Page 74 of Wolfgang

Eric slumped against him, his head finding its way to the crook of Wolfe’s shoulder. “I understand.” He mumbled the words into Wolfe’s skin. “Now fuck me, asshole.”

Wolfe pressed a kiss to Eric’s temple. “Poor, slutty thing.”

But he obliged, rocking his hips once more, sliding his hand over Eric’s weeping cock, jerking him in time with each thrust. He could feel his beast yearning to come out, to take their mate for his own.

Have a taste? Please.

So Wolfe let it reap its reward, his fangs dropping with a sigh, biting into Eric’s neck.

It deserved this too. For finding their mate, for claiming him when Wolfe wouldn’t.

For loving him first.

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“You’reobsessedwithbathingme.”

Wolfe bit back a smile as he arranged the appropriate towel and robe for Eric on the bathroom’s settee, his own towel wrapped loosely around his hips. He noticed that, for all his teasing, Eric had made no move to wash the conditioner from his own hair. “It’s my right, pet.”

“Right.” Eric huffed a laugh. He might have been aiming for snide, but he was clearly too relaxed to manage it. “Because you own me now or something like that? Is that what you were saying back there?”

Wolfe had said all sorts of savage, mindless things, in the course of their mating. He’d meant every word. He leaned down to press a kiss to Eric’s damp forehead. “You’ve always been mine, darling.”

Eric gave him a half-hearted pout. “But it’s weird that you’re not in here with me.”

Wolfe had showered on his own as the tub filled, tending to Eric from his place on the bathtub’s ledge. “I like to be able to see all of you.”

“Perv,” Eric accused happily, splashing water out of the tub like an overgrown child.

Wolfe moved to return to his place behind his mate and wash out the conditioner, but he stopped as his wrist was taken in a hard grip.

“But it goes both ways, right?” Eric’s gaze was no longer petulant or playful but shockingly serious. “You’re not leaving either. right?”

Wolfe smoothed a hand over Eric’s blond hair. Such baseless insecurities running around that intelligent mind. It would take a long, long while to iron them out. Luckily, they had an eternity. “Why, darling, are you going to leave a wake of terror if I flee?”

Eric pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I’ll terrorizeyouthat’s for sure. You’re not allowed to—to get me used to all this. The pampering and the reassurances and the dicking me down like a champ. And then justleave.”

Wolfe planted a kiss on Eric’s damp shoulder, mouthing at the drops of water, before turning him back around so he could rinse the conditioner. “As if I would ever.”

“Good.”

Petulant thing. Wolfe smiled, delighting in his ministrations, in the loose, contended feeling pulsing off his mate despite his surface worries. So easily reassured. So easily treasured.

Their companionable silence was shattered by the strident ring of Eric’s phone.

Wolfe slapped lightly at his reaching hand. “Leave it.”

Eric slunk back against the tub. “I have to call her back eventually, you know. It’s been over a week. And the texts I’ve sent her havenotbeen received well.”

“Leave it,” Wolfe repeated, running his hands along Eric’s shoulders, soothing him back into the appropriately relaxed position. “I’ll handle it…” And, because he could, because Ericdid, he added, “Trust me.”

“You’re going to be relentless with this ‘trust me’ thing, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am.”

Wolfe took his time, making his way around the tub to wash every inch of his gorgeous mate. He prolonged the experience by drying Eric with the towel one limb at a time, ignoring his feeble protests of being capable of drying himself.

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