Chapter 17

Killan continued to lavish attention on Ackely's manhood without pause. Killan savored the taste, relishing every lick, nip, and suck as if it were a delectable ice cream treat. Ackerly had come close to comprehending all that it was capable of.

He couldn't resist the allure of his mate, his desire for him growing with each passing moment. "I can't get enough of this, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with longing. A low, menacing growl rumbled deep in Killan's chest.

Killan sensually curled his tongue around Ackerly's manhood, savoring it like a sweet treat. Ackerly's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body tense with anticipation. His lips parted, revealing a glistening trail of saliva that had formed at the corner of his mouth. All that escaped from his throat was a guttural growl, primal and feral, like a wild cat in the throes of passion.