Page 20 of Witchwolf

With my come on his face, I wanted to lick him clean myself, press my scent into his skin with my tongue, claim him as mine. But those were the instincts that had convinced mages that we were beasts in the first place, governed by the wolves inside us rather than logic or any kind of modern decency.

Yes, Jillian was going to kill me and make my pelt into a rug. I was crossing every fucking line that existed.

Problem was, I wasn’t about to stop.

“Come here.” I helped Dakota to his feet and kissed him, hard, plunging into his mouth and licking the taste of my cock off his tongue. When I nudged his cheek with my nose, he smelled like me, and my hair stood on end.

“You did so fucking good,” I growled against his lips. He whined, and when he opened his eyes, his pupils were blown wide and dark.

I reached for his belt, giving it a tug before pausing. “Can I?”

Dakota bit his lip, looking tempting as a cream-filled donut, and nodded. With his belt open, his pants spread wide, I slipped my hand down the back, over his briefs, dragging the tip of my middle finger between his cheeks. He whined when I found the dip of his ass and circled my finger.

“Loved being inside you last night,” I whispered in his ear, licking a stripe up his neck to nibble his ear at the top. “You felt so fucking good for me.”

I turned him around, keeping one hand down the back of his pants as I caged him in against his desk. I reached with the other to ease his cock out of his trousers, and it stood ramrod straight over the dark wood tabletop.

“I want to make you come again.” Fuck, I could lose myself in the sweet scent of his shampoo just behind his ear when I nuzzled in close. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Y–Yes,” he rasped, rocking his hips between my hands, shoving against the finger teasing his ass and my loose grip around his dick.

It wasn’t enough, and if we weren’t in the office, I’d hold him there at the edge and tease him for hours.

Right then, that... wasn’t the best idea. Almost tempting enough that it didn’t matter, but even if I didn’t worry I’d get in trouble at my own company—no. Dakota didn’t need that much attention. Already, every wolf in the place was going to smell my scent all over him.

I curled my fingers tighter, let the side of my pointer drag across the ridge of his sensitive head. He moaned when I brushed my fingertip over his slit to spread the drop that’d pearled there.

Every stroke, his breathing got more ragged, the movements of his body tighter and less controlled. I could smell in the warm cloud of his scent how close he was, hear it in his racing heartbeat.

Again, that feeling—almost like the magic of a shift—squeezed in my chest and tugged. Was that something with all mages, or just Dakota?

I growled against his cheek, and he turned toward me so easily, seeking out my lips. Before I knew it, I was kissing him, sloppy and rough, while I jerked him faster.

“Bite me,” I rasped.

“What?”

“I want you to bite me when you come.”

Dakota’s eyes darkened before I could even worry that I was asking him for too much. Wasn’t like I was asking for a mating mark—wasn’t like he could even give me one. But yeah, I wanted his teeth against my skin, his moan cried out against my flesh, when he came apart.

His breath caught, and I felt his cock flex in my grip. Catching a whimper, he pressed it into my neck with his lips first, then teeth. The world sparked white for a second, and I cursed, even as his dick pulsed, pleasure working through him and streaking his desk with white.

“Good boy,” I rumbled, nuzzling his temple with the ridge of my nose.

Dakota was panting, gripping the edge of his desk, and as he came down, I slipped a handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped his desk clean before tucking it back away.

Carefully, I turned him around and picked him up by the waist. He gave a tiny effort to hop onto the edge of it, but I was there to make sure he made it.

“You okay?” I asked, dipping my head to search his deep brown eyes while I fastened his belt again.

Dakota’s smile was dizzy and sweet. “Yup. Good.Su-oo-pergood.”

“Mmm,” I hummed, pleased, raking my fingers through his hair. It was only a little disheveled, but I liked it this way. A warm kind of fondness suffused my chest when I saw him messy.

“Let me take you out to dinner tonight.”

His brow furrowed and he blinked at me. “What?”

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