Cooper knew it wasn’t going to take much—his nerves tingled and his balls were heavy with the need for release. He moved one hand to the back of Nate’s head, holding him in place, letting out a series of grunts in time with his thrusts, until he had to force himself to still his hips so he could pant out, “You gonna swallow for me, baby?”
Nate’s response was to take him down to the root, gazing up at him through damp eyelashes as he sucked harder, cheeks hollowing. He tugged at Cooper’s balls just right—and fuck, that was it, Cooper wasdone.
His spine arched and he gripped the back of Nate’s head as he shot his load, white noise filling his brain and colours bursting behind his eyelids. His cock swelled in response to the way Nate’s throat muscles convulsed around him when he swallowed. Cooper couldn’t help thrusting forward, forcing himself deeper as he pumped another burst of cum down Nate’s willing throat.
His fangs itched with the need to drop—and heletthem, feeling his transformation roll over him, unwilling to hold it back.Christ. It must have been twenty years since he’d had sex so good it had made the wolf come out.
He slumped forward, relaxing his grip on Nate when his cock had spilled the last of his release. A low growl made its way out of his throat, echoing loud in the room, and Nate’s breathing hitched as he pulled off Cooper’s softening cock. He looked up at Cooper, eyes wide, and whispered, “Oh, wow. You shifted.”
Shit.
The wolf was a lot to handle, and Cooper tilted his head back and closed his eyes, inwardly cursing.Fuck. He’d shown too much of himself, too soon.
Except when he glanced down again, Nate didn’t look afraid or overwhelmed. He was grinning, more awestruck than anything. He licked his lips, catching the traces of Cooper’s cum there, and said, “Fuck, that’s hot.”
Chapter Three
Nate stared at the man—wolf?—atCooper, and wondered if it was weird that instead of freaking out at Cooper’s appearance, he was even more turned on by it.
Because Cooper the businessman, with his suit and his swagger and his voice like velvet and gravel? Abso-bloody-lutely magnificent. But Cooper thewolf,with glowing eyes, sharp fangs, pointed ears and a growl that could shake the earth?
He was perfection, and everything Nate had never known he’d wanted.
Of course, that could just have been his post-orgasm brain talking—which was also the reason he’d blurted out what he had.
Fuck, he hoped it wasn’t offensive to find someone’s werewolf form hot. He wasn’t fetishising Cooper, was he? But if that was the case, was Cooper fetishisingNateand his humanity?
Was it fetishising someone to find both the humanandthe shifter aspect of them attractive?
And why wasfetishisingsuch a weird fucking word?
Cooper was looking down at Nate and there was a glint of amusement in his eye, so Nate guessed he hadn’t crossed any lines. “So, you think my wolf is hot?” Cooper sounded more curious than anything. He extended a hand—and yes, there were claws there, dark-tipped, razor-sharp and dangerous. Nate wondered what it said about him that his heart tripped in his chest and his pulse raced at the sight.
Nate took the hand between his own, drawing a fingertip down the back of Cooper’s fingers one by one, tracing the tips of those wickedly sharp claws. “Yeah, I like the wolf. Is that a problem?”
Cooper laughed, low and deep with a hint of a growl underneath. “Trust me, it’s the opposite of a problem.” Cooper closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were back to their regular colour. His extra teeth and pointed ears disappeared, vanishing back to wherever they went when they weren’t needed. Nate was almost sad to see them go, but then Cooper smiled, his eyes lighting up and those adorable crinkles appearing at their edges, and Nate was reminded thatbothversions of Cooper were smoking hot.
Cooper bent and scooped up his shirt from the floor then wiped the worst of the cum off his face. He gripped Nate’s hand and helped him to his feet. “Some things are better without fangs,” he murmured, before tugging Nate in close and kissing him. It was the opposite of the needy, urgent kisses from earlier, soft and sweet, but it was still enough to take Nate’s breath away.
When he pulled back, Cooper gave a lazy smile. “That was amazing, baby.” He raised an eyebrow. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Saying I enjoyed it is an understatement,” Nate said with a grin. “Except, it seems kind of unfair that you’re still dressed. I’d like to see the whole package, not just your, well, package.”
Cooper gave another one of his sultry smiles, one that made Nate want to swoon. “Well, you only had to ask.” He shimmied out of his suit pants and underwear before kicking them off, and Nate got to see him naked.
And wow, it was a hell of a sight.
Cooper was all compact muscle and tan flesh. He was blond all over, with a golden happy trail leading into a trimmed thatch where his cock hung low and heavy. Nate couldn’t wait to get his hands all over Cooper and explore every inch of him, even though he was still fuzzy-headed from what had to be the best blow job of his life, and not even remotely capable of getting it up any time soon.
He might have stood there staring all day, but Cooper ran a hand over his own cheek and grimaced. “I’ll be right back.” He headed into what Nate assumed was the bathroom. The sound of running water a moment later confirmed it for him. When Cooper emerged, his face had been washed and his hair was damp and slicked back. Something in Nate mourned the loss of his visible claim on Cooper—which was crazy, because he’d never been into that sort of caveman shit—but there it was. After knowing him for less than an hour, Nate wanted to mark Cooper for his own.
Fuck, that blow jobhadscrambled his brain.
A droplet of water slid down the side of Cooper’s throat and landed in the dip of his collarbone. Nate reached out without thinking and skimmed his thumb across the spot. Cooper’s gaze grew dark and heavy, and his voice was a low rumble. “Baby, I’d really like to take you to bed and wreck you right now.”
Nate opened his mouth to say he didn’t think he’d be up for anything for at least an hour, but instead found himself saying, “I wouldn’t mind.”
What the fuck, brain?
