Page 26 of Hunted

“Hmm, seems like this loup can be tamed after all,” I tease, sealing my promise with a kiss. He moans in reply, a suffocating groan that I gladly swallow, while my hand is drifting down so the pad of my thumb can settle over his Adam’s apple and own that too.

I kiss him like nothing else matters, licking and sucking on his mouth and tongue, scraping my teeth over the fragile flesh right by the corners of his lips. His breath hitches and I pick up speed, my balls already heavy and ready to explode. My brain feels foggy with sleep, and when Olivier turns over his shoulder and gives me another of those soft smiles, I fall that much deeper for him.

It somehow pulls me close to the edge and I let out a roar before I bite down into Olivier’s neck, only to soothe the bruise and flick my tongue back up to his mouth.

“Say you’re mine,” I grunt.

“I’m yours,” he replies immediately, and it’s all I need for our lips to connect, fusing in a long, languid kiss. My orgasm rolls over me and I moan inside his mouth, the sound increasing when he too reaches his climax. His release splatters in my hand, and I smile, and then he smiles too.

I catch it, his light. I catch it and won’t let it fall.

Olivier wipes himself clean with a discarded sleep shirt that was on the floor, then lets himself be pulled into my side as I tumble on my back onto the sheets, body gone slack.

“Sleep now,” I grunt after we have both gotten ourselves into position. He is the little spoon, me the big spoon.

“Bonne nuit,” he replies, voice soft. Good night. Right before I drift off, the hint of another word catches the air, though I may have been mistaken.

“Mon choux.”

The end.

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