Page 38 of Wolfgang

Another, more hesitant nod.

“Glorious.” Wolfe let out a happy sigh. “I’m all up to speed. Now what wouldyoulike me to do with this gorgeous body of yours, darling? Touch it? Taste it?”

Eric only stared, but the surge of lust at “taste” was unmistakable.

Wolfe started with the neck, at the exact spot where he’d bitten him in that massage parlor. He had its location memorized, that particular tender bit of skin. He placed his lips there, kissing softly before nipping it with blunt teeth. “Your blood was the most delicious thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of sampling,” he murmured. “Is it any wonder my beast didn’t want to stop?”

The reminder clearly woke Eric from his shaky, pseudovirginal trance. He pulled back slightly to glower at Wolfe. “Don’t remind me. I can feel how smug you are.”

“Can you?” Wolfe closed the distance between them again, licking along the taut line of Eric’s neck. “And is it any wonder? Just look at you. Who wouldn’t be smug, having you at their fingertips?”

“Plenty of people.”

Oh, but the hurt ran deep with this one. Wolfe could see it perfectly: a young man, whose idiotic parents were incapable of showing proper affection, searching desperately for love. Perhaps the first time he’d reached out, the desperation had been too palpable, and he was summarily rejected and shamed. He’d learned to expect only the superficial.

Wolfe grabbed Eric’s chin, turning his head to meet his eyes. He wanted this message to hit home. “Idiots, all of them.”

He would erase them from Eric’s memory. With his touch, with his devotion. He tilted Eric’s head back and dipped his tongue into the hollow of his throat, pleased with the tiny whine Eric let out in response. And then he sampled the subtle variation of flavors in each new bit of skin. There was no salt or sweat, not after the shower. All clean soap. But underneath that, that lovely scent of wisteria. Not a trace of that horrid aftershave. Which was no surprise, as Wolfe hadn’t stocked any in their new home.

Generally, Wolfe would take his time. Restraint had never been a hardship for him in bed, as lust had never been all-consuming for him. But here. Now. Wolfe couldfeelEric’s need, each new tendril of arousal that blossomed so beautifully under Wolfe’s touch.

His exploration was cursory at best, rushed. It was hard to take his time when every touch of his tongue or nip of his teeth pulled little groans and grunts and pants from his desperate mate. Wolfe didn’t last long at all before he was moving from his position and traveling down that long, built body. He hovered over Eric’s cock, delighting in the angry red color of the tip.

Eric let out a harsh breath. “A-Are you going to suck me?”

“I am.” But not like Eric thought. “Turn over, pet.”

If Eric was confused at the request, he didn’t show it. He rolled over instantly onto his stomach, by all appearances content to let Wolfe run the show.

“Spread your legs a little wider, darling.”

Oh, but he was scrumptious like this. Eric may not have been some die-hard gym bunny, but his shoulders were naturally broad, his legs muscled and lightly furred. There was strength there, more than Wolfe himself had naturally had in his human life, surely.

Wolfe ran his hands along those broad shoulders, those pale hips. He squeezed that muscled ass, earning a strange little sigh from his mate.

“You have really nice hands,” Eric said, sounding almost drowsy.

Amused, Wolfe gave him another squeeze, elicited another sigh. “Wait until you see what my tongue can do.”

Wolfe slid onto his belly, ignoring his own aching cock and placing himself between those spread thighs. He pulled Eric’s cheeks apart, revealing the pink furl in between. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t tease. He licked him in one long swipe.

“Oh my fuckingGod.”

Wolfe smirked. “How’s that, darling?”

He didn’t wait for a response. He licked again. No words of blasphemy from his mate this time, only a hitch of breath. Wolfe placed more focus on Eric’s hole, wetting it with his tongue, teasing it with his lips. Softening it to the point where he could stick the tip of his tongue inside, exploring and stretching. The strangled noise Eric made in response was really a thing of beauty.

Here, Wolfedidtake his time. He lost himself in devouring his mate. He was consumed by his scent, by his sounds, by the clean, musky taste of him.

It was Eric’s squirming that brought Wolfe back, his hips wriggling like a fish on the line. Wolfe raised his face from his new ideal of nirvana. “Too much, pet?”

“Wolfe.” He said it with full, plaintive desperation. “I need to fucking come.Please.”

“Ah.” Wolfe supposed all fun had to end at some point. He could empathize, at least. His own cock was no doubt ruining his trousers, staining them with precum. It was a shame though. He squeezed Eric’s cheeks again before reaching beneath him to pull Eric’s cock back between his legs, wetting one of his own fingers as he did so. Wolfe slid down further and sucked the tip into his mouth.

Eric keened. “Jesus.”

Wolfe slid the tip of his finger into Eric’s hole, sucking with more fervor. He was done with gentle. Eric let out one last, hoarse yell, and then Wolfe’s mouth was filling with his salty, bitter essence, his mate’s muscular body twitching and trembling under his hands.

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