The beast surges to the surface. I’m too depleted to exert relentless control. I soon leave his mouth to bite my way down his neck to a nipple. He squirms beneath my attention. I wrap one hand around his throat and grip the flesh of his waist to hold him still, then suck deep on his hardened nub, applying pressure with sharp teeth.

“Aah. That—that hurts. But it’s kinda nice. Yeah, keep doing that.”

Shifting to knee his legs apart, I settle between them, then push my hand down to his groin. And beneath. “Widen your legs.” My voice grates, the beast riding every syllable.

Michael does as I ask, though his body shudders. When my middle digit meets his sphincter, his grip in my hair tightens. “Fuck, fuck,” he hisses, even as he pushes down to meet the pressure.

I speak into his ear. “Do you want this?” The beast doesn’t care. It would take him regardless, but I will never let it hurt my boy.

There’s a long pause. Though his body squirms against my finger, he asks, “Are you okay? You seem…intense. You know, more intense than usual. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but I need to know you’re all right.”

My heart aches. “I’m fine. I’m…in need of you.”

He checks my eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Then take what you need.”

The beast howls its triumph. Jumalatar auta minua. How I yearn to fuck the man, but he’s not ready, and I’m too dangerous. I would only cause him pain. “I will never hurt you.”

“I know. I like you intense, Wolfy.”

I bring my finger to his mouth. “Suck.” With his eyes fixed to mine, he takes in the whole digit and circles it with his tongue.

“Bring your knees up and open your legs.” I’m unable to keep the rumble from my voice.

He eyes me, still wary, but does as I ask.

Returning my finger to his tight bud, I watch every change in his expression as I slowly, carefully, push inside.

Michael grimaces, grasps my hair again, and gasps as his rocking pelvis slides it deeper.

I wrap my fist in his thick hair, tug back his head to hold him in place, and take his swollen nipple into my mouth again. I grip it between my teeth, and when he’s arching into the bite, I push my finger in as far as it will go, into my boy, into smooth, velvet heat. Then I take his mouth to swallow his moans.

He tenses, gripping me, panting.

“Relax,” I whisper against his lips and glide my finger across his gland.

His eyes fly open. “Oh man, that is so… Do that again.”

I bury my tongue in his open mouth and give him what he wants, fucking his hole with rhythmic strokes. He shudders and groans into my kiss, writhing to take me deeper.