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Luke stepped up into my space and pulled me into another kiss, steering me backward until my knees hit the side of the bed and making it clear who was running the show. Hint—it wasn’t me.

I sat down, and my heart raced when Luke dropped to his knees in front of me. He gazed up at me through dark lashes, and his mouth quirked into a wicked smile before he whispered, “Can I taste you?”

Like there was any way I’d turn that down. I nodded wordlessly, watching as he leaned forward and took me in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

He proceeded to suck and lick and tease, taking his time, and the heat of his mouth and the way his tongue caressed my shaft had sparks racing up my spine. I rocked my hips, heat gathering low in my belly with every thrust. I was enjoying the slow build, but I knew this wasn’t the end goal. Sure enough, before things got too heated, Luke pulled off my dick and gazed up at me, his mouth red and spit-slick.

The ghost of his tongue still lingered against my dick, and I swallowed and said, “That was amazing.”

Luke grinned, and his voice was rough when he said, “You wanna get on the bed?”

“Hell yes.” I arranged myself so I was propped against the pillows and headboard and waited, my gut tightening in anticipation as my dick leaked precum.

Luke didn’t move, staying where he was on his knees and letting his gaze linger on my erection before his smile widened. “I think this is gonna be my favorite therapy.” He rose to his feet, dug around in the bedside drawers, and held up a condom, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. I knew from talking with Dylan that werewolves were disease free, so I shook my head. Luke’s face lit up with a grin that was filled with promise. Then he climbed onto the bed and straddled my lap before reaching over and grabbing the lube.

And fuck, I’d thought it was hot seeing him on his knees, but having him balance with one leg on either side of me as he reached behind himself and hearing the slick sounds of him fucking himself on his fingers to get ready?

Scorching.

I couldn’t look away.

Luke’s eyelids fluttered closed, and he made desperate, breathy noises that had heat gathering low in my belly. Watching him was hypnotic. I had to wrap a hand around my cock and grip it tightly so I didn’t come right then. Luckily for me Luke didn’t waste time, and when he opened his eyes, they were dark with want. His pupils flashed gold. “I want you in me.”

Thank fuck.

I put my hands around his waist, guiding his movements as he reached down and lined himself up. He held my gaze as he lowered himself, and heat engulfed the head of my dick. I let out a groan at the sensation of sinking into him bare and so did he, the sounds mingling and bouncing off the walls. I rolled my hips experimentally, and Luke sucked in a sharp breath.

“Okay?” I asked, my voice catching as I forced myself to keep still. My dick wasn’t porn-star big, but it was still big enough that I always checked in.

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely, and then he slowly raised himself up again before dropping back down, taking more of me inside him. He paused, panting, and reached out and splayed his palms across my chest before moving again. This time he sank down all the way, and it stole my breath. I knew werewolves ran hot, but being inside Luke was like being in a furnace—a soft, velvety furnace that I never wanted to leave. It was overwhelming in the best way.

I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back. It hit the headboard with a dull thud.

“Fuck,” Luke groaned out.

I couldn’t have said it better myself. This was fucking incredible, and I wanted more.

Preferably right now. “You planning on moving anytime soon?” I asked, my voice strained. “Because this dick isn’t gonna ride itself.”

Luke gave a breathless laugh, but he raised his hips in a jerky rhythm that soon settled into smooth, fluid movements. I watched as he rose and fell, the tip of his tongue peeking out from between parted lips, his thigh muscles straining and sweat beading on his hairline. He was breathtaking, and on impulse I surged forward and caught his mouth in a rough kiss. He moaned and kissed me back, tangling one hand in my hair. The slight change in position meant that my dick sank deeper inside him, and a bolt of heat raced through me.

I rolled my hips, matching his rhythm. Luke hummed his approval and reached up and gripped my shoulders. Then he started moving faster, his movements speeding up until he was riding me hard and dirty. The soft drag of his insides against my cock had me panting, delicious tension ratcheting up with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm threatening, and judging by the sounds he was making, Luke wasn’t far behind.

When I took hold of his leaking dick and started stroking, Luke made a noise against my mouth like he’d been punched. “Hunter!” he gasped as his ass clenched around my cock. He arched his back and came, spurting hot and messy into the space between us.

Hearing him saying my name like that, raw and desperate, was enough to tip me over the edge. I tensed, thrust up, and came. My cock pulsed as I filled him with cum, and my entire world narrowed down to just this—my body and Luke’s, wrapped up together in a tangled mess of pleasure.

His grip on my shoulders tightened for a second before he relaxed, his whole body sagging. He pulled in a ragged breath and collapsed against my chest. Tilting his head back, he blinked at me, sleepy-eyed, and pressed a clumsy kiss to my mouth. I returned it, and he gave me a slow, lazy smile before resting his head against my chest again. My arm wrapped around him instinctively, holding him in place as I came down from my own high.

We stayed like that for a while until eventually Luke lifted his head again and scrunched up his nose, then eased himself off my soft dick. He flopped onto his side next to me and let out a contented sigh. “I think that was definitely therapeutic.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I feel amazing, so yeah.”

A soft laugh escaped me. “I feel pretty amazing myself.”

Luke propped himself up on one elbow. “I’m not just talking about ‘got railed six ways to Sunday’ good, though. I feel… connected? Like this might actually have helped my coordination.” Then he smirked. “And I can say I am one hundred percent aware of my rear end right now.”