Page 72 of Wolfgang

Eric was watching him with wary green eyes as he entered the room. It was maddening. Wolfe wanted to punish him for forcing this compromise. And yet he was loath to cause his mate distress. Contentment—that was what he wanted from him, wasn’t it?

It was terrible, these warring impulses, this conflict of emotions.

But before Wolfe could open his mouth to speak—and what would he say, if he did?—Eric dropped to his knees, shuffling forward until he was directly in front of him, his head in line with Wolfe’s belt.

It was an unmistakable gesture. What a clever mate, offering himself up as a sacrifice. Lust stirred hotly in Wolfe’s loins despite the lingering annoyance.

Eric smiled softly at him, the expression almost shy. “You did a really good thing today.”

Wolfe cocked a brow. “And you think to placate me by sucking my cock?” He tsked. “I doubt your mouth is that talented.”

Eric’s smile lost its shyness, as if Wolfe had given him encouragement rather than censure. “But you love my mouth,” he teased.

And how irritatingly true that was. Wolfe was addicted to it: claiming it, nipping at it, listening to all the ridiculous things it spouted.

He’d turned into a sap.

He clucked his tongue anyway, unwilling to admit defeat. “Cocky.”

Eric reached out to toy with his belt. “Well, that’s your fault, isn’t it? For being so nice to me all the time. It’s messed with my ego.”

Another truth, at least in part. Wolfe had spoiled Eric from the beginning, hadn’t he? Given in to all his whims. And it seemed he had no intention of stopping. He’d be concerned about the ledge he’d seemed to have found himself on if not for what Eric had told him in the woods.

“Say it again,” Wolfe demanded, stepping even closer, delighting in the way he towered over Eric’s kneeling form.

Eric didn’t have to ask what he meant. “I love you.”

Wolfe’s arousal was flush with Eric’s face, his mate’s breath warm even through the layers of fabric. Eric took the hint, fishing him out of his slacks, taking Wolfe’s already hardening cock in hand.

Wolfe smirked down at him, this beautiful man. “You gave me so much trouble in the beginning. Now look at you.”

Eric stroked him before answering, Wolfe’s cock stiffening painfully in no time at all. “That’s because you deserved it.”

“And now I deserve your devotion, do I?”

He was granted a sly smile before Eric placed a chaste kiss to the base of him, running his fingers over what bare skin he could. “It depends on my mood.”

Wolfe sucked in a breath as Eric licked him from root to tip before mouthing at Wolfe’s swollen head. “Of course it does.”

And then Wolfe groaned, his fingers clenching against his own pant leg, as Eric took him fully into his hot, wet mouth. He leaned back against the wall, letting one hand fall onto Eric’s head, as Eric started sucking with purpose.

Even with arousal hot in his belly, Wolfe’s lingering annoyance made him more demanding, meaner. He offered no soothing words of encouragement, only demands.

“More tongue.”

“Deeper. I want you sloppy, pet.”

Still, he sighed with pleasure when Eric gagged, spit soaking Wolfe’s cock, before earnestly sucking him down again. “There it is.”

This was what he deserved. Eric, flushed and desperate and slutty, all for Wolfe’s cock. And he would have it, wouldn’t he? All this and more. For an eternity.

When his belly tightened and his balls drew tight, he tugged Eric’s hair, catching those green eyes. “Swallow me down, darling. Every drop.”

Eric nodded with a garbled sound, and Wolfe watched, breathing harshly with his release, as that Adam’s apple bobbed with each swallow.

When Wolfe finally pulled him off, Eric looked stunning: teary-eyed, spit-soaked, heavy-lidded. All the meanness drained out of Wolfe’s body in an instant.

“My perfect darling,” he crooned, cupping Eric’s cheek.

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