Page 59 of Obsidian and Frost

Primed.

Our gazes clashed for a brief moment, then I shoved his thighs tight to the couch, and dove down onto his cock, swallowing him right down to the root.

He roared and lurched up, his claws slipping from my shoulder, and his hands diving into my hair.

He pulled, fisted, and stroked, not knowing where to land, what to do with himself as I pulled pleasure from him, as he struggled to reconcile it all.

I let loose, going feral all fucking over his glorious cock, licking, sucking, even nipping, then scraping my teeth up his shaft, before swallowing him deep again.

And again and again.

He was pulsing in my mouth, leaking pre-cum on my tongue and down my throat, and he tasted fucking perfect.

“Fuck!”he cried. “Shit…shit!”

There’s my good boy.

He tried to thrust his hips to force the rhythm, but I shoved my hands to them, pushing him back down.

On the third attempt, I rooted him there with a spark of my magic.

I smiled around my mouthful of him when he took to grabbing my head in a brutal grip, using his supernatural strength, then ramming me down onto his cock, trying to choke me.

Then he employed his vampire speed, battering my throat, punishing me. I didn’t have a gag reflex, so it was just fucking glorious to me, feeling him hot and full and pulsing, so beautifully needy. So, I let it happen, enjoying his unhinged reaction, the brutal way in which he took his pleasure and finally started owning it. My cock was aching, my balls drawing tight, and I ground against his calf.

“Sylas!” he cried in rapture. “Cocksuckerdoesn’t… cover it.Shit! Yes!I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.”

I knew he was. I could feel him right here.

Not yet, hot little wolf.

I sparked his hands grasping my head with my magic and he hissed, forced to release me.

Then I pulled off his cock, basically ripped off my pants and boxers, then rose up on him, dragging my cock along his as I went.

His eyes widened and he gasped sharply through his needy panting as he felt me bare against him.

“Too much?” I asked.

He swallowed. “No. Don’t… don’t stop.”

I smiled and leaned down and dragged my tongue over his throat, and he fucking trembled for me—trembled.

“Good, because you’re gonna come all over my cock, then I’m gonna eat it all up and make you watch as I do.”

“Shit,” he choked, reaching around and grabbing my ass, then pushing me harder against him as I rutted on him, fucking against his cock over and over.

“Then I’m gonna coat you in my hot, sticky cum, and you’ll wear it all over this exquisite cock for me, like my filthy little wolf.”

He threw his head back, cursing, and I licked at his throat, then raked my teeth back and forth, as I picked up my pace.

I released him from my magical hold on his hips, and not a second later, he rolled his hips like a fiend, moving with me so fucking perfectly, the rhythm hard, rough, and creating the perfect friction. I could barely hold off, but I wanted his cum spurting all over us both. I wanted to watch his stunned and reverent reaction as he watched me drink him down how a good boy like him should be treated.

He fisted his hand in my hair again, then jerked me to him, our mouths colliding.

And then he basically ate my face—that was the only way to justly describe it. It was primal and feral, and beyond passion itself.

His hips went wild and I matched his pace, running my hands all over his hair, his face, his pecs, his biceps, lost to the moment and about to lose control all the fucking way.