Page 18 of Roguefinder

Jesse watched everything with eyes the color of the sun.

“Please,” I said, bouncing. “Please, Jesse. Your dick will feel so much better.”

His nostrils flared. He set down his glass and stood. Three strides and his hands were on my hips, lifting me off the dildo. The room tilted, then I was over his shoulder, his arm clamped across the backs of my thighs and the floor swinging past my face.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, blood rushing to my head.

He tightened his grip as he started up the stairs. “Exactly.”

Chapter

Four

JESSE

Caleb was a warm, solid weight on my shoulder as I raced up the stairs. My dick throbbed. Lust was a fever under my skin.

Somehow, I made it down the hallway and into the bedroom. Crossing to the bed, I dumped him onto the mattress.

“Show me where you want me,” I growled, ripping at my clothes.

He flipped to all fours and raised his ass. He was pink and open. Glistening and perfect. Red mottled his round cheeks and plump sack. Lube from the dildo smeared his inner thighs, the moisture gleaming against his tan skin.

Lightning flashed outside, bleaching him white. He rocked on his hands and knees, setting his heavy dick swaying. His entrance puckered tight and opened wide again.

Fuck. Fuck.

He turned his head and met my gaze with glowing cobalt eyes. “I thought you hadn’t decided whether you were going to do that.”

It took me a second to realize I’d spoken out loud. Nude at last, I climbed onto the bed and grabbed his hips.

“I decided,” I grunted, then lined up and entered him in a single thrust.

We cried out together. Heat and pressure wrapped around my dick, squeezing me from root to tip. His passage clenched, and I sagged over him as an orgasm tried to claw its way from my chest.

Not yet. Not yet.

Clenching my jaw, I dragged myself back from the edge. When I could breathe again, I pulled almost all the way out, moaning at the sucking, greedy clutch of his walls around my dick. So damn perfect. He’d been made for me, his body a tight glove for my cock. Digging my fingers into his hips, I punched forward again, my balls mashing against his ass. I held like that, grinding on his cheeks.

“Do you feel me?” I demanded, stirring my dick inside him.

His cry floated back. He ducked his head and shuddered. “Yes, sir.”

“Nice and deep?”

Clutching at the comforter, he nodded frantically. “More. Fuck me, Jesse.”

My name on his lips pulled another moan from mine. He said it just so—soft and smoky, a little whine curling the end. He said it in a way that ruined me for anyone else. He ruined me. I was crushed stone and broken pillars with Caleb, my surfaces worn flat and smooth. He’d wrecked me. Leveled me down to the foundation. But that was okay. Whatever rose from the dust would be better than what had stood before. Because it would be his.

“I’ve got you,” I rasped, beginning to thrust. His passage squeezed, pulling me deeper like his body wanted to keep me there. Slick, searing pressure wrapped around my dick, and I fell into a hard and fast rhythm, my hips bouncing off his ass.

Thunder boomed, rattling the windows. Caleb fisted the rumpled bedding as he bucked and gasped beneath me. His muscles flexed, every tendon drawn taut. I draped myself over him and kissed the damp skin between his shoulder blades. Salt grazed my lips, and I licked it off and went back for more, scraping my teeth over his nape, his neck, the tender spot under his ear. I licked over his thundering pulse and felt its wild rabbit-kick against my tongue. Pressure built in my gums. My fangs punched down, and I sank them into Caleb’s nape.

He cried out. At the same moment, his walls clamped tight, strangling my dick. His blood rushed over my tongue.

Mine.

Possessiveness streaked through me like a brush fire. In my mind, my wolf threw back its head and howled. Control fraying, I drove my hips harder, slamming into Caleb’s heat over and over.