Page 17 of Puck of My Life

“I only care if you’re wet somewhere else.”

Walter narrowed his eyes, stirring desire in my center and sending it surging through my veins. He spread his legs just like that image I had of him. He prodded around his hole and shoved in two fingers. Pulling them out, he held them up to the light.

He tilted his head and raised a brow.

Taking deep breaths to calm my nerves and desire, I sat on the edge of the bed, but Walter crawled over the mattress and straddled me. With his arms draped over my shoulders, he swayed his hips and his thighs brushed over my length.

He dug his nails into my shoulders. “I need you inside me.”

Heat prickled over my skin, and I blinked away the sweat trickling into my eyes. With both hands on him, I pulled him onto me, and my cock slid into his hole. And not just the tip. Walter slammed himself onto me, taking in my length. We both panted, and I gripped his hips as his head fell forward and rested on my shoulder.

Walter heaved his head up, and he wriggled his butt, making my body tingle. He gave me a lopsided smile which hinted of playfulness and hauled his body up so only the tip of me remained inside him. Having been sheathed inside for such a short time, I missed him already, and I pulled him down again so I was cocooned within him.

“You’re a rogue.”

“Nah.” I squeezed the soft flesh on his butt. “I’m just needy for you.”

Walter rocked back and forth, sending sparks shooting through me. If he continued like this, I couldn’t last, so I pulled him close.

“You can’t do this. Not yet.”

“Oh, you want me to ride you a while longer?” There was that wicked grin again.

At the word “ride,” I jerked him up, and he whimpered, “That feels lonely.” He fell onto me, taking the whole of me inside him. “But the hellos outweigh the goodbyes.”

With a hand on the back of his head, I pulled him close and pecked his lips. He parted them, allowing my tongue to slide inside. His tongue curled around mine, and finally, that connection we shared had found a home, right beside my heart. I understood where I was supposed to be. And it was right here with my mate.

But Walter pulled away, and I grabbed him, not wanting to let go. He got on his knees and fell on my cock. We both moaned, and his come-hither eyes had me holding him tightly. I was feeling something after all those years, and not just anything, but the most profound love. I wanted a long life together to love and cherish him.

With his hands on my shoulders, Walter lifted himself, leaving the head of my cock inside me. He rocked back and forth but didn’t take me in. I was aching for him, wanting to fill and stretch him

“Now who’s teasing?”

"Ummm.” He glanced up then to the left and right. “That would be me.”

I yanked him down, and he yelped. I walked my fingers over his length, and he shivered.

“Fuck my dick and fuck my hole.”

My fingers curled around his length, and I pumped him as my cock slid in and out of his channel.

“Gods, yes.” Walter’s head was back, his chest and face were flushed, and sweat slid down to the dark patch of curly hair. “Pound into me, Archie. I want to feel more, all of it.”

As I pumped and plowed into him, he cried, “So good,” and I whispered, “I’ve got you.”

Pressure was building, I could feel my climax nudging me, and my breathing sped up. I wanted to claim this man but needed his permission. I held him tight with one hand and tugged his cock with the other. Our bodies shuddered and our breathing became erratic, and there were only whimpers and moans, no words.

Walter wailed that he was close, and I told him to let go. I wanted to see him drowning in the pleasure of being with me. His body spasmed, he told me he couldn’t hold on. Sweat sprayed from his hair and face onto me as he threw his head back and yelled, “Yes!”

Cum spurted over me, and my hand fell away from his cock as I dug my fingers into the soft flesh on his hips. Desire forced my eyes closed, but his scent was all around me. I pulled him onto me one last time, and cum spurted into him. I no longer had the strength to hold him, and his body toppled onto me, forcing me back on the mattress.

We lay holding one another, our breathing mimicking each other’s, until Walter lifted his head. His eyes grew wide. I knew that look. It was passion mingling with ancient knowledge. But he didn’t know who I was. I couldn’t let him do this. I grabbed him, but he was too fast, and he sank his teeth into me.

He didn’t understand, but as my knot swelled, the thread that connected us, that fate had sent in motion, needed to be completed. I took what was mine and raked my wolf’s claws over my mate’s shoulder.

We were marked mates.

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