Chapter 33

When Tau moves lower, he uses his hands to lift Hartley’s hips toward him. Despite the alley’s darkness, Hartley’s white briefs seem to shine, the erection hidden within straining the thin fabric. Tau runs his tongue over the elastic band at the waist of the briefs, then over the folds of material at the crotch. He traces the outline of Hartley’s hard dick, pulling back when Hartley pushes up at him. “Let me enjoy this,” he chides.

Hartley grabs Tau’s mane in both hands and shoves the lion’s face into his briefs. “No time,” he says.

Tau’s hot breath curls between his legs, into his briefs, around his balls. With a roar, Tau shakes his head to loosen Hartley’s grip and stretches his mouth around the bulge before him—Hartley’s cock and balls disappear between those fanged canines, whose sharp points can be felt through his woefully thin briefs. One bite, those teeth say. One wrong word, one misstep, one snap of these powerful jaws and these jewels are gone.