Page 169 of Librarian

My hand leaves his thigh to cup his heavy balls, rolling them carefully in my fingers.

The curses falling from his lips are constant. The rough tone does things to me, and my free hand races to my slippery clit.

“No you fecking don’t.” Leo snatches my fingers away. “You want to ruin me? Fine. But that filthy cunt is mine. You don’t touch it without my say so.”

A thin whine breaks free of my chest at his demand, but my eyes narrow in challenge.

Ruin him? I intend to do worse.

I bide my time, plying all of my favourite tricks, slurping and sucking like my life depends on it. His breath hitches as he struggles to ignore the way his body is taut and crying out for relief. Time seems to stretch. This silent pleasurable battle between us has turned all-consuming. I’m attuned to his every movement. Stroking when he shudders. Licking until he groans. Swallowing and revelling in the quiet frantic cursing that follows.

“Shit, shit, shit—umpf.”

My tongue traces the edge of his crown for the hundredth time, pausing to fondle the piercing that’s become quickly intimately familiar.

Leo’s head falls back, teeth gritted, neck straining like he’s fighting his inevitable orgasm with everything he has. His head shakes minutely, like he can deny his physical reality by force of will.

His balls draw up.

And I stop.

“Feck.” The word is little more than a guttural, pained noise. “Fecking—bad girl. Bad fecking girl. Stars alive, are you trying to kill me?”

My grin is evil, but my pussy is soaked, and my own need is still coursing through me as I stand on wobbly legs.

“Something wrong, Sir?”

His nostrils flare as he stares me down, his cock still out and shining with my spit.

“Nothing’s wrong. Thank you.” His false smile promises pain—the kind I’ll probably love.

My lips quirk. “It was a good learning experience.”

“Aye, and you’ll be learning a lot of ways to beg me for mercy very soon.” He takes a deep breath and tucks away his still-angry cock. “You’ve earned the right to torture me a little bit, but mark me, Kyrie, this is the only time.” He pauses, then leans forward. “I hope it was worth it.”

Before I can talk myself out of it, I lean in, bracing myself against his chest, then close the gap between our faces.

Leo doesn’t expect the kiss, so he’s shocked to stillness under my lips. Beneath my palms, his heartbeat stutters. Then he’s kissing me back, his arms wrapping around my shoulders to cradle me to him. He lets me end it without chasing, and something in my chest melts at the way his eyes have fallen shut.

“Feck, I love you.”

The whispered confession takes me off guard, and I find the same words on the tip of my tongue.

Hauling them back is harder than I wish it was, but Leo nods, accepting my silence as his due as he stands and fetches my robe. He holds it out for me, obligingly, helping me slip my arms into the sleeves before he ushers me towards the stairs.

“C’mon. I’ll walk you back to the Clock Tower. We should both be asleep, anyways.”

I glance at his abandoned book as we leave;Laws of power: a history of the rector cycle.

“That’s dry reading.”

He pauses, looks at it with a grimace, then shrugs. “If…No.WhenMathias dies, Ó Rinn is next in the cycle. I wanted to see if there was any way that it could go to North instead.”

“North?” I can’t imagine a worse choice for rector. “He doesn’t know enough about our society, or about the structure of the magical world.”

“He’d have you.”

“Youwould have me.”