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Wolfe leaned in closer, pecking the corner of Eric’s mouth before taking his bottom lip between blunt teeth. “Now I could happily devour you whole.”

He captured Eric’s mouth fully, and Eric lost himself in the kiss, in the sure strokes of Wolfe’s tongue, in that firm hold on Eric’s throat.

He was only halfway aware of Wolfe undressing them both with his free hand, manhandling Eric deftly while he kissed him senseless.

Maybe Eric had wanted to be seduced.

When Wolfe finally pulled away, he kept his hold on Eric’s throat, studying his face.

Eric had no idea what he looked like, but he had to assume it was some form of wrecked: his breaths were coming out in desperate pants; his cock was leaking, pressed against Wolfe’s firm stomach; and he’d gone slack and pliable in Wolfe’s hold, practically held up by it.

Whatever he saw, it made Wolfe smile, wicked as ever. He squeezed once before releasing Eric’s neck, giving him a soft smack on his hip. “Onto the bed with you, darling.”

Eric made to lie on his belly again, like he had before, but Wolfe tutted at him from where he was standing at the foot of the bed. “On your back, pet. Knees bent. No hiding this time.”

Eric did as he was told. Wolfe looked him over, slow and thorough. He hadn’t stopped smiling. “What a gorgeous form you have.”

Eric rubbed uncertainly at his chest. “I’m not anything special.”

Wolfe moved to kneel over him. “Ah, but you are. You are. There’s strength here.

” Wolfe ran a hand along his calves, his thighs, brushing at the curls around the base of his cock.

“And beauty.” He trailed caresses over Eric’s chest, circling his nipples.

“Such broad shoulders. I had no doubt fate would select me the perfect specimen.”

Like Eric was some sort of lab rat. Except Wolfe wasn’t looking at him like that. He was looking at Eric like he was special, beautiful, maybe even perfect. “Why were you so sure?”

Wolfe pinched Eric’s nipple, smirking at his gasp. “Because anything less would be unacceptable.”

It was that simple for him, wasn’t it? Like he had an understanding with the universe that he would get his due.

That he deserved it, by virtue of being himself.

Would that rub off on Eric eventually? Or would he simply be protected under the umbrella of that inhuman confidence, a shelter against the storms life threw at them?

He wasn’t sure he cared. He was glad of it either way.

Wolfe sat back down on his knees, lube in hand, and began opening Eric up.

One finger. Two. Three. It was strange, the stretch and the slight sting, but even that sting wasn’t as bad as Eric would have thought.

Whether that was because of his vampire body or just how greedy he was for it, he wasn’t sure.

But he was glad. He didn’t like to hurt.

All the while, Wolfe watched him with single-minded intensity, catching each of his reactions, no matter how small. Studying him. Eric couldn’t look away, even as he gasped and squirmed and moaned with each crook of Wolfe’s fingers.

Wolfe would have him figured out by the end of the night, wouldn’t he? He’d be able to play Eric like a fiddle whenever he wanted. But Eric couldn’t exactly be mad about that. Not when it felt so fucking good.

“Wolfe,” he moaned, ready for certain promises to be fulfilled.

Ready to be filled up.

But Wolfe didn’t stop, didn’t move things forward, just kept twisting his fingers, watching Eric’s stomach muscles quiver.

What was he waiting for?

Then he caught the twitch of Wolfe’s lips. Ah, right. He wanted to be begged again, the narcissist.

“Wolfe,” Eric whined.

The lip twitch again. “Yes, pet?”

“Fuck me. Now.”

“Always ordering me about.”

But Eric didn’t miss the smug, catlike smile.

Wolfe withdrew his fingers, seeming to revel in Eric’s gasp as he did so.

He began lubing up his cock, never taking his eyes off Eric’s.

But Eric couldn’t help it; he let his gaze lower to what was happening below.

That was going to be inside him. That cock, maybe a bit shorter than Eric’s but most definitely thicker, the tip of it an angry red.

Wolfe cocked a brow, noting the direction of his gaze. “Are you ready, pet?”

Eric was not a fucking blushing virgin, damn it. “I’m ready.” The words came out more breathless than he would have liked.

Wolfe slid forward on his knees, looming over Eric’s supine form.

The long, lean line of him was beautiful.

So fucking beautiful. Eric had always found men attractive, but he’d gravitated mostly toward twinky types—anyone younger, smaller, more feminine.

Maybe some misguided attempt to feel more masculine in comparison? Who the fuck knew.

Wolfe may have been slimmer and shorter than him, but he was by no means petite.

There was strength there, as Wolfe would say.

A certain feline grace. And that alarming, intense, obsessive possession—that sharp, greedy feeling—Eric could feel reach a fever pitch as Wolfe pressed back Eric’s thigh, lining himself up for entry.

Eric’s eyes closed reflexively at the sting as that fat tip entered him.

“Eyes open.”

It was more snarl than command. Eric opened them again to find Wolfe closer than before, hovering over Eric as he pressed in deeper, his brown eyes darker than Eric had ever seen them. “Watch me while I take you, Eric. You’re mine. Completely mine.”

Eric kept his eyes wide open, breath catching as his body stretched to receive that intimidating cock. But it wasn’t real pain, nothing sharp or terrible. Just that incredible fullness of his body accepting his mate, opening up for him as he bottomed out.

He’s ours , hissed that new, beastly presence in Eric’s psyche. We’re his.

Wolfe started slow, watching Eric all the while, clearly delighting in every change of breathing pattern, every embarrassing noise he could get out of him, no matter how small.

And Eric felt horribly, wonderfully exposed, each time Wolfe withdrew that thick cock, leaving him empty and aching until the next moment, when he was filled again.

It wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been. Not when he could feel Wolfe’s desire for him, smell that bergamot musk thickening with his arousal.

When Wolfe picked up the pace, canting his hips in a way that had Eric keening, Eric’s eyes finally closed, high-pitched moans punching out of him with every thrust of Wolfe’s hips.

Wolfe didn’t chastise him this time, just kept mercilessly hitting that sharp, tender spot in him.

He had pressed Eric’s thigh as far back as it could stretch, and had landed his torso in the open space until his body was blanketing Eric’s completely, Eric’s cock sliding against the soft fuzz of his stomach.

Could Eric come just like this?

He opened his eyes again to see Wolfe had finally come fully undone. His hair had come out of its careful, slicked hold. His eyes were dark and glazed, his lids heavy. He was panting, gasping, muttering, “Mine. You’re mine .”

“Yours,” Eric slurred mindlessly.

It didn’t seem to appease Wolfe any. Only drive him to thrust harder. “You’ll come like this, pet. Just like this. With me inside you.”

And apparently Eric’s body—just like his mind, his heart, his fucking soul—knew who it belonged to. Because he did. Just like that. A punch of heat along his spine, then an aching, electric release that had the edges of his vision whitening out.

Wolfe groaned in frantic approval, capturing Eric’s mouth as he found his own release, burying himself deep with a shudder while he sucked, bit, and bruised Eric’s lips.

Minutes or hours or fucking days later, he finally released Eric’s mouth.

“Oh my God,” Eric groaned when he finally caught his breath. Wolfe had let his weight fall, and it was heavenly, to be held down by it. “Oh my God .”

He felt the vibration of Wolfe chuckling.

“I don’t think I can move,” Eric sighed.

Wolfe pressed a swift kiss to his tender lips. “You don’t have to, darling. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He shot him a wicked smile. “You must save your strength.”

“For what?”

“For round two.”