Page 28 of Redeemed Wolf

It made Carter vulnerable, in this in-between stage, not fully human or shifter. I needed to be careful with him, tender, but my thoughts were a total mess, and all I could think about was burying myself deep inside him. I needed tobreedhim.

I was more than a little rattled by this all-consuming need for him. I wrestled with my keys, nearly dropping them in my panic to get the door unlocked before I lost control entirely and took him right here in the hall.

“What about your roommate?” he asked nervously, pressed to my back as he urged me to move faster. He’d already pulled my shirt from my pants, his hands searching, petting, dragging his nails down my back and driving me crazy.

“He’s out,” I grunted, tumbling forward as I got the door open. Pacey was always out at night, especially with the full moon.

Carter stumbled on the way in, but in one move, I had him in my arms and pressed up against the door as I closed it behind us.

He tasted so damn good, like sweet dew and silver moonlight, and I was thirsty for more. He tried to get my shirt buttons undone, but it seemed his fingers weren’t working properly, and he kept letting out these adorable frustrated grunts. Finally, I put him out of his misery and stepped back long enough to tear my shirt free, tossing it somewhere over my shoulder. “Better?” I asked.

“Much.” He grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss him again.

Carter didn’t kiss with the skill of someone experienced, but his frenzied passion was hotter than anything I’d felt before. It was like he had no preconceived notions of what a kiss was supposed to be, so he just threw himself wholly into it, trusting me to lead.

His hands were plastered to my chest, my abdomen, learning every dip and plane as he traced my scars south, as if following the path they’d set. And while I was happy to let him explore, Ithought we could do better than the entryway. We’d made it this far, after all. Why not use the bed?

Refusing to let go, I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of his ass, dragging him up and into my arms. He instinctively wrapped his legs around my waist, and we both groaned as our cocks were pinned together between us. The way Carter ground his hips nearly brought me to my knees, and I had to pause in the hall, one hand on the wall to steady myself.

I panted, eyes rolling back as he moved to nip, kiss, lick, suck his way down my neck. I never wanted his mouth anywhere but on my body. “Fuck, Carter. You’re going to be the death of me.” His only response was a mewl as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth.

I made my way blindly to my bedroom, bumping into every obstacle on the way there. At last, my knees bumped against the bed, and I pried him off me to set him down. “Clothes off,” I commanded, and he rushed to obey.

Kicking off my shoes, I stripped down to my boxer briefs, but when Carter tried to leave his on, I growled in protest. “Allclothes,” I said as I knelt on the bed and grabbed the elastic waistband, peeling his underwear down and off.

The aroma of his slick went straight to my head, and I brought his damp underwear to my nose, breathing in his signature scent. When I opened my eyes, I found Carter watching me nervously, shyly covering his crotch with his hands.

“Sorry, I don’t usually get that… wet,” he said softly.

“Do not apologize,” I grunted, dropping his underwear to the floor in favor of going straight to the source. “Ever. I love it. It means I’m doing my job.” Gripping him, I flipped him over facedown, then canted his hips up so his ass was angled just right. “Now, stay right there while I have my dessert.”

I delved straight in, lapping at his tight pucker like it held the answers to the meaning of life. Because that’s what he was to me. He was everything.

Carter gasped in surprise and tried to jerk away, but I held him in place, spearing my tongue as deep inside him as I could get. His responding moan had an obscene amount of precum soaking into my boxers. He didn’t stop at moans, though. The sounds that came out of him as I ate his ass were the stuff of wet dreams. He was so vocal, telling me how good it felt, that it made learning what he liked a breeze. I could read him as easily as words on a page. It only took me a couple minutes before I knew he must be getting close.

“You taste so good,” I praised, drinking down his slick like it was the finest wine. I traced each pleat until I could remember it in detail, sucking his balls into my mouth one at a time, suckling them gently, before moving back up to his hole.

He was writhing beneath me, the pitch of his moans getting higher, his hands fisting the blanket. “Silas, fuck, I’m going to—”

I slipped a finger inside him, deep, and it set him off like a bottle rocket. His muscles clamped down on my finger, fluttering with his climax. I eased my movements, allowing him to come down from the high.

“I’m sorry,” he moaned, burying his face into the bed. “I didn’t mean to come so fast, and I made a mess. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Little omega,” I purred, stroking his prostate where my finger was still lodged inside him, and his breath stuttered. “What have I said about apologizing?”

“Don’t?” he asked doubtfully, lifting his head to look over his shoulder at me.

“Exactly. Coming fast just means I made you feel really good. Don’t worry, our night is far from over. With any luck, we’re about to make an even bigger mess.” I spiraled my finger inside him, sending off a series of aftershocks. “Does that feel good?”

“So good,” he panted.

Once I felt him relaxing enough, I added a second finger, scissoring them to open him up. He was so damn tight, and I didn’t want to hurt him, so I was going to stretch him properly first. By the time I added a third finger, he was trying to fuck himself on my hand, and I decided that was ready enough. Otherwise, I was going to come before I even got inside him.

“Are you ready for more?” I asked him, praying to all the gods that he was.

Carter nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted.

He whimpered as I pulled my fingers out, leaving him gaping, and I flipped him over so I could see his face as I filled him. His cock lay thick and hard against his stomach, covered in his cum, and I groaned, licking up a taste as I crawled up his body.Next time, I told myself. Next time I would let him finish in my mouth.

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