Page 36 of Roguefinder

My dick perked up. Although, who was I kidding? I’d been on edge since the kiss in the foyer.

I sat back in my chair and took my time looking him over, taking in his thick blond waves, the smattering of freckles on his nose, and the flush the wine had put in his cheeks. “It’s the middle of the afternoon, college boy.”

His lips parted, and his moan was so soft that anyone but a werewolf would have missed it.

But I was a werewolf. And he belonged to me.

He’d rested a hand on the table, and his fingers twitched against the wood. “Sounds like a perfect time to me.”

I stood and began collecting our plates. Caleb watched, tension vibrating off him. He knew he had to wait. The fact that he did it without being told was just as sexy as anything else he’d done.

We both knew the game. We both knew that if I told him to get on his knees, he’d do that, too.

But I kept him in his chair as I cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. I scraped plates into the garbage and washed the dishes. Wiped down the stove and counters with his stare on my skin. Wet a paper towel and wiped breadcrumbs from the floor. When I folded the dish towel, Caleb’s exhale was a sigh in the air.

At last, I turned. He had both hands on the table now, the flush in his cheeks deepened past what the wine could take credit for.

Slowly, I crossed the kitchen and stood behind his chair. When he didn’t move, I rested my hands on his shoulders and leaned down until my lips were at his ear.

“You were very good today,” I said quietly.

His breath caught. “I… Okay.”

“The vendors loved you.” I let my mouth brush the shell of his ear.

His hands curled against the wood.

“They were charmed.” Summoning my wolf, I let my fangs slide from my gums. Then I scraped the tip of one down his neck, following the path of the vein throbbing under his skin.

His shoulders lifted as he drew a shaky breath. “Jesse…”

“What do you think all those nice merchants would say if they knew you wanted to be fucked in the middle of the afternoon? Hmm?” Straightening, I speared a hand through his hair and tugged his head back, forcing him to stare up at me. “That you’re just a couple of holes waiting to be filled? You’d get on your hands and knees right now if I ordered it.” I pulled his head back another half-inch. “You’d let me take you over this table, wouldn’t you, college boy?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Are you leaking?”

He closed his eyes on a long blink. “Yes, sir.”

I hooked one leg of his chair with my foot and dragged him backward. “Show me,” I ordered, nodding toward his groin.

He swallowed again as he fumbled at the waistband of his sweats. He’d skipped the tiny bikini briefs that drove me crazy, and his cock sprang free, hard and flushed and glistening at the tip.

“Good boy.” I tightened my grip in his hair, holding him in place while I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him.

He gave a broken whimper, his hips shifting in the chair.

“Stay,” I said, releasing him and slapping his dick.

He jerked, a gasp escaping him, and went still. On the table, he flexed his hands before pressing them flat. With the chair pulled back, his arms were stretched taut, the muscles under his golden skin a testament to the years he’d spent catching footballs for Hale Valley.

Suddenly, I couldn’t wait.

“Upstairs,” I said, stepping back.

He was out of the chair before I finished the command. And, good boy that he was, he didn’t even try to put his dick back in his pants.

I followed him up, clinging to my control with my eyes glued to the sweats riding low on his hips. He glanced back once, eyes glittering, and I pointed to the master suite.