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“What?” he replied. His mouth curved into that sexy smile of his, and I had no doubt he knew what they did to me. He shrugged as if it was nothing. “They’re comfortable.”

“Bullshit,” I growled. I stroked my cock once. His breath caught, and his cock twitched against the fabric. I watched it jump, the head pushing at the mesh, and my mouth went dry. “Look at you… dripping through the fabric for me. You look like my new favorite toy, little wolf.”

Another deep flush spread over his chest as a small sound escaped him.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked. “You like being called my favorite toy.”

“Yes,” Theo whispered.

I held his blue gaze and let the admission fill the silence between us—as I accepted the new piece of himself Theo had just handed me. My mind was already turning with how I could use it later for his benefit and mine.

And judging by the way he shifted under my attention, he knew exactly what I was doing too. Good. I grinned as I got to my feet.

“Good, then lie down for me just like that, and let me play with what’s mine.”

CHAPTER 63

Theo

Curiosity almost got the better of me, but I finally did as he asked. The mattress dipped as I made myself comfortable, stretching out like he wanted me to. Rhodes watched me, that smile doing more to me than I wanted to admit. I could practically feel how his gaze dragged over my bare skin, and it was almost enough to ruin me.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “Hands above your head. Don’t move.”

I raised my arms, wrists crossed on the pillow. As I did, he tugged his belt free. The anticipation was enough to make my dick jump against the mesh. The underwear had been an impulsive buy—one I wasn’t sure he’d like—but damn, I was glad I had. The hunger in his eyes was insatiable, making me shiver head to toe.

“Wrists,” Rhodes said, and I gave them to him. He wrapped the leather around them in layers before he tested its snugness. “Too tight?”

The question held no playfulness as he genuinely checked in with me.

“No.” I shook my head slightly. “It’s good.”

“Good.” He drew the strap through the buckle, and that final click did more to me than I’d ever admit. The excitement had me leaking against the mesh trapping my length. He placed my hands over my head as he said, “Don’t move, little wolf. You lie there and watch.”

He stepped back to get undressed. His fingers danced over each button on his shirt, flicking them open with ease. My gaze caught on the way his muscles shifted as he shrugged the fabric off, letting it fall to the ground forgotten. I followed the trail of dark hair below his navel to where his cock swayed with the movement of his body. The head was slick with precum, making my mouth water. My hips rolled against the sheets, searching for friction that wasn’t there. Favorite toy. Those words had been all but branded in my chest. I wanted to be played with. I wanted his hands on me so bad it was a physical ache—the kind that had my dick throbbing and had me ready to beg.

“Eyes up here,” Rhodes ordered, and I hadn’t realized I was staring.

“Sorry,” I whispered and met his eyes once more. “I was just looking.”

“You can stare all you want,” he said, giving me permission. I followed the movement of his hands as he pushed his pants and boxers down. “Look at you tied up and dripping in those pretty briefs for me.”

He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked once, dragging it out as fresh precum beaded on the slit.

“You’re going to lay there and be my perfect fuck toy, aren’t you, little wolf?” Rhodes asked.

“Yes.” The word came out wrecked as I forgot how to breathe.

“Good boy,” he said. He knelt between my legs, and his lips brushed against the inside of my knee. “I’m going to take my time with you, and I promise by the end of this, you’re going to come so hard inside your briefs that you’ll never be able to wear them again without thinking of me.”

He worked his way up the inside of my thigh with open-mouthed kisses to where my leg met my hip. My cock jumped against the mesh, and he let out a low laugh, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“So impatient,” Rhodes murmured. He gripped my thighs and pushed my legs open wider. “You’ve waited all night in these. You can wait a little longer.”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one tied to the bed with his dick leaking through a wet patch of mesh, watching the man he loved kneel between his legs. At this point, patience was overrated.

His mouth moved closer. The heat of his breath through the fabric felt like a promise, and I whimpered. His lips pressed against the head of my cock, right over the wet spot, and I gasped. The mesh scraped my sensitive crown, a rough drag that sent shivers down my spine. The light kisses he placed along the ridge weren’t enough, and my hips bucked off the mattress in search of more.

His palm came down flat on my lower stomach, pressing me back into the sheets.