Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
I let go of his throat, pull my shirt off, and drop it to the floor.
Dean continues licking and sucking, kissing and biting all over my abs, while he works open my jeans. My dick is already throbbing between my legs, fat and swollen and hungry for him.
Once he has my pants down, Dean shoves his face into my groin, mouthing my hard cock through the fabric of my black boxer briefs. I hiss in response, hand on the back of his head, pushing him closer, as if there’s any space between us left at all.
This, what he’s giving me, is exactly what I need, exactly what I wouldn’t have allowed myself to take if he hadn’t been here.
“You’re fucking with my head,” I admit, looking down and watching him act like he’s a starving man and the only thing that will cure him is my cock.
“No.” He hooks his fingers in the band of my underwear. “You’re fucking with mine.”
My dick springs free. Dean doesn’t get my boxer briefs past mid-thigh before his mouth is wrapped around my dick. It feels so fucking good in the wet heat of his mouth that I could die right now and have no complaints. My knees go weak, and all I can think is more, more, more.
I want all of him.
Want to possess him.
Want to own him.
“Look at me.”
I’m surprised when Dean tilts his head up, but there’s still fire in his gaze. He doesn’t do anything easily, and as much as it should and does piss me off, I crave it too. He makes me wild, has worked his way into all these unexpected places inside me that I never knew were there until he showed up and pushed all my buttons.
His blue stare doesn’t leave mine as I pull back, then push into his mouth again, fucking his willing lips, and I almost beat my chest with pride because he takes it so fucking well.
Because he’s clearly hungry for it.
My balls slap against his chin, his bruised, swollen lips stretched around my erection. Each time I hit the back of his throat, Dean swallows around me, hands on my hips, squeezing me, doing his best to mark me while he lets me work out all the shit in my head on his mouth.
He shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t see the gun. Shouldn’t be so entwined with our lives, but he is, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take him from me.
He’s mine until I’m done with him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Dean
I hadn’t planned to come back to the house when Cillian said I should.
When I did, I told myself that when Tiernan got home, I was going to walk out.
I sure as shit hadn’t seen myself immediately wrapping my mouth around his cock, but the second I saw him, I needed to possess him. Needed to be the one to control the barely contained pulse of energy and anger bleeding from him. Needed to be the one to replace the vacant look in his eyes with pleasure.
Me. No one else.
Tiernan might not think I have it in me to help him with what I know he did tonight, but I can give him this. I will give him this.
I let Tiernan use my mouth hard, don’t wipe the tears that stream down my face as he does it. He took care of someone he loved tonight, the same way I plan to avenge someone I love when I kill his father.
There’s a painful irony to that, to the fact that this thing we have in common will be what rips us apart. It’s a cycle we’ll continue—Sloan killing my father, me killing Sloan, Tiernan killing me. Maybe a normal person would try to break that chain, but if spending time with Tiernan has taught me anything, it’s that there was no changing this path for me. My parents wanted more for me, but this is who I am. It’s in my blood, deep down in my bones. It’s a part of me, and I don’t think anything can ever change that.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fill your mouth with my load if you don’t make me stop.” Tiernan’s words interrupt my thoughts, rip me out of what is destined to be and back to this moment with him.
I pull back, and he growls in response, with that familiar fire in his eyes that I know burns brightly in mine too. We’re one and the same, Tiernan and I, and that thought doesn’t make me sick anymore. It just is.
“You’re coming on my cock, or you won’t come at all.”
His gaze darkens, his face both hard and hungry. He grabs my chin, and I let him hold me in place. “I don’t know who you think you are, little fighter.”
“The guy who’s going to fuck you out of the headspace from what you did tonight, little lord. It needed to be done.”