So Far Gone in You(Primal Heat 2)(27)

“My turn, little wildcat.”

When Olin lifted upward to take the head into his mouth, Coop grabbed a few pillows and tucked them under Olin upper body. The taste of Coop exploded on Olin’s tongue. He sucked at Coop eagerly as he wrapped his arms around the man’s solid thighs.

“That’s it, my little leopard. Suck me, baby.”

Coop gripped his cock and began to stroke the hard shaft as Olin used his tongue to twirl around the heated flesh. When he glanced up, he saw that the swirls in Coop’s eyes had grown darker, more frantic. Coop panted heavily, and his sharp canines were fully extended.

Do it. Beg the man to fuck you.

Olin closed his eyes as he sucked Coop farther into his mouth. No, he had to fight the urge. He couldn’t give in to what his leopard wanted. Olin dug his fingernails into the flesh of Coop’s thighs and then heard the man hiss.

“Are you sure you want to keep resisting what we both want?” Coop asked in a deep and guttural voice as sweat began to trickle down his temple. Olin could tell that Coop was fighting the urge just as much as he was.

“Here it comes.”

Coop grunted as Olin sucked the hard cock farther into his mouth. Coop stroked his hand faster and then threw his head back, letting out a strangled cry. Olin coughed, trying to take as much of Coop’s cum as he could, but it became too much, and he let it flow freely down the side of his cheek.

Coop blinked a few times and wiped at his face before he scooted back and gazed down at Olin. The guy’s ever-ready smile appeared before he slid his finger through his seed. “Tell me where a rag is, and I’ll clean you up.”

“Bathroom across the hall.”

Olin lay there limp as a noodle and didn’t want to move. Although he was hungry, he was drained. Coop got off the bed and dressed. Olin closed his eyes as he listened to the jangle of Coop’s belt as the man finished dressing. The sound of the door opening floated toward Olin, but he was too tired to open his eyes.

A minute later, Coop was back and wiping Olin’s face. “You need to get up. I’m starved, and I’m not answering any of your aunt’s questions about where you are.”

Coop grabbed Olin’s hand and pulled him from the bed. Olin wobbled slightly and nearly fell over. His pants were still around his legs. Coop chuckled and helped Olin right them.

“The spaghetti smells wonderful,” Coop commented before he laid the cloth on the bed and then lead Olin from the room. It did smell good, and Olin’s exhaustion fled as his stomach rumbled loudly.

When they entered the kitchen, everyone was already seated. Aunt Mya gave Olin a knowing glance, and Olin wanted to crawl under the table from embarrassment.

Ollie leaned in and whispered into Olin’s ear, “Heard you two. Next time shove a sock in the guy’s mouth.”

Olin’s gaze snapped to Aunt Mya, and she pretended she wasn’t paying them any attention as she readied Olin’s and Coop’s plates, but he knew she’d heard it as well. Could he be any more mortified?

Karidon’s infamous pirate smile was in place, and Uncle Fester was busy digging into his food, but his gaze flickered to Coop repeatedly.

Great. Everyone in the house had heard Coop’s loud mouth. Coop didn’t seem the least bit bothered. He accepted the plate from Olin’s aunt and then dug in as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

“So,” Aunt Mya said as she set Olin’s plate on the table, “Karidon tells me that you and Coop are going to have a family.”

Olin choked on the tea he’d been drinking, spraying the liquid halfway across the table. Aunt Mya slapped his back as he choked a bit.

“Oh no!” Karidon shook his head as he held his hands up. “That’s not what I said. I told you that Coop was in Primal Heat.”

She smiled as if delighted that Olin would finally get his shit together. “Same thing.”

“You knocked my nephew up?” Uncle Fester asked as he twirled his fork around the strands of spaghetti.

“Fester!” Olin cried out.

“Not yet,” Coop answered, as if the question were the appropriate thing to ask over dinner.

“What are you waiting for?” Uncle Fester asked before shoveling a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

Coop glanced at Olin.

Aunt Mya waved a hand at her brother. “Leave them be. It’s a private matter.”

“But you brought it up,” Ollie pointed out to their aunt before he bit into his twisty roll.

“I have a right to know what’s going on with Olin,” Aunt Mya defended with a sniff.

“And I don’t?” Uncle Fester countered after swallowing his mouthful. “You just asked a little more politely than I did.”