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Wolf laughed, tossing the remains of his cigarette with Talon’s. “He definitely does that.”

As soon asthey got home, Ira wrapped his arms around Wolf’s waist and tipped his head back to seal their mouths together. Wolf hummed, crushing Ira against him and chasing the taste of him. He’d gone far too long without his human, and Ira seemed to feel the same.

“She could’ve hurt you,” Ira said, their lips grazing.

“But she didn’t.”

“Yet.” Ira scowled, and worry lurched through Wolf.

“Have you seen—does she?—?”

Ira shook his head quickly. “No, no, nothing like that. I just… shecouldhurt you, and nobody in that club would do a damn thing to stop her.”

Wolf opened his mouth to respond, but Ira’s expression hardened into something fierce and bloodthirsty.

“But I would,” Ira said. “I’d kill her if she laid a hand on you. You know that, don’t you?”

Wolf softened. He didn’t doubt for a moment that Ira could do it if he really wanted to. Hell, if he said the word, Wolf had a feeling Alex and Luke would recruit Talon and Malachi and help Ira get the job done. “I can’t remember the last time someone cared so much about me.”

Ira straightened his shoulders haughtily. “Well, get used to it. I’m here to stay.”

A shiver of delight went down Wolf’s spine. How quickly his life had changed. Ira appeared and shoved his way right to the forefront. Wolf couldn’t imagine life without him now.

Wolf crowded him against the wall. “Promise?” he asked, pressing his mouth to the side of Ira’s neck.

Ira angled his head back to give Wolf more room. A soft smile played around the edges of his mouth, and he curled his fingers around the back of Wolf’s neck. “Hand to God, which you know is a big deal for me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” Wolf squeezed him tight, and Ira groaned dramatically at the treatment. “Come on, I want to get the bar smell off. And you smell like paint.”

“So, shower,” Ira deduced, turning them and backing further into the apartment. Wolf staggered after him, unwilling to release him long enough to walk normally to the bathroom. Ira laughed breathlessly. “You and me, naked and wet in the shower. You drive a hard bargain.”

In the bathroom, while Ira struggled to turn the water on, Wolf undressed him, thumbing the button on his jeans loose and slipping a hand inside to cup his rapidly hardening length. Ira moaned, planting a hand on the wall forpurchase. He shed his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and then turned, his jeans sagging low on his lean hips.

“Your turn,” he told Wolf. Ira peeled Wolf’s shirt off, leaving a trail of kisses across his collarbone.

Wolf drew him in for a deep, drugging kiss. Ira’s palms flattened over his ribs, sliding around his back and down, loosening Wolf’s jeans and pushing them down his hips. Wolf made quick work of the rest of his clothing, kicking everything into the corner and wrapping Ira in his arms once more.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” Ira said, with a dreamy quality to his voice. “I won’t let anyone take you away from me. Not her, not anyone. I’ll kill her if she tries.”

Lightning burst under Wolf’s skin. The holiest of holy men wanted to commit the ultimate sin—for him. What a heady notion.

“Seidhr,” he growled, crushing their mouths together. He lifted Ira up, and Ira clung to him, wrapping his legs around him as Wolf carried him into the shower, pressing him against the cool wall and rutting their cocks together.

“Oh, God,” Ira groaned, long and drawn-out.

Wolf set Ira down only so he could fall to his knees on the tile and nuzzle the base of his hard length.

“Wolf,” he breathed, even as his fingers tangled in Wolf’s braid and his hips flexed eagerly.

“It’s been too long since I’ve had my mouth on you.” He mouthed up the side of his cock and sucked a wet kiss to the tip.

“I wholeheartedly agree.” Ira grinned in that bashful way of his, like he still couldn’t believe this was happening. His hair was weighed down by the water, straight and dripping.He pushed it away carelessly, like he didn’t want it getting in the way of his view of Wolf.

Wolf sucked him all the way down to the root and back up, watching the way Ira’s mouth fell open with a shocked gasp. He pulled off to say, “Give me some of that.” He pointed at the bottle of lube in the corner.

Ira drizzled some over his waiting fingers, and Wolf sucked him back down, finding an easy rhythm as he worked two fingers inside Ira’s tight body. He could do this for hours, cataloging the sounds Ira made. The acoustics in the shower were delightful, and the sight of a wet and naked Ira arching with abandon to the pleasureWolfwas giving him was almost enough to send him right over the edge, completely untouched. His cock was hard as rock, throbbing between his legs.

When Ira’s sounds tapered off into needy whimpers, his fingers tightening tellingly in Wolf’s hair, he stopped, removing his mouth and fingers and standing.

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