Page 32 of Wolf Lost

That was a feeling Dez knew well, and now was the time to give in to it. He pulled himself up onto his bed and into Sawyer’s space. “Sure this is where you want to be?”

Sawyer gave a smirk and leaned in to press his lips against Dez’s.

That was all the permission Dez needed. He wrapped his arms around the beautiful man in his bed and pulled him close, turning his head to deepen the kiss.

He pressed his tongue against the seam of Sawyer’s lips, asking entrance. When it was granted, he swept in with all the pent-up passion of years spent celibate, months in recovery, and most of all, weeks in Sawyer’s company before being truly allowed this.

The new wolf instincts seared through him, demanding as his human ones had never been, to take, and claim, and keep. Dez wasn’t that kind of lover, though, so he quashed those urges and gently lay Sawyer back against his pillows.

He ran a hand through Sawyer’s golden-brown hair and cupped his cheek, leaning in for another kiss, this one slow and languorous, dipping in to taste before retreating and starting over. Sawyer didn’t taste exactly of the sugar in his scent, but kissing him was sweeter than anything in his past.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute before Sawyer groaned and rolled toward Dez, pulling him in and thrusting his own tongue past Dez’s lips. His eyes were hot when he leaned back and looked Dez in the eye. “Don’t be a tease. Need you, now.”

Dez grinned back. “No need to rush. We’ve got all night. Every night.”

Sawyer’s eyes rolled up in a strange mix of frustration and pleasure, and he took a deep breath. “How the hell are you real?” Still, he yanked Dez forward, on top of himself.

Dez’s bad leg twinged, but he slowly straightened it out and braced on his knee. Sawyer caught his breath and reached down as though to grab the leg in question. He opened his mouth, but Dez cut him off with another kiss. They didn’t need apologies between them, not about this. The leg was there. Sometimes it was going to hurt.

When he pulled away, Sawyer was breathing hard but tried to speak anyway. Dez cut him off. “It’s fine. If it’s too much, I’ll move you.” That seemed to work. Sawyer went lax again, smiling up at him.

“Want me to ride you?”

His first instinct was to assume it was all about his personal shortcomings and deny it.

But why? He did want Sawyer on top of him, a fully participating partner in everything they did. With their run, he was already going to wake up in pain, and letting Sawyer take the lead might mitigate some of that. And maybe most of all, there was a hint of nerves in Sawyer’s eyes that Dez didn’t like.

He didn’t want to start out with Sawyer worried, and if being on top made him feel confident, Dez was for that, no questions asked.

So Dez wrapped his arms around Sawyer and rolled. When he was flat on his back, Sawyer lying on top of him, still panting, he felt Sawyer’s hesitation melt away.

Strong, confident Sawyer was back, sitting up and bracing his hands on Dez’s chest with a wicked smile spreading across his face. He rocked his hips forward a few inches, their rock-hard cocks rubbing against each other, and Dez had to bite back a moan.

“If this isn’t every omega’s dream, I don’t know what is,” Sawyer said, his voice breathy and higher than usual.

“Having their way with their alpha?”

Sawyer leaned down and licked a small stripe up Dez’s chest before nodding. “Exactly. Having a big strong alpha at my mercy. I get to take whatever I want.”

“I hope so,” Dez agreed. “This alpha is all yours. Take away.”

Sawyer gave his chest a soft bite and glanced up, checking for approval, so Dez nodded and licked his lips. As though drawn there, Sawyer leaned farther up and kissed him. “You’re gonna be sorry for giving me this much control, oh alpha my alpha.”

“Never,” Dez whispered into his mouth.

When Sawyer pulled himself up again, Dez expected him to ask about lube—which Dez had bought for just such an occasion—or even condoms, despite Ash telling him he didn’t need them anymore. Instead, Sawyer drew himself up, took Dez’s cock in hand, and without a second of hesitation, lowered himself onto it.

Dez almost came up off the bed, planning to protest. Sawyer would hurt himself, or both of them, without proper preparation and—but there was no harsh drag of friction. There was only the exquisite tight heat of Sawyer’s body closing around him. Dez’s head fell back against the pillow, and his hips bucked up without consulting his brain.

Sawyer threw his head back and moaned, but he didn’t stop moving. His lithe thighs flexed to draw his whole body up, and released to drop him back onto Dez’s hard cock. It was smooth and slick, like Dez had already spent ages working him open the way he liked to do.

The strangled moan that fell from his lips caught Sawyer’s attention. He looked down to Dez, who obliged by repeating the sound, clasping his fingers around Sawyer’s thighs and bucking up to meet the next downward thrust.

Sawyer gave a ferocious grin and sped his movements, bouncing on Dez’s cock for all he was worth. “Is that good, alpha? What you wanted?”

“Yes,” Dez answered, voice gone almost guttural. His brain was barely functioning, so focused on Sawyer fucking down onto him, but he groped around for the right words to answer. “Good. Perfect. Mine.”

His mind paused to process that last one, but it seemed that Sawyer liked it, tensing up and moaning wantonly. The way he squeezed Dez’s cock made fireworks go off in his brain.

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