Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Alaric licked him clean then stood to pull him up and kiss him. He tasted himself on Alaric’s tongue, groaning at the taste, the intimacy of sharing a kiss after that. His legs felt like noodles, so he wrapped his arms around Alaric and held on as the elf plundered his mouth.
It took him a few moments to come down from the euphoria, enough to realize it was his turn to take care of Alaric. And he couldn’t wait. He pulled his mouth away to gasp in air, looking up to find flaring nostrils, plump, wet lips and narrowed eyes filled with blazing hot fire. Unbelievably, his spent dick twitched. A lust-crazed Alaric was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. This magic-filled being wanted him. A lot. Again, he felt that rush of something he didn’t quite know how to pinpoint shoot through him.
He just knew he wanted more of that feeling.
Ezra dropped to his knees, eyes on that thick cock. He reached out to wrap his fingers around it. “Holy shit, this is beautiful. Just like the rest of you.”
Alaric didn’t say anything, just watched him with those lust-filled purple eyes.
Unable to wait any longer, he took the head into his mouth, tracing a vein with his tongue. He sucked it in deeper, tightening his cheeks and glancing up just as Alaric’s hand shot out to brace on the wall. He’d shut his eyes, mouth hanging open as he panted. The absolute pleasure on his face fired Ezra up, and he couldn’t look away as he relaxed his throat to pull that tasty dick in even more.
Alaric’s eyes flew open in shock. “Shit!”
It was hard not to grin around the girth in his mouth. He’d always been good at deep-throating.
Alaric reached down to place his fingers on Ezra’s throat. “That’s so hot,” he gritted out. “Holy shit.”
Needing air, Ezra slid back, breathed, then took Alaric deep again. He watched as Alaric’s eyes rolled back into his head. He still had his hand on Ezra’s throat.
This was flat out the hottest experience of his life. Ezra’s own dick was already hard again—a record. He couldn’t help it. Knowing he was bringing this man so much pleasure, knowing he’d surprised him, that Alaric was losing himself to rapture…that now familiar rush hit. He could easily become addicted to this. All of this.
He started bobbing his head, keeping a tight suction, and like Alaric had before, he slid his fingers over Alaric’s balls, then cupped them.
Alaric made a strangled noise, then gasped, Hot cum flooded Ezra’s mouth. Ezra swallowed the bitter, yet slightly sweet, semen with relish. Then he was startled when powerful hands yanked him up into another kiss.
Damn, he loved the way Alaric kissed. With hunger and ferocity, his tongue spearing deep into Ezra’s mouth, his hands possessively cupping his neck. Ezra felt ravished, and he fucking loved it.
When they pulled away from each other to breathe, Alaric pressed their foreheads together and whispered. “You are way too good at that. I’ll have my dick down your throat all the time.”
“Guess it’s good I like it there then.”
He laughed and pressed another quick kiss to Ezra’s lips. “So you are going to date me after we get through this, right?”
Ezra thought about his earlier reservations and knew that even though he was going to be in for a world of pain, he had to at least try. “Yes,” he whispered.
Chapter Fourteen
Ezra
Ezra was in the kitchen making coffee the next morning when Alaric, Finn, and Bain walked into the room. He lifted his eyebrows at how serious they all looked. “Am I in trouble or something? I mean, more than, you know, having a hit on my head?”
“Xavier called,” Alaric said as he rested his hands on the island. “He’s on his way here with Callan. Said he has news that we all need to hear.”
“Oh,” Ezra looked down at the decanter he held before setting it down carefully. His hands had started to shake. “That doesn’t sound like it’s good news.”
Alaric walked around the island and pulled Ezra into a hug. “Whatever it is, we’ll all be ready.”
“You owe me five bucks,” Finn said.
Ezra looked at the jinn to find him holding out his hand to Bain, who shook his head and laughed.
“I didn’t take that bet. I already knew these two were into each other.” Bain, who looked like a creamsicle in an orange flowing shirt and white jeans, pulled out his phone. “Speaking of love interests, I need to call mine.” He walked out of the room as he made the call.
“I’m surrounded by romance,” Finn said with a frown. “Better not be catching.”
“Ignore them,” Alaric said as he let go of Ezra and finished making the coffee.
“Oh, I am.” Ezra popped a bagel into the toaster. He was starving after he’d stayed up late with Alaric talking the night before. They hadn’t shared anything important, just talked about movies they’d seen as well as favorite bands. He’d been delighted to learn that Alaric’s music tastes were as diverse as his own.