Wolfe’s smile was savage. “And you love me anyway.”
Eric sighed again. “Yes.”
“And that’s all I need from you,” Wolfe said firmly, hoping to get the message across.
Eric cocked his head coyly. “I thought you needed my mouth.”
“Iwantyour mouth,” Wolfe corrected. “But if you’d rather take a nap on this couch with your head in my lap, we can—”
“No,” Eric said quickly, his lower lip pushing into a pout. “You promised cock warming.”
Wolfe smirked. “I merely suggested.”
But Eric was already leaning forward against Wolfe’s hold. Wolfe released his mate’s face, and Eric swallowed him down in an instant, the warmth of his mouth causing even more blood to rush to Wolfe’s cock.
“No sucking,” Wolfe reminded him—and himself. “Just to keep me warm, pet.”
Eric nodded as best he could with his full mouth, shuffling his knees a little closer to the couch.
Wolfe picked up his book.
It took a little while for Eric to really give in and get comfortable, placing his cheek on Wolfe’s thigh, pressing his nose into the thatch of hair at Wolfe’s groin. But minute by minute, as Wolfe perused his book—he didn’t always go for fiction, but he found the occasional spy novel entertaining—Eric relaxed, the unhappy fog that had been clouding their bond finally dissipating.
“That’s good, pet,” Wolfe praised, stroking Eric’s blond strands. “That’s perfect.”
Eric blinked up at him, his eyes half-closed and hazy.
They spent a long time just like that, Wolfe’s cock slowly softening as he focused on his book, absent-mindedly murmuring Eric’s praises now and then.
It was Eric who broke the spell eventually. He couldn’t help it, the poor slutty thing. It started with a mild amountof squirming, then an absent-minded humming as he began sucking ever so gently.
As Wolfe hardened again—he wasn’t made of stone, and his mate’s mouth was divine—Eric’s efforts took on a more deliberate cast.
Wolfe tugged gently at Eric’s hair. “Need something, darling?”
Eric turned his head as best he could in Wolfe’s hold, peering up at Wolfe with beseeching eyes. He was a sight like that—mouth full, eyes glassy, no doubt sporting an impressive erection in his hideous track pants. Wolfe pressed down with his foot, just to be sure.
Eric moaned around Wolfe’s cock. Hard as rock, just as Wolfe had thought.
“My needy slut,” Wolfe crooned, overwhelmed with affection. “Do you want to get me off now?”
Eric nodded, hollowing his cheeks and sucking tightly around Wolfe’s cock, his tongue teasing at the head. Wolfe hissed at the new intensity of sensation, then set his book down, leaning back against the couch, stroking Eric’s hair. “Have at it, pet.”
Eric did. His rhythm was inconsistent—sloppy and desperate one moment, lazy and unhurried the next. Like he was torn between his own building arousal and the hint of subspace he’d found warming Wolfe’s cock.
Wolfe let him do as he would, tugging at his hair now and then, hissing his pleasure at the way Eric’s hands gripped his thighs hard enough to hurt.
“Do you want to touch yourself?” he asked at one point.
Eric made a negative noise, bobbing up and down lazily. So Wolfe let it be, focusing on his mate’s perfect mouth, letting his own arousal build steadily until his balls were high and tight and his spine liquid. “I’m going to fill your mouth, darling,” hewarned. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like the perfect thing you are.”
Eric made an affirmative noise this time, sucking harder.
Hungry for it.
Wolfe’s back arched against the couch, his release flooding Eric’s mouth as promised. His mate swallowed perfectly. Of course he did.
Wolfe tugged Eric immediately up off the floor and into his lap, pushing his track pants down and freeing Eric’s erection. The poor thing was leaking like a faucet. Wolfe gripped the silken length and tugged steadily, pleased when Eric tucked his head into Wolfe’s neck, gasping.
