24. Danny
Chapter 24
Danny
R iley didn't stop me as I grabbed his hand and dragged through the crowd. We passed through the doors into the back corridor and ducked inside the storage closet. Mori would have my head later, but he could deal. Wasn't like it hadn't been used for this exact purpose a hundred times before.
Riley blinked in the bright light, looking around at the bottles in confusion. "What are we doing in a closet?"
My wolf growled in satisfaction at the knowledge that I was the first one to bring Riley back here. It shouldn't have been a surprise given only the supes and their mates knew about it, but still, it unlocked something in me.
I didn't answer Riley's question, instead advancing on him with a heated glare. He backed up until he collided with a table. He wasn't scared though—he knew he had nothing to fear from me.
I crudely cupped my erection. "You want to know who this is for?"
Riley's pink tongue flicked out over his lip as he eyed it. "Yes."
I undid the button on my jeans. "Tell me to stop, Ry."
He lifted his chin defiantly. "Don't stop."
I grabbed him around the back of his neck and licked up his throat. I nipped at his skin, my chest swelling at how he trembled. "Tell me to stop, Riley, or I'm going to put you on your knees and show you exactly who I'm hard for."
A sharp intake of breath. A shaking hand pressed to my chest. He tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck further. "Don't stop."
Oh fuck. The things this man did to me.
I stepped back, my wolf infusing my voice as I growled out an order. "On your knees, princess."
He sank down gracefully, his chest heaving.
My dick throbbed painfully at the sight of my mate kneeling for me. "Take my cock out, Ry."
He didn't hesitate. Relief surged through me as the pressure on my erection was finally released. Want rippled in my chest from Riley's end of the bond as he ran his fingers along my shaft. He traced every line. Every vein. Every inch. Our first night together had been a long time ago, and apparently, Riley wanted to refresh his memory.
His lips parted as he pulled back my foreskin to reveal the shiny head.
"That's right, princess," I said, winding my fingers through his hair. "This cock is all yours. You don't need to ask me who I'm hard for. It's you. Always you. It'll only ever be you ."
Uncertainty joined lust in the bond as Riley blinked up at me from behind his glasses. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because you were made for me," I said bluntly. "You're mine now, Riley. I'll remind you of it as often as you need me to until you finally believe it. There's no one else. There won't be anyone else. Why would there be when I've already found everything I could ever want or need?"
Panic replaced the uncertainty, telling me I'd pushed him too far. Baby steps , I reminded myself firmly. I thought frantically, trying to work out how to save this situation before it went south.
The answer was both simple and pleasing. Riley was happiest and least confused when everything was focused on sex.
So that was where I'd take it again.
"Are you going to suck my cock?" I thumbed at his lower lip, shivering as his tongue darted over it. "Do you want it? Want to taste it? To know it's all yours? That it's all for you?"
"Yes." Riley opened his mouth wider. "Do it."
I checked the bond again to find nothing but lust. Thank fuck for that. If lust was what it took to keep my mate settled and not stressed, then that was something I could work with.
I ran the head of my cock over his lips, smearing precum over them. "Such pretty lips. I can't wait to mess them up."
His tongue flicked out over the slit, making me hiss. Smirking, he cupped my arse and pulled me closer.
I groaned as he sank down on my shaft, swallowing as much as he could. His eyes danced with mischief as he looked up at me. It was a challenge I knew all too well from him. I might've been the more dominant one during our first night together, but the years of friendship had flipped our dynamic.
Riley had had me wrapped around his little finger long before we shared a mating bond.
"Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking," I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. Not to control his movement, just clinging on for dear life. "I'm definitely not in charge here."
Riley made a sound that might've been a laugh if my cock hadn't been halfway down his throat. He held me there for a moment before pulling off until he just had the tip in his mouth. He pulled back my foreskin, making me shiver as he laved his tongue over my sensitive glans.
"Oh fuck, princess," I moaned loudly. "How is this the first time I've had your mouth on me? We could've been doing this for fucking years ."
Riley pulled off. Ignoring my whine, he frowned up at me. "This is the first time I've done this to you?"
I huffed impatiently. "When else would you have done it? I sucked you off that first night, but you didn't return the favour."
Riley's Adam's apple bobbed. "You remember that night?"
"Every fucking detail, princess." I stroked his cheek as I answered him hoarsely. "Especially after sleeping with you again. It all came screaming back. I know I wasn't supposed to think about it, but I couldn't help it. How could I when it was so perfect?"
I could feel Riley struggling with something through the bond. Eventually, he whispered six words. Six words that gave me enough hope for the both of us.
"It was perfect for me too."
I had no time to respond. Riley returned to sucking me like he had something to prove. Or maybe it was his way of trying to not feel the other emotion in the bond. The one he liked to pretend wasn't there. Like if he ignored it enough, it might go away on its own.
Poor bloke had no chance. Love didn't fuck off. The person you felt it for could leave you. Reject you. Die, even. But it never took away the love you felt for them.
Not this kind of love, anyway. It was the type that the romance authors Oscar's book club loved so much wrote about. I'd felt it once before and never expected to experience it again.
Now that I was, I wasn't letting it go. Riley would come around; I had total faith in that. If he wanted to run from love, from us, he could try.
I loved nothing more than a good chase.
"That's it, princess," I moaned as he worked me over. I was too big for him to take all the way in, but he made up for it by wrapping one hand around the base of my shaft and jacking me. Saliva was running down my cock, slicking the way for him.
Fuck, this was insane. All of my nerve ends were firing. I'd had hundreds of blowjobs in the past, but none like this. Was it the mating bond?
Or was it just because it was Riley?
Whatever it was, I was so damned grateful. If he asked me to, I'd get on my knees for Riley every morning just to give thanks for any shred of attention he wanted to throw my way.
No, that wasn't a healthy attitude, but I truly didn't give a fuck. My feelings for Riley were mine and mine alone. I didn't care what anyone else might say or think.
The end was in sight, Riley working me over like he was delivering a masterclass. My balls were drawn up tight to my body, his deft fingers massaging them as my orgasm raced closer. Tempted as I was to drag this out, I was very aware that he was kneeling on a concrete floor. Not wanting him in any discomfort, I let Riley take me to the brink. "I'm so close, Ry. Pull off it you don't want to swallow."
Riley full-on rolled his eyes before taking me deeper. The heat of his throat wrapped around the head of my cock, and it was all over.
My moan morphed into a snarl as I came, hot spurts of cum filling my mate's throat. Riley swallowed every drop hungrily, but he wasn't done, pulling off and licking up my shaft like it was a dripping ice cream cone.
Fuck. My wolf liked that. He saw this as another way of claiming Riley as ours.
Baby steps, I reminded him.
My wolf settled with a grumble, leaving me to help Riley to his feet. When he was upright, I wasted no time in drawing him close, resting my forehead against his. "Thank you."
Riley's lips were so close to me that I could smell myself on him. A rumble started low in my chest at the thought of marking him with my scent all over. I'd always done it with him. He probably hadn't noticed, but every time I'd hugged him over the years, I'd been scent marking him. I don't think it was a conscious decision at first, but after a while, I knew I was doing it. I'd told myself it was to keep him safe. That if any strange supes came across him, they'd know to give him a wide berth.
In reality, I think it was because my wolf knew Riley was mine before I was ready to admit it.
And he wanted everyone to know it.
Riley hadn't pulled closer. It was costing me everything to not close the distance between us. To not say ‘fuck it all' and kiss him.
But Riley needed to be the one to take that step. Deep down, I knew that.
Just as I knew he wasn't going to take it tonight.
He proved me right by pulling out of my arms and looking anywhere but at me. "So, that's what this room is used for."
"Pretty much." I swallowed down the hurt his rejection caused before he could feel it in the bond. "Hence all the lube."
"Ah." Riley searched the tubes out, hidden between all the bottles. I knew it was an excuse so he didn't need to look at me, but I didn't call him on it. "Guess we should probably get back out there before people come looking."
I wanted to insist he let me return the favour. To remind him I could feel how much he wanted me through the bond. I wanted so desperately to feel his pleasure, to know I was the one causing it.
But I'd promised not to push him.
I might've still done it if I hadn't also been able to feel his uncertainty. The fear that maybe we shouldn't have done that.
Instead, I grinned at him like my heart wasn't aching, yanking the door open. "You're right. Besides, you need to actually spend time with your other friends tonight or they'll be pissed."
Relief shone so brightly along the bond that I almost stumbled. I paused for a second after Riley exited, tugging in several deep breaths and rubbing my chest.
I'd thought the mating bond would be a blessing. That it would help me understand Riley better and where he was coming from.
And it did. That much was right.
But I was starting to think it wasn't a blessing.
It was a curse.
How could I push Riley, knowing it came from a genuine place of fear? How could I guard my heart knowing he truly wanted me, but might accidentally break it anyway?
The answer was simple.
I couldn't.