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“Kiss
me, pup.”
Djal
was ready for Julian to kiss him. He was even ready for the man’s eagerness.
He wasn’t ready for the streak of lust that flared to life deep inside of him
the second Julian’s lips touched his.
Julian
wasn’t a graceful kisser and he certainly wouldn’t win any awards. But he more
than made up for that lack of expertise with pure enthusiasm. Julian kissed
Djal with a hunger that rocked Djal to the core.
Crushing Julian to him, Djal pressed his mouth more firmly against Julian’s.
He moved his mouth over Julian’s, devouring its softness. He stroked his
tongue across Julian’s lips, tasting him. When Julian’s lips parted, Djal
delved inside to explore and conquer.
Djal
pinned Julian against his chest and moved his lips over the man’s jaw, kissing a
line to his swan like neck. Djal brushed his lips over Julian’s throat. His
lips left a blazing trail on Julian’s heated skin. He kissed the silky skin at
the base of Julian’s throat.
Something intense flared inside of him when Julian moaned. Djal felt a
possessiveness that was far beyond anything he had ever felt for Iben, Sissy,
or Rory. He needed to possess Julian, to feel the man submit to him, to his
wolf. He needed to know that Julian belonged to him and him alone.
And
Djal suspected Julian needed the same thing.
“Mine,” Djal growled savagely against Julian’s throat. His nipped at the bite
mark he had left, licking across it with his tongue. Julian’s shudders filled
him with an overwhelming need to give the man more–more pleasure, more caring,
more everything.
He
felt the harsh uneven breathing coming from Julian’s body. It was as poignant
as the hard cock pressing against Djal’s abdomen. Julian’s body seemed to ache
for his touch. His beautiful green eyes were no longer pale but stunningly
emerald green.
Djal
stroked his hands down Julian’s side until he reached the man’s ass–and what
an ass it was, tight and rounded and made to be fucked. Djal didn’t want to
tell Julian that. It seemed wrong and out of place.
“Are
you ready for me, pup?”
Julian gulped and nodded.
Djal
kept his eyes locked with Julian’s–watching for any sign of pain as he
lathered his fingers with lube then slowly pushed one into Julian’s tight ass.
Except for the slight inhale of breath, Julian didn’t move a muscle.
He
pulled his finger out then pushed back in, gently fucking Julian with his
finger. When he thought that Julian could take more, Djal pressed in another
finger and wiggled it around.
Julian
suddenly wailed when Djal pushed in a third finger and altered the angle of
his thrusts. Djal knew that he had hit Julian’s prostate. He started to move
his fingers in a steady rhythm, making sure he stroked his fingers over
Julian’s sweet spot as often as he could.
"Oh
gods...Djal...I have to...oh please."
Julian clutched at Djal’s arm, his nails digging in as he started moving his
hips, pushing back against Djal’s fingers. “I need!”
“I
know what you need, pup.”
Djal
fucked Julian’s ass a few more times and then pulled them free. He grabbed the
tube of lube and spread some on his cock. Julian had plenty of lube already in
his ass but Djal wasn’t taking any chances.
The
air around Djal seemed electrified as he lifted Julian up by his hips then
slowly lowered the man down onto his thick cock, gently thrusting into him.
He
pressed in a little more each time, and Julian rocked back, silently begging
for more.
With
every inch that slid inside of him, Julian’s eyes widened until they dominated
his face.
Once
Julian’s body rested fully against his, Djal paused. It took every ounce of
control he had honed over the years to keep from plunging into Julian’s sweet
body. He wanted to give in to the blazing fire burning inside of him, to
plunge deep inside of Julian.
He
just couldn’t.
He
wouldn’t move until Julian gave him the okay.
“Djal, please, I…more, I need more.”
Oh,
thank fuck!
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