“Want what?” I whispered, though I knew damn well what it was he wanted.
“You know what I want.”
I closed my eyes and bit my lip hard. It felt like torment to deny him. “I’m scared.”
“Why are you scared?” His face was a picture of concern. His voice was completely sincere. It sounded like Jules. Just Jules.
“I’m scared I won’t be able to make it go away again. I’m scared we’ll get stuck. I don’t want to hurt you. Ican’thurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“How do you know? I did last night.”
“Yeah, but last night I asked for it. I won’t ask you to do it like that again if you don’t want me to.”
“Is that what you think? That I did it because youaskedfor it?”
He sat back on his heels, strumming the back of his fingers up my shins. “Yeah, I think that might be how it works. Poetic justice, when you think about it, huh?” His mouth turned up at the sides. “You’re this big alpha man. All your life, everyone will listen to you. Everyone will do as you say. But once in a while, on the whim of the moon, you’ll do asIsay.”
His face was alive. He was pleased with his theory. Pleased as punch. Truth be told, I liked it too. When I thought about it, I thought he might have a point. The way I knotted him was exactly what he told me he wanted. It was word for word what he asked for. So was the way I’d just fucked him. I rutted him just as he asked. It hardly felt like I was exerting any effort. It felt like I was a cog in a machine. Giving him what he wanted felt natural, like my heart beating or my lungs taking in air.
“Holy shit,” I said. “You put a spell on me.”
“Do you mind?”
“Nah, I don’t mind. Not even a little.”
He traced his hands up my shins again, but that time he didn’t stop at my knees. His hands inched their way up until they were so close to my dick, I started writhing again.
“D’you want me to help you with this?” he said, tilting his head towards my gargantuan erection.
“Yes, please.” My voice was breathy. I sounded like I was speaking to a head teacher or to a military commander.
Jules started laughing. “I like you when you’re under my spell. So serious. So solemn.”
I blinked at him a few times. My dick was so hard, and his hands were so close to it, I thought I might lose my mind.
“What do you want, Sully?”
“I want you to sit on my dick.”
He started laughing again. “Ah, isthatwhat you want?”
He was teasing me, and I knew it. Despite the state of my dick, I started chuckling too. No matter the circumstance, it felt so good and so right to be laughing with Jules. Thankfully, he didn’t make me wait. He straddled me and lowered himself slowly onto me. For a second, pleasure drowned out my senses. All I could feel was the tight heat of his body on mine. It ripped through me. By the time his full weight was on my thighs, I was gasping and yelping.
“Sully, is it okay if I ask you for what I want?”
I loved him for asking for my consent. I felt safe when he did it. I nodded slowly. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to give it to him.
“Give me your knot,” he said. “Knot me long and hard, until we both come together.”
Magick surged through me. Blood swished in my ears. My dick started swelling and didn’t stop until Jules’s teeth were tightly clenched and his eyes had rolled back in his head. When he finally looked at me, his pupils were blown out. His eyes looked black, except for flickering flames which I knew were nothing more than a reflection of mine. Once he found himself, he rocked his hips slowly. Tentatively. I was sensitive. Everything was sensitive. The mere act of him breathing sent delicate tremors right through me. He was so close to me. So close. We were face to face. Chest to chest. I arched my head back to try to escape his scent and consciously tried to breathe through my mouth. His scent gland was right in my face. When it pulsed, the air it disturbed sent pressure ricocheting through me. My fingers tingled and my gums burned. I reached up and frantically dug my fingers into the headboard to stop my claws from dropping. I thrashed when he leaned in to kiss me. He planted his lips on mine briefly. The second he drew back, my canines extended with a slick, hollow click.
I turned my head, pressing a balled fist to my mouth, so he wouldn’t see it.
“Sully,” he said very gently, “show me.”
I dropped my hand but kept my gaze down.
