“You want this, pups?”
I whine at the gruff tone of my nickname. “Caleb.”
“Because I do.” He presses his hips into my ass, and my eyes ping open to find his hard cock nudged against my lower back. “I want you to moan my name. I want you to come all over me. I want you to remember everything about us.”
My legs tremble. “Ugh. Ava’s waiting for me downstairs.”
“They wouldn’t interrupt me.”
“But—”
“Yes or no, Evan. Tell me.”
The sudden scent of his arousal nearly knocks me over. It’s evident and clear, and deep in my bloodstream.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, I want you to touch me.”
“Good boy.”
My cock throbs in my pants at those two words. It’s soft praise, not taunting, patronising insults. I roll my head back against his shoulder as I realise what exactly is about to go down.
“I’m nervous,” I admit. “I-I’ve never done this before.”
As much as I’ve wanted to, I’ve never found the confidence or someone I trusted.
“Experience is a myth,” he says softly. “When you’re with someone new, you’ve got to understand their body. It’s not a one-size-fits-all. It’s about figuring out what makes them tick, what makes them shudder. We’re always learning, and trust me, I’m willing to learn everything about you, Evan.”
Nothing about what he said was close to being erotic, but Goddess, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.
“And I have to admit, knowing I’m the only wolf on this planet who gets to have you intimately,” he groans. “Who gets to possess your body, your mind, your soul. Yeah, that fucking turns me on. I can’t help it.”
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head at his gruff words. I part my lips and inhale a jagged breath—his hand slips beneath my hoodie and trails along the waistband of my jeans.
A small moan escapes me. It’s pathetic because my stomach rolls, and I’m sure he can feel it, but he doesn’t taunt me or laugh; he grunts like it’s the sexiest thing he’s experienced.
“Can I?” he whispers as he kisses along my jaw.
I purse my lips and whine.
“Need your words, Evan.”
“Yes.”
He unbuttons my jeans and shoves them down my legs slowly. His hand presses flat against my stomach, and I’m certain he can feel my pulse pound from every inch of my body. I grip onto his desk for support, his strong arms around me.
Then he dips his fingers into my boxers and wraps his hand around my cock. I gasp at the sensation, revelling in the way his skin feels against mine. Warmth on warmth. Euphoria on euphoria. My eyes go glassy with intense pleasure.
Caleb strokes me once, and I throw my head back onto his shoulder, my other hand latching onto his forearm that’s tight around my chest.
My eyes fill with tears as he speeds up, and my knees nearly give out.
“F-fuck, Caleb,” I moan.
He hums into my neck and strokes me. I feel his callouses and rings as they glide over my cock until I’m painfully hard and ready to blow. I don’t want this to be over already.
“Slow down, please,” I beg.
Caleb obeys, and I exhale a small breath of relief, but the second he starts to massage his thumb into my slit, I nearly have an out-of-body experience.
