"Don't move," I warned him. "I mean it."
Lucian narrowed his eyes at me, but that glare didn't have quite as much of an effect when I was sitting on his hips with both of us totally naked.
Strike that. It had at least as much of an effect, but it was different from the usual.
I wasn't pissed, and I wasn't afraid.
I wanted.
I wanted to win this round, which was petty as hell, but even worse, I wanted him.
Luckily I'd come so hard I wasn't nearly ready to get another erection, so I could pretend for a minute that he was the only one so worked up he could hardly think.
Unless he could interpret the sound of my pounding heart. Hopefully he'd mistake it for anger.
I kept eye contact as I shifted backwards, sliding down his thighs.
He swallowed hard enough that I heard his throat click, and his body tensed under me.
Carefully settling between his legs, I smoothed my hands up his thighs, tracing the rigid muscles there. His skin was still a little damp, from the shower or from sweat, his body hair coarse.
The combination of textures made my palms tingle.
"If you come in my mouth, we're done," I said.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, and tipped his head back, panting, his eyes sliding shut.
Well. That was encouraging.
I hid my smile by ducking my head and taking him in my mouth in one long, slow glide.
I couldn't get it all. I couldn't even get half of it. But I worked my tongue around in swirling circles, and I suckled on the head. He tasted amazing, hot and clean and musky, and yeah, my hard-on was roaring back to life.
I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and squeezed, digging the fingers of my other hand into his thigh.
Salt burst on my tongue, and his hips bucked up minutely.
"I can't — Landon, I don't think I can —"
A ripping sound startled me up, and I was just in time to see bits of fabric and stuffing go flying as his claws dug furrows into the mattress.
His cock came out of my mouth with an obscene pop.
At least werewolf strength would make flipping the mattress easy later on, but for now, fuck, he wanted me so badly and I wanted to give it to him — but no, not yet, he hadn't begged yet.
I went back to work, sucking and licking and making him even impossibly harder.
One of his hands flailed in the air before he jerked it back, not quite making it to the back of my head.
I pulled off again, still jerking him off, keeping my mouth so close that my breath brushed over the swollen head.
"That was moving, Lucian. Maybe I should've tied you up, if you can't keep yourself in line."
"There aren't —"
I gave him a long lick from base to tip.
"Uhhh, fuck, there aren't — any ropes — that could hold me right now, Landon," he choked, and I looked up to find him staring down at me, eyes wide and wild and glowing.
Lucian was practically vibrating under me, and his claws were buried so deep in the mattress I wondered if flipping it would even help at this point.
After a second it hit me that the vibration was a growl so low it was almost out of the range of human hearing.
All the hair stood up on the back of my neck, and my cock went so rock-hard it was probably making another hole in the mattress.
And he still. Wasn't. Begging.
I redoubled my efforts, licking all over the head of his cock like it was the best ice-cream cone I'd ever eaten.
"Landon, please," he moaned. "Jesus fuck, just fucking do something!"
And there it was.
Finally.
Maybe I could've milked it, but the shock of satisfaction and sheer, bone-tingling arousal that zapped through me was enough to have me up on my knees, fumbling for the lube.
"Yeah, just a second, let me get ready," I gasped, and was immediately dragged down into a bruising kiss, his
clawed hands around my ribs — with the claws kept away from my skin, except for the lightest prickling pressure.
I kissed him back, tongues dancing, those little points of danger along my sides only driving me higher.
Pain wasn't my kink, and if he'd dug them in I'd have screamed and kicked and probably taken him apart with magic.
But his restraint, the careful way he was making sure not to hurt me even while he was too overwhelmed with his own desire to control his shift? That was apparently my kink.
Fuck me, but it was so good.
"Yeah it is, and I will, just fucking get the lube already," Lucian said against my neck, lips dragging over my pulse and then latching on.
Aaaand I'd said that out loud.
Face burning, I fumbled my slicked-up hand behind me and pressed two fingers inside, wincing a little at the sudden stretch.
I rode my fingers, making little sounds as I moved, and Lucian groaned and bit my neck. "You're making me crazy. You're so fucking beautiful, Landon, hurry up."
Oh, fuck, he couldn't just say things like that.
I wedged a third finger in next to the first two, worked myself open for a minute, and then called it good.
I couldn't fucking wait any more.
Lucian's cock was nudging behind my balls, so ready to get in me, and gods help me, I was ready too.
I hadn't been this hard in years. Maybe ever.
Fucking mate bond.
If it even was just the mate bond. And I really didn't want to go there