Page 13 of Volatile King (The Kings of Wayward Academy #6)

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I’d swiped a key card from one of the staff on my way into the building. The thought of getting Theo alone in here had been dancing in my mind since yesterday, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get it out.

Marching down the hall with Theo by my side, we rounded a corner that led to an on-call room. This hospital had it set up with locks that showed red when in use. When we reached the door, I checked to make sure that no one had noticed us and glanced at the vacancy tab. It was green.

Theo followed me inside the empty room without any hesitation. I set the lock before turning to face him. He was leaning with his back against the wall, arms crossed, and that infuriating half-smirk already curling his lips. He groaned when I lunged forward to attack his mouth.

Fuck he looked good. He always did, but the motorcycle boots, black jeans, and the t-shirt molded to his body were next level. It just did something to me.

Breaking the kiss, I ordered, “Touch me.”

Ravaging his mouth once more, I shuddered as he grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against his body.

“Fuck,” I said, my cock rubbing up against him. The trapped sensation of the jeans only added to the sweet agony.

Theo’s hands roamed over my back, shoulders, and down to my ass. He squeezed, and we both moaned. Flexing my hips, I ground my pelvis into his, but I wanted more. Dry humping was fun and all to drive him wild, but I was already half out of my mind with a burning need coursing through my body.

I broke away and stared into his green eyes as I growled at him. He melted into my touch and ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

Putting a little breathing room between us, I ran my hand up the front of his shirt, feeling his muscles tighten until my fingers wrapped around his throat.

I didn’t squeeze. Just rested there, possessive.

It was a silent reminder that he was mine, now and always.

Without even trying, he could center or break me.

I might be his dom, but at the end of the day it was Theo that held all the control.

“You going to be good for me?” My voice came out ragged with pent-up need.

Theo tilted his chin up and swallowed. His throat moved against my palm and subtly made me think of my cock down his throat. Fuck. My whole body shivered.

“Define good,” he said, leaning into me with a touch of defiance.

That damn smirk was back, but his pupils were blown, and his cock was already strained against his jeans. He wanted this just as badly as I did.

I pushed him back until the wall stopped us.

Releasing his neck, I yanked his shirt up over his head and tossed it away.

My mouth followed, licking and biting along the lines of his chest, across his ribs, and down the sharp dip of his stomach.

I didn’t go straight for what he wanted.

I dragged it out and made him squirm under my touch.

“You’ve been mouthing off for days,” I murmured, sinking to my knees and gripping his waistband.

“Running that fucking mouth, getting me hard, and then walking away. Not today. Today, I’m fucking taking what is mine.

” He always knew just how to push my buttons.

How to make me hot all over and crave him all the way down into my bones.

Theo gasped as I palmed him through the denim.

“Maybe I just wanted your attention,” he said, with a smirk.

“Well you fucking have it, Theo,” I growled. “You’ve always had it.” That was the truth.

Popping the button of his jeans, I tugged them down, along with his boxers, to just below his ass.

Theo’s cock sprang free, thick and already dripping with his excitement.

I wrapped one hand around the base and ran my tongue deliberately slow from root to tip.

I watched his abs tense, and his hands fist against the wall as he fought the urge to touch me.

“Fuck,” he hissed, and I smiled against the head of his cock.

“Fuck what?” I prompted.

“Fuck, Sir,” he said, and then groaned as I took him deep into my mouth, letting him hit the back of my throat.

I loved the way he always fell apart for me.

The way all that his bravado and sharp wit turned into breathy moans and pleading whispers for more.

His intelligence was thrown out the window and put us on even ground.

“Eyes on me,” I ordered, pulling back just enough to speak. “I want you to see who owns you.”

Theo’s green eyes locked onto mine, the shade made darker with his lust. When I started to move again, my hand palmed his tight balls, while my mouth worked him in deep strokes. Theo trembled.

His thighs started to shake, and I pulled off.

“Not yet, not until I fucking say you can come.”

“Liam…,” he whispered, the sound as addictive now as the first time he said my name when we were like his.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I stood up and kissed him hard, our tongues battling.

“Turn around,” I growled against his lips.

If I had less control, I would have already bent him over. But the ache in my cock, and the seductive throb that continued to build until I finally gave in, was what I craved.

Theo obeyed without a word, bracing his palms against the wall, feet shoulder-width apart. I stepped up behind him, grinding against his ass through my jeans. He moaned like he was drunk on my touch.

Reaching one hand around to stroke him, this time slow to drive him crazy, I used the other to undo my belt. With a sharp crack, the leather snapped free. Theo jerked at the sudden sound.

“Miss this?” I whispered against his ear. “Being used…breaking from my touch…being reminded that you’re mine.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I stroked him faster, timing my rhythm with each husky breath, until his head dropped back against my shoulder. He didn’t buck against me, but he panted like he was running a race. I wanted him to lose control. To break him with pleasure.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes,” he groaned.

“You’re mine, forever,” I growled, and knew that I’d never let him go. I was a fucking psycho when it came to Theo. So much so that it scared me what I would do to keep him.

“Always,” Theo answered without hesitation, and calming the raging beast in my chest.

My firm grip glided over his cock with just the right amount of pressure to make him hiss through his teeth. My chest pressed against his back, and I felt every damn muscle in his body flex against me.

Theo began to break, and I could feel his resolve slipping. I smirked in victory as he bucked with his hips, chasing more contact. I wrapped my free arm around his waist and held him still.

“Patience,” I warned, my breath brushing over his ear. “You come when I say. When I let you. For moving, you have to wait an extra minute.”

Theo groaned with frustration.

“You’re a sadist.”

“And you’re still hard, so what does that make you,” I asked, and nipped his ear.

Theo muttered something incoherent, probably an insult, but the way his hips tensed told me everything I needed to know. He wanted to beg, he wanted to come. He just wouldn’t give me the satisfaction. Not yet, but he would.

Changing tactics, I teased him with featherlight touches up his length before dragging my thumb through his precum at the tip of his cock. Releasing his waist, I cupped his balls and Theo’s body shook. Arms strained against the wall as he fought of his urges. Fuck, he was sexy.

I teased him and edged closer to the steep drop for few more minutes before wrapping my hand around him again.

His knees buckled a little when I bit the curve of his shoulder, then licked over the sting.

“You still with me, Murk?”

I only ever used his road name when we were like this. I loved that he had an identity that no one outside of our circle knew. I loved it even more that only Ren and I ever called him by it in the bedroom. It was like an inside secret.

He shuddered. “Barely.”

“Good. Stay right there.”

I dropped to my knees behind him, kissing down the curve of his spine, then licked the crease where thigh met ass, just to hear him choke on a moan.

Teasing him had become a sport. My tongue was relentless as I worked over every sensitive part.

My teeth slowly pressed into the soft skin of his ass until I knew it would leave an impression.

This was my ass, just like every other square inch of him.

Theo groaned, the sound guttural. I could feel his cock swelling in my hand, and his body battling back the urge to come.

I knew exactly what his face looked like as his cock begged for release. It was intoxicating.

My grip remained steady as I stood up and whispered, “Now be a good boy and give it to me.”

Theo cried out, head dropping forward as his body seized and he spilled over my hand and onto the wall, marking this room as ours.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…Liam,” he groaned with a shudder so intense it rocked both of us. I held him through it, coaxing every last tremor out of him, until he sagged against me, catching his breath.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he panted. Letting his cock go, I licked my fingers clean and could feel him watching me.

Once done, I pressed a kiss below his ear, lips lingering there as I whispered, “I want to destroy your ass.”

Pulling away, I guided Theo toward the bed with a hand at the base of his neck to remind him who was in charge.

He didn’t resist and sat on the edge of the mattress and looked up at me.

Despite the lingering after affect of his release, Theo stared up at me with lust burning in his eyes.

He was eager and willing to do whatever I wanted.

My belt hung loose, jeans undone, cock straining for friction.

He licked his lips and looked at the belt, but didn’t act.

I watched him closely as I slowly pulled the belt free of the loops and wrapped the end around my hand. Theo licked his lips.

“I can’t decide if I want this belt around your throat while you beg, or if I want to strap you to the bed while I ruin you one scream at a time. Either way, I promise that you will forget your name.”

Theo reached out and ran the end of the leather through his hand.

“I’ll never say no, but we don’t want to get kicked out of the hospital. We can save this for when we get home.”

He unfortunately had a point. “I won’t go any easier on you later.”

Theo’s lip curved up, fire in his eyes. “I wouldn’t expect you to,” he said, and I suddenly wanted to be at home with him tied to my wall. Watching him come over and over again as he screamed my name…there was nothing else like it.

“Fine then, on your knees,” I ordered, and he slipped off the bed to the floor.

He knew exactly how to touch me as his hands slid up my thighs, fingertips tracing the lines of my muscle with the kind of familiarity that pushed me to the very edge of my control. I buried a hand in his hair, pulling just enough to make him gasp.

“No teasing. You want it? Take my cock out and suck it like a good fucking boy,” I ordered.

Theo obeyed with a groan. He undid my jeans, freeing me, and I sucked in a shuddering breath as the cool air of the room hit, making my entire body tingle. Theo’s eyes remained on mine as he pulled my jeans down over my ass.

He licked the tip, and I growled at him.

Theo smirked up at me before wrapping his mouth around the head.

He slowly took me deeper, inch by inch, his tongue tracing along the underside like he was memorizing me all over again.

I braced a hand against the top bunk of the on call bed, as the heat of his mouth enveloped me.

I hissed through my teeth while my hips rocked forward just slightly.

He knew me too well and was rubbing his tongue over all the spots that would send me over the edge.

“Fuck, Theo…”

His moan vibrated through my cock, and I looked down to see those green eyes staring up at me, hands gripping my thighs like he needed to anchor himself.

I fucked his mouth slowly, watching him take every inch.

He didn’t choke and didn’t gag. He just held steady, letting me use his mouth however I needed.

But when my rhythm started to falter, when my breath hitched, and my control began to crack, he quickly pulled back and shoved me onto the bed. The move was fast, taking me off guard, which was rare.

Theo was kneeling between my legs before I could blink, gripping the base of my cock as his mouth sealed around me once more. This time, his movements were frantic with a relentlessness that had my back arching. He cupped me, messaging my tight balls around in his hand.

“Fuck, fuck…Theo,” my voice cracked as he rubbed his finger over my favorite spot. He lingered, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

I tried to hold back, but he was having none of it and moaned around me.

I lost it, my control finally snapping. Hips jerking, my release tore through me.

Theo held me down and took it all, swallowing hard.

When he finally pulled back, he kissed the inside of my thigh and looked at me with that same fucking smirk that got him into trouble every time.

“Still in control?” His voice was raspy, and his lips were swollen, which was sexy as hell.

My chest heaved as I enjoyed the view.

“Of course, I only let you think that you had the upper hand.”

It was a lie. I knew it, and he knew it, but he didn’t call me out.

I cupped his jaw, my thumb brushing across the damp corner of his mouth, and for a second, neither of us moved.

We just breathed. His eyes searched mine and I could see love shining back.

When his walls were down, when he was stripped bare and glowing in the aftermath of us, was the only time he was completely unguarded.

When I could read him without having to try.

When I knew without any hesitation that my feelings were reciprocated.

“You’re mine,” I said firmly. “All of you. Every smart-ass word, every stubborn breath…you belong to me.”

Theo smirked curved into a smile, as he crawled up my body until he was staring down into my eyes.

“You’ve got me, Liam. Always have, always will,” he said, reiterating almost exactly what I’d said to him.

I had no idea how I was going to deal with him going to Harvard in a few months. It was closing in so quickly, each day flying by.

“You okay,” Theo asked, and I hated that I showed any concern. I pulled him down onto the bed beside me and rolled us onto our sides so I could hold him. Pressing myself up against Theo, I molded to him, as he linked our fingers and held my hand over his heart.

“Yeah, I am now,” I said.

We would survive, we always did, but it didn’t mean that I had to like it.