Page 144 of Call of the Sea
“Sila, please!” Bay begged. “I’m so close!”
“Yeah?” he brought his mouth to Bay’s ear, stilling inside of him. Then he whispered in a low growl, “I love you, Bay Delmar.”
Bay sucked in a sharp breath and then shook, his entire body like a livewire beneath Sila.
“Did you just come?” Sila asked once the tremors had subsided, peeling Bay off the bike, careful to keep him impaled on his cock all the while. He tore the blindfold off and then bent Bay over the workbench.
“That wasn’t fair,” Bay complained.
It wasn’t.
He hadn’t hidden his feelings. The moment Sila had realized the thing in his chest he felt toward the professor was love, he’d been forthright with that information.
And Bay had come in his pants.
In the middle of the class room.
Right before he was about to start another class.
Since then, any time Sila said it he either came or got hard.
“How about this,” he tugged at the loop of the leather collar around Bay’s neck, “I’ll count to ten. You make it to our bedroom before I can catch you and I’ll let you take a bath before we continue this. I catch you before then, and I fuck you so far past oversensitivity you’ll be crying and begging me for mercy.”
“The Devil shows no mercy.”
Sila smirked behind him.
Bay swallowed and considered. “What about my wrists?”
“What about them?” There was no way he was unbinding him. That would ruin the fun.
He inhaled shakily. “All right.”
Sila straightened him from the table and turned him toward the door that led up to the living part of the house. Then he slapped him on the ass. “Get running, Kitten. One.”
Bay raced for the stairs, not bothering to be quiet as he stomped up them.
“Two!” Sila moseyed over toward the doorway. “Three!”
He heard Bay stumble into the kitchen.
“Ten!”
Bay’s curse greeted his ears as he took the steps two at a time, but they’d both known it was coming.
The Devil didn’t show any mercyorplay fair.
And the man that he loved wouldn’t have it any other way.
