“Hmph. Iwantto be down here,” Poppy said mildly.
His unexpected sass made me chuckle. I carded my fingers fondly through his hair.
“All right, you win. Go ahead and s—”
My failed words came out as a choked cry. With unmatched speed and grace, Poppy already had his lips wrapped around the head of my cock. The ripple of pleasure that rocketed up my spine made me stand ramrod-straight, and I breathed hard through my nose in a desperate attempt to keep quiet. Didn’t need the whole damned nosy family stumbling in to see Poppy blowing me in the kitchen.
But Poppy gave me a run for my money, and keeping my trap shut was harder than expected. His mouth was fucking heavenly.Wet, velvety, slick; a symphony of sensation that felt fucking incredible to sink my cock into.
My mind went blank as I succumbed to pure ecstasy. I bit my tongue to stop myself from moaning out loud, but I couldn’t stop the little grunts and breaths of pleasure that escaped me. It all felt too damn good. I focused on running my fingers through Poppy’s hair to ground myself. The fluffy, silky strands cascaded over my hands like flowing water. He was beautiful. Perfect.
I choked down a hiss as Poppy hummed softly around my cock. The vibration electrified me. My nerves were on fire, charged and dancing with glee. The pleasure came at me hard and fast, like I was pent up and denied release, but I wasn’t. It just feltthatamazing. Why was Poppy so fucking good at this?
As his slow, deliberate tongue caressed my sensitive flesh, I found myself barreling towards the edge. My cock and heartbeat both throbbed. My pulse ran hot as lava. My fingers curled in Poppy’s hair as I tried to rein myself back, but I couldn’t stop it—his mouth was just too fucking hot.
I came with a stifled groan, wave after wave of pleasure rolling down my spine. Once the stars faded and I could think again, I gasped for air. Poppy had already swallowed my load and pulled off, wiping the corner of his mouth with a mischievous smile.
My legs trembled. I grabbed the nearest chair and collapsed into it, pulling my pants back up. “Fuck,” I muttered, still breathless. “You’re so, so hot.”
He looked pleased with himself—in more ways than one. I noticed the tent in front of his sweats. “Really?”
I nodded and patted my knees. “Come here.”
Poppy sat in my lap, draping his arms around my shoulders. He didn’t fuss as I snaked my hand past his waistband and found his erection. He shivered as I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly. I could tell he was already close, too.
He let out a shaky breath as he rested his head on top of mine. “Mm... That’s so nice...”
I bit my lip. Just knowing Poppy was turned on by my touch was enough to get me half hard again.
Head to head, we shared each other’s warm breath while I kept stroking him. His frame jerked and twitched. His whispered moans were lost in my hair. I held his back firmly as he went boneless, leaning his full weight on me as he lost himself to pleasure.
Poppy shuddered. He buried his face in my hair, biting back a high moan as he finished in my hand. Then he stilled, contentedly nuzzling my head.
I smiled at how relaxed he felt sitting in my lap. He trusted me to hold him upright, to make sure he didn’t fall. And I sure as hell wouldn’t ever let him go.
Suddenly, Poppy bolted upright.
I scrambled to grab his back so the abrupt motion wouldn’t knock him over.
“Poppy?” I asked.
He stared blankly into space for a second before focusing his round gaze on me.
And then I knew we were about to be parents.
20
Poppy
The egg was coming.
As the warning signs blared in my mind, my wolf form took over. I slipped to all four paws as the first wave hit me. It rippled across my fur. I shook it out, then began to pace around the kitchen.
Viol’s chair nearly toppled over as he scrambled to his feet. “Poppy? Is it happening?”
I whimpered in response. I was too distracted to speak in words. All I wanted to do was reach my den.
“Should I carry you upstairs?” Viol asked frantically. Then without waiting for my reply, he said, “I’m carrying you upstairs.”