Page 10 of Someone Else's Wolf

He stepped up to help me with the rest of my clothes, his hands gentle, his eyes intent, like I was the only thing that existed in the world. His touch made my breath catch. It always did. Why?

Maybe it would be easier, after this, if I got him out of my system. One thing was for sure: this was already better than what had been in my head to do with him. And we'd only just gotten naked.

As I shucked off the rest of my clothes, he looked at me like I was the amazing one. His grin was shy but delighted. He ducked his head and moved closer, touching me like I was precious.

Something sudden and shocking occurred to me. I put a hand against his chest. "Wait. Uh."

"Are you okay?" He drew back, his expression concerned, not frustrated or angry, not even wary. "You want to stop?"

"Not that. Just...um, this isn't going to mean we're mates or anything, is it?"

His laugh was too sudden and real to be faked. "No. Hardly. It's just sex. If that's okay with you?" Again, concerned for me. The guy was just too much.

"Hell, yes." I wasn't about to sign up for a lifetime of something I didn't really get, just for a night of good sex. And, oh, it was going to be so good. "That's great. It doesn't always have to be like that, then?"

He frowned. "No. Why are we talking about mates? Let's talk about something interesting."

"Okay." My laugh was light and excited. Clearly, he wasn't interested in pursuing that topic, no more keen on the idea than I was. I felt like I'd dodged a bullet there. There were still so many things I didn't get about shifters. It would be rotten if I ended up in a situation like that. I would've been bound to get hurt, or hurt him, or both.

"Hey, now." He reached up and smoothed the hair back from my face. "Would you stop worrying and let me take care of you? What do you want?"

"Fuck me," I said, the words emerging like they'd been dying to get out all day, or even longer. "Please."

"Sure. If you like. Anything special I should know?" He ran his hands down my sides, then my thighs.

I shook my head.

He leaned down over me and kissed me. His eyes were intense, intent.

He rubbed one of my nipples experimentally, thoughtfully, then bent to kiss and lick the other. Trading between them, he rubbed his competent, slow, strong hands here and there: thighs, legs, chest, sides — and rolled me slightly on my side, towards him, so he could reach round and hold my ass with one hand, still facing me.

"Damn, you've got a nice ass." He cupped and massaged. "I could eat you right up."

"How big and bad of you." I grinned, but I was getting pretty wound up. "Maybe you could just fuck me?"

"Maybe I could." His grin was evil. "Or I could take my time and make you like it."

"Yeah. No." I caught his big, heavy cock in my hands and gave it some intense handling. "I don't think so. Take your time on round two. I want this inside me."

His eyes went wide, though whether from the touch or the frank talk, I didn't know — and didn't care.

"All right." His voice was gravelly and rough. He pushed me back, grabbed a pillow, and shoved it up under my lower back. "Legs in the air," he said almost breezily, although the intensity in his eyes made me shiver. "Get ready for it."

"Hey. Don't dry-fuck me, okay?"

He laughed. "I wouldn't." He rubbed up, fumbled for, and dropped, a half-empty container of lube. It took him a couple of tries to get it open. It was nice to know I wasn't the only desperate one. Really nice, actually.

He rubbed some between his fingers, warming it, eye-fucking me all the while.

"Holy shit!" I yelped when he touched my ass with his lubed fingers at the same time as he lowered his head and engulfed my inflamed cock in his mouth and throat. "You're gonna make me...gah."

I couldn't talk. I clawed at the bedclothes while he sucked on me and worked his fingers inside at the same time. He was too damned good at this — and he knew what I wanted. I wasn't gonna make it if he...

When I was seconds away from losing all control, he unmouthed me, kissed my tip quickly, and said, "Short fuse, huh?" There was laughter in his voice, the bastard.

I opened my mouth to try to get words out — very grumpy words, no doubt — but just then he moved. And, oh, this was a step in the right direction. He'd prepped me well, and now he pushed inside properly. It was a tight fit. Like I said, he was hung.

He was patient with me, careful not to rush, but as soon as I was ready, he went to town, fucking me like nobody's business, just how I'd wanted, even better than my daydreams. "Look at me," he said, his voice soft but promising no room for me to disobey.