Page 23 of Wolf Reborn

It seemed he was going to have to bring out the big guns. He pressed forward into Gavin’s body, and found, unsurprisingly, that he was hard. Of course he was.

He was alive, sitting in Gavin’s lap, and he didn’t hurt anymore.

The expression on Gavin’s face boded ill for whether he was going to see reason, so Miles decided to preemptively override him. He crashed their mouths together, at first with a clack of teeth and the hint of blood—his or Gavin’s, he didn’t know—and then more smoothly, sweeping his tongue into Gavin’s mouth, slow but demanding.

Gavin, as Gavin was wont to do, gave in to him. Of course, usually he gave in to kisses and then extricated himself before things went further, so Miles decided to get around that right away. “Want you,” he mumbled, parting their lips for only as long as it took to declare his needs. “Want you in me. Now.”

“Mmph—” Gavin said against his lips. It was probably supposed to be his name, or the beginning of an argument about why they couldn’t have sex right after Miles almost died, but as far as Miles was concerned, that was an even bigger reason to have sex. Right now. Right here. He needed to know he was alive. He needed Gavin to know he was alive.

He needed to be alive.

He put both hands against Gavin’s chest and pushed, surprised and a little concerned when that firm, strong chest gave. Was Gavin so terrified that he was simply going to give Miles whatever he wanted?

Under most circumstances, on most days, that wouldn’t have been what Miles wanted at all, and he suspected Gavin knew that. On this day, everything was different.

Without hesitation, he started stripping Gavin open like the best birthday present ever. And it kind of was his birthday, wasn’t it? His rebirthday. He laughed to himself as he tackled the double row of buttons on Gavin’s gorgeous but annoying double-breasted wool coat, then forced it off his shoulders and tossed it away. The T-shirt was even easier, thrown to join the coat. The jeans were a little tougher, and he had to focus to undo the buttons and unzip the fly.

The silk boxers were a nice touch, and so very Gavin. Only he would wear worn old jeans with black silk boxers under them. He hissed as Miles drew them down and made quick work of shoes, socks, and then the accursed jeans.

“Really hope the Carpenters aren’t on their way up the drive,” Gavin muttered.

Miles glanced up at him. “Who?”

“The owners of this place.”

Miles stopped and looked around again, but got bored almost instantly. Instead of worrying about their surroundings, he turned and swallowed Gavin’s cock whole.

It was only at half mast, which Miles took as both insult and challenge, so he pushed all the way down on it, swirling his tongue around the head and looking up at Gavin as he did so. Surely his best smoldering eyes would distract Gavin from the house, or anything else standing between Miles and riding that magnificent cock.

It seemed to do the trick, since Gavin’s face transformed from bitten lips and furrowed brows to lips parted and eyes rolling back in just a few seconds. “Miles.”

“Mmm,” Miles agreed around his mouth of cock. He bobbed up and down, watching Gavin’s chest arch and face contort. Yeah, clearly he still knew what he was doing.

Gavin groaned and reached down to tangle his hands in Miles’s hair, pushing his hips up into each downstroke. He wasn’t forcing it, but the vaguest hint of that was making Miles want to rub himself off against Gavin’s leg.

Still in his ruined uniform.

Ugh.

He sat up and yanked his uniform shirt off, pulling at the buttons without caring if they popped off. It was bloody and torn anyway; it didn’t matter if it lost buttons.

“Miles,” Gavin whispered, regaining his voice when Miles stopped sucking on him. “You don’t want—”

“I’ll tell you what I want,” Miles promised as he leaned down to wrap his lips around Gavin’s cock again. Before he did, he pointed out, “You’ll be the second person to know what I want, right after me.”

Gavin’s protest died away again at the feel of Miles on him. He shoved all the way down, even as Gavin got fully hard and it was impossible to get the whole thing in his mouth without choking to death. Maybe some people could handle it, but Miles wasn’t one of them.

Gavin tightened the hand in his hair and pushed up into his mouth, meeting his eyes as Miles swallowed around his cock, wet and messy. When he pulled off, Gavin’s cock was slick with spit—exactly how he needed it.

He grinned, tossed the last of his clothes away, and moved up to straddle Gavin’s hips. Before Gavin could once again protest, he put a finger to his lips and shook his head. “Second to know, remember?” And painstakingly slowly, he slid down onto Gavin’s cock.

It was too big, too much to handle without proper lube, and so very fucking sexy. Miles couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Gavin gave a strained noise and his fingers gripped Miles’s thighs like iron bands, but he’d gone nonverbal, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

Miles put his hands over Gavin’s and met his eye. “Trying so hard not to move, aren’t you? How bad do you want to fuck me?”

Somehow, Gavin’s eyes went darker, slim green rings of irises around bottomless black pools. Maybe it was Miles’s imagination, but when he bared his teeth in a feral grimace, they seemed pointier than usual.

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