I was surprised to see him in bed at all. Most nights he made some excuse and left the condo entirely. I think he rode his bike all night, looking for Remington, determined to end this without Lacey’s help for some reason now. Apparently, last night he’d grown tired enough to crawl into bed with me.

He cleared his throat while I stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do. He and I still hadn’t talked about what we wanted from each other and hadn’t touched since last week. He was too busy searching for Remington everyday.

His oversized hand wrapped around my arm and I looked over at him.

“Come here,” he grumbled, dragging me closer. I sucked in a breath and considered clawing at the sheets to get away from him but before I knew it he’d pulled me against him, my back against his chest as I faced away from him.

“Let me help,” he said with a gruff voice.

“My control…” I said and his arm tightened around my shoulders like steel.

“If you lose control I can hold you down,” he said against my ear, making me shudder all over. His hand dug into my pajama pants, tugging them down until I sprung free. He kicked the blankets off me entirely and I looked down at my red cock, stretched across the sheets with obscene hardness.

I wet my lips in anticipation, waiting for his hand to go around me. Instead, he kept holding me tightly for a second, not doing anything.

“I can hold you like this and still use my mouth,” he whispered in my ear, making the breath catch in my throat. He meant he could take his head off and give me it to fuck. The idea was depraved.

“Okay,” I said. He pulled his head off and moved it over my hip, gripping it by his own hair as he pulled it towards my cock. I was afraid to look down as I felt his mouth on me. I’d been terrified and disturbed when I saw him do this while fucking Puca.

I’d also been turned on.

I gasped and bucked as his lips slid over my tip. Dullahan’s arm gripped my shoulders tighter, holding me as his hips shifted forward, grinding against my ass. He was encouraging me to thrust into his mouth. I was shocked for a moment as I felt his detached head in my lap, sucking my erection and his hips thrusting and grinding against me so that I’d push deeper into his mouth again and again.

The shock melted away to warm pleasure as my muscles relaxed. My concern about fucking Dullahan’s detached head was shoved into the very back of my lust-fueled brain.

I groaned and reached down, cradling his head as I picked up the pace. He let me hold his head as I panted and growled. My fingers slid through his hair and down his face. My tail snaked up his leg behind me. Quickly he snatched it, holding it before it got to his cock.