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“You do?”I’d never done anal.In all the ways of having sex with a man, that’d felt the most unnerving.The least wolf-acceptable, at least from underneath.Wasn’t letting someone fuck you the ultimate gesture of submission?
I stared down at Dustin.He was kneeling and asking a favor, but his pose held no submission.He kept his chin up, his gaze direct on mine, his shoulders back, his feet curled under those powerful thighs, ready to launch him into action.
“You don’t have to,” he said mildly, as if talking about the weather.“I thought it might be fun.”
“Fun?”
“And hot.Very hot.”He grabbed his cock and ran a fist up and down his length.A thin thread of precum dripped from his slit, and I followed its motion to my bedroom floor.Licked my lips.Swallowed.“Blow jobs are good too,” he noted.
“No, I… I want to.”I suddenly did.Wanted all of his size and power and heat under me, taking me, giving himself to me.“But I’ve never, and it’s going to take me awhile to go again.”
“I’m in no rush.”Dustin’s grin turned wicked.“I don’t mind taking my time getting you back in the mood.”
Chapter 7
Dustin
Every part of me sang like a plucked bowstring, now I had proof that Wade was as into men as I was.I rose to my feet, the taste of his jizz a powerful aphrodisiac.My cock urged me to dosomething, now!But my dick didn’t control me, and at last, I had Wade naked and letting me touch him.I planned to savor the moment.
“Lie on the bed,” I told him.
“Me?I thought you…”
“Eventually.”I set my hands on Wade’s shoulders and bent, kissed him, then urged him backward.I might’ve knelt for him once already, but I was no pushover and it was my turn now.“On your back.”
He obeyed me slowly, scooting higher, turning around so his head landed on the pillow, his dark curly hair a halo.I crawled over him, blanketing him with my bigger body, letting him feel my weight.He wriggled under me as I pinned him.Not like he was truly trying to throw me off, but as if he was testing my solidity.
I kissed his jaw, then turned the kiss into a sharp nip.“All right?”
Wade let out a shaky gasp.“Yeah.That’s good.”As our eyes met, he lifted his chin, giving me better access to his neck.
My wolf sang at the chance to put our fangs on our mate’s throat—Not mate,I corrected.Lover.
Mate.My wolf rose, rumbling a sound like a purr that vibrated from my lips.Wade closed his eyes and turned his head farther to the side.
I ran my teeth lightly along the cord of his neck, pausing where the pulse beat in the big artery.
Ours.
I sucked hard on that pulse point.Wade groaned and arched against my mouth.I felt his cock stir under my belly.When I had a nice red spot where I wanted it, though it wouldn’t last on a wolf, I moved to Wade’s full lips.He blinked up at me as we kissed, his blue eyes bleary, the pupils huge.I moved a hand to his hair and tugged lightly, which got me another groan.
Sliding one knee higher, I rubbed myself against him, the rod of my cock dragging along the groove leading to his hip.His breathing quickened and he gripped my ass, pulling me down over him.His dick began getting back in the game under me.
I raised myself on my hands, meeting his gaze.“You got lotion or something for jerking off?”
“Uh, yeah.”He gestured toward his bedside drawer.I leaned over, dug around, and found a bottle of baby oil.Not my favorite, but it would do.I unscrewed the cap, poured myself a palmful, and set the bottle aside.Wade watched me closely.“What are you going to do?”
“This, for starters.”I reached between us and wrapped my well-oiled hand around him, then eased over until my dick nudged his.I couldn’t close my hand around both of us, but I managed enough to form a slick, hot tunnel, stroking us together through my fist.
“Oh, fuck.”Wade pumped against me into my hand.“That’s good.”
“Mm.”I’d been hard as a rock for too long, and the bump and slide of his cock against mine hurtled me toward the brink.I let go before I hit the point of no return and reached behind myself.“And this.”
Preparing myself was a bit awkward, but I jammed two oil-slick fingers inside, relishing the burn.My prostate was right there, begging for attention, but this wasn’t the moment to play.Wait till Wade’s in there.I stretched a bare minimum, then eased my fingers out, rose on my knees, and nudged him.“Scoot over.”
“Huh?”His parted lips and fast breaths were an excuse for his lack of coherence.I loved the flush that rose in mottled scarlet over his chest and neck.
“I need a place to kneel.Slide over or down or something.”
