That was Jules for you. I loved him for asking. I loved it that even in the midst of a mind-altering heat, despite everything he was going through at that precise moment, he still wanted to check up on me.

“It feels good for me, too.” My voice was breathy, strained to a whisper. “You’re tight. So, so tight.” I stopped moving for a second, but he didn’t. He canted his hips so his snug ring of muscle rode up and down my cock. “Feels good,” I said again. “So good. You’re so warm inside.”

He sounded to acknowledge my words. It was the type of sound my wolf understood better than I did. I knew he was close. I knew he was wanting.

“Stroke your dick, Jules. Take what you need.”

He gasped in gratitude and did as I said. He braced himself with one hand and stroked with the other. His arm moved quickly, frantically fisting his cock. His ass started to spasm almost immediately, clenching and tugging my dick as he threw his head back and roared as he came. The room filled with the scent of his seed. I didn’t just smell it; I felt it. I felt it all over my body. It permeated my senses and pervaded my mind. My hips jerked and I used every ounce of my strength not to wreck him.

“Give it to me, Sully,” he whispered. “Give me your load. I want it. Give it to me. Shoot it inside me.” His words were breaking me down. Wearing away the thin veneer of what was left of my humanity. “I want it. I want you to shoot it so deep inside me that I can taste it. That’s what I want.”

His words pushed me over the edge. My head lolled back and I howled from the depths of my soul. I saw the moon and the stars. I felt every atom in my body. Every one of them pulsed. They pulsed, then they throbbed, and then they exploded.

When I recovered, I carefully pulled out of Jules. As I withdrew, he pushed back.

“No, no,” he whined. “Stay.”

I sat back on my heels and he came with me, sitting down on my lap, impaling himself fully.

“Oooh,” he groaned. “God, that feels deep. Were you holding out on me, big boy?”

“I was trying to be careful.”

He made a sound that he usually made when he was amused, but not amused enough to work himself up to a laugh. He leaned against me, rolling his head back so it was pressed up against my lips. I wrapped my arms around his chest and held him tightly. My dick was still stiff inside him. I pressed my face into his hair and inhaled deeply. Intoxicating, didn’t begin to describe it. I dragged my nose down the curve of his neck. I let it rest at the base of his neck for a second. Just for a second. No more. The smell of that part of his body made my hands start to shake and my gums start to itch. I moved away as quickly as I could, but I couldn’t make myself stop scenting him. I inhaled noisily, sniffing loudly as the scent of his heat flooded my senses.