“I think that can be arranged.” Isaac’s belly was full of butterflies as it slowly registered he was getting everything he’d ever wanted.
Well, almost everything.
His gaze dropped to Michael’s throat, and he licked his lips. “We should go up to the house.” It came out as more of a growl, and Michael’s eyes darkened.
“We should?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He leant in for a kiss, but Isaac knew if they started that they’d never make it inside, and the things he wanted to do to Michael did not involve sand getting everywhere.
With great effort and much to his wolf’s disgust, Isaac stepped back and reached for Michael’s hand instead. “Come on.”
* * *
The secondthey were inside Isaac’s bedroom he slammed the door shut and shoved Michael back against it. All that warm skin and firm muscle pressed against him made him almost dizzy with want, and Isaac whimpered at the feel of Michael’s hard cock sliding alongside his own. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He dipped his head to place kisses along Michael’s collarbone. “Missed doing this.” His scent was overwhelming this close, and Isaac shut his eyes, body thrumming with the after-effects of the full moon. “I want you.”
Michael shivered, head tilting back, exposing his throat. “I’m yours,” he breathed, and Isaac’s jaw ached with the need to let his fangs slide out.
He growled, low and rough, the urge to bite down and claim Michael as his almost impossible to ignore. Dropping his head to Michael’s shoulder, he took one deep breath after another, trying to calm his racing heart, but it only made his scent that much stronger, and Isaac was powerless to stop his body slipping into a half-shift.
His fangs grazed Michael’s skin, and Michael moaned, hands sliding up Isaac’s back to tangle in his hair and press him harder against him. “Do it.”
Isaac whined and pulled back to see Michael’s face. If they did this, there was no going back. “We have to be sure.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
That was all he needed to hear.
Sheathing his claws, Isaac picked Michael up, startling a laugh out of him. He carried him over to the bed, grunting under his weight, and Michael grinned at him as he was deposited on top of the quilt.
“Oh, so you think you’re in charge, do you?” He sat up, watching Isaac with a hungry expression.
Isaac bared his fangs. “Lie back.” Alpha power infused his words and Michael’s eyes darkened.
He shot Isaac a filthy smirk. “Make me.”
A growl rumbled through his chest as Isaac crawled onto the bed. He ran his hands up Michael’s thighs, the tips of his claws leaving faint red marks over his skin. Michael shuddered, breath hitching as Isaac traced a path up over his hips and low across his belly. As much as he wanted to take his time, the thought of what they were about to do already had him on edge.
“Lie back,” he growled again, bending down to lick over the head of Michael’s cock.
Michael hissed but shook his head. “No.”
Isaac laughed. “So fucking stubborn.” Quick as a flash, he yanked on Michael’s thighs, pulling him down the bed and forcing him onto his back. But as he moved up to kiss him, Michael flipped them over, looming over Isaac and pinning his hands to the bed.
Isaac grinned up at him, lifting his chin in invitation. “You first, then.”
Michael kissed him, stealing Isaac’s breath, his hard body writhing against him, and Isaac pushed into each roll of his hips, skin on fire everywhere they touched. Pleasure hot and sharp built inside him, and he broke the kiss with a gasp. “Hurry.”
Michael cursed, fumbling in Isaac’s bedside drawer until he sat up with a bottle of lube in his hand. Isaac spread his legs wide as Michael coated his fingers.
“Don’t need much.” Isaac moaned as Michael opened him up, head pressing back into the pillows. “Come on.”
Michael’s fangs dropped down as he pushed inside him. Isaac cried out as Michael filled him up in one long, smooth slide. Wrapping his legs around his waist, Isaac urged him to move. Michael growled, low and ragged, every thrust of his hips taking Isaac closer to the edge. He grabbed a fistful of Michael’s hair and dragged him down until his fangs scraped the base of Isaac’s throat. “Now.”
Michael slammed into him once, twice more, before his whole body tensed. Isaac closed his eyes as Michael opened his mouth wide and bit down, sinking his teeth into Isaac, claiming him as his as he came inside him.
The pain, sharp and sweet, sent a jolt of pleasure through him, lighting up his body until he could barely stand it. He dragged Michael’s head back, exposing his throat.
