I narrowed my gaze as pleasure began to build up inside me. “You’re realizing thatnow?” I teased.
Gabe chuckled. “No, you’re right. I realized that the first time I smelled your scent from halfway across town.”
“You can smell that far?”
“Only you.”
That surprised me, but his hand between my legs disintegrated any questions I meant to ask. He was definitely more assertive than I was, finding the waistband of my briefs and tugging at them. I lifted my ass and helped him pull them off me. He tossed the soaking wet underwear onto the porch. Without prompting, he took his off and tossed them next to mine.
There. No barriers between us now. Exactly what I’d been needing. Ever since I had a taste of him that night in the hotel, I just couldn’t shake him. It was the strongest, most insistent, mostneedypull toward another man I’d felt in my entire life. It didn’t matter that I was likely still in shock from finding out werewolves—shit—shifters existed. It didn’t matter that I’d seen Gabe attacked and wounded and bloody hours earlier today. None of that mattered.
All that seemed to matter, as fucking crazy as it sounded, was the fully naked man sitting next to me and looking at me as if he was ready to devour me whole.
I wiped a water droplet from his chin with my thumb. He dipped his head down, rubbed his bottom lip against my thumb, opening his mouth and sucking it. Those ocean-blue eyes held me prisoner as his tongue swirled. My dick throbbed. Breathing started to get heavier, rougher.
He smiled, giving me my thumb back before moving into claim my mouth. His hunger was on full display now as he pushed forward, locking my lips with his. He moved off the seat and stepped between my legs. I wrapped them around his waist, moaning into the kiss as we rubbed together under the warm water.
“You’re trouble,” Gabe said, looking down into my eyes. His lips were shining, plump. He had a shadow of a five-o’clock stubble growing in around his perfectly cut jaw. I ran my hand over his jaw, feeling the soft hair under my palm, moving to cup his cheek.
“And you’re a magical being who can transform himself into a wolf on command.” I smirked and winked at him.
He laughed, the sound as rich as velvet and as deep as a well. He kissed me again before he grabbed my hips and lifted me up. I gave a surprised yelp as he effortlessly turned me around so that my ass pushed up against his stiff cock. I groaned with the same need that had filled me in the hotel room and that I had successfully fought off. Logic had prevailed that night. I had been extra cautious and didn’t want to give myself any more reason to fall for Gabriel.
And yet…
It wasn’t looking like I’d be winning that fight tonight.
Or ever again.
My body relaxed as he leaned forward and kissed my shoulders, slowly trailing his lips to the back of my neck, his hands kneading the knots out of my lower back, all while he rubbed himself against me.
He leaned forward, and between us, I could feel his hand moving down to my ass. Lightning bolts ricocheted through my body as his finger traced over my hole. It was as if a live wire had been dropped directly into the water. His face was against mine, his lips pressing to my ear. I couldfeel the warmth of his breath mixing with the steam of the hot tub.
“Your hole feels so tight, so hungry for me.”
I could only whimper as he teased a finger inside me, only getting the very tip in before pulling out.
“Eli,” he said my name with a pant. “Is it okay if I taste you?”
The yes came out strangled. The next thing I knew, I was being sent directly up to the clouds as Gabe spread my ass and ran his tongue up and down, circling my hole. I gripped onto the edge of the hot tub with such force that I was sure I’d somehow crack it.
“Fuck, Eli, look at you trembling already.”
He went back in, lapping me, devouring me. He pushed his tongue in, and my vision filled with the light of a thousand goddamned galaxies. “God, that feels so good, Gabe.”
He seemed spurred on by my words, burying his face between my cheeks and having his dessert. I pushed back. The electrical currents of pleasure zapped and sizzled inside me. I jerked myself off as Gabe rimmed me. It wasn’t something I typically did—Ben had never really liked it—but holy fuck had I been missing out because this felt amazing.
I closed my eyes and rode the waves. Gabe continued to work me a little longer before he slipped a finger in with his tongue. I clenched around him.
It was my body asking for more. It was me feeling a need to have him enter me, not with a finger or a tongue, but with his cock. I wanted to ride him until he gave me his load, making me explode with mine.
“I need you to fuck me,” I said into the night. All of my defenses had been destroyed. Any caution or worry I had about having sex with Gabe vanished. A wisp of steamy fogrose from my mouth as I let out a moan, feeling Gabe’s finger push down on my prostate. “Please.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm.”
“Fuck, buddy, I’m turning you into a whimpering, pleading mess.”
