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Besides, I was still staring openly at his cock, practically drooling, so I guessed I wasn’t being all that subtle anyway.

A hot blush bloomed in my cheeks and I tried very hard to tear my gaze away. Failing spectacularly, I might add. “S-sorry. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to—”

“Wanna fuck?” he asked, making me go completely still.

I… What?

His deep voice had still been mostly inflectionless, but his body was rigid with tension as he waited for my answer. In front of my eyes, that big cock started to stiffen. It jerked under the towel, growing even thicker, longer, pushing out the fabric.

My tongue suddenly felt too big for my mouth. My breath hitched, blood whooshing through my head in shock as my cock grew even harder, almost painfully so.

Had he… had he really just asked me that? Or was I so horny, so desperate, that I’d imagined it?

That knot of nerves inside me was still nice and loose, fully sated from High Lord Crossbody and the Rolling Rimmer’s fuckfest at the motel. This wasn’t about fulfilling a basic need as an incubus. This wasn’t a necessity.

This was just unbearable arousal. Because I wanted him. So much.

In that moment, I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone. And that was saying something. I’d wanted a lot of people, and I tended to fall too hard and too fast. For some reason, I wasn’t remotely offended by his question either. It didn’t make me sad to think that this was just another guy who only wanted me for sex, because it just felt… different.

More raw. More real. He wasn’t pretending to be interested in more right now, he wasn’t sweet-talking me like other guys did just to get in my pants. He was probably still all… riled up and pumped full of adrenaline after his match. He probably needed a monumental release. I bet the sex would be insane. Ridiculous. Wild and fast and teeth-clatteringly hard.

Oh fuck. At this moment, that sounded better than anything else in existence.

Maybe he did only want me for sex, but right now… I only wanted him for sex too. It was mutual. I couldn’t think about anything else. My entire being had been reduced to nothing but a pressing need to get fucked, and fucked hard, by this hulking, sweat-and-blood-streaked werewolf.

I slowly dragged my gaze up to his face, meeting his intense blue eyes. He was still stiff and tense as he waited for my answer, though his huge erection was now jutting out beneath the towel around his hips, but his shoulders rose in a tiny, jerky shrug.

“I was just—You don’t have to. Obviously.” Suddenly, his voice sounded a tiny bit different. There was almost a hint of… nerves? Uncertainty? “I shouldn’t have—”

“Yes,” I croaked, nodding quickly. Desperately. “Yes, I want to. Yeah.”

He inhaled sharply when I took a purposeful step closer. His cock jerked under the towel. “I—Now?”

“Yes,” I repeated, tone more confident this time as I walked toward him on unsteady legs. “Now. Right now. Fuck me right now.”

Chapter 11

Excellent Decisions

Brian

I couldn’t believe I’d actually just asked him that.

My heart was hammering so hard in my chest, I was convinced he’d be able to hear it. Adrenaline and unspent aggression were still coursing through me, making my judgement a little… clouded.

I should definitely apologise for blurting out that inappropriate and completely offensive question—as if, just because he was an incubus, I as a total stranger had any right to ask him that. Even if he had agreed.

I swallowed, hoping he wouldn’t notice how fucking nervous I suddenly was.

He’d agreed.

Fuck.

Oh fuck. He’d agreed. The beautiful incubus who’d jerked me off through the glory hole at Gargy’s had just told me to fuck him. Right now.

He didn’t even know he’d jerked me off at Gargy’s. He only remembered me from the meet and greet a few months ago at Goliaths. But that was fine. Glory holes were meant to be anonymous anyway. And I’d been in my human form, so of course he wasn’t putting the two together. My voice wasn’t quite so deep and growly in that form, so it wasn’t like that would be familiar to him either.

I wanted to ask him why he was here—Cratos was a really shitty place, and he looked kind of delicate and maybe a little sheltered—but I could no longer find my voice because he was walking toward me. My cock jerked, obscenely obvious as it jutted under the towel. My knot was already tingling, swelling.