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Waiting to make their move while they still can.
I had to shift my mind to something else—anything else—and I was tempted to finish what I started.
One more glass won’t hurt…
It was bad thinking, but glancing over at the bottle left my tired eyes landing on the newly printed magazine that had William, Saint, and Loki on the front cover—Saint and William mid-kiss as Loki peered at them with pure amusement.
And a glint of seduction.
Unable to stop myself, I reached for the special edition booklet and flipped until I stopped right on the section revolving around William De Luca.
The very first picture alone had my cock pressing tightly against my pants far too quickly—my body already reacting on a sexual level. The pure animalistic supremacy that projected from William’s eyes spoke unmeasurable volumes.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip as my urge to drink seemed to dissipate entirely. Resting entirely against the chair, my hands gripped the magazine while I began to flip through each photographic page.
For a short-notice photoshoot, the quality was outstanding. They captured the three best angles, and the intimate shots with William and Saint kissing lit my body on fire. I felt a hint of jealousy begin to brew within as my wolf viewed the images as thoroughly as I was.
It felt premature in a sense, but it pissed me off to share William. He was the same individual as Willow, and yet viewing the different angles where Saint ran his hands up William’s arm or ignited a smug smirk on those delicate lips made me groan in assertiveness.
That should be me there.
I should be sitting upon that armrest, intimidating William to the point that he had no fucking choice but to fall into my captivating gaze and reward me with those dangerous lips of his.
I was about to close the magazine for my—and my cock’s—sanity, but the last page took my fucking breath away because there was William standing before a punching bag. The surroundings were dimly lit, and his arms were up and flexed while his fists were in red boxing gloves that rested upon the long-standing red punching bag.
It would have been an out-of-place bonus shot if it hadn’t been for the multi-colored Christmas lights that were wrapped around his body like he was a fucking tree ready to sit in the corner of one’s living room.
All muscle with tiny beads of sweat glistening down his muscled form which was far too tempting to ignore.
All that shadowing mixed with the lowly dimmed twinkling lights made him look like a wrapped present one would be frantically rushing to open up. My half-opened eyes trailed down the image, stopping at his Christmas boxers that read “Merry Fucking Christmas.”
Fuck…it would be a damn good Christmas getting to suck that cock of his.
My ass clenched just from the idea of his length pounding into my tight space, and I couldn’t handle the tightness in my pants any longer.
A mere zip downward freed my poor cock from captivity.
“Fuck.” I barely breathed the word while my hooded eyes acknowledge how hard I was. The surface was veiny and precum was all over the head of my length. The heat thrumming through me could surely light a fire in the heart of winter, which left me thinking about the last frisky moment I shared with William.
After his recovery, that angered chaos mixed with heated frustration our confrontation upheld before we were lost in our passion that was on the verge of destroying both of us.
Gripping my cock with my left hand, my eyes returned to the center of my attention—the image of my William, glimmering and wrapped in nothing but fucking boxers. Despite his magic making his male figure so flawless, it looked as if he’d gained a bit more muscle in this image.
It turned me on in all the right places, leaving me a bit breathless as I began to moan and stroke myself. The movement was slow for only a few short strokes, the need to move faster and give me the sexual satisfaction I deserved growing with every second that passed as I enjoyed my mental fantasy.
William’s hand stroked me instead. His lips caressed the side of my neck as he whispered taunts that were meant to piss me the fuck off. He’d purposely press against me, ensure his presence was very much noticed while his teeth enjoyed pressing painfully against my flesh and leaving marks to remind me that he had so much fucking control.
“William.” I moaned his name effortlessly while my eyes closed and I got lost in the sensual daydream. My hand pumped faster, my breath growing wild while the pleasure ran through me.
I could see how William could mind fuck like this, and if he did witness me jerking myself off, he’d chuckle and only encourage me to continue.
Then there would be that shift, and Willow would be sitting upon her knees before me with those smooth, swollen lips of hers. I’d enjoy watching her every move as she’d take in my hardness like it was an offered dessert with her name on it.
That tongue of hers would tread along her bottom lip at a sensual pace, while her eyes would darken in hunger for what she knew was all hers. She’d grip my base firmly, trail her tongue just along my head to clean up every droplet of precum, and then she’d take me all in—every fucking inch into her hot mouth that was ready to take me on a wild ride.
I hissed and groaned as I struggled not to shift in my chair, my mind so far into my fantasy that I couldn’t get out of it—I’m too far gone to care.
My phone began to ring, but nothing would stop me from appeasing this desperate need, which was why I kept going, my heavy moans getting louder and more frequent as I pumped my cock at a fast pace.
