“Hmmm. Good thing I'm not attracted to carbon copies of myself.”
It was a fair point.
Rafferty glanced behind himself at the couch, then he grabbed the throw blanket that was spread over the back cushions and laid it over the seat. I did the same with my armchair. Thank goodness for cheap, washable throws.
We sat down, legs spread wide, and Rafferty filled his hand with lube before smoothing it up and down his cock.
He watched me do the same, his eyes darkening. He licked his lips, and a flush spread up from his chest to his throat. His lust filled the room, but I couldn't make myself crank down my magic. I shivered at the want pouring off of him.
Something in my expression must have given me away. “Are you feeling what I feel, Elton?” His voice was low and deep. He twisted his hand, stroking faster.
“I feel it.” I put one foot on the coffee table and scooted my ass to the edge of the chair. I matched his strokes.
Rafferty licked his lips again. “I can't wait to put my face there. To put my tongue inside you.”
I made an inarticulate noise, and Rafferty’s lust increased.
“You smell amazing. I want to rub myself all over you so our scents are mixed, and every other wolf will know you’re mine.”
“Yes. I want that so much. I want your beard on my thighs.” I spread my legs wider and used my other hand to lift my balls. I fondled them as I displayed my hole for Rafferty.
He cursed and bucked his hips. The head of his cock was purple and leaking. Tingling rushed down my spine. “I’m close, Rafferty. Come with me.”
He lifted his gaze from my cock to my eyes. “I'm there. I'm coming.” His mouth dropped open, and his neck corded as he roared his release.
But he didn't take his eyes from mine, and I let the wave of his satisfaction pull me over the edge with him. “Rafferty!”
Our panting breaths were loud in the ensuing silence. The smell of sex was heavy on the air. “Fuck.” Rafferty wiped his hand on the edge of his throw blanket. “I really want to hold you right now.”
“Same.” I shut my magic to block his longing and stood, busying myself wiping the cum off my belly with the throw blanket while ignoring my own yawning, empty feeling. I had to wait to connect with Rafferty. We both needed to find out if he’d feel differently about me after the surgery. My scent would change, I had no doubt. Rafferty didn’t think it would matter, but what if it did?
As if it knew my thoughts, I heard the wolf whining. Rafferty’s head shot up. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head, but I couldn’t muster a smile. “Just a little serotonin drop or something.”
He approached, stopping a few feet away, the throw in one hand but not covering any of his body. “My wolf says you’re upset, and I think he’s right.”
I sank back into the chair, not caring whether my naked butt was touching it or not. I bit my lip and stared into Rafferty’sconcerned gray eyes. “I was worrying about my scent changing after the surgery, and whether you and your wolf would still think I smelled like myself.”
Rafferty knelt on the carpet in front of me, ducking down to meet my eyes. “You smell like honey, spice, the sun on stone, and pine needles in fresh air. A little change in your testosterone levels won't affect that.”
“Do you really think so?”
He smiled. “I know so.” His wolf howled in agreement.
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“Brunch is the best meal. Brunch implies you have nowhere to be, no appointments, no scheduled activities. Just a leisurely dining experience. I can attest that brunch is especially nice when enjoyed with a handsome man.” He winks at the camera.
CHAPTER 10
RAFFERTY
I stayedover at Elton’s place. My wolf and I couldn't bear to leave him when he'd been so upset after we'd had sex. A lot of his concerns had to be stemming from mentally wrestling with the physical changes his body was about to go through. Men were taught that their masculinity, their very essence, was represented by their genitals. Losing both testicles along with the fear that he might have trouble getting an erection had to be messing with Elton’s mind.
His sofa was a little small for me to lie down on, so I reluctantly let him convince me to take his bed. We debated making a wall of pillows between us so we could sleep together, but the risk of accidentally touching was too great, so Elton slept on the couch. I was grateful he was tired enough to sleep. I got up to check on him a little after midnight, and he was dead to the world.
In the morning, I helped him clean his apartment, and then I took him out for a late breakfast, or brunch, as he insisted it be called. “It’s Sunday. Anything after 9:00 a.m. gets categorized as brunch, not breakfast.”
