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“Bed,” he said.

Ira’s gaze was heavy-lidded with lust. “We didn’t wash up.”

“We’ll wash properly after we’ve gotten thoroughly dirty. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Ira huffed out a laugh. Wolf shut the water off and guided Ira from the shower. They dried quickly, exchanging hungry kisses until the towels were falling to the floor and Ira was climbing Wolf like a goddamn tree, wrapping his arms and legs around him and plundering his mouth with his tongue.

“Tell me I’m yours,” Ira murmured between kisses as Wolf carried him to the bedroom.

“You are,” Wolf replied. “You’re mine. Forever, no matter what.”

“That’s—I never really—” Wolf sat at the foot of the bed, letting Ira straddle his lap. “You were such a distant concept for so long. I never really expected to wind up here. My visions always come true, like you said, but it seemed like such a crazy…dream, really, to think that someone would want me like that. And youdo.” He cradled Wolf’s face like he was something precious, his soulful brown eyes glassy. “I just found this, found you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” Wolf swore. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ve seen our future, you know it’s true.”

Ira nodded, but he still looked discomfited.

“Come here, seidhr, kiss me.”

Their mouths met, slick and hot, and Wolf laid back, dragging Ira on top of him. He let himself get lost in the taste and feel of him, the sensation of his agile tongue, the warmth of his lean body. He was loath to let him go even when Ira lunged toward the bedside table for the lube. Wolf pushed himself up the mattress to recline against the headboard, eagerly drawing Ira back on top of him when he returned.

Ira’s lube-slick hand wrapped around his neglected cock, and Wolf moaned into his mouth, gripping his thighs as Ira pumped him in a slow, tight grip.

“That feel good, baby?” Ira asked, keeping his movements slow and sure.

“Yes,” Wolf groaned, rolling his hips up, tunneling his cock through Ira’s fist. “You’re teasing me.”

Ira smiled. “What, you get to spend ages teasing me but I don’t get to do the same?”

“Demon,” Wolf reminded him cheekily.

“Then you can handle it,” Ira said, ducking down and sucking a mark into Wolf’s hip. When he raised his head, he waited, studying the mark as it slowly healed and disappeared. “That’s incredible,” he murmured.

“The same would happen to you now,” Wolf said. “Now that you’ve had my blood.”

Ira’s face flushed as their eyes met. He angled his hips into place and slowly sank down, his heat engulfing Wolf inch by decadent inch. He held Ira’s hips in an iron grip, resisting the urge to slam up into his body. Ira was setting the pace, and Wolf would never do anything to hurt him.

“God, you’re big,” Ira moaned as his ass finally met Wolf’s hips.

Wolf rumbled out a laugh, his hands stroking any part of Ira he could reach, soothing and teasing in turns. “I don’t think you really mind.”

Ira laughed, slowly moving his hips back and forth. His brows drew together in exquisite agony. “Not at all,” he said with a gasp.

Their bodies rocked together, unhurried and luxuriant, their hands and mouths exploring as they climbed higher and higher toward that distant peak. Wolf buried his fingers in Ira’s hair, holding his head the way he wanted it as he showered him with hungry, sloppy kisses. He trailed his affection in nips and licks and kisses down Ira’s jaw and neck.

And then Ira wrapped a hand around his throat, pinning him to the headboard with a wicked smile. Wolf went pliant, as shocked as he was turned on by the sudden aggression from his careful human. The grip wasn’t cutting off his air, and he didn’t feel threatened in any way. Ira’s thumb stroked almost delicately across his jaw. There was something darkand possessive in his eyes, something that Wolf recognized in his own feelings for this human.

“You’re mine,” he declared, and Wolf shuddered.Yes.“You’re mine, and no one gets to fucking touch what’s mine. I don’t care what the future holds. I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”

Wolf whimpered, a sound he barely recognized as his own. He fucked up into Ira’s tight channel, desperately chasing his release. “Ira, Ira, seidhr.” He was so weak for this human, and he wouldn’t change a thing.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Ira said, the words filled with dark promise. Yes, he belonged to Ira. Had always belonged to Ira. He just hadn’t known it. But Ira did. Ira knew it. He’d guided them both here, where they were meant to be, and he was right, Wolf was his. He felt it in his bones.

Ira kissed his way down Wolf’s neck, sucking a mark into the meat of his shoulder. When his teeth sank in, Wolf’s orgasm hit him like a truck. He cried out, his fingers digging bruises into Ira’s hips.

Ira moaned, and Wolf’s spend further slicked the way. He didn’t stop moving, circling his hips and grinding back onto Wolf’s twitching cock.

“Seidhr, fuck,” Wolf groaned.

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