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Audor might have been ashamed of how hot the idea made him if he didn't know Waylon was the same. “Mhmm. An audience. A bit of exhibition? I’m in.”
Waylon laughed just as Audor hoped. He claimed Audor’s mouth, and the mood instantly changed. Things went from playful to serious in a flash. Waylon would be inside him soon, pulling all the cries and moans from him. This was the greatest life.
It hadn’t been that many moons since Waylon thought he would never have this with Audor. He had loved him and lived in fear of that feeling. Now he had this perfect life, and he still lived in fear. If he lost Audor, he would lose himself.
“You can’t lose me.” Audor swiped his hand over the curve of Waylon’s ass. “You’re supposed to be focused on me right now instead of having these bleak thoughts.” He squeezed Waylon’s ass. “I demand my mate’s attention.”
Waylon felt how huge his smile had grown. He popped the button on Audor’s jeans. “Attention, huh? Sounds like you need to be groomed.”
Audor groaned.
Waylon saw in Audor’s mind that he understood. Waylon intended to lick every inch of Audor until he begged for mercy. He pushed Audor’s shirt up and started with his right nipple before tonguing his way to the left. The way Audor’s breath stuttered made the wolf’s pride grow. His mate was well taken care of. As he licked his way down Audor’s stomach, he realized his mistake. He felt everything Audor did. Audor’s desperation was his. Waylon had Audor’s cock in his mouth way sooner than he planned. All thoughts of torture fled. He gave his everything. It was as if he sucked his own dick, which—as a wolf—he could do.
A groan escaped Audor. “Fuck, Waylon. You’re killing me. The images in your head are hot as hell. I want to watch you bobbing on your own cock.” He tugged Waylon’s hair. His hips lifted. Audor abused his throat, and Waylon loved every second. The pressure climbed his erection as it did the same for Audor. The closer he got, the faster and harder he sucked. By the time he thought he might lose his mind, Waylon was ready to scream. Then the pounding pressure exploded into waves of bliss. He kept going until he licked away every drop. Then he kissed a path back up Audor’s body.
“Goddamn. That was hot. Too quick for my liking, but it still got me hard.”
At the sound of Stone’s voice, Waylon buried his face against Audor’s throat. He shook with laughter. Waylon had known Stone was there, just out of sight. But Waylon had also felt Audor’s satisfaction at knowing Stone watched. It was less about exhibitionism and voyeurism and more about Audor wanting Stone to fully see Waylon belonged to him. There would be nocompetition. Waylon was Audor’s heart, body, mind, and soul. In fact, they shared the same soul now. They were unbreakable.