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Wolf trailed wet kisses down his neck and across his shoulder. “Mm-hm.” One hand slid down Ira’s chest, pinching a nipple hard enough to make him yelp, and his cock gave a definitive jerk of interest.

“I’m going to do exactly what I did last night,” Wolf said, teeth scraping across Ira’s shoulder blades as he pushed him face-down.

“What? This isn’t…” He wasn’t on his stomach last night, they were facing each other.

“What I mean is, I’m going to do what I want, and if I reach a point where you don’t want something, you tell me to stop.” Wolf paused, looming over him, his lips brushing Ira’s ear. “Unless you’d like to choose what we do next?”

Ira’s brain stalled. He’d seenso manythings in his visionsover the last six months. He didn’t have any idea where to begin.

At his silence, Wolf hummed. “I thought so. Don’t worry, seidhr. I’ll take control so you don’t have to, and I swear I’ll make you feelso good.”

Ira shivered as Wolf worked his way down his spine. His hands followed, kneading the knotted places Ira hadn’t even known were there. He was groaning before Wolf ever made it to his ass, tugging his underwear down and off. Thick thumbs parted his cheeks, massaging over his hole. Ira squirmed at the unfamiliar touch, and then Wolf’s tongue licked from his balls all the way up his crack. A punched-out noise left him, and he grabbed onto the pillow, burying his moans in the fabric as Wolf laved over his hole. The pointed end of his tongue speared into him over and over, pressing deeper with each pass, until Ira was sweating and moaning and grinding back against his face.

When Wolf suddenly disappeared, Ira tried to cobble himself together, but a moment later the pillow was ripped from his grasp.

“Grip the headboard if you need something to hold on to,” Wolf said, kissing his shoulder. “But I want to hear those sounds.”

A weak whimper left him. Wolf was going to be the death of him.

The sound of a cap clicked open, and Wolf nudged his knees apart. The position was an unusual one, his knees planted far apart and his spine arching like a ramp. His face flamed at the vulnerability of it, knowing every inch of him was exposed to the air—to Wolf.

“That’s it, just like that,” Wolf praised softly, one handsliding up the arch of his spine and back down, prying his cheeks apart.

“Wolf, please,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to the mattress.

“I’ve got you, seidhr, don’t worry.”

A warm, slick finger pressed past the first ring of muscle, and Ira moaned. He hadn’t let anyone do this since he was a teenager, and if he was honest, it hadn’t been very good. Neither of them really knew what they were doing. It was enough to get them both off, but it was over quickly and not entirely pleasant. Butthis. The burning stretch was nothing compared to the sensation offullness. A shuddery moan spilled from his mouth, and he canted his hips back for more.

Wolf’s other hand encircled his cock. It was only half-mast now, distracted as he was. A wet mouth kissed up the back of his thigh as his finger slowly pumped in and out, and his other hand gently tugged his cock back, between his legs. Ira whined at the stretch, arching his back as far as he could as Wolf’s hot mouth sucked him down from behind.

“OhGod,” Ira cried out, rocking his hips back, working his cock into Wolf’s mouth and his ass back on his finger with each push. He was mad with pleasure, delirious with want. “More, please, more.”

Wolf’s moan vibrated down his length, and a second finger pressed inside him. Ira’s toes curled. The breath shuddered from his lungs, and his fingers twisted in the sheet below him. It was too much and not enough.

“Wolf, please. Please, I want you inside me! Please, come on.”

Rather than reply, a third finger stretched him open. Irahollered as they pumped in and out with purpose, his hole sloppy with lube and saliva.

“Please, please, please,” he chanted.

And then everything disappeared. Ira rose up on his hands, taking a breath to shout in frustration, when Wolf’s sizable arms caught him around the waist, his cock fitting against the cleft of Ira’s ass.

“I’ve got you, seidhr,” he rumbled, reaching one hand down between them. “Hold onto the headboard and get ready to bear down.”

Ira obeyed. The plump head of Wolf’s cock pressed against his entrance, and he arched his back until he felt it pop inside. Itburned, a brighter and fuller pain than even three of Wolf’s fingers had been.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Wolf murmured. “You should’ve let me open you up more.”

“No, no, I want this,” Ira said, sweating as Wolf’s cock pressed deeper, burning him from within.

For so long, his visions had been just that. Visions of a future he wasn’t sure he’d ever experience. It seemed like such a distant concept, he and Wolf together, that he never really let himselfbelievethey would happen. It was too farfetched to think of himself with a halfling. He wasn’t a field agent like Alex and Luke. He wasn’t out there in the trenches, coming into contact with demons of any kind. So Wolf became a distant, fanciful, taboo daydream. Yes, all of his visions seemed to come true, but somehow he’d talked himself out of believing Wolf would ever be a reality for him.

And yet here he was, in bed with Wolf and doing one of the very things he saw in those visions.

“Oh, God,” he sobbed. It was real. Really, truly real.

Wolf’s hands stroked up and down his sides. “Am I hurting you, seidhr?”

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