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“Yeah. You wanted to be one of us so badly, but you were so young,” I say. He laughs softly. “But you’re like, goth and dark, and so, therefore, you’re a lycan. Not just a wolf. But a werewolf.”

Dare throws his head back, and a deep belly laugh escapes him. I thought his moans and whimpers were the best sounds I’ve ever heard, but this—Darian Archer belly laughing—is The. Most. Amazing. Sound. I vow to make him do it more so I can hear it over and over.

“I like that,” he says, giving my nipple a kiss that sends a chill down my spine before lying his cheek back on my peck and settling in.

“It fits,” I say, kissing the top of his head. We lie there in content silence for a few minutes, listening to each other breathing and gently rubbing each other. “I miss him,” I say quietly.

“Me too. Every day.” His words are barely a whisper.

I pull him a little bit tighter against me, nuzzling into his hair. “Do you want to watch something?” I ask, changing the subject quickly.

“Do we have to move?”

I laugh. “Nope. Not at all.”

“Then sure,” he says, snuggling in.

He presses a soft half kiss to my chest again, and I shiver with a smile, my dick starting to stir. I ignore it for now and pull up the menu on the TV. After scrolling for a bit, we end up watching a show about people who auction off storage units.

Just when I think Dare has fallen asleep, I hear him take a deep breath. “Lev?”

“Hmmm?”

“You do smell good.”

I chuckle and pull him in even tighter, pressing another kiss to the top of his head. “Sleep, little lycan. And don’t sneak out tomorrow morning, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles. Shortly after that, I hear his breathing change. I turn the TV off and roll to my side, moving him so we’re spooning. A soft sigh escapes his lips, and my eyes shut as I drift into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter 34

Darian

Light pushes through the sides of the curtains as I start to wake up. Lev’s warm body is next to mine, and I lie still for a few minutes, content and comfortable.

Last night was one of the hottest hookups I’ve ever had.

I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face. I guess it’s time to finally admit that the crush I had on him when we were younger was a lot more than just a crush. I was sort of obsessed with him. I wanted him over at the house all the time. I wanted to hang out with him so badly. He was one of the only guys my brother hung out with who realized I was even there. Maybe it’s because he was my first real guy crush or maybe it’s because I was figuring things out and he was just nice, but Levon Richardson has had a piece of my heart since I was about thirteen years old.

With that though, I realize I have serious morning wood and that it’s pressing against Lev’s outer thigh. By the look of the covers, he has one too. I need to take care of my bladder before anything else happens, so I carefully roll to my back to get out of the bed. I hear Lev groan a sleepy groan, and his arm tightens around my waist. I smile bigger.

“I just need to go to the bathroom,” I whisper, propping myself up on my elbow and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

He pulls me into him. “Don’t leave,” he says.

I laugh. “I really just have to pee,” I tell him.

I quickly roll out of bed and pad to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I see some toothpaste on the counter. I put some on my finger and rub my teeth and tongue, because morning breath. Then I rinse my mouth and head back out of the bathroom to my waiting bedmate. It’s chilly without his body heat against me, and I willingly crawl back under the covers and push my body up against Lev again.

His arm instinctively wraps around my waist, and I rest my head on his chest. I don’t want to be awake yet, but I don’t see sleep coming back to me, so I just lie there with Lev, letting his warmth envelope me. He gently strokes up and down my back, and I start slowly caressing his stomach, stopping at the patch of groomed pubic hair that teases the base of his cock. Goose bumps pebble my skin as we lazily repeat the movements a few times. I know he’s still hard from his morning wood, so I tease him, slowly moving my hand down and tracing my fingers through his nice, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. I scratch to the skin underneath and then gently walk my fingers back up to his stomach.

He sighs a comfortable sigh and kisses my head. I repeat the pattern, and this time, when I get back up to his stomach, he gives my butt cheek a little pat.

“Let me go to the bathroom, and I’ll be back,” he tells me.

I reluctantly roll off of him, my dick hard again, and he climbs over me to get out of his bed. I watch him walk away, my eyes feasting on his gorgeous body. His wide shoulders and strong back muscles lead to two perfect globes of ass cheeks that attach to thick thighs. He’s a masterpiece. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into those globes.

When he comes back out of the bathroom, I have my heavy cock in my hand, and I’m passing leisurely strokes up and down myself, a bead of precum starting to leak at the sight of him.