He stared in disbelief as I got to my feet, a little awkwardly, since my own cock had somehow gotten hard enough to press uncomfortably against my zipper.
"You want my mouth?" I demanded.
Calder frowned. "You're the one who wanted to suck me off, Jared."
I took a step forward, getting right in his face. Well, I had to tip my head up to do it, but it counted. "If you want my mouth, you'll have to fucking take it," I said, slowly and clearly. "Fuck it. Shove your cock down my throat. Pin me by the neck and pinch my jaw to keep my mouth open, choke me, make me swallow every fucking drop of your come, knot my mouth—"
With a savage snarl, Calder ripped his claws out of the tree, retracting them as he went, and grabbed the back of my head, jerking me into a brutal kiss that bruised my lips against my teeth.
He bit more than kissed, savaging my lips, swallowing my desperate moans.
