Page 57 of Deviant Need

“Admit you cheat at Uno, or I’m giving you the biggest hickey anyone has ever seen. Choose.”

He blinks. “A what?”

“A hickey,” I say slower.

“I’m not cheating, you just suck at Uno, and you are too stubborn to admit it.”

I dive for his neck.

“Blyat,” he shouts, trying to twist away from me.

He shoves at my shoulders, but I press my mouth against the side of his neck and bite down hard, sucking the skin between my teeth.

He stops moving entirely, his body going rigid beneath me, and I work the flesh harder, feeling his pulse hammering wildly under my lips. The taste of salt and his body wash floods my tongue as I drag it slowly up the length of his neck, and when I suck harder and bite down again, he jerks underneath me with a broken sound.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Suck harder.”

His hands grip my arms, holding on desperately while his breathing and moaning pick up. I obey instantly, sucking harder until the skin pulls taut between my teeth. He groans, and I feel it vibrate against my mouth, spurring me on to bite down even more.

I want this mark dark and brutal, visible to everyone. Something that screams mine without a single word needing to be said. My mouth moves up to his ear, and I bite his earlobe, tugging it between my teeth before dragging my lips across his jaw to his mouth.

When I press my lips onto his, he makes this soft, desperate whimper, and I lose whatever control I had left. I grind down into him, my hard cock straining painfully against my boxers, and he gasps and arches his back to meet me. Our cocks rub together through the thin fabric separating us, and the friction is almost enough to make me come right there.

“Your mouth is incredible,” I whisper against his lips, barely pulling back enough to get the words out.

His hands slide down my chest to my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints, and then slip inside my boxers. He wraps his hand around my cock and pushes my foreskin down teasingly slow, exposing the sensitive head.

“I want you to fucking wreck me,” he whispers and bites his bottom lip while watching my face.

I crash my mouth back to his, rougher this time, and he keeps jerking me with maddeningly slow strokes that make my hips stutter. His thumb swipes over my slit and the precum there makes everything slick.

I grind harder against him, needing more friction, more contact, more of everything. His other hand tilts my head to the side so he can kiss me deeper, his tongue pushing into my mouth like he’s trying to consume me whole.

“You drive me crazy,” I groan against his lips.

A sudden pling from his laptop cuts through the moment.

We both go still, pulling apart and sitting up fast. We rush toward the laptop at the same time, and I tug at my boxers to adjust myself while he reaches for the screen.

“Just open it already. The waiting is worse than whatever’s in there.”

He slowly takes the laptop and moves to the couch, his hands shaking slightly. I follow and drop down next to him, close enough that our thighs press together.

He opens the email, and his eyes scan down the page, moving fast like he’s trying to absorb everything at once. I can’t read it properly from this angle until he hands me the screen, looking at me in confusion.

I crack up when I see the results. “Spanish, Portuguese, German, and you ended up with the Russians. That’s wild.”

He hums and immediately starts biting his nails, that anxious habit he can’t break. This doesn’t explain the look Father gets when I ask about Daniil’s background or explain why everyone shuts down the conversation instantly. So, what are they hiding?

Scanning the breakdown again, I read it more carefully this time. One possible living relative match in Germany, an older woman. No living relatives found in Spain or Portugal. The German percentage is high though, way higher than the others.

“Wait, French and West African too? Damn.” I frown at the screen. “That’s a lot of places.”

“I seriously spiraled for two weeks waiting for this?” he says and looks over at me. “I thought I’d find out I was secretly adopted from aliens or something.”

“I mean, that would’ve been easier.” I set the laptop down on the coffee table. “Because this is confusing. None of it explains why Father acts so weird about it.”

“It’s not enough information.” He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Nothing lines up. This entire thing just raises more questions.”