ALARIC POV
Her tongue flicked over the head hesitantly before she pressed a soft, wet kiss against it.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Not even a flicker of interest.
I sighed, jaw tightening, fighting the urge to shove her away and call the whole thing off. But I controlled myself. If I wanted this to be effective, I had to make it easy for her. And the best way to do this was to picture the one person I would rather have kneel before me: Jasmine.
I closed my eyes, letting my mind conjure her instead. I imagined her small, plump lips wrapped around my hardened length while her warm breath fanned over my skin, her wide green eyes locked onto mine like a good little girl, taking everything I give her, sucking the life out of my cock.
Fuck.
Blood surged violently to my lower region, my length twitching in June's grip, swelling with the force of my thoughts alone.
She noticed.
Of course, she fucking noticed.
