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he came, him looking down the flat washboard of his stomach
at me, jaw dropped in disbelief. I licked all of him, wanting to taste all his
skin, leaving nothing hidden. The scent of his musk, the dewy drops of his
precum, the feel of his hands on my back as he bent over to moan. I worshipped
him like a beast designed for it, trading my pleasures for his, knowing that I
would satisfy him and through that, satisfy myself. We didn’t leave his new
house for three days, because I needed him and he wanted me.
    His hands flowed over
my back and chest, fingers raking through my hair, but anytime he ever reached
for my cock, I pushed his hands away. But this time I reached for him, he
pushed me back, bodily. He rose up on his elbows on his old bed in his
new bedroom and stared at me as I looked up at him in confusion.
    “Max -- don’t you ever want
more?”
    I froze. I knew from long
experience that packmembers who asked for too much got beaten down, so I didn’t
dare say a word, no matter how much the wolf inside me whined. His eyes traced
over my body, looking at my chest, my stomach, my scars, then met my gaze
again.
    “I want more. Even if you
don’t,” he said.
    I swallowed, tense, hoping.
    “Come here, Max. Obey,” he
said, trying out the words as if for the first time.
    I crawled up the bed to be
beside him. I still had my jeans on, I hadn’t wanted him to see how hard
sucking on him made me.
    He rose up beside me, pushing
me down. He was breathing hard, turned on by the power of taking control over
me – as turned on as I was to relinquish it. He wanted to be an alpha, and I
yearned to have one care for me.
    He leaned over and rubbed me
through my jeans. “I want to fuck you, Max. Not just your mouth – your ass.” 
    If I currently had a tail, it
would’ve dropped. I’d never let a human mount me before. I’d only taken
desperate fuckings from other weres who would pretend not to know me five
seconds after they came.
    “You can’t –“ I said, biting
back all the rules and reasons.  
    “I don’t care,” he said,
looking down at me with a cruel smile. “You like me when I’m willful and
arrogant. You like being needed – being used.” He leaned over me, chest to
chest, his hand still hot over my cock. “I need to fuck you Max. I want to use
your ass.”
    I made a strangled sound, and
inside me my wolf crouched and whined. We both wanted this. I started panting
as he undid the top button of my jeans, yanking them down, exposing my swollen
cock. He bent over then to kiss me as I’d so often kissed him, sucking my head
with his soft lips as his fingers stroked my shaft.
    “Vincent –“ I gasped.
    “Yes,” he said, not in
response, but in triumph.
    I squirmed out of the rest of
my jeans without thinking. It was now now now – I turned over, presenting
myself to be taken, ready to feel him inside of me.
    “No,” he chided,
pushing me down and rolling me back, exposing my belly, my cock swinging across
it like a pendulum. “Like this,” he said, moving to kneel in front of me.
    “Why?” Weres didn’t
fuck like that, was this a human thing?
    He smiled at me softly.
“So I can see your face when I’m fucking you,” he explained, his voice low, as
he slid himself in.
    He fucked me more
slowly than weres fucked. Weres were all dominance and violence and getting
themselves off. If Syd ever knew how many of his pack had broken rank to
roughly fuck me, he would have never let me leave alive.
    But Vincent was
thorough, and as his hard cock slid in and out of my ass, he reached for my
cock and stroked its shaft and I moaned. I brought a hand up to take my cock
from him and he stopped thrusting.
    “Stop,” he commanded,
and I set my hand down, staring up. “You’re mine. All mine,” he said, stroking
me as he took another thrust.
    It’d never been like
this before at all. Ever. No one had ever told me to just relax, to just let
myself be fucked. It was hard to go with the moment until he