Freeing Demitri's Wolf by Charlie Richards (reading like a writer .TXT) 📕

Demitri cocked his head and listened. To his surprise, Kiernan’s buddy—who was evidently mated to Jenna— Jenna and Joe—Demitri had always thought them a nice couple—had given him a number of pros, cons, and general good information.

Finally, Kiernan mused, “So other than the stuff you added on, what do I need to know? How do we mate?”

He couldn’t help it. His cheeks warmed in a blush. “Um, between everything, I think you have plenty of information…” Shit, but would his mate be willing? “Um, as far as mating, well, I need to claim you, uh, I’d have to, well…” He flushed harder.

Kiernan smiled. “Ah, I see. You’d have to top me. Is that right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he murmured. “Um, there is a bite involved. Where I sink my canines into your, uh, here.” He touched where his shoulder met his neck. “It’s supposed to be super enjoyable, though, so no worries there.”

His lover smirked. “You assure me about your bite but worry about having to top me? How do you know I don’t look forward to your cock in my ass?”

Demitri gasped. “Well, you…you…always seem so…so dominant. I didn’t think you’d, well, you know. Like bottoming?”

Kiernan chuckled lowly, sensually, as he rolled to his knees and started crawling up the bed. “I don’t mind bottoming on occasion, darling,” he purred throatily. “It’s control I like.

His breathing hitched in his chest. “I—Oh. Then how…how do we do this?” he rushed out the words.

Demitri could do nothing but stare as he watched Kiernan pull the lube and a condom from the nightstand. His ardor eased as he realized his mistake. “Oh, shit, I forgot to tell you.”

Kiernan rose from the bed and started pulling off his clothes. “Forgot to tell me what?” he asked absently before ordering, “Strip.”

“No condom,” Demitri blurted. Pausing as he kicked out of his sneakers, Kiernan focused on him fully. “Excuse me?”

Demitri opened and closed his mouth for a second, struggling—it wasn’t like he talked about sex…ever—then bolstered his courage. “For me to claim you there can’t be a condom between us. I need to, um, spill…” He just knew his face looked like a cooked lobster. “Spill in you,” he mumbled, lowering his gaze and focusing on his jeans.

For a second, only the sound of fabric rustling filled the room. Then, Kiernan’s warm fingers gripped Demitri’s chin gently and forced his face up so he could look him in the eye. A very naked Kiernan. “You’re so sexy,” Demitri whispered. When they’d made love last time, he’d been so out of his mind with pleasure, he hadn’t really had a chance to touch and explore Kiernan. His fingers itched to do so now.

Kiernan smiled. “Thank you.” Then he held up the condom. Demitri stared at it dumbly. “No condom,”

Kiernan whispered. Demitri nodded. “Okay. I trust you.”

“You do?” Demitri whispered absently as he watched Kiernan drop the foil square back into the nightstand drawer.

“Yeah. You wouldn’t put me at risk.” Kiernan sounded so confident. “Now,” he said, redrawing Demitri’s attention.

“You haven’t stripped, yet.” He stepped back and smirked.

“I get the distinct impression you are having trouble focusing.”

With Kiernan’s broad, strong chest tapering down to a trim waist, just the barest hint of love handles forming, to the thick, hard cock on display, Demitri didn’t know how he was supposed to focus on anything. His mouth watered. He wanted to taste his mate.

“Strip and I’ll let you suck me for a moment while I prepare myself.” Demitri mewled at Kiernan’s words, his cock oozing in his jeans. Sliding off the bed, he made quick work of his clothes. “Fold your clothes and put them on the chair with mine, Demitri,” Kiernan demanded.

Ducking his head, he quickly obeyed.

When he returned to the bed, Demitri nearly swallowed his tongue. His lover had shoved the comforter down, so he lounged on the navy sheet. Mostly on his side, one knee pointed toward the ceiling, showing off his thick cock. The heavy shaft curved up, nearly reaching his belly button, pre-cum oozing from the slit. One of Kiernan’s hands was behind him and from the way his arm moved, Demitri just knew he was stretching himself.

Kiernan stared at Demitri with lust and heat, his expression an invitation in and of itself. Still, with his free hand, he cupped his balls and used his thumb to pull his dripping cock away from his abs. “Come on, then. Suck me, babe.”

Demitri was only too happy to comply. He crawled onto the bed, his gaze riveted on the engorged organ. Lifting a hand, he gently traced the pulsing vein. “I’ve never done this before,” he whispered almost reverently. His fingers reached the cap, and he circled one around the glans, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive cap, massaging gently.

Kiernan shivered. “Just do what comes natural, but watch your teeth.”

Surprised to hear how out of breath Kiernan sounded, Demitri looked up to find his lover’s face and chest flushed, desire and lust etched on his features. Grinning, he returned to Kiernan’s cock and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking strongly. He fit as much of his lover’s dick as he could into his mouth, sinking down the shaft, until his gag reflex forced him to retreat. Demitri massaged the man’s vein, trying to give as much stimulation as possible as he did it all again.

Kiernan grunted. “Hell, yeah. Take it, Demitri,” he growled, threading his fingers through his hair and cupping his head. He started thrusting shallowly. Demitri looked at his lover through his lashes. The feral delight on Kiernan’s face made Demitri smile around his mouthful of meat, and he sucked harder, careful to keep his teeth covered.

“Shit,” Kiernan hissed. He tightened his hand in Demitri’s hair and used the hold to pull him away. “Fuck me now, Demitri,” he demanded.

Demitri’s cock, which he’d been pointedly ignoring so he didn’t come just from tasting his mate’s amazing pre-cum, jerked at Kiernan’s words. As soon as he pulled off his