Just them.
Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Michael flipped them over until Isaac was the one on his back, Michael pinning his hands above his head and grinning down at him. “I think that can be arranged.”
Before Isaac had a chance to reply. Michael scooted down his body and took Isaac’s cock in his mouth.
“Fuck.”
His back arched, hands fisting the pillow as Michael took him deep. He was wrong before. This felt different than he remembered, better in a way that he wasn’t prepared to analyse as Michael’s tongue teased the underside of his shaft as he pulled back off, then did it all again.
He swallowed around him, making Isaac’s breath catch and his toes curl, then pulled back to lick the head of his cock, smiling as Isaac cursed and writhed beneath him. If Michael carried on like that, it’d all be over shockingly quick, and that wasn’t what Isaac wanted tonight. Not what he needed.
Not if...
He pushed that thought away.
“Wait.” With a huge amount of willpower, he pushed Michael off him. “I don’t want to finish like that.”
Their gazes met, and he saw the moment Michael realised what he was asking. His eyes darkened, tongue snaking out to lick his lips. “You sure?” His rough voice held a hint of alpha power Isaac felt deep in his belly.
He wanted to bare his throat, wanted to give Michael everything in that moment. “Yes,” he said, grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside cabinet. “I’m sure.”
Michael nodded once and, after taking the bottle from Isaac’s hand, poured out a generous amount.
Then with a gentleness that was both earth-shattering and torturous, Michael took him apart with clever fingers and a teasing mouth until Isaac was barely holding it together. His cock ached, harder than he’d thought possible, and when he couldn’t take it any longer, he grabbed Michael’s hand and growled, “Just fuck me already!” so loudly they both stared at each other and laughed.
He doubted his soundproofing, as good as it was, would hide that.
“Well,” Michael said as he knelt up and spread Isaac’s thighs wide. “If the rest of the house didn’t know what we were up to before, they probably do now.”
“I don’t care.”
Michael coated his cock with more lube, then lined himself up. “Neither do I.”
He pushed inside, the sharp pain a welcome reminder of exactly what Isaac had been missing all these years. He didn’t stop until Isaac had taken all of him, andfuck, it was a lot. Isaac laughed as his eyes watered. “I’d forgotten what that felt like.”
Michael looked down at him, eyes wild and smile feral. “Too much?” he asked, fingers digging into Isaac’s thighs, as though it took all his effort to keep still.
Isaac shook his head. “Never.” He rolled his hips, and Michael growled.
He leant down, gave Isaac a filthy kiss, then planted his hands on either side of Isaac’s head and winked. “Hold on.”
Isaac’s sudden laughter cut off abruptly as Michael snapped his hips back and thrust inside him again and again. All that power and strength on display and Isaac had never felt safer, never felt as at one with this wolf as he did in that moment.
Never felt soright.
As Michael fucked him hard and slow, each slide of his cock heating his blood until it ran like lava in his veins, lighting up his whole body, Isaac felt like he might combust any second if he didn’t touch himself.
He grabbed his dick, wrapping his fingers tight around himself and crying out as Michael upped his pace, slamming into Isaac and stealing his breath. “Close,” he gritted out, head pressed back into the pillow.
He only realised what an invitation that was when Michael suddenly slowed his pace and lowered himself until his body covered Isaac’s. Hot breath tickled his throat, and Isaac groaned, tipping his head further back, wanting it, needing Michael to bite him in that moment more than anything.
“Isaac,”Michael growled. The scrape of teeth against Isaac’s skin sent a shiver down his spine.
“I want it.”
Michael growled again, fangs pressing harder this time, until they were gone suddenly, and Isaac’s eyes fluttered open to see Michael looking at him with an expression so torn, his heart hurt. “Not like this.” He shook his head, gaze imploring Isaac to understand. “I fucking want to so bad, more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.” He drew in a shuddering breath that Isaac felt like it was his own. “But not like this, not when we—”
Not when we might not make it through the next few days.
