Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 29

He grabbed my hand and tugged me over to my desk, pushing me against it before kissing me, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he tugged at my shirt. “Leon, we aren’t at home. I am not stripping off,” I growl, reminding him we were at work, biting his lips. Yet his hands still roamed, uncaring for my words as he kissed me with a hunger that matched his bloodlust.

The way that his tongue moved in my mouth, messy and passionate but also so skillful, made my cock twitch in my slacks. It was already hard, very hard, and I could feel pre-cum leaking out the tip of my cock. The way that his hands moved over me and his tongue tangled against mine promised pleasure, and his whole body was trembling with the need to give it to me.

Falling to his knees, he looked up at me with a smile. I could see how excited he was, rubbing his hand over the bulge in my pants. The friction made me shudder slightly. It was so hard that I felt more sensitive than usual.

Seeing him on his knees before me made my cock twitch, and I didn’t think I would last very long once he started.

With trembling fingers, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zip down, his fingers moving inside, and he pulled out my cock. Leon smiles when he finds his prize.

“See, some secrets are worth keeping, aren’t they?” Leon purrs.

I looked down at him as he took my cock in his hand, stroking it up and down. I shook my head a little in response to his question, but I really didn’t think I would be able to speak. My whole body was tense and ready for the incredible release that I knew was only moments away.

nose along it before swiping his tongue across my shaft, I could hear Thane and Rhen next

my lip, wondering how long it would take for them to stop

or would she watch and enjoy the show? Would she want to join us? She was

was brought right back to the moment when Leon took the head of my cock in his

as my pleasure overwhelmed me, I stopped caring about the people around us and the chances of getting caught. There was only one thing that mattered at that moment, and that was his warmth, mouth

of my length. Looking up at me, he maintained eye contact as he took me as deep as he could. He hardly gagged at all, not even when he took me so deep that his nose was

with the pleasure that it was bringing me but also incredibly impressed with his skill. I always was. When he started to move his head back and forth,

pleasure just from my cock stretching out his

and the hand on my hip as he urged me to thrust into his mouth. He kept sucking as

my knees become weak as my pleasure built

tracing my shaft, and I thrust my cock to the back of his throat until I found myself close to

his fangs graze my aroused flesh as he drew blood. The sight of him enjoying my cock just as much as I was enjoying him sucking. It made it sweeter. It made my orgasm more