Life is quiet and comfortable for Gael. Abel has moved in to his house, school is going great and he has his little solid friend group.
But as the population of wolves grows from one to four, Gael has to figure out how to navigate them looking to hi...
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Abel moaned softly as I sat down on him. It was all about him this morning. It was hot in the bedroom and sweat had been running off me for ages already. I had been kissing his body, running my hands over his skin. Worshipping every centimetre.
He had his hands placed on my knees, watching me with entirely black eyes. I ran my hands up his chest as I arched my back, moving my hips in circles. He was losing his mind, and it was becoming obvious from the sounds he was making.
I bent over and kissed him, grabbing his hands on the way and putting them above his head. I started moving faster and Abel groaned into my mouth, straining a bit against my hold on him, moving a little with me. I let go of his hands, grabbing his face instead and he immediately dragged his nails down my back. I couldn't hold back a moan and that's when he grabbed my hips, turning us around in one fluid motion. I let out a surprised yelp and held onto his shoulders.
He smiled wickedly at me as he slowly pushed against me. I couldn't hold back a dumb sound. He felt so great, and he was hitting everything within me that mattered. We continued until I finished. It was explosive and it annoyed me because I was supposed to make him lose his mind. But he was doing the work again and I felt a bit like a pillow princess. In my defence, he liked his control. He loved taking over. Besides, he got to feed on me now, getting himself every gratification, he could get.
He groaned against my throat, pushing against me hard, burying himself as deeply in me as he could.
"Fuck," he murmured and dumped down on my chest. "Where do you find the energy this early?"
"Like you can talk," I chuckled and ran my fingers through his hair. It was wet with sweat. His skin was glistening. He had tanned a little during the summer and I loved the glow it left on him. Not like he'd ever go pale, considering he had this beautiful golden skin, which left me envious and made me feel super pale and almost sickly next to him. To be honest, a lot of him left me self-conscious. But also, proud. Being gay was really all about never knowing if you wanted to be with someone or if you wanted to be them.
"I love you," he said softly then, and kissed my chest. My scars.
I sucked in a short breath between my clenched teeth, and it made Abel look up. He moved up and kissed my forehead instead. It was so nice I didn't have to make more than a small sound and he'd instantly know, that wasn't something I was in on. I loved him for that. More than I could ever properly explain to him.
"Let me go get you breakfast," I said then and cupped his cheek with my hand. He'd been placing small kisses all over my face.
"Why? You wanna go again?"
"It's Sunday. Nothing else to do on a Sunday." I smirked at him and rose from the bed, pulling on a pair of sweats. I left the bedroom with a glance over my shoulder, my boyfriend looking almost too beautiful for me to leave the room behind.
