Page 136 of House of Crimson Cloak and Silver Teeth

His cheeks hollow out to consume me and thought becomes impossible. He is sucking me hard like a goddamn reaper trying to withdraw my life force. My hips begin jerking in an irregular rhythm.

I try to show restraint, to keep still and let him control this.

But restraint has never been my strength and Garrett is too good at this. His mouth is hot and wet and perfect, taking me deeper than should be possible.

My hand finds his hair, fingers tangling in the wet strands. I pull him closer, my hips rocking forward. He hums around me and the vibration nearly undoes me completely.

“Oh fuck…” I curse again, my thoughts scattering. “I’m going to—”

Garrett doesn’t pull away or slow down. He just looks up at me with those green eyes and takes me even deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate me.

My hand tightens in his hair, anchoring myself. I shove him harder against me to fuck his mouth. His throat works around me and his tongue moves deftly, making my vision blur.

I can’t help it. He’s swallowing me alive. His hands come up to grip my thighs as he takes it.

Release slams through me without warning. My whole body goes rigid as pleasure crashes through me in waves. It goes on longer than I expect, wave after wave until I’m shaking against the wall.

Garrett’s mouth stays on me, sucking me harder and swallowing every drop. His tongue works me through it, wringing out every last bit of pleasure. He rides out the orgasm with me until the last twitch.

What have I done? My grip goes slack as I uncurl my fingers from his hair carefully.

“I’m sorry—”

The apology dies in my throat as he pulls back slowly, letting me slip from his mouth. He tilts his head up, opening his mouth to show me my release pooled on his tongue. His eyes lock with mine, holding my gaze as he closes his mouth and swallows.

This fucking guy…

Garrett smiles, smug and satisfied. His tongue darts out to catch what’s left on his lips.

He stands, water sluicing down his body. I want to pull him close and return the favor until he’s the one shaking. But Garrett just wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, that smug smile never wavering, and turns to walk out of the shower. He grabs a towel from the rack as he goes.

I watch him, my brain still trying to restart. He wraps the towel around his waist and picks up that bottle again. Then he leaves the bathing chamber without a word.

Fuck that.

The smugness in his expression is fucking infuriating.

I don’t even bother turning off the water. The shower is still running behind me, steam billowing into the bedroom as I step out dripping wet and follow him.

Garrett is lounging on the bed now, propped up against the headboard with that wine bottle still in hand like he hasn’t got a care in the world.

The towel around his waist is the only thing he’s wearing, riding low on his hips. Water droplets still cling to his chest and shoulders. He takes another slow drink.

“Feeling better?” he asks, voice dripping with false innocence.

I cross the room in three long strides, water dripping from my hair and body onto the expensive rugs. I snatch the bottle from his hand before he can react and set it down on the bedside table.

Then I’m on him.

I push him back into the pillows and kiss him hard enough to bruise. My weight pins him to the mattress, all my muscle and size bearing down on him.

Garrett makes a sound of surprise that melts into pleasure. His hands come up immediately to grip my shoulders. We’re both hard. I can feel him pressed against my stomach, hot and demanding. The friction makes him gasp into my mouth.

I break the kiss to catch my breath. We’re both panting, faces inches apart on the pillow.

His green eyes are dark, pupils blown so wide there’s barely any color left. “Do you want me, Wolf?”

The words send heat straight through my entire body. I want him so badly that my hands are actually shaking where they’re braced on either side of his head.