Chapter 154: A marking for two
"Kellen, what you just said...I only had plans to touch you a little, tease you just enough, but you keep throwing wrenches into all of my plans. I thought you were going to back down, but I sometimes forget how fearless you are." Rhys smirked, before licking his lips. Kellen almost swallowed his tongue from the heat of his golden gaze.
"I’m not fearless." Kellen protested, and Rhys chuckled.
"You are. And I would never be upset at you for being possessive. I would love it." His hands left his waist and Kellen watched as he reach down, undoing the last button on his shirt that Kellen hadn’t gotten to. He pulled the rest of his shirt off, and smirked when Kellen’s gaze wouldn’t leave his exposed chest. "Go ahead Kellen, mark me. Do it hard enough that everyone knows I belong to you." The Esper leaned back, exposing the long column of his throat and collar bones to his Guide.
Kellen hesitated for only a second before leaning forward, as if seeing his exposed skin, and the Captain presenting himself to be marked compelled him.
Within seconds, Kellen found himself with his face pressed against the skin of his throat, his tongue tentatively licking a spot. The Captain’s fingers threaded into his hair and Kellen felt him dig his nails into his scalp. A shiver of pleasure went down his spine. The soft breath fanning over his own skin made this moment feel even bigger, even hotter.
"Do it hard, Kellen. Make me bleed. Prove to everyone I’m yours." It was a softly spoken order, and Kellen felt his palms begin to sweat.
Swallowing, Kellen sunk his teeth into his skin and pulled a groan from Rhys’ mouth. His fingers tightened in Kellen’s hair, and Kellen shifted closer, their cocks brushing in the moment. The Captain’s breaths came in pants and Kellen sunk his teeth deeper, clenching his jaw as the tight pain of the Captain’s fingers in his hair overwhelmed his senses. He sealed his lips around the bite, sucking gently, his mouth salivating the longer he held down. The Captain couldn’t contain the groan of pleasure, and it only spurred Kellen on.
Shifting even closer, Kellen cupped the other side of the Captain’s neck, sinking his teeth further until the metallic taste of blood began to seep into his mouth. Pleased, Kellen relaxed his jax, slowly pulling away from the wound he’d made. He sat back, his hand still on the other side of the Captain’s neck, to admire his handiwork.
The teeth marks were deep, with his canines having punctured deep enough to draw blood. It was going to swell, and leave a deep, deep mark. It was red, and angry, like a brand. Kellen felt his head swim when he saw it. He was dizzy with the power seeing the mark on his skin did to him.