took him deep. His body bowed over her, spilling hot jets of his salty release into her mouth. His emotions slammed into her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath.

Too many to decipher. All she could do was ride it out.

When it ebbed, she sat back and gingerly met his eyes. The blue burned bright enough to steal her soul. Everything about him was perfect, from his face to the wobbly tattoo over his heart.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” she asked, wiping her lips.

His response was a crushing flood of desire, need, and triumph through their bond.

“Safe word,” he growled.

“Why do I need one?”

“Give it to me now or forever hold your peace because I’m about to make you come so often you’ll forget your name.” He crowded her space, easing her onto her back, prowling over her body. His teeth grazed her jaw. “Safe word. Now.”

“Um.” She hesitated. “I don’t know.”

His nibble on her earlobe made her shiver.

“I would say to use my name,” he said, “because I want to be the only safe word you need. But we both know that won’t work. You’ll scream it every chance you get.”

“Your mother mentioned another name. Before you became a Guardian?”

He reared back to look at her. “My birth name?”

“Yes.” She smiled hesitantly. “I want you to be my only safe word too.”