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“Don’t stop,” Ira pleaded. “Please don’t stop.”

“Are you kidding?” Wolf huffed out a laugh. “Nothing could make me stop. You’re incredible. Can I take your pants off? Can I get you off?”

“I…” God, he couldn’t be expected to make these kinds of decisions. He wanted it more than anything, but it was wrong, wasn’t it? Being in this apartment would get him banished from the guild if not killed for heresy. He knew what he and Wolf could have. Was it worth risking his standing with the guild? Worth being cast out?

He didn’tknow.He hadn’t seen that far ahead yet.

Wolf was watching the emotions battle in his expression. He cocked his head with a slow-growing smirk, and one hand slowly dragged Ira’s shirt up, his warm palm leaving a trail of heat up Ira’s stomach and chest. He ducked his head, kissing and nosing through the coarsehair there. He sucked a flat nipple into his mouth, and Ira squirmed.

“Wolf,” he pleaded, and Wolf raised his head, his mouth popping off Ira’s nipple with a force of suction that had him jerking in place. Crimson eyes met his, and he realized belatedly that Wolf hadn’t actually given him his name yet.

“You do know me,” Wolf said wondrously, and Ira flushed bashfully.

“I do.”

“I want to know you,” Wolf said, kissing down Ira’s ribs and up the other side. His palm flattened against the front of Ira’s jeans, providing just enough pressure for Ira to work his hips against. “I want to know you the way you seem to know me. You feel like… likemine. You’re so trusting, so open, like you already know you can be. I haven’t smelled an ounce of fear on you since the moment you saved me.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Ira said, his hand flying down to lay over Wolf’s at his zipper. “God, that feels good.”

“I’ll keep doing it then,” Wolf promised, sucking the other nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped over the sensitive bud, and Ira keened. When he popped free, he said, “I can get you off just like this, with clothing between us. Or I can make it better.”

Ira covered his face with both hands.

“Okay, those kinds of choices seem to be hard for you,” Wolf noted, and Ira snorted. “I’ll just do what I want, then. I have to assume you’ll panic if I do something you truly don’t want, in which case you can tell me to stop and I will. Sound fair?”

“Mm-hm,” Ira said, sounding strangled even to his own ears. He couldn’t bring himself to remove his hands from his face as he heard the jingle of a belt, followed by Wolf’s handson his own button and zipper. He pulled both the jeans and boxer briefs down just far enough to free his painfully hard length.

“Beautiful,” Wolf murmured, and Ira’s face flamed behind his hands.

Big hands encircled his wrists, dragging his arms above his head and pinning him down. Ira barely caught a glimpse of red eyes before Wolf was kissing him, devouring him, his tongue pressing past the seam of Ira’s lips and invading his mouth. Wolf’s thick cock pressed hotly against Ira’s. Hekeened, his toes curling in his sneakers. His legs were trapped in the confines of his jeans; he couldn’t spread them as much as he’d like. All he could do was lay there and take what Wolf had to offer. The slow, languid rolls of their cocks together was incredible but not quite enough, and soon Ira was bucking up against him.

Wolf transferred his wrists into one hand and trailed his free hand down. Big fingers took his jaw in hand, forcing his head back to bare his throat. A low whine spilled from him. Wolf could do anything to him like this. The thought should horrify him. He was completely at a demon’s mercy. He should be begging him to stop.

“Please, Wolf, more,” he moaned instead, and Wolf’s low, rumbling chuckle went right through him.

Wolf crushed their mouths together again as he slipped his hand between their bodies, taking their cocks in hand. It wasperfect, tight and hot and aching, Wolf’s tongue fucking into his mouth with the same easy rhythm. Heat boiled through him, drawing his sac tight and spilling from his cock. His body arched, driving his heels into the cushion as he bucked up against Wolf, who moaned into his mouth and stilled, his own release mixing with Ira’s on his stomach.

Wolf didn’t stop kissing him after it was over, his mouth guiding Ira with slow, exploratory kisses. He released Ira’s wrists, carding his fingers into Ira’s messy curls, and Ira slid his arms around Wolf’s thick waist.

Longing and regret filled him. He couldn’t afford to do this again, but he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

When they parted, Ira’s lips felt kiss-bruised and swollen. Wolf’s crimson eyes were heavy-lidded, and a smirk tipped his bow-shaped lips upward. “Is this what you’ve been seeing in your visions?”

Ira felt himself heat. There was nowhere to hide right now. Wolf had him pinned. “Sometimes.”

Wolf looked delighted. “And the other times?”

He pointed over at the pizza box. “Things like that.”

“The pizza? We eat meals together? Are we in a relationship in the future?” Wolf looked awestruck.

Ira squirmed. “I don’t know. Do demons have relationships?”

Wolf shrugged one muscled shoulder. “Some do. Talon and Malachi obviously do.”

Ira’s face fell. He couldn’t have both Wolf and the guild, and they would never let a prophet go without a fight. He knew better than anyone that it wasn’t possible to juggle both. He’d watched the fallout of the last two times someone had tried and failed. People could die if he let this go on.

Wolf cocked his head like his namesake. “What did I say?”

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