Page 73 of Wolfgang

Eric’s answering smile was beatific.

Wolfe started unbuttoning his vest, his shirt soon to follow. “Now strip, pet. I need you naked.”

Eric eyed Wolfe’s softening cock with raised brows. “But…”

Wolfe smirked at him. “Don’t worry. Your hole won’t be empty for long. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Eric flushed beautifully before stripping with an eagerness that would be amusing if Wolfe weren’t feeling so beastly with as-yet-unsated desire. As perfect as Eric had sucked him, it hadn’t been enough.

Would it ever be enough?

“Do you want a pillow for your knees?” Wolfe asked, feeling magnanimous after his orgasm. However Eric answered, Wolfe would be taking his mate here and now. On the floor.

Eric shook his head, his eyes on Wolfe’s bare chest. “No. But you need to be naked too.”

“Do I?” Already back to giving orders. Spoiled indeed.

But there was no reason not to comply. Wolfe stripped himself of his trousers, loving the increased attention he received in return, Eric’s lustful gaze traveling over his form like a caress.

When they were both naked, Eric’s magnificent cock leaking copiously with his arousal, Wolfe waved his hand. “On all fours, pet.”

“Jesus.”

Wolfe fetched the lube he’d hidden away in the side table. He took a moment to appreciate the sight: his mate’s muscular ass presented to him, his strong legs trembling not from effort or fear but anticipation. It must have been torture for poor Eric, not to touch that swollen cock. But he was being good for Wolfe, his hands planted firmly on the floor. Giving him his reward.

Wolfe knelt behind him, stroking the smooth skin of Eric’s hip. “All right, pet?”

“’m perfect,” Eric mumbled.

“You are.” Wolfe pressed a kiss to Eric’s lower back, tracing a lubed finger over Eric’s hole, delighting in the way it fluttered at the attention. He was such a treasure to work open, the way he whined and moaned and pushed back against Wolfe’s fingers.

Wolfe lost himself in the pleasure, pressing kisses along Eric’s spine, mouthing at the skin of his shoulders. A feast all for him. By the time he had three fingers in, Eric was a writhing, mewling mess, and Wolfe’s cock was back to full hardness.

He lined himself up, breath catching as his swollen head passed the tight restriction of Eric’s rim. This was as close to heaven as he’d ever get. This tight, hot grip, the pulse of Eric’s pleasure dancing along with his own.

He barely gave Eric a moment to adjust before going hard, his hips rocking back and plunging in deeply again and again, covering Eric’s broad back with his own. He felt beastly. Undone. He wanted to plant his seed as deep as he could in this frustrating man, fuck him into oblivion, rut into him until all he knew was Wolfe.

Eric keened with every thrust. “F-Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.”

His cries were desperate, his skin hot.

Wolfe wanted him closer.

He found himself wrapping his arms around Eric’s chest, sitting back on his knees and pulling Eric with him, onto his lap. He paused there, panting. He’d meant to be mating him—conquering him—but here he was holding him. That was fine. He had certain things to say.

“Listen closely, pet.”

Eric whined.

Wolfe licked a stripe of sweat off his neck. “Are you listening?”

Eric gave a dazed nod, even as his hips jerked, trying to work himself on Wolfe’s cock. Insatiable. But Wolfe held him firm.

He tugged at his mate’s ear with blunt teeth. “I can be good to you, pet. Goodforyou. Always, if you ask me. But you will never,everleave me. Do you understand? You aremine. And if you run, I will catch you, and I won’t hesitate to burn everything down in my wake.”

“Fuck. You fucking psycho.” Eric laughed breathily, but he didn’t withdraw from Wolfe’s touch. His ass was still grinding back against Wolfe, as if to tantalize him into moving.

“Do. You. Understand?”

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