Page 21 of Of Blood So Cold

“Tell me how bad you want me, Dor,” I say to him as I continue to stroke him.

“Fuck you,” he whispers, then clenches his jaw while breathing harder. “Go faster.”

I chuckle, but don’t increase my pace. What I instead do is bring my hand up and squeeze his crown, resulting in his precum to coat my fingers.

Dorran bows his head as he grunts, then thrusts his hips against my hand while placing open-mouthed kisses on the side of my neck. “Fucking work me faster, Cigs,” he urges. “I’m losing my goddamn mind here.”

“But we’ve only just started,” I muse, then pull my hand away from his cock.

He moves back and glares at me, looking a bit dazed. “What are you–”

“Go sit on the bed,” I tell him.

“You–”

“On the fucking bed, Ledger. Now.”

He scoffs. “Fine,” he spits out, then turns around and starts walking away from me, only to stop when I call out his name.

“I don’t think I asked you to put your back to me, did I?”

Listen, I love a good ass, I do. And Dorran’s ass? Yeah, that’s 100% a thing to marvel. But…his abs… My God, his abs. Now those are something I’ll find any excuse to see more and more of. At least I have my priorities set straight. Give a girl some credit.

He half faces me, and his lips curl into a scowl, which only makes me laugh.

“You’re getting on my nerves today, aren’t you?”

“Nah… Just showing you who’s boss, that’s all,” I say easily.

“Of course,” he retorts, and then continues heading for the bed – with his back to me, mind you. Once he reaches it, he turns, sits down on its front edge, and spreads his legs wide before raising a brow at me.

Smug bastard.

The moonlight that is streaming into the room hits his side profile, and even casts a faint silhouette of his frame on the white mattress under him. Looking at him right now – in this very moment – all I can see is perfection. A silk-smooth darkness that has the ability to slither into your very soul if you let it. And that’s exactly what Dorran is, isn’t he? A beautiful shadow; a brutal enigma that leaves you hooked, striking when you least expect it to.

I shift on my feet, and he tracks my move with keen eyes.

“Your legs – spread them wider,” I tell him.

He glances down at said legs, then up at me. “Seriously?”

“Did I stutter?”

“No, but you’re taking an awful lot of liberties today.”

I smirk. “Only because I know I can.”

He mutters something I can’t understand, then does as I’ve asked. “Happy?”

“Very,” I say around a grin. “Now, Dorran; be a good boy and fist your cock for me, will you? Because I really wanna see just how good of a show you can put on as you cum all over your hand for me.”

His expression morphs to one of playful deviance. “Only if you finger your wet little cunt for me in return,” he challenges, then cants his head while studying me.

My entire body breaks into goosebumps at his words; at the utter ease with which he can switch the tables between us. The urge to touch myself is making my head buzz, and I can feel heat crawling up my neck with how affected I am by this man.

“And if I don’t?” I say.

He grins. “You know how things work between us,” he states coolly. “I’ll submit to you, only if you submit to me too. I’ll give you anything you want, Little Swan, only if you give me everything I need in return.”