Chapter Thirty One #2
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking condescending. I knew you were just playing at the whole nice guy thing. I had that stupid abducting werewolf until you came to the basement with your pretentious shining armor and ruined it,” he yells.
I mean, that’s not wrong. “Alright, you got me there,” I say placatingly.
“But I have a lot of backing protecting my every action. You’re a two-man team.
Even if you can take a werewolf, that’s so hot, by the way, you could still slip and get caught.
Then I’ll have to follow you to prison, trying to save you. ”
He smiles, a real one. Fuck, he’s so beautiful it hurts. “So, are you telling me you really like me like me, and weren't pretending to be into men just to catch me when stalking didn’t work?”
And he’s back. I roll my eyes. “I still don’t know why I was following you,” I admit. “But my instincts were definitely pushing me towards you because even though I’ve liked men before, I’ve never wanted to devour another man like I did the instant I saw you.”
My gaze meets his. “I’ve never wanted to be so consumed by anyone before.” My heart picks up, my breath coming shorter. I move my tongue over my suddenly dry lips. “I’ve never liked anyone as much as I like you. Never loved anyone like I love you,” I confess.
His eyes stay on mine. Calm, but his heartbeat betrays him. He clears his throat. “So, are we done with the talking part?”
I swallow. “Not really. But we can take a break,” I say, my voice low.
I take his hand in mine and drag him towards the bedroom.
Too far, I realize halfway and push him into the first wall. My lips land on his in a frenzy.
He kisses me back immediately, wrapping his arms around my neck. He pushes me back until my back hits the opposite wall. I pick him up so his body is flush against mine and carry him to the nearest flat surface. A desk.
I thank every god in every religion that I cleaned it last week. Swiping everything off the desk looks cool in movies, but I don't have enough patience to detach my lips from his. His taste makes me feel complete, whole.
I push his stupid T-shirt out of the way. It doesn't even smell like him.
I kiss down his jaw, gently biting his neck. He hums with approval, letting me manhandle him to my satisfaction.
Slowly, I trail kisses down his chest and take his nipple in my mouth. I’m desperate. I want him. I want to fuck him so hard, and so long, he never wants to leave. He’s mine.
I kiss down his body, pushing him back until he lies down flat on the desk, looking flushed. I admire the long slope of his neck. The splattering of dark hair on his chest. His toned abdomen, his pecs.
“Are you just going to stand there?” he asks breathlessly.
That gets me into action. I unbutton his pants and yank them down. They get stuck. Stupid fabric. I slide my claws out and rip them off him.
His eyes go wide.
“Okay?” I ask, remembering his reaction the last time we were in bed together.
He nods quickly, his breath coming in fast. I rip his boxer briefs clean off him and take him into my mouth all the way in. The bastard loves my blowjobs, but he won't ever admit it.
His body lurches off the desk, his hand resting on my head.
I swallow him again and again until he is a writhing mess on the desk. When I feel his body contracting in tension, I pull off and jerk him off until he comes in my hand.
“Fuck,” he wails out, and his body goes slack.
I drag my fingers through the cum spilled on his abdomen, then slide them down his perineum slowly, letting him feel everything. I want him to surrender to me, to our life together.
When I feel his hole against my fingertips, I push both my fingers into him.
“Nicholas,” he chokes out, but there’s no resistance. I push the fingers in up to my knuckles and pull them out just to push them in again. The tightness of his walls against my fingers makes my cock leak in anticipation.
I watch my fingers disappear into his toned body with amazement. I would never get over how well he takes me.
I do a quick and dirty job of prepping him until he’s wet and ready for me. Until he’s begging me to fuck him.
“I’m clean,” I tell him.
“Me too. Just fuck me already,” he orders.
I pull both of his legs up and hold his calves over my shoulders, exposing him to my cock. I push into him in one swift motion. The tight heat of his hole threatens to suffocate me.
He shouts when I am completely seated in him.
“Move, Nicholas. Fuck me,” he yells.
I listen to him because I can't control myself anymore. I start fucking him in earnest, my cock disappearing into his body again and again.
His hands hold the edges of the desk, trying to find purchase, and he repeats my name like a prayer, his voice getting louder and louder. I let the beast out, letting it take charge of me. To possess him.
I push into him until he goes hard again, then I jerk him off with my hand. He is coming within a dozen tugs.
I fuck him for a few more minutes until I feel a jolt go up my spine, and I fill him, making him mine.
When I pull out of him, my breath is heavy. I look down at my cum leaking out of him. It satisfies something deep inside me.
I go down on my knees and lick his hole. The taste of us together coats my tongue, the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
“Fuck, Nicholas. That’s—fuck,” he says, sounding lost and amazed. His hand grabs at my hair, almost ripping it out, when I twist my tongue into him. He shivers.
After one final kiss, I stand up and gently take him into my arms. I carry him to the bed.
“I'll get up to clean in a minute,” he says.
I lie down next to him and pull him into me. “Oh no, baby, I am not done with you yet.”