Page 67 of Mortis

Teddy had seen my cock before, and he had never reacted with disgust. Yet he hadn’t seemed particularly pleased whenever it made an unexpected appearance. Certain I’d ruined the moment, I began loosening my hold on him, intending to step away until I’d regained control. The very last thing I wanted was to make him uncomfortable.

Before I could move, Teddy’s fingers tightened around my horn. Pleasure shot through me again, and I shuddered involuntarily. His eyes flicked between my horn and the hard length between us. Then he squeezed again. A rough, feral groan tore itself from my throat, and my fingers tightened instinctively in his hair. My cock twitched, and Teddy released a shaky, stuttering breath.

“Are your horns sensitive?” he asked.

I nodded, and his thumb slowly traced one of the smooth ridges. Each nerve in my body lit up, and it took every ounce of restraint not to thrust forwards.

Unfortunately, when he gave my horn another curious squeeze, my resolve finally deserted me. My hips rocked instinctively, pressing my cock firmly against his groin. It left a smear of lubricant across his jeans. Teddy shuddered at the contact, and his head dipped to look at it properly.

“Jesus,” he whispered. “It’s massive.”

He slowly released my horn, lowering his hand until it hovered uncertainly over my cock.

“Can I touch it?” He looked up at me through his lashes.

The expression on his face caught me just as completely as before, and I was utterly ensnared.

“Y-yes,” I stammered, my voice rougher than before.

Teddy dipped his chin in acknowledgement before his hand curled around my length. I was thick enough that his fingers couldn’t quite meet, and when he gave me an experimental squeeze, I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted copper.

“It’s so hot,” he muttered to himself.

His hand slid towards my base. I whimpered, my stomach tightening as I fought the instinct to thrust into his grip. The natural lubricant coating my shaft eased the glide, and when his hand travelled upwards again, a lewd squelch filled the kitchen. His thumb brushed the underside of my cockhead before he traced it across my slit, dragging through the precum slowly leaking from me. I gasped. The sensation was overwhelming. So good that I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to press further into his touch or retreat from it entirely.

“Does that feel good, Kael?” Teddy asked softly.

The corner of his mouth curled upwards as he stroked me again. I suspected he already knew the answer. His movements gradually became quicker. More confident and sure. I released my hold on him and instead gripped the countertop on either side of his thighs.

Pleasure rippled through every part of my body. It felt as though I were burning alive. Invisible flames licked up my legs and coiled around my spine, their heat both agonising and exquisite. My chest rose and fell with every breath. When his thumb once more caught the sensitive ridge beneath the head, my eyes rolled back.

The Beast purred inside me, experiencing every sensation as intensely as I was. My hands clenched. The countertop beneath Teddy creaked beneath my grip as my claws dug into the wood. Every muscle in my body tightened. Euphoria crept steadily closer, like a distant light at the end of a tunnel. Slowly, painfully, I crawled towards it. But it remained just beyond my reach.

Until . . .

Until . . .

Teddy let go.

My body sagged instantly, like a puppet with cut strings. Every ounce of air left my lungs in a single breath. When I finally managed to open my eyes, Teddy was little more than a blur. It took several moments before my vision steadied.

“I . . .” I panted. “I . . .”

My voice failed me, and Teddy giggled before pulling his lower lip between his teeth. It was irrational, but I felt jealous. I wanted to nibble that soft, shining skin myself. To mark it with my own teeth. To taste the sweet nectar of his blood again.

“You okay, big guy?”

I blinked and slowly bobbed my head. It suddenly felt far too heavy for my neck.

Apparently satisfied that I was still alive, Teddy idly dragged a fingertip through the bead of precum gathered at my tip. A pathetic whimper escaped me, so like the stray puppy he so often compared me to.

But this time I was too overwhelmed to care.

Despite the haze clouding my thoughts, every nerve in my body felt alive. Taut. Ready to snap. Simply feeling Teddy’s hand wrapped around me was enough to keep me balanced on the edge. His touch was heady. I wanted his hands on me every day from now until the end of time.

And I wanted mine on him.

Feeling unusually brave, I moved first. Leaning forwards, I wrapped one hand around Teddy’s throat, careful that my claws never broke his skin. My grip was gentle, so very gentle, yet secure. Beneath my palm, I felt the vibration of his sharp inhale. The bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. Teddy released my cock and wrapped his sticky fingers around my wrist, but he made no attempt to pull away. He simply tipped his head back, exposing more of his throat to me, like a wolf yielding to its Alpha.