Page 20 of House of Crimson Cloak and Silver Teeth

I know what he’s doing. This little shit is edging me. He’s keeping me right on the edge without letting me fall over. I feel helpless and powerless, completely at his mercy.

“What’s wrong, Wolf?” he murmurs against my ear.

“Please,” I hear myself say. “Please, I need—”

“Please what?” His breath ghosts across my ear. His tongue traces the shell of my ear. Then his teeth catch my earlobe, tugging gently.

A moan tears from my throat.

“That’s it,” he encourages. His hand moves faster now. “Let me hear you.”

I feel something hard press against my lower back. Garrett’s aroused too. The knowledge sends heat spiking through me.

“Feel that?” His voice has gone rough. “That’s what you do to me.”

His hand finds a rhythm that makes my knees threaten to give out. The arm around my waist tightens, holding me up.

“Look at you,” he murmurs against my neck. “Leaking all over my hand. Making a mess.”

“Shut up,” I grind out between clenched teeth. His tongue drags up the side of my neck. Teeth scrape just below my ear. His hand never stops moving.

“Pervert,” I gasp out.

“Says the one moving his hips.” His free hand grips my ass, pulling me closer. “You’re fucking my hand, Wolf. Who’s the real pervert here?”

I am.

My body jerks as I rock back and forth in his hand.

“That’s it,” he encourages. His own breathing has gone ragged. “Move for me. Take what you want.”

My hips roll forward into his grip, chasing the friction. Shame burns through me, but not enough to make me stop.

His teeth close on my earlobe again, harder this time. The hand around my waist slides up to my chest, fingers finding my nipple and pinching.

“Please,” I beg like I’ve never begged for anything in my life. “Please let me come.”

Dark laughter rumbles in my ear, vibrating against my back.

His hand moves faster. The rhythm turns urgent, relentless. Heat coils tighter and tighter until I can’t hold it anymore.

This is bad. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—

Release hits like lightning. Pleasure whites out every thought. I come hard over his hand, my back arching, head falling back against his shoulder. His name tears from my throat before I can stop it.

He works me through it, hand never slowing, drawing out every last wave until I’m shaking and empty.

When the last wave of sensation finally crashes, I’m boneless. Only his arm around my waist and the chains keep me upright.

His fingers touch my face, brushing away sweat. “You all right?”

I nod weakly.

“Good.” His hand releases my cock, and I hear him step back. “Because we’re not done yet.”

“What?” I breathe.

“I said I wanted answers.” His tone shifts back to that controlled commander voice. “And I meant it.”