His right pec.
His left pec.
His toned stomach.
His inner thigh.
“Holy fuck.” His cock jerks against his stomach, and I smirk at him before licking at the precum gathered on the tip.
I take my time with his cock, memorizing every inch of it with my tongue. The slit on the top. The vein on the right side. I lick every last inch of him as he moans and begs for more.
“Please, Thea. Please. Fuck.” His hips gyrate upwards.
Fuck, I like it when he begs.
Really, really like it.
I wrap my hand around the thick girth of his cock and begin to stroke him as I suck on his balls. I have no idea what I’m doing, but he seems to like it, if his breathy moans and pleas for mercy are any indication.
“Thea, you need to stop, sweetheart. Fuck, you need to stop.”
I slowly pull my mouth away from his dick, his steely shaft brushing against my cheek as I grin at him.
“Do you really want me to stop?” I ask, remembering Rafe’s words from the other night.
“No, but…I won’t be able to last much longer, and I want to fuck you. I need to. I haven’t done this, and…”
He swallows convulsively, his hooded eyes trailing across my face with a worshipful reverence.
“You haven’t…had sex?” I whisper, my heart thundering.
A blush stains my wraith’s cheeks. “Maybe I did before I was put to sleep, but I don’t remember it.”
He gives me a pointed look, letting me know he believes that we may have had sex hundreds of years ago.
The thought makes my stomach flutter and my heart pick up speed.
“But since I’ve been awake, I haven’t… I haven’t felt the need.” The excitement in his eyes lightens the blue-gray to a cerulean color.
Beautiful.
Intoxicating.
Mine.
Zaid is truly a handsome man, though his looks are different from the others.
Krystian is traditionally beautiful, with perfect features and long, thick lashes.
Everett encompasses an unmerciful kind of beauty I’ve only ever seen in predators before. He’s a lion waiting to pounce and tear through the unsuspecting zebra entering his domain.
Rafe is sexy in a rugged, dangerous type of way. One glance into his fathomless dark eyes would have you running and screaming in the opposite direction. However, a twisted part of you wants to know him, save him, banish the demons in his eyes.
Zaid, on the other hand, is softer than his counterparts. Smaller too, though not by much. His features may appearunassuming at first glance, but then he smiles at you, and you wonder why you ever thought this man was ordinary.
Lust curls through my veins like flames at the knowledge that…at least subconsciously…he waited for me. I don’t judge the other guys for their past, but it’s nice to know that at least one of them doesn’t have a body count a mile long—and I’m not talking about dead bodies.
“Say something,” Zaid pleads. “Is it weird? Fuck, it’s weird, isn’t it? I know I shouldn't have?—”
