“Dude, are you smelling me?”

I didn’t answer, but I stopped what I was doing.

“Seriously, were you smelling me?”

“Sorry. Can’t help it.”

He twisted his head so he could look back at me. His eyes were glinting in amusement. He bit his bottom lip, dragging his teeth over the puffy pink flesh. Then he rubbed the side of his face against mine. “God. That’s hot, Sully.”

My dick loved how that sounded. It thickened and lurched at his words.

He felt it. He must have because he clenched and said, “Oooh, that was hot, too.” He rocked his hips back and forth slightly, grinding my cock, squeezing a helpless sound from my chest.

I started to move with him.

“Don’t stop, okay?”

“Do you need more?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need everything you’ve got, Sully. I need it all. I want your alpha cock. I want you to ram it inside me.”

My hands clenched, fingers curling and digging into his flesh hard. Hard enough to leave bruises. I felt short of breath. “Yours,” I panted. “Everything. I-it’s yours.”

“Everything?” His voice was syrupy sweet. Seductive.

“Everything.”

“What about your knot?”

My knot? Fuck. I’d forgotten about that.

Of course, I’d heard about knots and knotting. Everyone had. I’d never paid much attention to the matter. It had never seemed relevant to me, as it only happened to alphas. I had no idea how to form a knot. I didn’t have the first clue where to start.

“Jules, I, uh, I don’t know how . . .”

“Sure you do. Your body knows how.” His voice dripped with sex and certainty. “Your wolf does, too.”

I meant what I said. Everything I had was his. Everything. I wanted it that way. I wanted to give him everything he wanted. I wanted that more than I wanted anything for myself. It was all I could think of. I tried to concentrate on my dick. I asked it politely to knot and when that didn’t work, I asked it impolitely. I closed my eyes and used all my energy to try to push my intention to that part of my body. Nothing happened. Not a single thing.

“I’m sorry, Jules. I can’t do it.”

He twisted and looked back at me again. “You’re Sully goddamn Cleary. There’s nothing you can’t do.” His eyes were dark and set. He gave me a long look. It was the sort of look you usually see in the eyes of an animal. A wild animal. An animal that’s never seen the inside of a cage. “Give it to me,” he whispered into my ear. “Give me your knot. Fill me and fuck me and knot me until I can’t walk. Do it.”

I started shaking. Not just my hands. My thighs, my arms and my lungs. I swayed. I felt dizzy. Blood rushed to my cock. It started swelling in a way that was unbelievable.

Unreal.

Magick.