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Using the flat of his tongue, Zeppelin traced the long vein on the side of Preston’s pretty cock.
His free hand skimmed back up his mate’s stomach and tweaked a nipple, feeling it pucker under the tips of his fingers. He was so responsive to Zeppelin’s touch, a sensual creature he wanted to bind to his soul.
He explored the man’s length with his mouth, teasing and tasting, taking Preston all the way down his throat then pulling back.
Zeppelin looked up and watched his mate watch him. Preston’s eyes held such pure heat that Zeppelin felt branded. He curled his hand around Preston’s jutting erection and licked a long path up one side and down the other, smiling to himself when his mate shuddered.
“You play dirty,” Preston moaned.
“It’s the only way to play, love.” Zeppelin chuckled.
Without warning, Zeppelin swallowed Preston to the back of his throat. His mate’s head fell back as he cried out, his hips jerked wildly.
Zeppelin was no stranger to pain, and even liked a little with sex, but the way Preston was pulling at his hair, Zeppelin would be bald by the time the little vixen climaxed.
“Ease off the hair, babe.”
“Oh, sorry!” Preston snatched his hands away. “Did I hurt you?”
Zeppelin smirked. “Hardly. I just don’t want you ripping it out.”
Preston licked his lips as he smiled. “You really do have gorgeous hair.”
“Thanks.” He engulfed his mate’s cock while inching a finger inside his tight ass.
He was fighting against the need to fuck Preston right then. His wolf snarled, demanding Zeppelin do just that. Not until they talked.
He slid his mouth back up Preston’s length before releasing the shaft. He stared down at the glistening cock, wet with his saliva. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“Stop admiring and get to sucking,” Preston whined. “If you keep teasing me, you’re leaving here bald!”
“Bossy little bottom,” Zeppelin muttered but sucked his mate’s cock back down his throat, creating a suction as he thrust his finger in and out of Preston’s ass.
“Z-Zeppelin.” Preston curled and uncurled his fingers. “Need to grab your hair for some unexplainable reason. So close.”
He just looked up at his mate, narrowing his eyes, and using his throat muscles to squeeze Preston’s cock.
“Gentle, right.” His fingers carded through the strands, his head thrown back, soft little mewls rumbling from his throat. His mate began to tremble, his legs restless, sliding back and forth.
With a wicked grin, Zeppelin inserted a second finger.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Preston’s cock pulsed between Zeppelin’s lips, cum shooting down his throat. He swallowed every last drop, groaning at how good his mate tasted.
He could devour his little human all day and never grow tired of his mate’s pretty cock between his lips.
Preston slumped against the bed, breathing heavily. But Zeppelin reared back, releasing his hard cock. “Suck me off, baby. I’m so damn close.”
Scrambling to his hands and knees, Preston took Zeppelin’s erection into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make Zeppelin see stars. He shouted his mate’s name, fucking Preston’s mouth in short bursts. His climax shattered him, making his body jerk.
Holy hell. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard. He felt as if he could take a five-hour nap.
A gasp drew his attention. Zeppelin opened his eyes and stared down at Preston, who was scrambling backward, eyes wide, mouth dropped open slightly.
Caught up in so much pleasure, Zeppelin hadn’t realized his canines had descended.
Chapter Seven
“What are you?” Preston scrambled for his clothes, trying desperately to rationalize the long canines protruding from Zeppelin’s mouth. Why in the hell did Preston keep ending up with whack jobs? Was he cursed? Did he have “SUCKER” stamped across his forehead that only psychos could see?
