From my chest.

I was growling.

I stopped as soon as I realized. I was on my knees behind Jules. He was on all fours, legs spread wide open, presenting for me. My blood was on fire as it coursed through my veins. I was tense everywhere. Hard everywhere. Harder than I’d ever been. I was burning so hard and so hot, for a second I wondered if I was the one who was in heat.

I reached out and stroked the back of his thigh. I ran my hand up his leg, palm tingling as I felt the change from coarse hair to silky smooth. His ass was muscular and round. Hot meat and soft skin. He didn’t flinch when I touched him. He arched and leaned back into my touch. His cheeks parted wider, and I saw his hole pucker. Tiny wrinkles and creases fanned out from the center. I growled again, but that time, I knew I was the one making the sound. What I saw before me was everything I’d ever wanted. Everything and more. I sank my face into him without giving it one second’s thought. I had to have him. I had to.

He hissed as I licked him. He hissed harder when I fisted his erection and harder still when I ran my tongue along the underside of his balls. They were swollen, hanging low from the weight of his heat. The second I touched them, they contracted, pulling up close to his body. I licked him until he was squirming and moaning. We both moaned when my tongue penetrated him. We couldn’t help it.

“Sully, please,” he groaned.

I brought my thumb to my mouth and rubbed it gently around his opening. As soon as he moaned that time, I pressed my finger inside him. He stilled for a second. Frozen and silent and then he let out a high-pitched whimper. I pressed my thumb into him deeply. Up to the knuckle. As deep as it would go. I did what I could to loosen him up. I knew he’d need it for what I had to give him.

“Sully, please,” he said with more urgency. “I need you to fuck me. I need it. Please.”

I cast my eye around the room.

Shit.

“Jules, we don’t have any lube. We need it. Storm said it was the first rule of butt sex. We can’t . . .”

“We can! I don’t need it. I’m making my own. You can feel it.”

I looked down. He was right. I could feel it. His slick was tracking down my thumb and onto my palm.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he groaned. “I was built for this. I was made to take it like this. Give it to me.”