“I know you want to shift and run, and we will, later. But right now I need you.”
Shift?Fucking hell, I’m a wolf!A real fucking wolf.
Closing his eyes, Seb let himself feel it, the primal urge lying in wait beneath the surface, waiting for his say-so to be let loose. The sense of power and freedom it promised was both exciting and terrifying.
“Seb. Come on…please.”
Seb looked at him. “You hardly ever call me Seb now.”
“Desperate times….”
Tim whined, low and needy, and only then did Seb notice the hand he had around his cock. “No, let me.”
He climbed onto the bed and over Tim in one swift move, knocking Tim’s hand out of the way.
“Be my guest.”
Slowly and deliberately, Seb dropped onto his forearms between Tim’s spread thighs, wrapped his fingers around his cock and mouthed at the head until Tim was gripping the sheets, claws out.
“Seb…”
Seb pulled off, smiling at the desperate groan the move evoked. He gave Tim a couple of long, lazy strokes, loving the way Tim bit at his lip, the tip of his fangs drawing tiny spots of blood. He wanted to taste it.
The sex they’d had before now had been hot—Seb had no complaints—but this… seeing Tim let go, holding nothing back, was on a whole new level. “I can’t wait,” he whispered, gaze sliding from Tim’s cock to his hole.
Tim spread his legs wider and Seb reached out to rub a thumb over it, pushing in just a little. He dipped low to run his tongue from the underside of Tim’s balls to his hole, licking round where his thumb held him slightly open.
“Oh fuck!” Tim arched up. “Thought… you couldn’t… wait?”
Seb pushed in with his thumb, going a little deeper this time, before sitting back on his heels and looking round for his bag.
Tim groaned and covered his face with his hands. “Now what?”
“We need lube.”
“I never thought to—”
Seb hopped off the bed to where his bag lay next to the bedside cabinet. It took him ten seconds to find the bottle of lube Jared had stashed in there when he’d brought his bag in that morning, and he raised it triumphantly for Tim to see. “We’re good to go.”
Climbing back up next to Tim, Seb paused at the look of confusion on his face. “What?”
“Where did you get that from?”
“Jared.”
Tim didn’t ask anything else and Seb didn’t offer. Instead he opened the bottle, squirted some onto his fingers, and set about teasing Tim all over again—rubbing over his hole until Tim was pushing into his hand for more. When he finally slid two fingers inside, Tim’s breath caught but he shook his head.
“Don’t need it. Want to feel you.” He reached for Seb’s shoulder, claw tips sinking in a little as he grabbed on and pulled him up. Seb hissed at the sting. “Sorry.” Tim grinned as he said it.
“Yeah, you look it.”
Seb settled between his thighs, shuffling close enough to rub the head of his dick against Tim’s hole.
“’S healed already.” Tim’s voice came out low and rough, his fangs distorting the words.
When Seb licked over his own teeth, he wasn’t surprised to find them just as sharp. A quick glance at his shoulder told him Tim was right. The skin was as smooth as before, the residual smears of blood the only evidence it had happened. A small smile tugged at his mouth. “So, I can do this too, right?” Without more ado, he bent to Tim’s shoulder, kissed him once, then sank his teeth in just enough for it to hurt a little. He pushed his hips forward at the same time and the head of his cock slipped inside.
Tim’s growled “Fuck yes!” had Seb’s wolf preening in satisfaction.
