Lone Wolf Pack 06 - A Future for His Werewolf Warrior by Anya Byrne Page A
Authors: Anya Byrne
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gold he'd tried so hard to get right. There were questions in it now, and a final chance to reconsider. Mathias wouldn't hold it against him if he changed his mind. Mathias loved him.
In the end, it wasn't Mathias's wild nature that devoured Ward, but the love. Everything faded away except the need to belong to this beautiful man. Mathias was art come to life, and for Ward, nothing else mattered. He didn't think he could vocalize everything he felt, so he decided to act instead. Lifting his legs, he exposed his nether hole to his mate, hoping—no, knowing—Mathias would understand.
Mathias did. There was an unfortunate moment during which Mathias pulled away to reach for the nightstand. He returned seconds later, but his absence lasted just long enough for Ward to wonder why Mathias hadn't invented magic lube. The stray thought vanished when Mathias quickly opened the tube and squirted a generous amount of the liquid on his fingers. He supported Ward's thighs on his shoulders, removing most of the strain of the position.
And then, slick fingers prodded Ward's hole and his focus shifted. He had to make a considerable amount of effort just to avoid completely drifting into the haze of pleasure. It would have been so easy, but Ward didn't want to lose sight of Mathias's handsome face, not yet.
Unfortunately, Mathias didn't give him much choice. He slowly worked one finger in and out of Ward's hole, caressing his inner walls, making him more aware of his body and his sexuality than he'd been in his life. The first digit was joined by a second, then a third, and soon, Mathias was stretching Ward's passage, the pleasurable burn a tantalizing promise that threatened to make Ward's resolve dissolve like water in the scorching rays of the sun.
Those tortuously skilled fingers hit Ward's prostate, and he truly had no idea how he didn't come right then and there. He could only blame it on his previous orgasm, or perhaps the fact that he desperately needed Mathias inside him. Thankfully, his lover seemed to experience the same urgency. It took him far too long to decide Ward was ready, but once he did, oh, it was so worth it. He pulled his fingers out of Ward and replaced them with his long, thick cock.
Ward had taken Mathias's dick in his mouth so he knew exactly what to expect of his lover's girth. He supposed he should have felt at least a little apprehensive, but he didn't. Still, he couldn't suppress a slight hiss when the head of Mathias's dick popped past his ring of guardian muscle.
Mathias stilled, his jaw twitching with the effort to give Ward time to adjust. Ward was thankful, but at the same time, he resented it. He wanted to feel everything Mathias could give him, the fire that burned beneath the surface of Mathias's facade of control.
He forced himself to relax, breathing in and out as his muscles yielded to the penetration. Mathias obviously noticed, because he started to move again. At first, he did so slowly, sliding into Ward inch by excruciating inch. Ward felt impossibly full, and he thought that surely, he couldn't take any more of it, but with every second that passed, Mathias proved him wrong.
By the time Mathias was fully inside him, Ward felt dizzy. He wasn't exactly new at this, but all his previous experience faded into a distant mist, like Mathias was burning away the touches of all previous lovers.
Mathias gave him a few more seconds to adjust, but Ward didn't quite manage to gather his thoughts. Before he could even make the attempt, his lover was pulling out of him and thrusting back inside, right into his prostate.
From that point on, the world turned into a blur of passion, color and need. At first, Ward tried to meet Mathias's thrusts, to fuck himself on his lover's dick, but he was only half-way successful. Mathias's pace grew punishing, too fast for any human to keep up with. His hold on Ward tightened even more as he fucked Ward harder, as if he couldn't get deep enough inside Ward no
In the end, it wasn't Mathias's wild nature that devoured Ward, but the love. Everything faded away except the need to belong to this beautiful man. Mathias was art come to life, and for Ward, nothing else mattered. He didn't think he could vocalize everything he felt, so he decided to act instead. Lifting his legs, he exposed his nether hole to his mate, hoping—no, knowing—Mathias would understand.
Mathias did. There was an unfortunate moment during which Mathias pulled away to reach for the nightstand. He returned seconds later, but his absence lasted just long enough for Ward to wonder why Mathias hadn't invented magic lube. The stray thought vanished when Mathias quickly opened the tube and squirted a generous amount of the liquid on his fingers. He supported Ward's thighs on his shoulders, removing most of the strain of the position.
And then, slick fingers prodded Ward's hole and his focus shifted. He had to make a considerable amount of effort just to avoid completely drifting into the haze of pleasure. It would have been so easy, but Ward didn't want to lose sight of Mathias's handsome face, not yet.
Unfortunately, Mathias didn't give him much choice. He slowly worked one finger in and out of Ward's hole, caressing his inner walls, making him more aware of his body and his sexuality than he'd been in his life. The first digit was joined by a second, then a third, and soon, Mathias was stretching Ward's passage, the pleasurable burn a tantalizing promise that threatened to make Ward's resolve dissolve like water in the scorching rays of the sun.
Those tortuously skilled fingers hit Ward's prostate, and he truly had no idea how he didn't come right then and there. He could only blame it on his previous orgasm, or perhaps the fact that he desperately needed Mathias inside him. Thankfully, his lover seemed to experience the same urgency. It took him far too long to decide Ward was ready, but once he did, oh, it was so worth it. He pulled his fingers out of Ward and replaced them with his long, thick cock.
Ward had taken Mathias's dick in his mouth so he knew exactly what to expect of his lover's girth. He supposed he should have felt at least a little apprehensive, but he didn't. Still, he couldn't suppress a slight hiss when the head of Mathias's dick popped past his ring of guardian muscle.
Mathias stilled, his jaw twitching with the effort to give Ward time to adjust. Ward was thankful, but at the same time, he resented it. He wanted to feel everything Mathias could give him, the fire that burned beneath the surface of Mathias's facade of control.
He forced himself to relax, breathing in and out as his muscles yielded to the penetration. Mathias obviously noticed, because he started to move again. At first, he did so slowly, sliding into Ward inch by excruciating inch. Ward felt impossibly full, and he thought that surely, he couldn't take any more of it, but with every second that passed, Mathias proved him wrong.
By the time Mathias was fully inside him, Ward felt dizzy. He wasn't exactly new at this, but all his previous experience faded into a distant mist, like Mathias was burning away the touches of all previous lovers.
Mathias gave him a few more seconds to adjust, but Ward didn't quite manage to gather his thoughts. Before he could even make the attempt, his lover was pulling out of him and thrusting back inside, right into his prostate.
From that point on, the world turned into a blur of passion, color and need. At first, Ward tried to meet Mathias's thrusts, to fuck himself on his lover's dick, but he was only half-way successful. Mathias's pace grew punishing, too fast for any human to keep up with. His hold on Ward tightened even more as he fucked Ward harder, as if he couldn't get deep enough inside Ward no
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