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Fucking devil for wrapping it around my cock and getting me off without laying a single hand on me.

I wondered what else it could do…

The thought bolted out of me with the hard crash of my feet on solid ground. I stumbled, but Luc took my hand and hauled me after him. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t steady on my feet.

I knew he wouldn’t let me fall.

Instead of my room on the third floor, Luc swept me up to the fifth and straight to his room—which I’d never been in before.

“My roommate’s away for the weekend,” he rushed to explain, tugging me inside the room and pressing me against the door.

His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue spearing through my lips ruthlessly. I groaned into the kiss, threading my fingers through his hair and holding on for dear life as he hauled me off the floor again.

Fuck, the way this pure devil could manhandle me… I didn’t know how I’d ever be able to be a functioning adult again.

My legs wrapped around his waist, giving me the perfect leverage to grind against him, feeling his hard bulge drag across mine.

Luc broke away from the kiss and mouthed a hot trail over my cheek, my neck, finally nipping at my ear. “Fucking tease,” he growled, teeth digging into my tender lobe.

“I learn from the best,” I panted. I unwound my legs, putting myself back on the floor. With my hands flat on his chest, I shoved, hopefully in the right direction. “Bed.”

Through heavy-lidded eyes, Luc took me into his arms again. He shoved my jacket off my shoulders, tossed it into the darkness. Warm hands slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, and that came off too. I fought him for control of my belt and in the end, I wasn’t sure who tossed it so hard at the wall that it bounced off with a loud clang.

I crashed into one wall, then shoved Luc into the other. Hands grappled at clothes, teeth crashed, and tongues tangled. Sweat beaded along my hairline. The button on my jeans went flying, and I nearly tripped over my own feet trying to shuffle them to the floor. Luc pinned me to his bedroom door, wedging a thigh between my legs. I groaned at the friction, nothing but my thin boxer briefs separating my aching cock from his leg. I ground against it, blood shooting to my crotch so fast that I grew dizzy.

Or maybe that was the fact that I hadn’t separated from Luc long enough to take a breath, and he was currently chasing my tonsils like his life depended on it.

I didn’t much care.

Let my body run out of oxygen. I’d die a happy man.

Finally, it was Luc who broke the kiss, and only to lick a hot path down my neck. “Again, Tate,” he rumbled, feeding a hand between us to cup my erection. He pressed down with his palm, drawing a whimper right out of me. “Tell me again that you want this.”

“I, oh…” I didn’t know how he expected me to say a damn word with his fucking tongue doing that swirling thing in the dip of my collarbone and his hand working my cock like he could make me come with a flip of his wrist.

I had to be honest with myself—he could. I’d always been able to come on a hair trigger at any given moment but with Luc it was like he could snap his fingers and have me creaming my pants.

And the thought alone sent an ominous chill down my spine.

“I want it,” I said, if for no other reason than to distract myself before I painted yet another pair of underwear with my release. My head fell against the door with an audible thunk, and Luc reared his head back to look at me.

The room was dark, save for the moonlight streaming in through the window.

And those eyes.

Those fucking intoxicating eyes.

The moon should have been jealous.

Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled, the only sound to be heard other than my heaving breaths and the pounding of my own heart in my ears. Luc’s bright orbs swirled vibrant amethyst and lilac, creating a whirlpool of purple that threatened to make me dizzy if I stared at it too long.

So I closed my eyes, letting my head rest against the door.

“I’m ready, Luc,” I murmured, afraid to speak too loudly and ruin the intimacy of the moment. He hummed and dipped into my neck again, warm breath over heated skin. My fingers speared through his hair to hold him in place. His lips dusted featherlight kisses over my collarbone.

What he was waiting for, I wasn’t sure, but the tease of his kiss, the scrape of his teeth along my pulse point was about to drive me insane.

“Luc…”