Sleeves by Chanse Lowell, K. I. Lynn, Shenani Whatagans Read Free Book Online Page B

me?” he whispered.
    “Because tomorrow when you wake, I want you to know someone cares about you as a person. That you’re not just a cock in a cage, banging on the door, begging to be released. I didn’t let you out so you could run wild and harm people. I coaxed you out by stroking your fur, helping you find your way to sources of survival so you could live in peace.” She stroked his cheeks with her thumbs and he wasn’t sure what to do.
    Should he tell her to knock this shit off?
    “My face stings now,” he said.
    “It’ll stop.” She leaned to the right and licked where her thumb was, then blew across it.
    Tingles and chills immediately raced across his cheekbone and up to his temple, making the skin feel tight and oh God . . . Pleasure rippled through him at the heated look she gave him.
    His groin tightened. He scooted closer and smiled with a lazy grin.
    “Should I try that on the other side?”
    “Mmmnnn,” he hummed and simply watched her.
    “You’re adorable, and I love how innocent you are when you’re not pretending to be a silverback gorilla on crack,” she teased.
    “Shut up and lick me,” he said, his fists bunching into the sheets beneath him. He braced himself for racking torture, but this time, it was brief, and the cooling effect smothered the pain almost instantly, so the jarring sting was momentary.
    “I like you,” he whimpered when she rubbed both thumbs across the cooling spots.
    “I like you, too. Hold still.” She centered her face, lined it up with his and her tongue extended, wetting the seam of his lips.
    His mouth parted open, and as she blew across the moisture, something happened to him.
    It was like every gear in his body exploded.
    All at once, he was looking down, and she was below him, lying on his bed. He had her pinned down, and he was kissing her.
    It was like nothing he could describe—tasting her was a miracle.
    His body hummed, sang and vibrated like the slow embers of a flame, heating a hearth and a home into a delicious sense of comfort and stability.
    It burned. Yes, it hurt, but it was too good to be painful.
    “Want you—gotta have . . . Jesus! I have to fuck you,” he whimpered and then he was pushing his jeans down to his hips.
    “Slow down,” she said, her eyes going wide, but still dark with lust.
    “No! Can’t. I . . . Can’t do this—it’s not safe.” His hands shook as he ripped at her jeans, too. Images flashed through his head of her pink, wet pussy, pulsing around his cock. He saw nipples one at a time being pressed between his puckered lips; could imagine her breath in his mouth afterward as his tongue invaded her once more.
    But then she cupped his cheeks. “Look at me, Kel. You have to think about this. You’re scared, sweetie. Look at how your entire body is tensed up. You’re hurting yourself, but you’re so frenzied, you—”
    “Fuck! This is how I killed her, too!” He pushed himself off her, paced next to the bed and kicked his dresser, making a loud cracking noise. The healing scabs on the bottom of his foot throbbed for a moment but it went away quickly.
    “It’s okay—no one’s hurt here,” Casey said, only it wasn’t Casey he heard.
    It was Hannah.
    “Ahhhhh! Leave!” He tucked his chin to his chest, screwed his eyes shut, wrapped his arms around his head and gripped so hard, it finally felt normal again. This was the pain he liked and knew.
    He slammed his shoulder blindly into the wall.
    “Stop. I’ll go. Just don’t . . . I can’t stand to think of you hurt,” she said.
    “I told you before, Hannah, I only hurt myself to feel better; now leave before they find you. Get out of my fucking cage!” His throat constricted, and this gurgling, feral grunt ripped out of him. He turned toward the wall and banged his forehead into it repeatedly.
    “Not yet. I can’t go, not until . . .”
    Hands were everywhere. Pulling his hair and pinching his sides then groping his ass.
    His balls were stroked over and