Page 5 of Fighting Fate (Monsters of London #4)

Dax

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Vince definitely doesn’t know about wolves.

I idly run my fingers up and down his spine as we catch our breath. He’s still fully dressed—shirt and jeans undone, of course—and I’m naked, but I kind of like that.

I nearly fucked up with the condoms. I know that. I just figured maybe I was wrong, maybe he knew after all. My wolf makes a sound of agreement. This connection between us is… different.

But clearly, he doesn’t. I’m just glad I kept the ones Patch bought me as a joke a few weeks ago. And that Vince found them funny.

He lifts his head now, chin digging lightly into my chest. I wait as he studies my face. He still seemed to be into everything after that, so maybe he’s not as worried about the mess-up as I am.

“You’re thinking really hard for someone whose brain I just sucked out through their cock,” Vince says. His voice is a little lower now, hoarser, even though I tried my best to keep my hips still.

Thinking hard… It’s not a thing I’ve been accused of before.

I run a hand through Vince’s hair. “I’m really not.”

Vince laughs faintly, then pushes up so he’s hovering over me. He’s gorgeous, body sculpted in a way mine never will be. I slide my hand over his hip and stroke over his abs again. He shivers, eyes darkening.

“So what do you want to do now, Dax?” he purrs.

I’m not sure how to ask. My fingers creep a little higher, and Vince sucks in a breath when I pinch one of his nipples.

“I want to fuck you,” I say finally, not meeting his gaze. I remember what he said at the club. “Or you could—”

Vince cuts me off with a kiss, leaning down on his forearms as he devours my mouth. I crush him against me, and when I grab his arse, he groans and bucks against me.

“Yeah, fuck, let me…”

He pushes off all at once, and I sit up as he stands and shrugs his shirt off. The muscles in his arms flex, and I want to lick them. My wolf lets out a low whine.

Vince’s gaze snaps to mine like he hears it. He grins and holds my gaze as he pushes his jeans off his hips and steps out of them.

I should have noticed before, but he’s not wearing underwear. He flushes when I look him over slowly, and I don’t know what expression is on my face, but he seems to like it.

“Which way do you prefer?” Vince asks.

I shuffle up so my back is to the headboard, making sure to grab the box of condoms as I go. Vince stares at me for a moment, then sighs. He climbs onto the bed and straddles my hips.

Hmm, I like him here. I stroke down his spine, over the curve of his arse, and he shivers.

“Dax…”

“What do you want?” I ask. I’m big. I know that. And I’ve fucked plenty of size queens but also plenty of guys who only top or who took one look at my cock and decided they weren’t going to fit it inside of them.

“I’m vers,” Vince says. He bites his lower lip. “And bi. So, like…”

For the first time all night, he seems uncertain. I can’t help myself. I lean in and nudge our noses together, and Vince huffs a laugh when our lips touch.

“It’s not a problem. It should never be a problem.”

Vince shrugs. “You know how people can be.”

“But you top a lot?”

“Yeah.” His next breath shakes. “Not always. Not even with the women.”

I grin. Adventurous. “Okay. Will you ride me?”

I hear the click of Vince’s throat as he swallows. His fingers dig into my biceps. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Let’s do that.”

We’re kissing almost before he finishes the sentence, and I keep one hand on Vince’s arse, kneading and squeezing. Vince’s hands do their own exploration, squeezing my pecs before he pinches my nipples. I gasp into his mouth. I’ll get hard again quickly—can already feel my cock stiffening, in fact—but Vince…

I reach between us, and he keens into my mouth when I grip his cock. “Fuck, Dax, don’t stop.”

As I stroke his cock with one hand, the other delves between his cheeks. I circle my finger around his hole, but I need—We need—

“Lube,” I say against his mouth.

Vince huffs. “You couldn’t bring it from the bathroom?”

“Bedside table.” I flick my thumb over the head of his cock, and he bites my lower lip hard. I only moan and Vince pulls back with a surprised expression.

It doesn’t last long. He leans over and finds the lube, then squeezes some over my fingers.

“You can do all the work, right?” he asks, a hint of cheekiness in his voice.

“Kiss me.”

He does, draping his arms around my neck, and I circle his hole again before I push a finger inside. I’m careful, slow, stomach tightening at every faint gasp Vince makes as I open him up. He grazes his lips down my jaw and scrapes his teeth down my throat. I tilt my head back with a whine.

My wolf submits, too. I can’t think about it. Vince nips my collarbone, and I slide my forefinger in up to the second knuckle.

“More,” he whispers.

I give it to him. His cock is hard again, weeping in my hand as I open him on two fingers, then three. Vince writhes in my lap, fucking down on my fingers, and he’s so tight around them that I can’t imagine what he’s going to feel like on my cock.

I don’t have to wait for long. “Enough,” Vince hisses. He bites my jaw. “Get your cock in me.”

He snatches up the condoms as I tug my fingers free, then lifts up so I can reach around him and roll it on. I kiss him gently. “Go slow.”

Some of the frantic desire in his eyes softens. “I know.”

I suck in a breath when Vince takes hold of my cock, lining it up with his hole. He rocks his hips back and forth, and I bury my hands in the duvet as he begins to sink down. It takes every ounce of effort I have to keep my wolf in check. My gums itch as my fangs try desperately to break free. I can only hope my claws stay where they’re supposed to be, too.

Vince lets out a little shiver and clenches around me. I groan.

“You good?” he asks, already breathless.

I nod. I don’t dare to speak. He has to be able to see my eyes, right? We’ve still not turned a light on, but it’s not pitch black in here—could never be in this city. Does he know he’s seeing my wolf?

“Fuck, you’re so big,” Vince says. He laughs faintly like he’s being silly. I unclench one hand from the duvet and stroke his hip.

He reacts immediately to the touch, and I tighten my grip. Vince takes more and more of me, face creasing with discomfort but never pain. I hardly dare to move. I don’t want to hurt him.

We’re both trembling by the time I bottom out, his arse resting against my hips. Sweat rolls down my spine from the effort of holding myself back. Vince leans forward, resting his hands on my pecs.

“You’re so patient,” he says, a note of wonder in his voice.

I blink in surprise. I don’t know what I expected him to say, but that…

No one’s ever said that before. Why would they?

“I—” I don’t know what to say, and Vince seems to understand. He kisses me slowly, and as he does, he begins to roll his hips.

I whine into his mouth. I can be patient, sure, but there’s a not-at-all small part of me that wants to roll him over and fuck him. If I thought I could do that, and he would enjoy it…

“Fuck,” Vince groans. He sits up and begins to ride me in earnest, his movements speeding up as he becomes used to the size of me. His hands knead my pecs, tease my nipples, and I gasp and moan as he uses me to chase his own pleasure.

Not that I’m not enjoying it. Obviously.

Vince grins down at me. Fuck, but he’s an image like this. His cheeks are flushed, sweat making his muscles shine. And what muscles they are—he doesn’t tire as he gives me a show, grinding down on my cock like he’s never wanted anything more in his life.

“Vince,” I groan. My hips jerk, cock thrusting up inside him, and he tosses his head back with a moan.

“Do that again.”

I grab his hips, fucking up into him with long, smooth movements. Vince rocks back against me, chasing that feeling, and when I go to touch his cock, he grabs my wrist and holds me still.

My surprised gaze shoots to his. He grins, and a sparkle of mischievousness shows through in his smile.

“Bet you can make me come without touching me.”

Fuck. He’s going to be the death of me. I can feel it. I surge up and Vince lets out a squawk of surprise, hands flying up to land on my shoulders. I don’t shove him back. No. He rests in my lap instead, our faces so close I feel his breath on my lips.

This close, his cock rubs against my stomach as we move together, but he doesn’t seem to mind that. He kisses me, sloppy and lax as I fuck him. Can he come like this? I’m willing to find out.

I don’t know how long we rock together, not-so-gentle flames fanning into something close to a wildfire. Vince trembles when I lick a stripe up the side of his neck, then again when I dig my teeth into his shoulder. I groan when he presses against me and sucks on my earlobe. Sweet, sweet pleasure courses through me, and every clench of his tight hole around my cock has my muscles tensing, so ready to come.

Not before he does. Never that. I kiss him again, and when I shift my hips, the angle of my cock changes slightly. Vince swears and shakes in my arms. I kiss the corner of his mouth.

“There?”

“Yes. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

I don’t. I brush against his prostate over and over, and he whimpers, clinging to me. He’s so close—he has to be—and I grab one arse cheek, spreading him open as I impale him on my cock.

“Dax, I’m gonna—Oh, fuck , please…”

I drive up harder into him. Vince’s mouth falls open on a cry and wet heat hits my belly as he comes between us. I follow him straight over that edge as if the only thing stopping me was my wish to see him come first.

Vince kisses the side of my neck when I go tense, my balls drawing up. I shoot into the condom, and he squeezes around me, then collapses against my chest.

I tip back on the bed, bringing him down with me. We’re a mess, sweaty and sticky, but I don’t mind right now. That pleasant, spicy scent of him surrounds me, and I don’t want him to—

Oh. I relax my suddenly tense hands. Vince lifts his head.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” My voice shakes, and I give him a smile. “Yeah, I…”

Vince takes my trailing off for pleasure, at least. He smiles and leans up to brush his lips against mine. “Yeah, that was fucking great, huh?”

He sits up and stretches, pulling a face when I slip out of him. I swallow down the terror suddenly pulsing in my chest. He’s going to leave, isn’t he? He said one night, and now we’re done, and…

“Let me help you… We should clean up before I go,” he says. He seems almost reluctant, but I don’t want to push too hard. He made his boundaries clear, and I need to respect them.

Even if he is my mate.

No.

Especially because he’s my mate.

“You could stay,” I say and don’t even try to stifle my yawn. At my words, Vince frowns, but his eyes soften when I yawn, some kind of fondness in his expression. I glance at the clock. “It’s already four in the morning. How long will it take you to get home from here?”

Vince sighs, clearly trying to work it out. “If I take the bus, like an hour? Could get a taxi.”

“Or you could stay.” I shake my head when Vince frowns again. “It doesn’t… I’m not starting anything. But we could sleep, and you can leave in the morning. Later, this morning.”

Vince bites his lower lip as he thinks, then runs his eyes over me and nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. That’d be nice.”

I heave myself off the bed, remove the condom, and toss it into the bin in the corner of the room. “Okay. Let me sort this out, and we can—”

Vince stands suddenly and presses up against my side. I shiver when he kisses the side of my neck.

“Shower first,” he says. “Then bed.”

I grin into his kiss and he’s smiling, too, when he pulls back. “Shower first,” I agree.