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“Fuck,” I panted against his mouth, tightening my grip on his hips to draw him even closer. He was grinding against me, the stiff line of his cock rubbing mine with teasing, heated friction through our pants.

“And then I’m going to lie back and spread my legs for you.” Klaus lashed his tongue against mine then lowered his head, leaving my mouth open and panting for breath and damp with our spit, to taste my neck with more hot, feverish kisses. “So you can slide inside me again and fuck me into the mattress.”

I found myself nodding frantically. Whatever he wanted. I’d agree to anything as long as he didn’t stop, even though this really was torture. I was agonisingly hard. I was so turned on I could barely think. Which meant the reasons why we couldn’t do those things right now were growing hazy, until my subconscious sharply reminded me once again.

We couldn’t break the rule yet. I’d never, ever been a rule-breaker—I wasn’t wired for it. Not even my own self-imposed rules that, at this current moment in time when I could barely think straight, made absolutely no fucking sense. There was a horny incubus on top of me, the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life, and he was grinding on my dick and telling me how much he wanted to fuck me. And I just… wasn’t doing that. For some incomprehensible reason.

When I got home after this and had to jerk off multiple times just to ease the ache in my balls, I was going to be calling myself a complete fucking idiot. But something was still telling me that the no-sex rule was a good idea, no matter how fucking difficult it was to enforce. I was pretty sure Klaus needed it to fully trust me. To believe that I liked him, not what he could give me.

He deserved it. He deserved to be shown that he was wanted for all of him, not just his body.

“And then I want that fat knot of yours finally pushing inside me, Brian,” Klaus continued, his voice breathless and lust-drunk and thick with arousal. He stroked the underside of my jaw with his tongue, then kissed his way back toward my mouth. “So when you come inside me, I’m pinned on your cock. I want to feel how much your knot swells when you come. How big and hard and tight it gets.”

I groaned through clenched teeth, pressing my skull back hard against the headrest to try and redirect my body’s crushing need to spring into action, to tear off our clothes and offer my throbbing cock to him in the front seat of my car, on a residential city street, where we would definitely get arrested. We could probably get arrested for what we were doing right now, to be honest. The windows were steaming up, Klaus’ addictive pheromones were clouding the entire interior of the car, and he was grinding on my lap like he really was riding my dick. The feel of his hips moving so fluidly under my hands was not fucking helping my predicament. I was in agony.

I felt Klaus’ soft lips brush mine, his breath tickling my cheek, but he didn’t kiss me again straight away this time. When I blinked open my dazed eyes, he was looking at me, his chest rising fast with his shallow breaths, his cheeks flushed and lips plump and rosy. He was still in his human skin, but his arousal was making his eyes glow the tiniest bit, and it made him look wild and ethereal and so devastatingly sexy that my breath shuddered out of me at the sight.

“I like you so much, Brian,” he said softly, in almost a whisper, and it made me realise that he’d stopped moving too. The agonising pressure was still there in my jeans, my cock thumping with its own frantic heartbeat, but the mood was suddenly shifting to something more than just wild, untamed lust.

I swallowed thickly, trying to calm myself down, and lifted a trembling hand to gently push back his curls and cup his cheek. “I like you too, Klaus.”

White teeth sank into that plump lower lip, making my belly almost cramp with the need to suck it into my mouth and soothe the sting. Before I could, he leaned in and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, then just below my jaw, before dropping his forehead into the bend of my neck.

“That’s why we’re going to stop.” He let out a long, shaky breath and shifted his head so his nose and mouth were pressed to my skin. He inhaled greedily and shivered a little on top of me, then with seemingly great effort, lifted his head once again and sat up. In his attempt at a firm, decisive voice, he said, “We’re going to stop now so we don’t break the rule.”

I clenched my jaw, then forced myself to unclench it immediately and nodded. “Yeah.” I sounded like I’d been swallowing gravel, so I tried clearing my throat. “Yeah, we… we should. Stop, I mean.”

He nodded, looking as pained as I felt, and lifted a hand to drag a single fingertip along the neckline of my T-shirt. That simple, innocent touch was enough to make me shudder with pleasure. My cock throbbed insistently in my pants.

“But… soon, right?” Klaus looked at me with big, pleading eyes, still glowing a little, and how the fuck was I meant to say no to that face? Even if I wanted to? Which I definitely fucking didn’t.

This had been our third date. We knew each other a lot better now. I’d already told Klaus more about myself than I’d told literally anyone in my adult life, including my own parents.

And I just knew. I knew he was special to me. That he was important. Werewolves typically mated for life, and… I just knew.

But that didn’t mean he felt that way about me yet. Or ever would. He probably needed more time to figure those things out, so he was right. No sex tonight. We’d stick to our rule.

But soon.

I nodded, hoping it didn’t come across as desperate as it felt. “Yeah. Yes. Definitely. Soon. I—” I stiffened as a sudden thought hit me and had me straightening in my seat, jostling Klaus on top of me. “Shit. I didn’t think about—Do you need to feed?”

How could I have been so fucking stupid? A no-sex rule didn’t exactly work with a being who needed sexual energy to fucking survive.

“Fuck,” I croaked before he could answer. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t—”

“No, it’s totally fine.” Klaus’s slightly pained smile told me maybe he wasn’t being entirely truthful. “I’m okay. Working at the motel keeps me nourished, for the most part. Lots of horny people stay at motels.”

Including my own colleagues, apparently.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because it’s a different situation entirely if you need—”

“I’m sure.” He leaned in to give me a soft, feather-light kiss. “I promise, Brian. I wouldn’t lie to you. If it becomes an issue, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.” I was still unsettled by it, though—mostly by my own thoughtlessness and stupidity. “I really am so sorry though, Klaus. I didn’t think about that.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He smiled at me, so fucking sweet it made my skin buzz with a desperate, restless need to be as close to him as possible. With a little shrug, he told me, “I actually kinda like the rule. It’s… I appreciate the reasoning behind it, Brian. So much. And it just means that when we do finally end it…” He looped his arms around my neck and leaned in again to nuzzle my cheek.

He didn’t need to say any more. I already knew. I could already fucking picture it. In explicit, graphic detail. An unsteady breath left me, and my eyes slid shut so I could savour the feel of his skin against mine as I nodded. “Y-yeah.”