Page 54 of Wolfgang

Which begged the question, How would he taste?

“Let me bite you.” Eric wasn’t sure if he was begging or ordering, but he knew Wolfe wouldn’t censure him either way. He liked Eric greedy. He seemed to like Eric all ways.

The truth of that was displayed in the heat of Wolfe’s eyes, flashing red in the dim lighting. “Of course, darling. Where would you like?”

God, how was he supposed to choose? He wanted to nibble over every inch of that lithe frame, get that ridiculous suit off and see for himself which spot tasted the very best. But there would be time for that, wouldn’t there? And there was a certain allure to the traditional.

Eric hastened to undo Wolfe’s tie. “Well, it’s my first time biting. I should go classic, right?”

“The neck,” Wolfe purred, tilting his head, a mirror of Eric’s earlier position. His eyes were still black, his teeth gleaming red with Eric’s blood. It shouldn’t be so fucking hot. “Be my guest, pet.”

Eric threw the tie on the ground and let his own beast out while he undid Wolfe’s top buttons, revealing the taut line of Wolfe’s neck to his gaze.

Eric nosed along the soft skin there first, licked experimentally. Wolfe tasted like clean skin. Like salt. But he could smell it, under the surface. Metallic but also…different. Wolfe didn’t smell like the humans in the hospital. He smelled richer. Sharper.

Eric couldn’t be sure if he decided to bite or his beast decided for him, but the next second, he found his teeth puncturing Wolfe’s skin, that coppery warmth filling his mouth.

Oh fuck. Fuuuuck.

Eric was going to become addicted to this, wasn’t he?

He’d been hard since the moment Wolfe had bitten him, but now his cockached. It hadn’t been like this, drinking that reheated blood bag blood. Was this a from-the-source thing? Or was this a mate thing? No wonder Wolfe hadn’t been able to stop. Eric didn’t want to ever stop.

His beast shifted and writhed inside him, gluttonous and strange yet familiar at the same time. Like a hunger he’d had at the back of his being all his life, one he’d denied and starved and kept secret. Turning had let that hunger out.Wolfehad let it out.

Eric drank until he felt a sharp sting in his scalp—only then did he realize Wolfe had threaded his fingers through Eric’s hair and was tugging him off with impressive force.

Eric allowed it for the moment, licking the stray drops of blood off his lips, eyes heavy-lidded as they met Wolfe’s sharp, red-tinged stare.

“That’s enough, darling,” Wolfe ordered, his voice a husky rasp.

Eric’s responding no was petulant, needy. He strained against Wolfe’s hold. “I want more.”

“You wish to drain me dry, pet? Is that your idea of revenge?” Wolfe looked almost proud.

Eric tugged at Wolfe’s lapels. “You belong to me, don’t you? Isn’t that how this works? You’re all mine. Body. Mind. Heart. Blood.”

He wasn’t even quite aware of what he was saying. He was overwhelmed. By Wolfe, by his new life, by the unholy revelation that was the joy of consuming his mate’s blood. He knew he was being demanding. He was maybe being crazy.

But Wolfe’s eyes shone bloodred with dark, obsessive heat at his words. “Yes, darling,” he purred. “You have all of me.”

“And you want all of me.”

Wolfe’s eyes narrowed. “Ihaveall of you.”

Eric shrugged, tugging at Wolfe’s lapels again. “You haven’t had all of me yet.”

It took a surprisingly long moment for Wolfe to get it, his pupils blowing wide at the realization. “Are you going to let me fuck you, pet? You’re going to take my cock?”

“And if I want it the other way around?”

Wolfe perused Eric’s face, his fingers still firmly threaded into Eric’s hair, holding him in place, allowing only a few inches of distance between them. His bite wound was seeping blood, but Wolfe didn’t seem in any hurry to close it. “But you don’t, do you, pet? You’re greedy for my touch. Greedy for my blood. You’ll be just as greedy for my cock. Because you want to be filled, don’t you, darling? My poor, empty mate. Youneedit.”

Eric didn’t bother denying the truth of that, his blood running hot in his veins at Wolfe’s filthy words. “Yes.”

Wolfe’s smile was sharp. Triumphant. “I should bend you over this chair, take you right here.”

Eric wrinkled his nose, his gaze straying to the embroidered chair. “This thing won’t work for fucking. It looks like it was made for grandmothers to serve tea from.”

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