Graham's POV:
My lips are on his neck, my teeth pressing just the tiniest bit.
His skin is soft in this spot, it would be easy to just take a bite, but he's not for me.
He's only for my wolf.
Phoenix is for me.
My wild side likes to take its time, it sucks on his neck and his moans are the sweetest music.
His body is shaking under mine, he's only in his boxers and I can feel his hardness against my thigh.
It's a lot bigger than I have always given him credit for, but I still beat him in that regard.
"Touch me."
Him begging? It affects even me, not just the wild side, but the human side too. I've always loved beggars.
"Touch you where?" Teasing, just like I always do, but now it's different.
His eyes, icy blue, look straight to mine. They are unwavering, but cloudy from the drink. "You know where."
And I do, but I want him to say it. I want to see him struggling and whimpering for it.
I let my knee slide up, let it brush his balls, his length.
"Mmmm, Please...." He thinks I will give in. I won't, not yet.
His hands are pulling, clutching my hips, pulling me closer so he can get to my ear, so he can suck on the lobe.
"Ughrrr." Growls and groans from me as his teeth bite me there, as his lips and tongue suck the blood.
I pull back.
I'm in control.
"Where do you want me to touch, hmm?" I let my fingers travel, let them slide along his thigh. They have muscle, but I can feel the softness of them, of how they would feel wrapped around my naked hips.
They are at the edge of his boxers, gliding just a bit in.
"Ah!"
"You want me to touch you here?"
He nods, but I want words.
My lips are at his neck. I can't help the way I want to mark this flesh.
"Please, please touch me. Please!" I think he's had enough.
My hand is inside now, wrapped tight around his cock. It feels like it might burst at any moment.
I stroke him, his skin velvet and hot to the touch. His hand clasps around my wrist, trying to control my movements as he pushes himself up into my hands, thrusting his hips.
I grab his hands, placing them above, getting in his face. My lips are smirking devilishly. "Keep out of my way Tally cat."
He's coming apart in my arms, eyes glazed as I quicken my pace, jack hammering his dick so tight and fast that his hips come off the bed, jerking and screaming as he squirts onto my hand, onto his stomach, cumming so quick that he doesn't have time to process what's happened.
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Hidden Bonds
Werewolf(Book3) Talon Blackwood has had feelings for his best friend since before he can remember. He can't stop the staring. He can't help the glances and the slow, easy perusals. He can't change the way he is. In love, in love with his best friend ...
