Chapter 29

Jesse was only seconds from begging, and he knew it. Gideon probably knew it, too. He was always sensitive to the moment when Jesse became completely undone, anticipating the half-formed, desperate pleas. The tips of Gideon’s fangs hooked on the loose skin, creating tiny marks and scratches that welled with small, warm drops of blood that splashed on Gideon’s tongue. Jesse throbbed, and clenched around his fingers.

“Please…Gideon. I’m ready for you…please.”

Gideon made a sound that was half-grunt, half-moan. But his hand didn’t leave Jesse’s ass, and his mouth didn’t relinquish its hold on his sac. He added a third finger to his strokes, twisting his hand every time he pushed inside. It filled Jess more, even though he knew only Gideon’s cock would truly make him feel complete.