Page 63 of Master Wolf

“Please, Drew, fuck me,” he begged. “I need your cock in me.”

Drew took him to the edge twice, pulling back twice. Only when Lindsay was a sobbing, helpless mess, did he finally rise to his feet and slowly, deliberately unfasten his breeches and drawers.

His own prick was almost painful to touch, so swollen with unfulfilled pleasure and need.

Almost two years since they’d been together.

“Please,” Lindsay begged.

Drew leaned over him, smoothing his damp hair back from his forehead. “No more waiting,” Drew whispered. “I will give you what you need, love.”

Lindsay gave a broken sob and turned his head into the pillow.

“Look at me,” Drew begged. He was pressing his fingers inside Lindsay now, preparing Lindsay for his cock. He lined the head up against Lindsay’s hole.

Lindsay turned his head back, his dark eyes fiery and vulnerable at once. He was not happy to looking at Drew right now, but he did not resist Drew’s plea, meeting his relentless gaze and keeping his eyes open as Drew slowly, thickly, pressed inside him, groaning with the effort of taking Drew deep.

When Drew was fully seated inside Lindsay, he lowered his clothed body onto Lindsay’s naked one, pressing their chests together. For a long moment, he stared into Lindsay’s eyes, then pressed their mouths together, tangling his tongue with Lindsay’s as he began to move his hips, his hands gripping Lindsay’s thighs so tightly they’d leave bruises.

It was over absurdly quickly. They were both so worked up by then, Drew could only have been fucking Lindsay for a minute before Lindsay gasped and spasmed, his cock pulsing between their bellies, and Drew wasn’t far behind him. A few more snaps of his hips, and he was coming inside Lindsay, coming so hard and so long, he thought he’d pass out if it didn’t stop soon.

When it was over, he slumped over Lindsay’s exhausted body, gasping for breath, and for some coherent words to say.

“Well,” Lindsay said lightly, his breath ghosting over Drew’s ear. “Here we are again.”

Drew levered himself up slowly, avoiding Lindsay’s eyes. Already regret was setting in.

Lindsay said, “Isn’t this the part where you tell me this was a mistake and that I made you do it?”

Drew flushed. “I’m not blaming you,” he said. “I accept responsibility for my actions.”

“Well, that’s very big of you,” Lindsay replied. He gave a short laugh and pushed against Drew’s arm, forcing Drew to move aside and let him stand.

Frowning, Drew watched as Lindsay pushed past him and began to search the floor for his clothes. After a moment, galvanised by the efficiency with which Lindsay was briskly dressing, Drew began to slowly tuck himself back into his own drawers and breeches.

As he worked, he braced himself for the inevitable debate that always followed their encounters. But it seemed Lindsay had nothing to say. In fact, as soon as he had his drawers, breeches and shirt on, he bundled up rest of his clothes and headed for the chamber door without another word.

“Where are you going?” Drew blurted.

Lindsay spared him a glance. “Bed,” he said tersely.

“You usually—” He broke off

Lindsay stopped. Turned.

“Usually what? Hang around after you fuck me hoping you’ll have changed your mind about us?”

Drew stared wordlessly at Lindsay with his heart racing and his wolf pacing and whining inside him.

“Not this time,” Lindsay said wearily. “It’s taken a while, Drew, but I’ve finally realised that you’ll never accept me the way I want you to.”

“Accept you?” Drew repeated slowly, irritation building now “You say that as though I have any control here. You bitme, Lindsay. I had no choice about anything.”

Lindsay gave an exasperated huff. “And we’re back to this.”

“What?”

“I bit you. You did not consent. What exactly do you want me to do about it, Drew?” He sighed wearily. “Please, tell me what it is you want from me.”