Page 56 of Wolfgang

Whatever he saw, it made Wolfe smile, wicked as ever. He squeezed once before releasing Eric’s neck, giving him a soft smack on his hip. “Onto the bed with you, darling.”

Eric made to lie on his belly again, like he had before, but Wolfe tutted at him from where he was standing at the foot of the bed. “On your back, pet. Knees bent. No hiding this time.”

Eric did as he was told. Wolfe looked him over, slow and thorough. He hadn’t stopped smiling. “What a gorgeous form you have.”

Eric rubbed uncertainly at his chest. “I’m not anything special.”

Wolfe moved to kneel over him. “Ah, but you are. You are. There’s strength here.” Wolfe ran a hand along his calves, his thighs, brushing at the curls around the base of his cock. “And beauty.” He trailed caresses over Eric’s chest, circling his nipples. “Such broad shoulders. I had no doubt fate would select me the perfect specimen.”

Like Eric was some sort of lab rat. Except Wolfe wasn’t looking at him like that. He was looking at Eric like he was special, beautiful, maybe even perfect. “Why were you so sure?”

Wolfe pinched Eric’s nipple, smirking at his gasp. “Because anything less would be unacceptable.”

It was that simple for him, wasn’t it? Like he had an understanding with the universe that he would get his due. That he deserved it, by virtue of being himself. Would that rub off on Eric eventually? Or would he simply be protected under the umbrella of that inhuman confidence, a shelter against the storms life threw at them?

He wasn’t sure he cared. He was glad of it either way.

Wolfe sat back down on his knees, lube in hand, and began opening Eric up. One finger. Two. Three. It was strange, the stretch and the slight sting, but even that sting wasn’t as bad as Eric would have thought. Whether that was because of his vampire body or just how greedy he was for it, he wasn’t sure. But he was glad. He didn’t like to hurt.

All the while, Wolfe watched him with single-minded intensity, catching each of his reactions, no matter how small. Studying him. Eric couldn’t look away, even as he gasped and squirmed and moaned with each crook of Wolfe’s fingers.

Wolfe would have him figured out by the end of the night, wouldn’t he? He’d be able to play Eric like a fiddle whenever he wanted. But Eric couldn’t exactly be mad about that. Not when it felt so fucking good.

“Wolfe,” he moaned, ready for certain promises to be fulfilled.

Ready to be filled up.

But Wolfe didn’t stop, didn’t move things forward, just kept twisting his fingers, watching Eric’s stomach muscles quiver.

What was he waiting for?

Then he caught the twitch of Wolfe’s lips. Ah, right. He wanted to be begged again, the narcissist.

“Wolfe,” Eric whined.

The lip twitch again. “Yes, pet?”

“Fuck me. Now.”

“Always ordering me about.”

But Eric didn’t miss the smug, catlike smile.

Wolfe withdrew his fingers, seeming to revel in Eric’s gasp as he did so. He began lubing up his cock, never taking his eyes off Eric’s. But Eric couldn’t help it; he let his gaze lower to what was happening below.Thatwas going to be inside him. That cock, maybe a bit shorter than Eric’s but most definitely thicker, the tip of it an angry red.

Wolfe cocked a brow, noting the direction of his gaze. “Are you ready, pet?”

Eric wasnota fucking blushing virgin, damn it. “I’m ready.” The words came out more breathless than he would have liked.

Wolfe slid forward on his knees, looming over Eric’s supine form. The long, lean line of him was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Eric had always found men attractive, but he’d gravitated mostly toward twinky types—anyone younger, smaller, more feminine. Maybe some misguided attempt to feel more masculine in comparison? Who the fuck knew.

Wolfe may have been slimmer and shorter than him, but he was by no means petite. There was strength there, as Wolfe would say. A certain feline grace. And that alarming, intense, obsessive possession—that sharp, greedy feeling—Eric could feel reach a fever pitch as Wolfe pressed back Eric’s thigh, lining himself up for entry.

Eric’s eyes closed reflexively at the sting as that fat tip entered him.

“Eyes open.”

It was more snarl than command. Eric opened them again to find Wolfe closer than before, hovering over Eric as he pressed in deeper, his brown eyes darker than Eric had ever seen them. “Watch me while I take you, Eric. You’re mine. Completely mine.”

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