Chapter 64

“Fucking Jonah meant nothing to me. Not like fucking you.”

“I know, Sir.” Each word was accompanied with a ragged breath. Gideon knew what every breath, every moan, every whimper from Jesse meant. Right now, he knew Jesse was in that place just between pleasure and pain. “But I’m greedy for you.”

“Just me?” He caught the nipple now between his fingers, squeezing tighter as he reached to turn the crank. “If I told you you’d never get your hands or mouth on David’s cock, would you be disappointed?”

Jesse tried to squirm against his restraints, but he didn’t have much success. “No, Sir.”

The skin chafed at the nearest rope. Gideon bent his head and dragged his tongue over it, worming beneath the binding to steal some of the heat. It was tempting to bring the fangs out and make the skin burst, allowing beads of blood to flow over his lips, but Gideon held back. Later. When he was buried in Jesse’s ass. He would take what they both wanted.