Wolfe bit at Eric’s shoulder and pushed him forward onto his knees. Eric complied eagerly, setting his hands on the edge of the tub and lifting his perfect ass out of the water.
Wolfe rose onto his knees as well. He grabbed the lubricant hiding among the toiletries and slicked himself up. He’d taken Eric in a slow grind this morning already, and he didn’t feel like an extended seduction.
He felt like claiming his needy mate.
Wolfe rubbed a hand over Eric’s lower back, then spread his cheeks, revealing that puckered pink hole. It was bare for him, Wolfe having waxed it himself one delicious morning. Eric had yelped in pain even as he’d pushed back against Wolfe’s hand, his poor cock dripping over the towel Wolfe had laid.
Now Wolfe lined himself up, pressing in with determination. Eric’s body welcomed it just as it should, sucking him in with a perfect, tight squeeze.
Eric groaned. “Ohfuck.”
“Yes, I know.” Wolfe continued to caress Eric’s back, his hips, his beautiful, sturdy thighs. He withdrew and slid in again in a slow, steady glide, clenching his teeth against the torturous pleasure. “Is this what you needed, pet?”
Eric moaned again, the perfect, wanton creature. “Yes.Yes.”
“Good.” Wolfe tangled his fingers in Eric’s wet strands, pulling his head back. Not in a punishing grip, exactly, but with enough force to have Eric’s spine arching beautifully. “No more talk of families. No mentions of other, imagined lives.”
Eric let out a low, strangled laugh. “You started it.”
“And I’m ending it.” Wolfe gave Eric’s head a gentle shake. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. You alwayswillbe mine. There’s no alternative for you.”
“Good.” Eric pushed back, grinding his ass against Wolfe’s hips. “Then fuck me like you promised.”
Wolfe did as his mate commanded. The bathwater roiled and splashed around them, no doubt making a horrific mess. But Wolfe couldn’t be bothered to restrain himself. He fucked into Eric with all the savagery Eric claimed he didn’t possess, encouraged by Eric’s keening wails.
Wolfe had been goaded into it. By his own mind, perhaps, but Eric was still to blame in the end. It was he who’d opened Wolfe up to all these…feelings.
So Wolfe would take his due, wouldn’t he?
He wrapped his arms around Eric’s chest, pulling his mate back into him, and let the change take over. He bit into Eric’s perfect neck with sharp fangs, drinking hungrily as Eric cried out his ecstasy, spurting against the tile without so much as a finger against his cock.
Wolfe growled, slamming into him again and again, chasing the high only his mate could give, that ascension that left Wolfe’s hips stuttering as he filled Eric up with everything he possessed.
Only when he was drained and spent, every drop sucked into Eric’s greedy channel, did Wolfe sink back into the tub, pulling Eric’s limp form down with him.
Eric let out a small noise of contentment, rolling his head back against Wolfe’s shoulder. “Mm. We should add more hot water. Stay like this for a while.”
Wolfe pressed a kiss to Eric’s damp shoulder. All was easy once again. There was no more unnecessary turmoil, no wistfulness to untangle. Only Eric’s warm, wet body plastered to his. “Yes, my darling.”
“Do you feel better?”
“Mm.”
“We need to make sure Roofus doesn’t get into the candy.”
“Who, pray tell, is Roofus?”
“The dog we’ve been fostering for the past two weeks.”
“Ah, yes,” Wolfe murmured, feeling magnanimous with the world once again. “We’ll be diligent.”
It would ruin Eric’s Halloween were the mutt to fall ill. Wolfe wouldn’t allow it.
He supposed hehadlearned to share Eric, in his own small ways. Foster animals. The wretched den. Video calls wherein that aggravating child Riley demanded to see Wolfe’s better half.
Yes.Magnanimouswas the word. A most magnanimous mate was he. There was no cause to worry. Eric should be only grateful for Wolfe’s possession.
“You’re thinking psycho thoughts back there, aren’t you?”
