Page 14 of Wrong Number, Right Valentine

Mark.My wolf was pushing forward, but he needed to wait. This wasn’t the time for that. Banks was human. We needed to be patient.

I thrust deep inside Banks, our sweaty bodies moving as one. The heat was building, our breathing ragged. Banks let out a whimper as I hit that spot within him, the one that seemed to send him closer and closer to orgasm, again and again.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!” he cried out, his body starting to shake.

That sent me over the edge. With a deep, animalistic groan, I slammed my hips against him one final time as my cum shot out and my knot swelled, locking us together. I could feel my seed spurting deep inside him as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. Banks too, was coming undone, his tight passage clenching rhythmically around my knot as he reached his own powerful climax.

We stayed like that for a long moment, bodies joined as one, pulses gradually slowing. I wrapped my arms around Banks and held him close.

Mate.

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BANKS

“This is nice.”

Reg was naked, just as he was in my dreams, making coffee, his cute butt in full view. My semi swelled and I was fully aroused, but I was wearing briefs, so my dick wasn’t going to lead me to Reg like a dowsing rod.

“Thanks.” He glanced over his shoulder, and his gaze went to my crotch. He mumbled, “Mmmm.” Maybe I shouldn’t have worn briefs and we could have had sex again, with me pinned to the kitchen counter.

Nah, maybe not. My hole was sore after last night. It needed a rest.

“Better than having sex in the back room of the restaurant.” I didn’t know why I’d brought that up when it’d been obvious since last night that he had a place of his own.

His hands on the coffee percolator froze. “Is that a thing? My staff would have been shocked if they’d opened up the restaurant and found us naked in the freezer.”

He giggled, and I squirmed, thinking of my shriveled length in the cold.

“Nah, I’ve watched too many movies.”

I shuffled behind him, pressing my erection on his naked butt, and he ground against me.

“Mmmm. Now that’s what I like.” He held up the percolator. “Coffee?”

Though the sun was out, it was too cold to sit on the apartment balcony, so we snuggled together on the sofa, covered by a blanket.

“I don’t have to be at the restaurant until this afternoon.”

I jumped in before he could say anything else. “I can make breakfast as a thank-you for last night.”

Furrows appeared in Reg’s brow. “I don’t need a thank-you for sex, Banks.”

Shit. I’d given him the wrong impression. Trust me to mess things up.

“No, for dinner, silly.” I bopped his nose, and the tension in his shoulders and neck released. “But I’m not much of a cook. Toast and cereal?” I rummaged in the pantry and fridge.

“As long as you’re here with me, wearing those super tight briefs, I’m fine with whatever.”

“What? These old things?” I yanked at the waistband and snapped it before dancing around the sofa, making sure to wiggle my ass in Reg’s face.

He growled. Wow! That sure sounded like it came from deep inside him and reminded me of a wolf. Not that I’d ever met one, but I watched wildlife documentaries.

“Ohhhh!” I narrowed my eyes, wanting to stalk Reg like a wild animal, but the toast popped up and ruined the moment.

“Marmalade?”

“Please.”

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