THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT (R18), INCLUDING STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL SCENES, GAY ROMANCE AND MATURE THEMES. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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***LANDON'S POV***
While my sister was busy preparing for her wedding, I was on my knees choking on her husband to be's length.
I shouldn't have been doing this.
God, I knew it. Knew it deep in my bones.
But there I was—standing by the bed like I had no self-control, like a wolf with fangs half-bared and my scent flaring for someone who wasn't supposed to be mine.
The air was thick and electric. He was sprawled across the bed, tipsy and mumbling nonsense about alcohol and sin. And me? I was sober. Sober enough to understand exactly what this would mean if I didn't stop myself.
It should've been a warning. A red flag.
But for me? It was a dare.
He leaned against the wall across from me, flushed and too damn pretty for a place like this. His shirt half-unbuttoned, his trousers wrinkled, his body wound tight like a spring. Not drunk enough. Not resisting. Just staring at me with that look that cracked every bit of restraint I had left.
I crossed the room. My hand found his jaw, tilting his face up like it belonged to me. His mouth was temptation. And temptation had always been my poison.
I dropped to my knees, slowly. His breath hitched.
"Why Adrian? You've never been with a man before?" I asked.
He merely shook his head, saying nothing Surprised that I knew him by his name even though he struggled to recognize who i was.
I bet he doesn't. It's been years since he last saw me and regardless, I'm not sure he knew who I was ten years ago.
His hand twitched at his side like he wanted to grab my hair but thought better of it. I could see him already hard through his pants, straining and desperate thou I hadn't even touched him properly yet.
My palm slid up his thigh, heat radiating through the fabric. I rubbed the outline of his cock, slow circles until he was throbbing. His tip was wet, precum seeping through the fabric and I leaned forward to taste it, my tongue pressing against the damp spot. His cock jerked against me, and a low groan ripped from his chest.
God, the sound went straight to my spine.
Hum groaning and for me. The Carter's heir. My father and pack's sworn enemy.
It still surprises me that he agreed to this alliance and was about to seal his daughter's fate in marriage with him.
Still I continued. I wanted him begging, wanted him trembling. I kept him on the edge, teasing, until I couldn't anymore. My hand slipped up the leg of his pants, and I freed him—hot, heavy, slick in my grip. My mouth enveloped the head of his cock before he'd even gotten a chance to breathe.
His taste hit my tongue and I swallowed him down, lips forming a tight seal as I slid halfway and pulled back with a wet pop, my spit trailing down my chin to his cock.
I looked up at him through my lashes. The way he stared back, tipsy but wrecked already made me grin.
If only it wasn't dark in the room and I had my phone close by, I would have recorded this moment to see my sister's reaction when I'd offer it to her as a wedding present.
I stroked his balls continuously , tugging gently while I sucked harder. He gasped, hips jerking up in a rhythmic motion and I let him fuck my throat, letting him see just how much I wanted him. Just how much I couldn't resist him. Just how much, regardless of all the restraints I had wanted to leash on myself to stall this moment, that I loved that it was happening.
His salty precum coated my tongue, his cock twitching with every pass of my lips.
"Fuck…" he groaned, his fingers finally sinking into my hair, pulling me down deeper. My throat stretched and i swallowed, his still hard cock burned as I gaged with him in my throat but I loved every second of it.
I shoved him back onto the bed, spread his legs wide and dove lower. His thighs trembled as I spread his cheeks apart and I licked into him, devouring his ass like it was something forbidden and stolen.
His whole body shuddered, his hole relaxing under my tongue. He moaned into the sheets, hips pushing back against me and I knew I had him undone.
When I slid my mouth back over his cock again, I sucked slowly this time, judging how I'm doing by the moans he let out.
I work on deepthroating his cock again, going deeper and deeper each time down until I have him all in my mouth.
My companion on the bed stirred but I ignored him. He wasn't the centre of my attraction at the moment. Adrian was. And besides, I was back in Ravenshore, back to everything that was taken from me. I have no need of him any longer.
So I went faster and wetter, letting sloppy sounds fill the room. My spit covered everything, dripping down his shaft, slicking my chin. His legs shook, his toes curled and I slapped his ass just once, grinning against his cock.
He was close. I could feel it in the way his balls tightened, the way his abs trembled under my hand. I stroked him hard and fast, my mouth and hand working in sync and when I pinched that sweet spot behind his balls, he broke.
His whole body arched, bucking into my hand as ropes of cum spilled across his chest, hot and endless. He cried out, his face twisted in pleasure, his chest rising and falling in ragged bursts. I milked every drop from him until he collapsed back onto the bed, shaking and glazed in his own release.
I sat back, licking him from my lips, my chest heaving and after lit a cigarette. The smoke curled from my mouth as I glanced at my watch on the table. Less than twelve hours before I had to smile like nothing happened.
After all, I'd only just returned to Ravenshore and because of the wedding.