Page 9 of Wolf Reborn

When the friction and wet heat made his balls start to pull up, he used his grip in Miles’s hair to pull him off.

Miles gasped for breath, eyes watering, and looked up at Gavin hopefully.

“That was so fucking good, sweetheart.” He let go of his grip on the man’s hair and used both hands on his shoulders to push him backward. “So good for me. But I don’t want to come in your mouth. I’ve been wanting that gorgeous ass since our first date.”

Another lie. He’d wanted it the second he’d seen it in those fucking hot uniform pants, well before their first date.

“You gonna open up for me?”

Miles nodded, then without prompting, spoke up. “Yes. Please, fuck yes, Gavin.”

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He reached up and petted Miles’s cheek.

“Want you to wreck my ass. Fuck me into the mattress. Make me feel it tomorrow.” He lifted one long leg and wrapped it around Gavin’s ass, trying to pull him in. “Please?”

That was when Gavin remembered—“I don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t care, Gavin, just please fucking fuck me.”

And what could he say to that? “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

5

My Favorite Mistake

He realized, in that moment, that he hadn’t thought they would ever get to the bedroom.

But there was Gavin, pupils wide and eyes narrowed, looking like a wild thing as he leaned over Miles.

Miles was reminded of the wolf pack in the woods, and he shivered. Maybe they’d chosen Gavin’s backyard as a home because they recognized the sheer fucking alpha-ness of the man. Wolves were about that, right?

Gavin speared him with two lube-slick fingers at once, and Miles gasped but couldn’t stop staring at him. He hadn’t noticed when or where Gavin had gotten the lube, and if asked, he’d have told him to forget about it and just fuck him.

That was a terrible idea, one with painful potential, but his patience was worn so thin he didn’t care anymore. He needed Gavin inside him.

“Please,” he repeated, like if he said it enough, Gavin would stop screwing around and just fuck him already.

Gavin gave him a wicked smile that made his heart beat faster. “You need it, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “So bad.”

Gavin snatched a pillow from the head of the bed and, lifting Miles with ease, arranged it under his hips. He didn’t even bother peeling the rest of the way out of his jeans, just climbed up onto the bed, positioned himself, and thrust forward with one brutal stroke that had Miles crying out and bucking up.

Not to get away, oh no. It was hard and fast and exactly what he’d needed.

Gavin grabbed his wrists and held them to the bed over his head, looking him in the eye. His gaze held all the intensity Miles had known was in him, but that he usually held back.

“Like that, Em?” He pulled back and slammed in again without moving his head or losing eye contact. “That what you wanted?”

Miles wrapped his legs around Gavin’s ass, pushing into the next hard thrust. “Yes. Fucking give it to me. All of it.”

With that, Gavin took his mouth again, kiss hard and bruising, their teeth clacking together as he took what he wanted. He nipped his way down Miles’s jaw, then his neck, and bit hard at the bend. Just that was almost enough to send Miles over the edge: the pressure of teeth on his neck, that strong body atop his, holding him down, giving everything Gavin had.

It was all Miles wanted.

Gavin’s thighs were like steel under his own, and his face showed no strain when he pulled back to look down at Miles again. At least, no physical strain. He wasn’t the least bit out of breath from fucking Miles like a machine, but that wild intensity in his eyes was just barely leashed. He looked like he wanted to bite down, and Miles didn’t have any doubt he’d let him.

He wasn’t even sure why it was important.

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