Page 34 of Witchwolf

Plus, I meant to wear him out.

“That’s fucking crazy.” Still, his stomach rumbled even as he ground his hips on my lap. “What kind of pizza?”

I thought that was a spark of interest in his eyes, and even my wolf was pleased that it was for more than just my cock. He’d let us take care of him, just like we should.

“Any kind you want.”

“Pineapple,” he said.

I laughed. “Done.”

His brow puckered for a moment. “No, veggie supreme.”

“We’re getting both.”

His little smile at that was worth buying a whole damn pizza chain. He looped his arms around my neck and leaned in for another clumsy kiss. When he broke it, he sighed and looked down between us.

“Are you telling me I’ve got to walk out of here like this?” His cock strained beneath his sleek gray pants.

“Hell no. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you wanting.” I rubbed him through his pants while he bucked into the touch, and his moans turned sharp and needy before I undid his belt and slipped my hand down his briefs.

The warm, musky scent of him washed over me as I jerked him off. He clung to me, his elbows on my shoulders, his breath ragged against my ear.

When his dick pulsed, I tilted my palm against the tip so he shot into my hand. I withdrew it, and he shook while he watched me open my palm and drag the flat of my tongue through his spend, flaring my nose as I breathed in deep.

“You’re weird,” he whispered, his face bright red.

I grinned, a predatory curve of my lips. “I can’t get enough of you.”

For my own part, I didn’t mind waiting till we got home. When I came, I wanted to be buried balls deep in his hole, driving him wild.

I ordered pizza on the way back to my place, and it was waiting there on the porch when we arrived. Though I brought it inside, Dakota was the first to snatch it out of my hands and put it on the counter.

“Bed,” he demanded, reaching for me. When I wrapped my arms around the small of his back, he hopped up and wrapped his thighs around my waist.

I carried him to my room, kissing his neck the whole time. Against my front, he stretched and squirmed and fumbled with the buttons of my shirt.

No sooner than I’d tipped him onto the bed did he crawl back to me, tugging at my clothes and casting them aside until we were both naked. His skin stretched over his muscles, beautiful and golden, his lashes dark against his cheeks when he glanced up at me through them.

My breath caught. His hands wrapped around my hips, and my cock jerked.

I wasn’t going to make it like this, not with his eyes on me like he was a starving man and I was a wagyu steak.

“Face down, ass up,” I commanded.

Dakota drew in a sharp, short breath. His eyes widened, pupils large and dark as he stared up at me. There were dusty pink spots high on his perfect cheekbones. Then, he turned, and I watched the graceful curve of his back as he crawled languorously up my bed.

He was deceptively tall—his youth and litheness made him appear smaller than he was, but his skin stretched on for miles, perfect. He tucked his knees up, his thighs spread beautifully. His skin darkened around his balls, and fuck I wanted to suck them in my mouth, leaving him hanging like this all night while I played with every part of him.

I poured lube down his crack while my fingers swirled his entrance, and he arched his back in response. So needy and gorgeous, my Dakota.

“Can I use a toy on you?”

I sank a finger into him, and he keened before he managed an answer. When I pulled out, he shivered.

His cheek pressed the mattress so he could look back at me, and I’d swear his eyes went even darker. “Like a plug?”

I laughed, swiping the tip of my middle finger across his ass in a way that made his breath catch again. “No, baby. The only thing going in this hole tonight is me. But it’s magic.” I gripped his hips and leaned over to kiss his ass cheek, firm and round with the sweetest give beneath my soft bite. “I’ll show you how good it can be.”

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