Page 52 of Double Shot

I gulped. “Is it—Do you need to feed—?”

“No, I don’t need to feed.” He pushed forward, crowding me until I stumbled back. “I just want to. I want to suck your dick. Now.”

“O-okay,” I managed in a tiny voice, still backing up until I sat hard on the edge of the bed, my ass bouncing on the mattress.

I had a very brief moment to wonder how clean this zebra bedspread was, and whether my bare ass should be sitting on it, before he was dropping to his knees in front of me. My breath caught. He gripped my thighs and pushed them open wide. I sucked in another sharp breath, my claws digging into the mattress either side of me as I stared down at him in wide-eyed disbelief.

“Lucifer, it’s so big,” he purred, trailing long fingers up my inner thigh before he wrapped his hand around the swelling knot at the base of my shaft. I jerked, lips peeling back from my teeth as my fingers tightened on the mattress.

“You don’t have to—”

“I remember thinking how beautiful your cock was that night at Gargy’s,” he murmured huskily as he rubbed his lips against the side of my dick, gazing up at me with lust-hazed eyes. My chest was already beginning to heave as I stared back down at him. “It’s beautiful like this too,” he added, then pressed a soft kiss to my shaft.

Jesus fuck. I wasn’t sure I’d survive this.

“Thank you,” I managed to wheeze, my claws piercing the cheap zebra bedspread as I gripped the mattress even tighter.

He made a soft, contented noise in his throat as he closed his eyes and let his tongue emerge to run up the side of my cock. A shuddery breath stuttered from me, the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. I was already leaking pre-cum, and I had to grit my teeth to hold back a desperate groan when I watched him feather his tongue over the tip of my cock to lap it up. He moaned like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted, shuffling a little closer on his knees and running his palm up my thigh. His hands were soft, and that forbidden-chocolate-and-cinnamon scent was rising from his hair. It was all I could smell with every ragged inhale, and it was making an almost rabid, uncontrollable growl start to build deep in my chest.

Long fingers gave my swelling knot a gentle squeeze, and that possessive growl started to emerge before I cut it short by clamping my jaw shut. At the same time, he swirled his tongue around the tip of my cock, then drew the head into his mouth to suck.

I inhaled sharply, one of my hands jerking off the bed to cup the back of his head. I had enough sense left to be gentle, wary of my claws, but I couldn’t stop myself from carefully threading my fingers through his gorgeous curls. They were messy and a little tangled, but so soft. And shit, he smelled even fucking better now that his body temperature was rising.

The suction around my cockhead strengthened, and an unsteady snarl tore from me. He moaned in response, letting his lips slide lower. Lower. My thigh muscles tensed in anticipation when he paused, took a deep breath through his nose, and kept going.

With a lust-drunk little moan, he let my cockhead slide into his throat. Somehow, I managed to keep my hips still as the claws on my left hand tore a strip right into the mattress. His throat convulsed around me once, then again with a quiet gag before he seemed to relax into it. When he pulled back with a tiny retching sound, then plunged me back into his throat, I groaned long and loud.

“Holy shit,” I panted, my fingers trembling in his hair as I stared down at him dazedly. He’d taken every inch of me down to my knot, his lips meeting the start of that swell every time he sucked me deep again.

My other hand rose to thread through his curls too, cradling the back of his head as he began bobbing it up and down, slurping on my dick loudly and very enthusiastically. My thighs were already starting to quake, sac lifting and lower back tightening.

Snarly little groans left me with every ragged breath as I tried my best to tamp down my looming orgasm. I didn’t want it to end yet. His intoxicating pheromones filled my lungs, and I let myself feel the effect of them fully. Suddenly, my entire body was a million times more sensitive. My knot swelled until it was so hard and tight at the base of my cock that it was almost agonising. Even my fingertips rasping over his soft curls and scalp made me shudder with pleasure.

He pulled back with a needy little moan to slurp on the tip of my cock, which was pouring pre-cum in a steady stream onto his tongue. He looked up through his lashes, his eyes looking heavy-lidded and almost drugged, to meet my gaze. His mouth was swollen and flushed and wet with spit, his cheeks red with arousal.

He looked like he was eating the most delicious dessert in existence and savouring every single second of it.

Pretty sure no one had ever looked at me like that before. Especially not while sucking my dick.

An embarrassing, unsteady whine rose in my throat. I resisted the urge to tighten my grip on his head, pin his soft, hot mouth over my cock so I could come down his throat, then crush him tight to my body and refuse to let go of him. Ever.

My hands were shaking as I sifted them through his curls, and my right knee had started bouncing wildly as I fought the overwhelming need to fuck his throat. I suddenly needed to come desperately, not just because his mouth felt un-fucking-real, but because everything in me needed my cum to be inside him in some way. I needed to mark him, because I had apparently devolved into some mindless, rabid folktale version of a werewolf instead of the real thing during this life-changing blowjob.

I needed him to swallow my cum. I needed to rub myself all over him so he smelled like me before he left this room. I needed to pick him up, carry him home and never let him out of my sight again.

Shit. I’d latched. I’d prided myself on never latching on to anyone else. I’d been too shy and introverted to even truly be a part of my own family’s pack, and as the youngest of seven, my parents had been too exhausted by then to really care.

But apparently, I’d latched on to the beautiful incubus already.

And I still didn’t even know his name.

“G-gonna come soon,” I told him unsteadily between ragged breaths, figuring warning him was the least I could do, because I was going to come hard.

He moaned, sucking up my length before lapping at the tip of my cock. “Can I swallow it?”

Jesus fucking Christ, he was asking me?

I nodded quickly, trying not to hyperventilate as I stared wide-eyed at his soft pink tongue sliding and swirling over my cockhead. My dick was throbbing, painfully hard, angrily flushed and slick all over with his spit.