He looks up, shocked. But I push until his back hits a tree. And then I bring one hand up above his head, leaning in the same way I do with Lou. I’m testing something I haven’t tried yet. But the reality is, the moment Dirk told me how he felt, I haven’t been able to stop thinking of ways I’d like to touch him.
He lifts his chin, giving me the same bratty smile Lou does when I play with her. “What are yeh do?—”
I silence his snark with the slant of my mouth over his, tongue sliding deep to curl around his. Then I suck, pulling his tongue between my lips as lightning flares between my thighs. This is hot for me in a way I could never have expected.
Shoving forward harder, I force his head back, bringing my hand to cup his jaw. I grip him hard, forcing his mouth open as I move the other direction, taking his lips with rough, ragged nips and bites as I battle the need to do something else, something more.
He groans and breaks the kiss, eyes flashing with heat as I bring my thumb up over his plump lips. When I slide it between his teeth, he swirls his tongue around it, and precum spurts from me.
“More,” I command, pushing my digit all the way into his mouth.
When he hollows his cheeks around it, I grunt from the heat. “Dirk,” I moan.
He shifts backward, licking a path up the bottom of my thumb as he cocks his head to the side and gives me a wicked look. “Nobody out here to see us if we take this farther, Wolf.”
I know what he means, but I want to be clear that I’m not afraid.
And I’m not ashamed.
“I don’t feel the need to hide you,” I say confidently.
“Are yeh an exhibitionist, Wolf?” His grin is practically feral.
“Not really,” I admit. “I didn’t want you to think I only wanted to touch you when nobody would find out.”
He smirks and reaches down, cupping my dick through my jeans. “Know why that is, Wolf?”
I bend down and hover my lips above his again. “Say it. Remind me.”
“Because you’re mine,” he hisses, fingers clenching playfully around my sack.
I throw my head back and growl. He feels so fucking good. I could come like this, from nothing more than a kiss, a tease and the hint of something more.
He reaches down and rips my jeans open, shoving his hand down them.
A gasp bursts from me at his cool touch. He rolls my sack in one hand, leaning forward to lick a hard path up my neck as I marvel at how different his touch is from Lou’s. More forceful, more demanding. She’s all soft, receiving energy even when she’s being sassy. He’s something else entirely. Something dark and deviant, something that pushes and pulls me until I’m right where he wants.
I’ve always preferred to be the more dominant partner. It’s why I fucking love dominating Lou. But with Dirk, it’s…different.
“Do yeh wanna come, Wolf?” he growls into my skin. A sharp nip along my collarbone pulls my wolf to the surface.
I lift my head and stare at him, bringing my forehead to his. “Yes.”
“Say please.” He pinches the tip of my cock until I whine and cry out.
I’ve never said please in the bedroom. Never asked someone for something. I’m always the one in charge. The word feels weird on my tongue.
“Say it,” he demands, gripping my rigid length and stroking. His fingers are cool but rough, pulling heat through me as I fight not to come too fast. His stroking becomes faster, more insistent as I fight against rising pleasure.
“Wolf,” he teases, “let yer handsome mate hear how much yeh’d like to come in his hand.”
“Please,” I grunt out.
“Please what?”
Does he want me to say what I think he does? That he’s my mate? That I suspect he’s right because my interest in him is becoming an obsession?
“Please, mate,” I whisper.
