“No, making me the new exhibits officer is punishment enough.Thisis just the cherry on top of a shit flavoured cake. Oh look, we’re here. Now get out and have a cold shower. Both of you.”
Tutting, Oliver tapped Lucas’ chest. “Nancy, that’s the sergeant you're talking to.”
“And that’s the sergeant you’re tonguing in the back of my car.”
Flushing, he replied, “He’s notmysergeant.”
“Only because you couldn’t keep your grubby little hands off each other! Now, au revoir, toodaloo, off you pop. I expect more professionalism from the two of you tomorrow.” And then, they were both shoved under the front porch of The Cherry Tree Hotel, dust kicking up behind Nancy’s tyres as she drove away.
“Is she alright?” Lucas said, scrubbing a hand across his chin.
Oliver nodded. “Yeah. She always gets like that when she’s tired. Same as Matteus. Speaking of which… please don’t tell him about this.”
Lucas chuckled as he pressed a hand to the nape of Oliver’s neck, leading him into the hotel. The tension roiling in his gut returned almost immediately, and Oliver could feel tiny sparks ofsomethingradiating down his legs. Pinpricks peppered his vision and his breathing grew increasingly unsteady as the alpha’s thumb rubbed little circles over the mating gland in the crook of his shoulder.
“Stop that,” he whispered feebly. The words quickly followed by, “Hurry,” as he pressed himself under the alpha’s arm again. Lucas’ nostrils flared as he hauled Oliver past the reception desk?—
“Good Morning Mr White, and—er?—”
—down the corridor, up two flights of stairs, and down another long corridor.
The air grew hot as a thin sheen of sweat coated Oliver’s skin. “Lucas…” he whimpered, “Lucas, what’s happening? Is it the drugs?” Because it felt like he was going into heat again. Minus the horrific cramping, plus, plus,plusthe painful ache in his groin.
“No,” Lucas replied, his pupils blown wide open.
“Oh shit,” Oliver mumbled.
His inner wolf whimpered as the grip on his self-control began to ebb away. But then the alpha turned his warm eyes on him, and despite the hunger in his gaze and urgency in his step, all of Oliver’s fear evaporated.
“I’m going to make a mess of you,” Lucas said, gently squeezing his neck. “Until you can’t string a sentence together.”
Oliver’s lips parted as a sultry sound slipped out. “Oh?—”
When they reached room 2359, Oliver’s legs were shaking so badly he had to grip Lucas’ arm to keep himself upright. As Lucas yanked off his clothes and peeled down Oliver’s jogging bottoms, he realised he was, without any doubt, wet.
“Oh—” he mouthed again, blinking down at his own rock hard cock as though it hadn’t been standing to attention for the last hour.
“Here. Now,” Lucas growled, a thin sheen of sweat giving his skin a bronzy glow.
He was like a God, standing there with his chiseled frame, tousled hair and rock hard cock. Oliver wanted to worship at thealtar of Lucas White, so without another word he dropped to his knees, parted his lips, and took the alpha in his mouth.
Salty pre-come splashed over his tongue as he pushed back the alpha’s foreskin with his lips. The tip alone engulfed his mouth, and he had to stretch his jaw wide to accommodate it.
Lucas tugged roughly at his hair, guiding his mouth back and forth across the head as it slid between his lips with a salaciously wet sound. His tongue glided over the pulsating vein that followed the entire length of his shaft, before lapping at the sensitive slit on the underside.
Oliver touched himself whilst wrapping a hand around the base of Lucas’ cock, massaging the half-hidden knot between his fingers. It pulsated and burned under his touch, like it was begging him for release. Lucas growled and tipped his hips forward, filling Oliver’s throat and almost making him gag.
“I wish you could see yourself,” Lucas whispered, pressing the pad of his thumb to Oliver’s wet chin. “Your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, eyes watering as you swallow it down.”
Oliver groaned around the alpha’s length, before he found his back crashing across the crisp white sheets, knees tipped up as Lucas’ head worked its way between his thighs. His hips rocked of their own accord as Lucas mouthed his crease, tongue drawing a tortuous line from his hole to his balls. Shocks spasmed up his legs as they curled around his shoulders, drawing him in and trapping his face against his arse.
“Fuck!” Oliver keened, toes curling as Lucas sunk two fingers inside him, all the way to the knuckles. His body shuddered, threatening release the moment the alpha was inside him.Not now. Not yet. Just a little longer.
His back arched as Lucas pressed forward, hanging over him as though he were a cornered rabbit. They both moaned, longand loud, their mouths hot as furnaces as they nipped, bit, and claimed one another’s lips with the ferocity of wild animals.
Their wolves circled one another, testing their mettle, daring the other to submit first as the bed frame shook. They rolled around, getting tangled up in the sheets until it was impossible to tell which way was up. Feathers flew from the duck down pillows as Oliver kicked one from the bed, sending it careening into the bedside table as a reading lamp went flying.
Suddenly they were on the floor, the hardwood cracking beneath Oliver’s shoulder blades as Lucas dragged his thighs around his waist. He was breathing hard as the sandy wolf snapped and growled in the back of his mind.
