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Fuck, I wanted to worship his balls.
His gaze met mine and he offered a soft smile, his skin glowing, flushed from being thoroughly pleasured. I leaned in,dragging my tongue over one of his balls, and then the other. I groaned as I huffed in his scent, enjoying the moans of pleasure he made.
I just wanted to worship him. Every fucking part of him.
I kept licking and kissing his balls, losing track of time. My eyes closed as I focused on him. Only him. I felt like I was floating in the clouds, my veins buzzing with the electric aftermath of satisfying myself so deeply.
“Keep going,” he said. “Don’t you dare stop.”
I wouldn’t dream of it. My tongue lavished him, until something hot jerked against my face. My eyes flew open and I realized he’d come.
I licked it up, moaning as the taste of him mixed with the taste of me. Then, I melted against him, my head resting on the top of his thigh.
We’d rest for a few moments.
But I knew we were nowhere close to being done.
7 /COMMAND
Oliver
I tugged the heavy curtains in the room across the windows, dipping Steel and me into darkness. I heard his breath catch, but didn’t look back as I blinked, my eyes adjusting. I flipped on a couple of lamps, flooding the space with a golden glow.
He could wait. I knew he was restless and horny andneedy.Even after our little morning escapade.
I’d made us take a break. Made us eat and drink some water. But Steel was still in his rut, and my head was swimming with a thousand different ideas on how I could help him.
I’d fucking dreamed about him non-stop last night. He’d been in every single dream of mine, his wolfish mouth on my cock, making me come.
Now that he’d come once this morning, I wanted him to wait. I wanted him to be a good boy for me, and we’dplay.
I’d spent this morning running to the grocery store and thinking about what I wanted to do to Steelexactly.I’d even picked up some ginger after his comment about figging, and we’d talked about it while eating. He wanted to try it, and I was curious about it too.
My thoughts rolled through all the kinks we’d discussed. The boundaries we’d put in place.
My mate was an Alpha. I’d seen a glimpse of it too, at Creature Cafe. But the people and monsters in the coffee shop didn’t know the real Steel. While we’d just met, I saw through the tough, muscled mask he put on for others.
What my pup wanted was a heavy hand. A Dom. He wanted a Dom who would squeeze his knot and push him to the breaking point, to the edge—and then pull him back into their arms and kiss him until he came like a pitiful little bitch in heat.
I could provide that for him. Iwantedto provide that for him.
What do I need?My brows pulled together at that pesky little thought.
I had everything I needed, in theory. I had my dream job, had raised two smart daughters who were now in college and starting their lives. I had my own house and I went to therapy to work through the grief of losing my wife.
I had everything I needed, but Steel . . . He’d awakened something in me. Something dark and desperate and maybe even a little cruel. Consensually cruel.
With the curtains drawn and us in this room, I wasn’t a father or chef or a human dealing with annoying things like taxes.
I was hisDom.
My gaze flicked back to Steel. He’d waited, just like I’d told him. Kneeling on the rug in the middle of the room, his broad shoulders heaving with soft pants, his cock hard and leaking. Making a damn mess.
I walked up behind him, every step slow and deliberate. While I didn’t have his supernatural hearing or sense of smell, I smirked as his body stiffened, knowing he was all too aware of my presence descending on him.
“Steel,” I said, running my fingers through his soft fur. I gripped the back of his head and tugged, tipping the end of his jaw and snout up. He grunted, staring up at me with fiery eyes. “Are you still hungry, pup?”
He bristled, a growl rumbling in his chest. But he didn’t argue or protest or get up and walk out. Instead, those burning eyes closed, and he released a slow breath. “I’m famished, Sir.”
