Rhys
I didn't give Kayden a single second to breathe or wait for a reply before I shoved my tongue back into his mouth. This time, the kiss was filthy and wet; I wanted to taste the back of his throat—anywhere I could get my tongue to reach.
"So soft," I murmured against his lips, sucking on his bottom lip until I heard him whimper, before I swallowed him whole again.
Then, I began to stroke his cock with a relentless, punishing rhythm. I could feel his slick everywhere—on his thighs, on my hand, and the scent of it was filling my head. I felt him coming apart again, moaning helplessly into my mouth.
His fingers dug into my scalp, pulling at my hair each time I worked my hand up the length of him.
"Look at you," I growled against his lips, my chest heaving. "You're a fucking mess for me, aren't you? And that's why you should be fit for it! I want to hear how much you want this, Alpha!"
