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I roll him over so I’m on top of him, propped up on my forearms, and then I lower my mouth to kiss him again. I nip at his lip ring, and he thrusts his hips up into me and moans. God, that sound.

I kiss along his jaw and back to the spot under his ear, and he turns his head to give me better access. “Fuck, Dare.” I lick him and savor the taste of his mildly salty skin and soap, mixed with the sweetness he always smells like.

His hands move up and down my back restlessly, just breaching the top of my ass cheeks like there’s an invisible line that he won’t cross. We grind into each other, both of us hard. I’m naked, and the material of his underwear is creating a friction that’s driving me wild. I move my way down his body, sucking and nipping that spot on his shoulder where it meets his neck. I flick my tongue out and lick it before tracing my open lips along his jaw and kissing him on the mouth again.

He reaches down with one arm, holding onto me with the other like he doesn’t want to let me go, and he’s pulling on the side of his boxers, trying to take them off. I lift my hips, moaning against his lips, and I reach down and cup his hard cock. There’s a wet spot on his underwear from where his precum has been leaking. I growl and sit up.

“Get these off,” I demand, pulling his boxers over his dick. He kicks them free, and our naked bodies meet again. We both groan, grinding skin on skin.

“Jesus, Lev. You feel so fucking good.” Dare is rubbing his hips into mine slowly and sensually, and every time our dicks touch, a spark shoots up my spine. My body’s on fire, and I can barely stand it.

I reach between us and regrettably have to break our kiss. Pushing up on one arm, I line our dicks up side by side.

“Can I touch you?” I ask, and he nods. His eyes are hooded, and his pupils are blown black with lust. His lips are red from our kissing, and his cheeks are flushed. “You’re fucking beautiful, lycan.” The nickname leaves my mouth before I realize it, and Dare preens under the name. He literally smiles at me, the widest smile ever. It’s so fucking cute that I have to kiss him again.

I pull away, reach between us to line up our rock-hard cocks, and wrap my hand around what I can of the two of us. Then we continue to glide against each other. My eyes squeeze shut, and my head falls forward, my forehead resting against his. The smooth skin of his hard shaft rubs against mine with each stroke, both of us leaking and creating enough lube for it to feel really fucking good.

“Fuuck Levv,” Dare breathes, thrusting into my hand and pushing his forehead into mine.

Our breaths mingle and our bodies collide over and over in a perfect rhythm. I lean down and start to kiss him again, fucking into my hand a little faster.

“Jesus Christ. I’m going to come. I’m going to come!” Dare lets out the most beautiful moan as he explodes and pulses in my hand, his hips pushing up and his stomach contracting. It sends me tumbling over the edge with him. Our cum mixes on my hand and on our dicks and some shoots onto his stomach. I milk every drop out of us, stroking us together until we’re too sensitive and shivering.

When we both start to soften, I release us from my grip, grab my discarded T-shirt, and wipe my hand. I roll off of Dare and onto my back. We’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch our breath.

“My god,” I manage, turning to look at him.

Dare tilts his head toward me, a lazy and sated expression on his beautiful face. “Fuck.” He’s smirking at me. “That was amazing.”

I hand him the T-shirt, and he wipes himself clean. He sighs as he does it, and I think I see a very slight downturn in his lips. It’s so subtle that I’m not sure I even saw it, so I let it go.

He tosses the T-shirt on the floor and puts his hands behind his head. Then he turns to look at me.

“Hey,” he says, a full smile now lighting up his face.

“Hey yourself.” I smile, tracking my eyes down his naked body. I haven’t really gotten to admire him like this before, and I hope he doesn’t mind me doing it now.

He’s paler than I am and has basically no hair on his chest, though his dark armpit hair is the perfect length. I’m just slightly taller and broader than he is, but he’s got lean muscle, and it suits him and his height. His hair is mussed from our make-out session, and his lips are swollen and glistening. His hard, pink nipples and slight six pack are so damn sexy. My tongue flicks out, and I lick my lips.

Dark ink catches my eye on the right-hand side of his ribs. It’s the only marking he has. I roll to my side and reach out to touch him when I realize what it is. He tenses as my fingers trace the outline, and goose bumps erupt on his skin.

“When did you get this?” I ask quietly, suddenly overcome with emotion. Dare, my little lycan, has the same Wolf Pack tattoo that the rest of us have.

My eyes meet his. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

“After you guys all graduated and moved on.” He looks away from me, down to his dick, now softening against his thigh.

I can’t speak, so I stretch up again and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “I love it,” I whisper against him. “He would too.” I pull away and look at him again. “You know that’s what the nickname means, right?”

I lean back and put my hand under my head, my other hand still on his stomach. He nods, a smirk crossing his lips.

Goose bumps still cover his body, so I grab the covers and tug. “Here,” I say, moving back and motioning to him. We crawl under the covers together, and I lie on my back as Dare settles himself onto my chest, his body against me and his hand on my stomach.

His fingers draw soft circles on my skin, making me break out in goose bumps.

“The nickname?” he asks, bringing us back to the conversation.

My hand strokes up and down his back softly, and I hum, settled and comfortable here with him.