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“Oh.” Sybil sighed, her eyes on Daphne and the urchin. “I would have been fine without, I’m sure. But my love yearns to care for one, and I yearn to care for my love.” She smiled conspiratorially at him. “We’ll do an awful lot for our mates, won’t we?”

“Keep that child far away from us. If you lose control of him, I want nothing to do with it.”

Sybil gave his cheek another pat. “There’s my lovely Wolfgang. Don’t you worry, we’ll be out of town by the morning.”

Trembling with barely contained irritation and anger, Wolfe stalked to the sitting room, trying to get himself under control.

It wasn’t in his nature to leave a complication open-ended, especially one as likely to blow up as this child.

It made his skin itch. But he’d still done it, hadn’t he?

And all for the man waiting for him in the sitting room, seemingly as tense as Wolfe was, most likely due to whatever he was feeling through the bond.

What was Wolfe to do with him, this insecure mess of a man who claimed to be missing proper empathy but still tried to soften the lack thereof in Wolfe?

Eric was watching him with wary green eyes as he entered the room. It was maddening. Wolfe wanted to punish him for forcing this compromise. And yet he was loath to cause his mate distress. Contentment—that was what he wanted from him, wasn’t it?

It was terrible, these warring impulses, this conflict of emotions.

But before Wolfe could open his mouth to speak—and what would he say, if he did?—Eric dropped to his knees, shuffling forward until he was directly in front of him, his head in line with Wolfe’s belt.

It was an unmistakable gesture. What a clever mate, offering himself up as a sacrifice. Lust stirred hotly in Wolfe’s loins despite the lingering annoyance.

Eric smiled softly at him, the expression almost shy. “You did a really good thing today.”

Wolfe cocked a brow. “And you think to placate me by sucking my cock?” He tsked. “I doubt your mouth is that talented.”

Eric’s smile lost its shyness, as if Wolfe had given him encouragement rather than censure. “But you love my mouth,” he teased.

And how irritatingly true that was. Wolfe was addicted to it: claiming it, nipping at it, listening to all the ridiculous things it spouted.

He’d turned into a sap.

He clucked his tongue anyway, unwilling to admit defeat. “Cocky.”

Eric reached out to toy with his belt. “Well, that’s your fault, isn’t it? For being so nice to me all the time. It’s messed with my ego.”

Another truth, at least in part. Wolfe had spoiled Eric from the beginning, hadn’t he? Given in to all his whims. And it seemed he had no intention of stopping. He’d be concerned about the ledge he’d seemed to have found himself on if not for what Eric had told him in the woods.

“Say it again,” Wolfe demanded, stepping even closer, delighting in the way he towered over Eric’s kneeling form.

Eric didn’t have to ask what he meant. “I love you.”

Wolfe’s arousal was flush with Eric’s face, his mate’s breath warm even through the layers of fabric. Eric took the hint, fishing him out of his slacks, taking Wolfe’s already hardening cock in hand.

Wolfe smirked down at him, this beautiful man. “You gave me so much trouble in the beginning. Now look at you.”

Eric stroked him before answering, Wolfe’s cock stiffening painfully in no time at all. “That’s because you deserved it.”

“And now I deserve your devotion, do I?”

He was granted a sly smile before Eric placed a chaste kiss to the base of him, running his fingers over what bare skin he could. “It depends on my mood.”

Wolfe sucked in a breath as Eric licked him from root to tip before mouthing at Wolfe’s swollen head. “Of course it does.”

And then Wolfe groaned, his fingers clenching against his own pant leg, as Eric took him fully into his hot, wet mouth. He leaned back against the wall, letting one hand fall onto Eric’s head, as Eric started sucking with purpose.

Even with arousal hot in his belly, Wolfe’s lingering annoyance made him more demanding, meaner. He offered no soothing words of encouragement, only demands.

“More tongue.”

“Deeper. I want you sloppy, pet.”

Still, he sighed with pleasure when Eric gagged, spit soaking Wolfe’s cock, before earnestly sucking him down again. “There it is.”

This was what he deserved. Eric, flushed and desperate and slutty, all for Wolfe’s cock. And he would have it, wouldn’t he? All this and more. For an eternity.

When his belly tightened and his balls drew tight, he tugged Eric’s hair, catching those green eyes. “Swallow me down, darling. Every drop.”

Eric nodded with a garbled sound, and Wolfe watched, breathing harshly with his release, as that Adam’s apple bobbed with each swallow.

When Wolfe finally pulled him off, Eric looked stunning: teary-eyed, spit-soaked, heavy-lidded. All the meanness drained out of Wolfe’s body in an instant.

“My perfect darling,” he crooned, cupping Eric’s cheek.

Eric’s answering smile was beatific.

Wolfe started unbuttoning his vest, his shirt soon to follow. “Now strip, pet. I need you naked.”

Eric eyed Wolfe’s softening cock with raised brows. “But…”

Wolfe smirked at him. “Don’t worry. Your hole won’t be empty for long. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Eric flushed beautifully before stripping with an eagerness that would be amusing if Wolfe weren’t feeling so beastly with as-yet-unsated desire. As perfect as Eric had sucked him, it hadn’t been enough.

Would it ever be enough?

“Do you want a pillow for your knees?” Wolfe asked, feeling magnanimous after his orgasm. However Eric answered, Wolfe would be taking his mate here and now. On the floor.

Eric shook his head, his eyes on Wolfe’s bare chest. “No. But you need to be naked too.”

“Do I?” Already back to giving orders. Spoiled indeed.

But there was no reason not to comply. Wolfe stripped himself of his trousers, loving the increased attention he received in return, Eric’s lustful gaze traveling over his form like a caress.

When they were both naked, Eric’s magnificent cock leaking copiously with his arousal, Wolfe waved his hand. “On all fours, pet.”

“Jesus.”

Wolfe fetched the lube he’d hidden away in the side table.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight: his mate’s muscular ass presented to him, his strong legs trembling not from effort or fear but anticipation.

It must have been torture for poor Eric, not to touch that swollen cock.

But he was being good for Wolfe, his hands planted firmly on the floor. Giving him his reward.

Wolfe knelt behind him, stroking the smooth skin of Eric’s hip. “All right, pet?”

“’m perfect,” Eric mumbled.

“You are.” Wolfe pressed a kiss to Eric’s lower back, tracing a lubed finger over Eric’s hole, delighting in the way it fluttered at the attention. He was such a treasure to work open, the way he whined and moaned and pushed back against Wolfe’s fingers.

Wolfe lost himself in the pleasure, pressing kisses along Eric’s spine, mouthing at the skin of his shoulders. A feast all for him. By the time he had three fingers in, Eric was a writhing, mewling mess, and Wolfe’s cock was back to full hardness.

He lined himself up, breath catching as his swollen head passed the tight restriction of Eric’s rim. This was as close to heaven as he’d ever get. This tight, hot grip, the pulse of Eric’s pleasure dancing along with his own.

He barely gave Eric a moment to adjust before going hard, his hips rocking back and plunging in deeply again and again, covering Eric’s broad back with his own.

He felt beastly. Undone. He wanted to plant his seed as deep as he could in this frustrating man, fuck him into oblivion, rut into him until all he knew was Wolfe.

Eric keened with every thrust. “F-Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .”

His cries were desperate, his skin hot.

Wolfe wanted him closer.

He found himself wrapping his arms around Eric’s chest, sitting back on his knees and pulling Eric with him, onto his lap. He paused there, panting. He’d meant to be mating him—conquering him—but here he was holding him. That was fine. He had certain things to say.

“Listen closely, pet.”

Eric whined.

Wolfe licked a stripe of sweat off his neck. “Are you listening?”

Eric gave a dazed nod, even as his hips jerked, trying to work himself on Wolfe’s cock. Insatiable. But Wolfe held him firm.

He tugged at his mate’s ear with blunt teeth. “I can be good to you, pet. Good for you. Always, if you ask me. But you will never, ever leave me. Do you understand? You are mine . And if you run, I will catch you, and I won’t hesitate to burn everything down in my wake.”

“Fuck. You fucking psycho.” Eric laughed breathily, but he didn’t withdraw from Wolfe’s touch. His ass was still grinding back against Wolfe, as if to tantalize him into moving.

“Do. You. Understand?”

Eric slumped against him, his head finding its way to the crook of Wolfe’s shoulder. “I understand.” He mumbled the words into Wolfe’s skin. “Now fuck me, asshole.”

Wolfe pressed a kiss to Eric’s temple. “Poor, slutty thing.”

But he obliged, rocking his hips once more, sliding his hand over Eric’s weeping cock, jerking him in time with each thrust. He could feel his beast yearning to come out, to take their mate for his own.

Have a taste? Please.

So Wolfe let it reap its reward, his fangs dropping with a sigh, biting into Eric’s neck.

It deserved this too. For finding their mate, for claiming him when Wolfe wouldn’t.

For loving him first.