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“Yes,” he confessed, threading their fingers together, “and no. Don’t ever stop.”

Wolf kissed his shoulder, finding his other hand on the headboard and gripping tight. He pulled out slowly and then pushed back in. In and out, deep and long strokes that drove Ira embarrassingly fast toward that hot peak. Pleasure coiled low and tight within him, like a snake readying a strike. He canted his hips back, meeting Wolf’s thrusts, and sparks of pleasure shot through him, making his eyes roll back.

“Harder, harder,” he pleaded.

Wolf groaned against his shoulder. “You’re fucking perfect.” He pounded into him, and Ira leaned heavily on the headboard, broken whines falling from his lips. “Touch yourself,” Wolf ordered. “I want to feel you come around me.”

Ira was a live wire. Two passes of his hand over his cock and he was gone, his vision whiting out and a scream tearing from his throat, his whole body spasming as his seed spilled over his fingers.

“Oh yeah,” Wolf growled, “there it is.” His fingers left trails of fire up Ira’s spine, tangling in his hair and forcing his head back. He rutted into Ira for another minute, and when his cock jerked, he moaned, sinking his teeth into the meat of Ira’s shoulder, hard enough to bruise but not to break the skin.

Ira gasped for breath, letting his head fall back on Wolf’s shoulder. Wolf guided them back, sitting on his heels and bringing Ira with him. With his legs spread wide and Wolf still inside him, his spent cock gave a weak jerk at the enticing new position. Like this, Wolf’s hands roamed hisfront, stroking his hairy thighs, his sensitive length, his sweat-damp stomach and chest.

“Did I die?” Ira croaked.

Wolf laughed, hugging him tight. “Possibly. Thisisas close to heaven as I’ll ever get.”

Ira flushed. “Flatterer.”

“If the truth flatters you, so be it.”

Ira sighed, turning his head and nuzzling closer. “Can we stay like this forever?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“If you want breakfast.”

Ira opened his eyes. He’d forgotten all about food. His stomach gurgled hopefully at the prospect, and Wolf smiled.

“Your body seems to.”

“My body wants lots of things.” He carded his fingers into Wolf’s loose hair and guided him in for a kiss that grew slick and hot. Wolf sucked on his tongue, his crimson eyes glittering with delight as hefuckedup into Ira, who let out a shocked moan. He was so oversensitive, he couldn’t tell if it felt good or ached.

“I’m a demon, seidhr,” Wolf warned with a wicked grin. “I will outlast you for stamina. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Maybe I want to,” he groaned.

With a dark and eager gaze, Wolf’s hands fell to Ira’s hips, guiding him forward and back, working him on Wolf’s cock. Ira trembled, his eyes rolling as his cock began to fill once more. God, it felt so intense. He clung to Wolf as best as he could, fingers gripping his hair and the hand that gripped Ira’s hip. His thighs burned, but he didn’t care, rocking back and forth. Soon Wolf was meeting his thrusts, little gruntsand groans coming from him like he’d completely lost his mind to sensation. Ira knew the feeling. Sweat prickled along his body. Everything felt hot and liquid, like melted caramel.

He turned his head, licking into Wolf’s mouth sloppily, and one of Wolf’s hands wrapped around his slowly hardening cock. A whine left his mouth, his body fighting between tensing and loosening. He was mindless, just the press of Wolf’s cock against his prostate and the tunnel of rigid fingers around his own length.

“Oh, God,” he moaned, hurtling toward a second release. “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh—” He broke off, his spine bowing hard as he came for a second time, shrieking desperately as his body spasmed.

Wolf laughed brightly, peppering him with kisses as he moaned through his own orgasm, pinning Ira’s hips down as he filled him up a second time.

Ira’s breaths were loud and ragged. “No more,” he relented. “No more. Mercy.”

“It wasyouridea,” Wolf said, still laughing.

“I have regrets,” Ira declared. “Now I’m stuck. I can’t move. My legs don’t work.”

“Here.” Wolf helped him rise, and they both hissed when his spent cock finally slipped from Ira’s abused hole. As soon as Wolf shuffled aside, Ira let himself fall backward, collapsing in a heap on the mattress.

“That was… nice,” he said to the ceiling.

“Only nice? Damn, I’ll have to try harder,” Wolf said.

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