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Wolf beamed. “Good.” He guided Ira’s hand up, kissing each fingertip and then opening his mouth, drawing the blade to the tip of his tongue andlickingit. Ira gasped as black blood welled up on his tongue.

“It’ll take me a little time to get used to making you bleed,” Ira confessed, drawing Wolf in for a deep, sucking kiss.

Wolf leaned in, pressing Ira’s legs as far apart as his jeans would allow and rocking against him. “Then allow me to remind you again how much I enjoy it.”

Ira hummed, wrapping his arms around Wolf’s neck. “Take me to bed.”

“Yes.” He hooked his hands under Ira’s thighs and lifted him effortlessly. Ira sealed their mouths together again as Wolf carried him to the bedroom.

He sat at the foot of the bed, and Ira pushed him onto his back, shifting down his body and pushing his shirt up. The blade was still extended on his ring, an exquisite threat and promise rolled into one. He kissed his way up Wolf’s stomach and chest, pushing his shirt up as he went. When he pushed it over his head, he stopped with the fabric covering Wolf’s face, tightening it around his arms and face with pointed deliberation.

“Leave this here,” Ira said firmly, and heat rolled through Wolf. “Don’t move your arms.”

“What if I do?”

“Then I’ll stop.”

A low sound left Wolf, something he refused to call a whine. The button on his jeans opened, and his zipper lowered. Ira’s fingers curled in the waistband of both pants and underwear and tugged them down, leaving them to pool around his calves, his booted feet still planted on the floor. A warm mouth kissed its way from his knee to his hip, licking teasingly before disappearing. He did the same up the other leg next, leaving another lick at his left hip.

His cock twitched, hard and eager. Ira’s warm, damp breath blew over it, and Wolf sucked in a breath. Firm hands hugged his hips, pressing him into the mattress. The juxtaposition of knowing how easily he could take control and forcing himself to remain still so Ira didn’t stop wound the tension tight within him. He liked letting Ira take control,liked the way the man could draw out his pleasure as precisely as a thread through a needle.

Ira’s weight settled on his thighs. Long fingers wrapped around his length at last, pumping a handful of times and smearing his precum down his shaft.

Pain lit up just below his belly button, light and careful, and this time there was no denying his whine for what it was, high and needy. A mouth closed around the head of his cock as the blade dragged through his skin. Ira licked and sucked, never taking him all the way in, just kissing almost like they had in the kitchen. He was gripping Wolf’s cock with his left hand, so he’d removed the ring to make more precise cuts with his right. Was he writing something? Fuck, the idea of him writing his name in Wolf’s flesh sent him to dizzying heights. He moaned aloud, his breath moving the fabric of his T-shirt.

“You like that, baby?” Ira asked, tonguing his slit.

“Fuck yeah.”

Ira left his cock just long enough to swipe his tongue over the blood that beaded from the wounds. Wolf was already healing, and he lamented that he wouldn’t get to see what it said.

“What did it say?” he asked raggedly. He needed toknow.

Ira chuckled darkly, a strange sound given how cheerful and kind he was everywhere else. “I’ll write it again. Let’s see if you can follow along this time.”

A vertical line up, a shorter diagonal one back down. Ira’s tongue dragged up his length. Another short diagonal line up, and then a long one back down.

M

A straight line down. Ira sucked the head of his cock into his mouth, his tongue massaging the underside.

I

A straight line up, a diagonal line all the way back down. Another straight line back up. Ira bobbed his head once, halfway down his length and back up.

N

A straight line down. Three short lines across. Pleasure boiled up Wolf’s cock, his release imminent.

E

Ira took him to the back of his throat, and it felt like being struck by lightning. Wolf came without warning, a cry tearing from his throat as his hips jerked, spearing himself down Ira’s throat. His throat squeezed around him, swallowing Wolf’s seed. When he finally backed off, he gasped—and coughed.

Wolf pulled the T-shirt off and tossed it away, sitting up to cradle Ira’s face and taste himself on Ira’s tongue, blood and cum and Ira combined into one heady flavor.

“Sorry, I’m sorry, are you okay?” he asked, and Ira laughed into his mouth.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Totally worth it.” His watering eyes went hooded and molten. “God, you’re hot.” His voice was gravelly, and a wave of possessiveness went through Wolf.His cockdid that.

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