Page 76 of Her Wolf

But his body refused to obey the frantic signals for him to retreat. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of long, dark hair, and ground his mouth harder against Dean’s.

Dean tipped his head forward, breaking off their kiss as they both panted for breath.

Bitterness filled Lars’s mouth, and he hurriedly swallowed the pill Dean had left behind before it would make him puke. As it was, a shudder tore through him, his fist clenching reflexively in the man’s hair.

God, he was one sick puppy. How was he ever going to make this up to Cora? To Finn? He tried to untangle his hand, but Dean moved his head, coming up for a second kiss. Gentler this time. Teasing, almost.

“I can’t—” Lars began, speaking through their kiss.

A hand slid up his leg, cupping his dick. “I don’t know…” Dean murmured. “It definitely feels like you can.”

“No, it’s not…I mean—”

“What’s she wearing tonight?” Dean asked, his lips sliding over Lars’s jaw and brushing against his earlobe.

“Who?”

“Eleodora.” A tongue ran over his ear, sending a wave of hedonistic anticipation flooding through him. “What’s she wearing? A mask?”

“No,” Lars said, and he had no idea why. In fact, he didn’t know why any of this was happening. Sure, the guy was hot as fuck, but he had more willpower than this. Tons more. He had a hard on, but it felt distant - like it belonged on someone else.

The world grew soft around him. The air thick and cloying.

Ecstasy didn’t kick in this fast.

“What…” his mouth wasn’t working properly. His lips were sluggish. “What did you give me…?”

Dean pulled back, hazel eyes darting over Lars’s face before settling on his mouth. He drew an audible breath, letting it wash over Lars’s face as he exhaled. “Fuck, I wish I had more time. We could have had so much fun together…you and I.”

His voice was different. Even the way he spoke.

Why was everything so dark? Was it night already?

Lars tried lifting a hand, but it batted clumsily against Dean’s upper arm. He grabbed Lars’s wrist, manipulating his hand so Lars was grabbing his dick through his suit.

It was as hard as his was.

“Maybe we’ll run into each other again,” Dean murmured, eyelids fluttering as if Lars’s limp touch was turning him on even more. “Of course, you won’t remember me, will you?”

Why wouldn’t he remember this guy? He’d never be able to forget such a handsome face. Such mesmerizing eyes.

Dean stood, groaning as he yanked his suit pants straight. “Fuck,” he said, and then drew air through his teeth.

Then he crouched again, all in a rush.

Lars would have pulled back if he could, but his body was no longer responding to him. It was growing colder, too. Darkness creeping in from all sides.

Dean grabbed his chin, tipping his head back as he washed a warm, lascivous smile over him. “Simon says, go to sleep.”

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