Page 96 of Starting a New Life

“Gray,” he moaned, and my body answered with a shiver that ran down my spine and made my cock twitch. I sat back on my heels and pulled Nix up with me, making quick work of stripping off his hoodie and shirt, revealing his creamy skin.

I ignored that I could still count his ribs without a problem, and the way his stomach hollowed when he lay back, and all the other things that fuelled the rage in my gut, and I focused on the good stuff instead. The way his rosy nipples perked up, begging to be tasted. The way his cock strained in his jeans, the scent of his precum heavy in the air, the way goosebumps broke out all over his soft skin wherever I touched him.

“Please,” he whispered, pushing into my touch, eyes glassy, pupils dilated.

“Please, what?” I asked, my thumbs stroking his hipbones. I’d give him everything he wanted. No matter what.

“More.” Nix pulled me down, hands threading into my hair, scratching my scalp, and I shuddered, a burst of precum soaking my sweatpants.

“Fuck,” I groaned, mouthing kisses along his jaw and down his throat. His heart was hammering, pulse fluttering in his neck as I sucked at the skin, tasting him, slowly inching closer to the spot I desperately wanted to kiss. And bite.

Mate, my wolf demanded, fangs already bared in anticipation. Claim.

I sucked the spot right where his neck met his shoulder, tasted his sweet skin, drawing needy moans from him when I scraped my teeth over it, miming a bite.

His sweet scent intensified, the air around us crackling with static.

“Pants,” Nix demanded, eyes unfocused as he raised his hips.

I helped him pull off his jeans and underwear and got rid of my sweatpants at the same time, then threw our clothes off the bed and turned back to my mate.

My breath caught in my throat when I looked down at him.

His hair was a mess, tangled up, surrounding his head like a beacon. His cock strained, begging for attention, tip glistening with precum, ready to be tasted, hands fisting the sheets, his eyes glowing so bright it had to be his magic rising to the surface.

“Gray,” he groaned when I just stared at him in awe for a while.

How did I deserve him? How did fate decide that I deserved someone so good and beautiful?

“Fuck. Do something.” He was writhing on the sheets, cream on dark grey, cock swaying in the air, waving at me.

I couldn’t help but reach out.

Nix froze when I curled my fingers around his hard length, his body going rigid. I was about to apologize and pull my hand back when he melted into the sheets, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as his hips snapped up, thrusting into the tunnel I’d created with my hand, his precum slicking the way.

“Gray,” he moaned, hips picking up speed.

I could watch him for hours. Days. An eternity.

He was holding my eyes captive with his body, his scent, his reactions.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.”

Nix laughed, the sound catching in his throat and turning into a moan as I rubbed my thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the newest bead of precum.

“I’ve never met a wolf like you.”

I shook my head at his statement. I was just like any other wolf out there.

“No,” he insisted, pushing his body up onto his elbows, his eyes focusing on me. “I mean it. You’re everything I never dared to hope for and more. Kiss me again.”

I leaned down and did just that, savouring the way he tasted, the way his scent got sweeter and sweeter the closer he got to his release. He was right on the brink, cock thrusting into my hand with abandon, rhythm faltering when I pulled back, eliciting a frustrated groan from him.

“Not yet,” I whispered against his lips. “Not like this.”

I wanted to be inside him. Needed to be inside him.

The bond was pulling at me, my wolf was nudging me, and I… I needed to be even closer to him than I was right now.