Page 37 of Wolfgang

Wolfe was incredibly pleased to see Eric hadn’t bothered getting fully dressed, beads of water dripping down the bare expanse of glistening chest, his slim hips barely covered by his towel, his poor cock already tenting the terry-cloth fabric.

“Darling,” Wolfe purred.

Eric stood there for a long moment, staring him down. What conclusions had his dear one come to in that shower? The bond was giving Wolfe very little to go by, other than the sweet surge of arousal and cautious tendrils of nervousness coming from his mate.

“Come here,” Wolfe ordered, voice soft as silk, pleased beyond measure when Eric complied, taking long, shaky steps to the bed and stopping there, making no move to get onto the bed itself.

Wolfe took a small sip of his wine. “How gorgeous you are. Are you going to let me touch you?”

A nod from Eric, who had a delicious flush on his cheeks, either from the heat of the shower or Wolfe’s praising words.

“Taste you?”

Another nod.

Satisfaction hummed through Wolfe’s veins. “Wonderful. Why don’t you lie down on the bed, pet.”

Eric cautiously crawled over Wolfe’s legs to do so. Really. One would think the man a fluttering virgin, rather than the local Lothario, with the tentative way he was following each of Wolfe’s commands. No matter.

Wolfe could be gentle.

He handed his glass of wine to Eric, his lips twitching in amusement when the man downed it in one swallow. He took the empty glass from him and set it out of the way, turning onto his side and resting his head on one fist, an exact replica of their positions their first time together.

But it wouldn’t beEric’shand gripping that magnificent cock this time.

Wolfe let his gaze travel slowly over the glorious sight in front of him. He didn’t request Eric remove the towel yet; there was enough skin on display to play with for the moment.

He started slow, tracing the muscles of Eric’s shoulder with one finger before moving along to his collarbone. He enjoyed immensely the way Eric trembled beneath his touch. And when Wolfe idly circled one nipple, Eric’s breath hitched noticeably.

Wolfe’s lips curled. “Sensitive, are we?”

“What are you going to— I mean—” Eric swallowed hard, the sound audible in the quiet room. “What do youwantto do to me?”

“I’d massacre legions to fuck you,” Wolfe answered honestly, circling the other nipple with his finger, watching it peak. A subtle flinch from his mate, not at Wolfe’s touch, but at his words. Wolfe smirked. “Why, darling, have you never had a cock up there?”

Eric shook his head, those shadowy green eyes locked onto Wolfe’s, and Wolfe’s stomach swooped at the thought. “But you’ve been with a man before,” he clarified.

“Yes.” Eric’s voice was deliciously hoarse. “More than once.” He paused, rectified. “A lot more than once.”

Wolfe didn’t think too hard about those who had come before him. He had no reason to mind, as long as it was all in the past.

Eric’s future would be Wolfe and only Wolfe.

“Other way around, then?”

Eric cleared his throat. It was adorable, this strange shyness coming from him. “Sometimes. But mostly, just like, blow jobs. Frottage. Hand stuff. A lot of one-night stands don’t want to go…there.”

“Mm. Shame. You have such a beautiful cock. They should have been begging for it.” Wolfe dipped a finger beneath Eric’s towel, tugging gently. “Show me.”

Eric undid his towel with trembling fingers. So darling, how keyed up he was. Wolfe stroked the smooth pale skin of his freshly revealed hips. “And tell me, has anyone ever tasted that virgin hole?”

His answer was a slack-jawed shake of the head.

“Fingers, perhaps?”

A slow nod.

“Toys?”

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