The sound trailed off, and Javik hesitated when Damon's hand came close to his throat. Old reflexes welled up in him, and the urge to bat him away was nearly overpowering. He hadn't survived a war of extinction by being careless, even when he was intimate.

Common sense, and alcohol, eventually won, and he tipped his chin up briefly to give Damon more access. It was short lived, as his answer to Damon's question was to drop his head again, sinking his teeth into his inner thigh. One of his hands pulled up over Damon's hip, palming his cock though the fabric of his pants.