Carnage Island (Reject Island)(44)

“You’re a fucking natural at this, sweetling,” Volt murmurs, his fingers still trailing up and down her spine.

He releases her as she nears the waistband of my sweats, his gaze fixated on the back of her head.

I follow suit, my chest stuttering as I force myself to inhale, to maintain that rumbling purr.

This is so much more intense than I anticipated. I’m going to fucking come before she even really touches me.

Her tongue tentatively tastes the skin beneath my pants, her mouth fixated on the muscle near my hipbone.

Then she slowly starts to tug my pants down.

It’s fucking torture.

I’m going to explode.

I’m going to throw her on her back and thrust into her.

No.

I’m going to lay here and let her play.

Fuck. I don’t even know what I want anymore. This game has escalated to a whole new level and I’m absolutely fucking here for it.

My pants tangle around my knees as Clove seems to forget they exist. Her focus is on my groin, her eyes wide as she studies my aching cock.

“Lick him,” Volt suggests. “See what he does.”

I’m going to fucking kill you, I tell him with my eyes.

He grins in response, the mad bastard getting off on this sadistic twist of fate.

Clove runs her fingertips along the underside of my shaft to the knot at the base. It’s a featherlight touch that causes my balls to tighten in anticipation.

I’m mesmerized by her.

Captivated by her every move.

She dampens her lips, her nostrils flaring as she takes in my scent.

“That’s it,” Volt murmurs. “Give into the urge. You know you want to taste him.”

I swallow, no longer capable of glaring at him for his unwanted commentary.

Because his urging appears to be working.

Clove’s cheeks are tinted pink, her pupils blown with lust.

She glanced up at me, seeking approval.

I nod, not even sure what she’s asking to do. I really don’t care. My body belongs to her now. To torment. To lick. To touch. To fuck. Whatever she wants.

She bends, her silky hair tickling my abdomen.

A sharp exhale leaves my lungs as her lips taste my hip again. But then she starts to move, her mouth trailing wet kisses along my pelvic bone to my pulsating knot. She traces it with her tongue, the action so damn erotic that I nearly come undone.

My hands are fisted behind my head, the desire to grab her and thrust into her riding my spirit.

I want to claim her. Mark her. Declare my vows in blood.

The urge worsens as she slides her tongue up my shaft to the tip.

“Mmm, very good, sweetheart,” Volt praises. “Taste him properly now.”

She licks my head, a soft moan coming from her chest.

“Beautiful. Now lick him again. That precum is all for you, Clove. Don’t waste it.” Volt’s words are fucking killing me.

Because she does exactly what he says.

And then she takes my cock into her mouth.

Not gently.

But completely.

Sucking me all the way down, as far as she can possibly go before lifting up.

“You can do better than that, sweetling,” Volt says, his hand going to the back of her neck. “Relax your throat.”

My abdomen tightens as he starts pushing her back into my cock, her lips brushing my knot before she starts to gag.

He lets her pull away, but again tells her to relax as he starts the process again.

Fire licks through my veins, making it hard not to explode. But I want her to enjoy this, to understand it, to embrace it.

Her wolf is in her eyes again, her determination palpable as Volt tells her how good she is at this, how perfect she is for us, how he can’t wait to feel her mouth on him, and how she needs to finish this task to earn her prize.

My cum.

It’s what Omega’s crave from their mates. It’s how Tieran kept her grounded earlier—by feeding her drops of his essence.

I groan as Clove finds her rhythm, her wolf driving her as Volt continues to push her further, testing her limits.

She’s so small.

Yet she sucks me down like a goddamn champ.

“Fuck, Clove,” I breathe, panting with need. I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I have to touch her. To stroke her. To show my appreciation for this intense experience.

Volt releases her head, allowing me to thread my fingers through her hair and help guide her pace.

Not that she needs my assistance.

She’s turned into a cock sucking professional.

Because she’s given into her wolf.

She’s finally embracing her animal, coming to terms with who she is, learning to thrive as one—both beast and human.

It’s glorious. Breathtaking. Fucking alluring.

“He’s close,” Volt tells her, his palms moving along her back, offering her comfort and his purr while she devours me with her mouth.

It’s a hedonistic display, seeing him kneeling behind her while she sucks me off. I can almost picture him driving into her sweet cunt, knotting her as she gets me off.

Fuck yes.

Volt and I have never shared a female before.

None of us have, always choosing to play on our own.

But that’s all changing now.

“Deeper,” Volt tells her. “Wrap your hand around his knot and squeeze.”