“Lake?”
He lurched forward, wrapped his arms around me, and flipped me to my back. He then planted a hand on each side of my head and hovered over me, still silent. Still radiating that same quiver-inducing aura. He lowered his face to my neck and breathed me in, his lips parting on the exhale.
The fan of his breath against my skin gave me goose bumps. “Is this where you eat me, Mr. Wolf?”
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he skimmed his teeth down my jugular vein. Despite the animalistic nature of his actions, I wasn’t afraid. Far from it. He reached between our bodies and tugged my pants down, keeping his mouth at my neck. And as he took my dick in his palm, he found the spot at the bottom of my throat and sucked.
Whimpering, I rocked up into his palm. The weight of him thrilled me. So did the way he was practically devouring me; touching, stroking, and nipping at my sensitive areas.
“My Evan.” Lake bit at my neck harder, then kissed the spot and quickened the pace of his hand on my shaft. “Beautiful and warm.Delectable.”
The shy, introverted Lake was gone. He’d torn down his barriers and surrendered to instinct. Raw, sexual energy rolled off him, amping up my own arousal until my mind was clouded with it. Consumed.
He nipped at my skin as he moved down my body, giving me little love bites. Reaching my belly button, he dipped his tongue inside before licking over to my hip bone. Then lower to the area that craved his tongue the most. When he took my cock into his mouth, he slid down until his nose pressed into my pubic hair.
I gasped at the explosion of wet heat and nearly shot off the bed. The tips of his wolf ears flicked as his head bobbed, taking my entire cock with each descent. I was going to lose my goddamn mind. Just as a tingling pressure moved down my spine, my orgasm creeping closer, he pulled off.
“Your taste.” Lake licked his lips. “I want more.”
Oh, fuck me.
He shoved his arms beneath me and lifted my ass off the mattress. I brought my legs up, and he licked from my balls to my crack, then back up. I trembled as he applied pressure to my perineum, probing the area with his lips and tongue.
My voice broke on a groan.
Lake showed no mercy as he rimmed me so good my toes curled. Beads of pre-cum dripped onto my belly as he kept me propped up, legs to the heavens and his face crammed between my cheeks. His tongue flicked and dove inside, swirling in circles. He added a finger to the mix, using spit to ease it in.
Seconds, minutes, years. It felt like an eternity as I hovered right on the edge of orgasm, being yanked back before reaching it. Each time he denied me, Lake peered up at me, a smile alight in his eyes.
“Lake! Please,” I begged when I couldn’t take it anymore. Sweat covered my chest, and my muscles ached from all the straining and quaking.
Was it possible to die like this? It felt like it. I was desperate, my mind devoid of every thought except for the need to come. Then again, it wasn’t the first time I’d been in such a frenzied state. Maddox and Briar loved working me up like this too.
Now, it seemed, I not only had a third male to warm my bed—and my heart—but one who would also join the other two in torturing me.
Luckily, Lake wasn’t interested in dragging out said torture. By the hard set to his brow, I gathered he was just as worked up as me. He lowered me back to the mattress and slid between my legs.
“We need lube,” I said, my body tingling as I felt the silky head of his cock glide across my hole, not penetrating.
“Lube?” he asked. Movement from behind him drew my attention to his tail. It was kind of a strange sight to see his smooth skin transition to a poofy white wolf tail at his tailbone. But there was something endearing about it too, especially when he cocked his head at me, ears perked up and tail flicking. “Is it the small bottle I found earlier in the bedside table?”
Lake reached over and grabbed it from the drawer.
“Yep,” I said, throat tightening. “That’s it.”
Had that been one of the reasons Briar had come up to prepare the guest room? So he could ensure lubricant was there in case we needed it?
“How do we use it?” Lake uncorked the vial and sniffed. “I hope we don’t drink it. It doesn’t smell too appetizing.”
No amount of arousal and sexual frustration in the world could’ve kept me from laughing right then. “Oh my god, you’re so cute I can’t even deal. We don’t drink it. Here. Gimme.”
With a curious expression—and tail wagging, damn him and his cuteness—he watched as I dribbled some into my palm and slid my hand to his shaft, stroking him once.
“You use it here,” I said. “It’s to make the glide easier so it doesn’t hurt.”
His curiosity was forgotten as that raw hunger from earlier resurfaced. He took the vial from me and used more to slick his cock before settling between my legs.
I stared up at him as he guided himself into place. His brow crinkled as his tip touched my entrance. His lips parted. Silver hair fell into his face as he braced an arm beside me and dropped a kiss to my nose. And then, he eased forward.
