Chapter 21

Sam released him with a wet plop and dragged his lips along the vein running beneath his shaft. He glanced up through his lashes when he reached the crown, but rather than take it into his mouth like he had Elijah’s balls, he ringed the swollen ridge with the tip of his tongue. Hot breath wrapped around the length. Hotter fingers replaced where his mouth had been on the sac.

“You make me think there’s no such thing as enough,” Sam murmured.

For a moment, the satisfaction at hearing Sam’s soft declaration superseded the pleasure of his soft tongue. He tightened his fingers in Sam’s hair and forced his head back, until their eyes met. “There doesn’t have to be.”

Sam froze. It was the first time all night Elijah had had a good look into his eyes, and what he thought he saw there made his knees threaten to buckle.