A Wolf in Hiding - Charlie Richards Page 0,24

“Horn-dog. Dog! Because you’re a wolf. Get it?”

Smirking, Dermot shook his head. “That was horrible, my mate.” He narrowed his eyes. “But since you’re injured, I’ll let it pass.” Then Dermot sobered. “Paranormals do have a heightened sex drive, but the reason I want to suck you off is because an orgasm is a natural painkiller.” Seeing the way Elroy’s eyes widened and his brows shot up, he leveled a lascivious smile at him. “And I want to taste your seed and explore your balls before I slide my pierced dick back into you.”

Just talking about his desires caused Dermot’s cock to flood. His heartrate spiked, and his nostrils flared. When the scent of Elroy’s arousal filled the air, his mouth watered.

“Yes, please,” Elroy whispered.

Dermot didn’t make Elroy repeat himself. Carefully, he lifted his mate’s head and slid out from under him. As he stood over his reclining lover, he took in his position on the sofa as well as his injuries.

With a small smile, Dermot met Elroy’s gaze. “I was definitely thinking with my dick, and now I realize there’s no comfortable way to fuck you on this sofa. Not until you’ve healed up a bit more.” Seeing the disappointment fill Elroy’s dark eyes, he quickly added, “However, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to suck your dick.”

When Dermot began to kneel and reach for the waistband of Elroy’s sweat shorts, his mate gripped his thigh. “No. Not like that.”

Cocking his head, Dermot waited. He would do whatever his mate needed to be comfortable.

Elroy patted Dermot’s thigh. “Take those off, then swing up here.” He licked his lips as his focus drifted to Dermot’s groin. “I wanna suck you, too.”

Letting out a groan, Dermot nodded. Happy to get on board with that, he gripped the waistband of his sweats and shoved them down, freeing his erection. He immediately returned to the sofa, placing his knees on either side of Elroy’s head.

“Oh, look at this beauty,” Elroy murmured, immediately wrapping one hand around Dermot’s length, sending a spike of awareness to his balls. “Soooo pretty with all this jewelry.”

When Elroy used the fingertips of his other hand to flip Dermot’s prince albert hoop back and forth, he nearly lost it right then. Only gritting his teeth and recalling his mangled Harley pulled him back from the edge. His mate massaging the balls of his jacob’s ladder forced Dermot to recall the time he’d gotten his wolf leg stuck in a poacher’s snare almost eighty years before.

Shaking his head, Dermot returned his attention to Elroy’s erection. The shaft was clearly outlined under the soft fabric, since he hadn’t offered his mate underwear. Gripping the waistband, he pulled it up, then down, revealing his long, slender, dark-skinned dick.

Dermot had just tucked the band under Elroy’s low-slung balls when his mate wrapped his lips around his crown. Groaning, he trembled, a shiver working up his spine. He swallowed hard and returned his focus to pleasing his lover.

Lowering to his forearm, Dermot opened his mouth as he gripped the base of Elroy’s shaft. He wasted no time in wrapping his lips around his mate’s crown. Sucking strongly, he swiped his tongue over his head, scooping up tasty beads of pre-cum and rolling them around his tongue.

To Dermot’s smug satisfaction, Elroy paused in his ministrations to his cock. His mate moaned, the vibration on his erection nearly derailing Dermot’s concentration, and more pre-cum bubbled from him. Swallowing that, too, he sank further down Elroy’s shaft while cradling his mate’s balls, gently rolling them, testing his human’s sensitivity.

Elroy groaned again, then teased his tongue over the ball embedded in Dermot’s frenulum.

It was Dermot’s turn to moan roughly. His hips twitched, and he barely resisted the urge to rut. His gut clenched as he fought back his orgasm.

Holy fucking hell! How can I be so close already?

While Dermot knew his piercings made his genitals ultra-sensitive, he’d never experienced sensations like this.

Is it just because he’s my mate?

Bobbing on Elroy’s cock, Dermot tried to match Elroy’s skilled mouth and tongue, but it was no contest. His mate worked his piercings to perfection. His lover’s hands massaged his balls, rolling and teasing them. Elroy even managed to deep throat him, repeatedly squeezing around his crown.

Dermot would have felt jealous of whoever Elroy had learned on, but since he was going to be benefiting from his mate’s skills for hundreds of years—and Elroy was blowing every thought out of his head—he couldn’t.

Then the hand on Dermot’s balls skimmed backward.

To Dermot’s