Page 57 of Wolfgang

Eric kept his eyes wide open, breath catching as his body stretched to receive that intimidating cock. But it wasn’t real pain, nothing sharp or terrible. Just that incredible fullness of his body accepting his mate, opening up for him as he bottomed out.

He’s ours, hissed that new, beastly presence in Eric’s psyche.We’re his.

Wolfe started slow, watching Eric all the while, clearly delighting in every change of breathing pattern, every embarrassing noise he could get out of him, no matter how small. And Eric felt horribly, wonderfully exposed, each time Wolfe withdrew that thick cock, leaving him empty and aching until the next moment, when he was filled again.

It wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been. Not when he couldfeelWolfe’s desire for him, smell that bergamot musk thickening with his arousal.

When Wolfe picked up the pace, canting his hips in a way that had Eric keening, Eric’s eyes finally closed, high-pitched moans punching out of him with every thrust of Wolfe’s hips.

Wolfe didn’t chastise him this time, just kept mercilessly hitting that sharp, tender spot in him. He had pressed Eric’s thigh as far back as it could stretch, and had landed his torso in the open space until his body was blanketing Eric’s completely, Eric’s cock sliding against the soft fuzz of his stomach.

Could Eric come just like this?

He opened his eyes again to see Wolfe had finally come fully undone. His hair had come out of its careful, slicked hold. His eyes were dark and glazed, his lids heavy. He was panting, gasping, muttering, “Mine. You’remine.”

“Yours,” Eric slurred mindlessly.

It didn’t seem to appease Wolfe any. Only drive him to thrust harder. “You’ll come like this, pet. Just like this. With me inside you.”

And apparently Eric’s body—just like his mind, his heart, his fucking soul—knew who it belonged to. Because he did. Just like that. A punch of heat along his spine, then an aching, electric release that had the edges of his vision whitening out.

Wolfe groaned in frantic approval, capturing Eric’s mouth as he found his own release, burying himself deep with a shudder while he sucked, bit, and bruised Eric’s lips.

Minutes or hours or fucking days later, he finally released Eric’s mouth.

“Oh my God,” Eric groaned when he finally caught his breath. Wolfe had let his weight fall, and it was heavenly, to be held down by it. “Oh myGod.”

He felt the vibration of Wolfe chuckling.

“I don’t think I can move,” Eric sighed.

Wolfe pressed a swift kiss to his tender lips. “You don’t have to, darling. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He shot him a wicked smile. “You must save your strength.”

“For what?”

“For round two.”

eighteen

Wolfe

ConsciousnesscameslowertoWolfe than he was used to. He was first aware of the warm, happy, sated scent of his mate, the wisteria wrapping around him like some sort of sweet fog. Then came the soft rustling sounds of the sheets. And then the press of a hot mouth against his upper thigh.

How marvelous. He would have thought his mate would need a bit more time for recovery. Wolfe hadn’t exactly taken it easy on him, especially for a first time bottoming. It had tested every bit of his resolve to take his time preparing Eric, to wait so carefully until his mate was desperate for it.

He’d thought perhaps he’d finally be sated after claiming him, but it had only stoked the flames of Wolfe’s desire. He’d had Eric twice more before wiping down the exhausted, beautiful man and letting him sleep the few hours they required.

But apparently Eric was already up for more. Wolfe waited, eyes closed, for Eric to inch along from his thigh to his hardening cock. His beast shifted lazily, contended and anticipatory both.

He got a nip of blunt teeth instead.

Wolfe opened his eyes and peered down to see Eric looking beyond delectable between his thighs, his blond hair tousled, his stubbled cheeks pink, and a delightfully mischievous tilt to his mouth.

Wolfe found himself smiling easily—how could he not, with such a perfect vision in front of him? “What are you up to down there, pet?”

Eric licked a stripe up the side of Wolfe’s thigh. “You said there were lots of places we could bite.”

“Mm, I did, didn’t I?”

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