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He pushed himself up, hands on either side of my head, muscles in his arms straining. He leaned down and kissed me as I felt his legs jerk. He toed off his boots, which fell heavily to the floor. I ran my hands through the hair on his stomach before I reached the top of his pants and shoved them down as far as I could get them. His cock sprang free, smacking up against his stomach. I used my bare foot to push his pants the rest of the way down. They, too, fell to the floor.
He was all hard lines and edges perched above me. I remembered who he once had been—who we both had been. Nervous and hormonal and awkward.
My shadow protecting me from bad guys.
We weren’t like that anymore. Gone were the boys who thought the world was a safe and mysterious place. We’d been hurt, and we’d hurt each other, but everything had led to here, now. This moment.
He sat up, knees on either side of my arms. His balls rested on my chest, and he reached up and stroked his dick slowly, staring down at me.
I burned at the sight of him.
I tried to move, needing to get my hands on him, but he squeezed his thighs, pinning my arms at my sides.
I was trapped by a wolf on the way to losing his mind.
And I didn’t care.
His voice was low when he said, “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”
I did as he asked.
He grunted, moving forward slightly, ass rising but still holding my arms in place with his legs. His cockhead bumped into my chin before it hit my tongue. I closed my eyes at the taste of skin. “That’s good,” he said quietly. “That’s real good, Gordo.” His balls rested in the hollow of my throat. His dick pressed against my tongue. My lips. I tried to catch it in my mouth, but he wouldn’t give it to me. I opened my eyes to glare at him, but he paid me no mind. He fisted the base of his cock, and he watched as he rubbed it against my face. He lifted it and smacked it against my tongue, heavy and fat.
“I’ll give it to you,” he said. “I promise. Is that what you want?”
He was driving me crazy, and all I could do was nod.
“Okay,” he said. “Okay.”
He lifted his hips as he grabbed the headboard above me. The shadows played along his nudity. His nipples were hard, gooseflesh prickling along his skin.
He was gentle when he fed me his dick, canting his hips down, the muscles in his legs flexing against me. I swallowed him, breathing through my nose, barely able to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. He pressed down on the top of his dick, keeping it in place as he thrust shallowly. I was overwhelmed by him, my heart stumbling in my chest. My throat worked around him as he pushed in deeper, my tongue running along the underside of his dick.
Mark growled above me as he fucked my face. Everything was him. His eyes were narrowed, and he kept saying, “That’s good, Gordo, that’s real good, you’re so good,” just under his breath, like he couldn’t help himself. It was thrumming between us, the thread, the bond. It wasn’t about packpackpack. It wasn’t about anyone else. It was him and me. It was just us.
He pulled out of my mouth. My jaw hurt, but I tried to raise my head to chase after him. He sat back against my chest, still holding me in place. He cupped the side of my face, thumb tracing over my bottom lip. I couldn’t figure out the look on his face, but it was akin to awe.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I croaked out.
He leaned down and kissed me, slow and sweet.
Later, I groaned his name, spitting curses at him as he pressed my knees against my chest, folding me in half. His hands were on my ass, holding me apart, and his tongue inside me. The raven fluttered around on my arm on a bed of blooming roses. The petals were red like the eyes of our Alphas, and their leaves were green, green, green with relief that I could have this. That I could finally have the one thing I needed most.
He licked up my ass until he reached my balls, taking one in his mouth and then the other. My dick was flat against my stomach, so hard it hurt. I told him to fuck me, you bastard, Jesus Christ, just fuck me, but he only laughed against my skin before running a finger over my asshole. He brought his hand up to my mouth, telling me to get his fingers wet. He pressed down on my jaw until I opened wide. I sucked his fingers as best I could, rolling my tongue around them. He pulled them out with a wet pop before he brought them back down between us.
I winced when he pressed a single finger inside. It’d been years since I’d been with anyone else, and even longer since I’d been fucked. I hadn’t much liked the thought of someone above me, fucking into me. It felt wrong.
It didn’t feel that way now.
He turned his face and kissed my knee as he added a second finger. I gasped at the sensation as he slowly worked my hole. He looked down at the sight of his fingers disappearing into me, eyes blown wide with lust.
“Pervert,” I muttered.
“Yeah. I guess I am. You’re taking it, though. You’re taking it so good.”
I flushed at the praise. It’d never been like this before.
