Phoenix Found (Brothers of Fire #5)

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

Even though it was Oliver’s bedroom, and he’d locked the door, there was something a little debauched about unzipping and sticking his dick through the hole in the screen. A screen Perrin had repaired and created specifically for this…for him.

For them.

No one had ever done something like this for him. It was the weirdest, most wonderful present ever and served no purpose aside from assuaging his curiosity.

He pulled his dick out and gave it a stroke. Not that he needed to, as he was hard and had been since he’d sat in the drawing room waiting for Perrin.

And even though it was Perrin on the other side, his heartbeat quickened. “This feels a little naughty.”

“Uh-huh. That’s half the fun.” Perrin’s voice was a little rougher than normal.

What did his other form look like? He hadn’t wanted to ask what ghouls look like in case people at the castle put two and two together and correctly got four. Not that it was a secret. Or at least he didn’t want it to be .

An open secret, that’s what Allard had called it.

He put the tip to the hole, and Perrin licked the head slowly as though he wanted to make sure he tasted every millimeter. He watched Perrin’s tongue as it pressed against the slit and then slid underneath. Was his tongue also longer? Or had it always been like that?

He couldn’t remember. But then, in the bathtub, he hadn’t been paying attention to Perrin’s tongue. Unable to resist, he moved a little closer. The head of his cock disappeared through the hole. Now it wasn’t just Perrin’s tongue, as his lips joined it. Licking and sucking and teasing.

Oliver drew a shuddering breath.

There was no visual, only touch, and somehow it was so much more intense because he didn’t know what was coming next. Would it be a lick? Or would Perrin suck on the head of his cock, using his tongue to tease?

He crept forward and rocked his hips, offering more. He needed more.

This time felt different from in the bathtub. Maybe it was the angle or the way that Perrin was in control, and all he had to do was stand there and let it happen. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. His hips moved as he gave into each sensation.

It didn’t matter how hard he tried to hold back. The heat in his blood dragged him over the edge. Like his magic, he had so little control. He gasped and came with a groan.

He wanted to run his fingers through Perrin’s hair, kiss him, and taste himself on his lover’s tongue. His skin tingled, and flames danced over his fingers as though reveling in delight. It was several heartbeats before he managed to bring them under control, and it was only then that he stepped back.

He wanted to burn the screen down and break the promise that he wouldn’t look at Perrin’s other form. But he didn’t because if he did, the moment would be over.

His hand shook a little as he straightened his clothes. “I’m ready if you are.”

Perrin growled. “I’ve been holding back, waiting for you.”

Oliver’s lips curved. Before he dropped to his knees, Perrin’s cock poked through the hole, demanding to be attended to. The feet beneath the screen were tipped with claws, not nails, and the toes were far longer than a human’s should be.

His fingers would be longer, too, and tipped with claws. What would they feel like running through his hair? Cupping his head as they kissed? Scraping over his skin?

A shiver of delight traced up his spine at the idea of claws on his body. He kneeled, and the nerves that he was somehow going to do this wrong made it hard to breathe.

“Tell me if I’m messing up.” His voice was a little too squeaky.

“At this point, as long as your mouth is touching me, you can’t do it wrong.”

Right…though that isn’t what Perrin had done. No, he’d licked and sucked, drawn him deep, and then pulled back to kiss the tip. He’d teased and tormented until it had become too much.

He needed to do that.

Knowing that Perrin was standing there with his claws and long fingers, desperately wanting him, was more than a little exciting. He ran his fingertip along one side of the hard length. The skin was pale but ruddy, and the head was large and plump. Oliver wasn’t sure it would fit in his mouth.

But there was only one way to find out.

He took a breath and flicked his tongue over the head, attempting to tease Perrin the way Perrin had teased him before letting the head slide into his mouth. His jaw felt too stretched. How had Perrin taken him deep enough that Oliver hit the back of his throat?

He wanted Perrin’s hand on his head, claws and all.

“That’s it,” Perrin murmured.

Oliver wiggled his tongue and bobbed his head, liking the velvety feel of Perrin’s cock against his lips as it moved in and out over his tongue. Spit trickled out of the corners of his mouth. The first taste of bitter pre-cum on his tongue made him draw back out of surprise.

“If you don’t want to swallow, I’ll tell you when to move.” He kicked his underwear beneath the screen. “So there’s no mess.”

He’d thought this through far more than Oliver.

There wasn’t much to swallow. He knew that from his own jerk-off sessions. “I want to.”

He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and, with a touch more confidence, set about seeing if he could get more than the head in his mouth. He wasn’t sure if using his hand was cheating, and he also didn’t care because he liked the way Perrin’s cock felt. Hot and hard and thicker than his own. It was as he stroked that he realized there was a ridge running along each side of the shaft. And now that he’d noticed, he couldn’t un-notice. When he ran his thumb over it, Perrin grunted.

With each heartbeat, the ridges became more pronounced, and Perrin began thrusting. Oliver attacked the head with his tongue like he needed to lick it clean.

Cum spilled into his mouth.

And for a second, he forgot how to swallow and thought cum was going to come out of his nose before he remembered. The head pressed against the corner of his lips as if it was changing shape .

He drew back, and the last jet of cum caught him on the cheek.

The ridges were now visible, and they had broadened the head, making it flare like the base of an arrow.

The screen rattled, and Perrin was breathing hard.

Oliver glanced up. Four very long fingers tipped in black claws curled over the top. He stood and placed his hand over those fingers and rested his forehead on the screen, imagining Perrin doing much the same.

“I guess I should leave you to, um…un-stretch or something.”

“Thank you. It’s been a long time.” The long fingers laced with his for a couple of heartbeats before sliding away and disappearing behind the screen.

Oliver wanted to say something, but he didn’t know what. Perrin wasn’t some terrifying monster, even though that’s what he claimed to be. But he never gave people a chance to see him. If he did, he might find they liked him.

“Well, you don’t need to leave it so long next time. Now we have our own little hole in the wall.”

Perrin gave a low laugh. “True. I will be back late. You don’t need to wait up.”

But he wanted to.