I wouldn't say I didn't love it. I drank it all down, taking the ones that slipped with my index and sucking it in like a starved man. Panting, I looked up at him, my cheeks flushed and eyes dilated. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
Drake smirked. Reaching for my cheeks, he rubbed a circle on them with his right thumb. “You sure as hell know how to use your mouth, Palt. You will be the death of us someday.” He muttered those last words like he didn't wish to say them, but had to.
I grinned at that. It seemed Drake could see the future. I would be their death. Soon, after everything is done, I will avenge my mate, the same one they killed.
He knelt in front of me and placed his hands on my thighs, urging me to open my legs, which I did. My dick was now painfully hard, my hole clenching.
“Do you know if this has a cure?” He whispered, almost like he was speaking to himself.
“Pardon?”
