I repeated the motion a few more times, drawing more profanity from his lips.
“I don’t want to come yet,” he groaned. “But I’m already getting close.”
I pulled off him, satisfied. Apparently, I was a natural.
Reed reached over to the bedside table and brought out a bottle of lube and a condom. I watched as he popped the lid and coated his fingers with a generous amount.
Then I understood. He was going to open himself for me.
That made me get even harder.
He lay back onto the bed, his legs propped open, feet flat on the mattress. He slid one finger inside himself, then two. His breath left his lips in a long exhale and his eyes rolled back with pleasure.
When he slid a third finger in, his breath caught for a moment before he let it out again.
I watched, fascinated, as his body accommodated everything he gave it.
“I’m ready,” he said, pouring more lube into his hand before setting the bottle back on the nightstand. He propped himself up on one elbow and beckoned to me.
When I joined him on the bed, he reached for my cock and stroked it, smearing the lube along my length. He glanced at the condom. “If you want to use protection, we can. Werewolves can’t really get or spread any STDs, but—”
“No.”
He swallowed, his gaze going darker with need. “Good. I want you inside me. All of you.”
“Fuck,” I said, climbing between his thighs. Positioning his legs over my shoulders so he could roll his hips back for me felt instinctive.
Reed nodded approvingly, his eyes pure gold and his lips parted with desire. “Go slow at first.”
I nodded back, then lined myself up with him one-handed. I slid in, my gaze dropping to the sight of Reed taking me in—before flicking back up to him, looking for any sign of pain.
He bit his lower lip, but let out a satisfied groan as I pushed deeper. His eyes, still pure gold, were locked on mine. That might’ve freaked me out once—it didn’t now. It was a part of him. And every bit of him was natural and perfect.
I slid further in, my own breath catching at the heat and slick tightness of him.
When I paused to glance at him, checking in, Reed nodded. “Keep going.” His voice was husky and low.
I buried myself fully, letting out my own groan of satisfaction at the heat of him around me.
The desire to rut into him was almost overpowering, but I held back. “You doing okay?”
He nodded, a little wild, his eyes blazing. “Fuck me, Harris.”
I moved in and out of him, slow at first, making his toes curl. Then I picked up the pace, driving deep and pulling almost all the way back out before doing it again, taking him apart with every movement. The feeling of being inside him, all the way to the hilt, was incredible.
Instinct took over and I grabbed him by the hips, steadying us both as I thrust in and out of him.
His groans turned to whimpering moans and his hands tightened on the bedding on either side of his head, his fingers shifting to claws and back again, his molten-gold eyes locked on mine.
My breathing quickened and my pelvis tightened.
I took his cock in my hand and began to stroke him to the same rhythm, matching my thrusts. “I’m getting close.”
“Yes,” he breathed. “Inside me.”
With another thrust, I was past the point of no return. I let out a sharp cry—halfway between a grunt and a moan—as I climaxed deep inside him.
His hard, swollen cock was hot in my hand as I stroked him once, twice more. Then he shot ropes of white across his stomach with a gasp.
