Book One in the Lycan Chronicles
Evander Rue had his entire life planned out even before he was born. He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and parents who never had time for him. A family who barely called or cared for him left him to be rais...
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Evan laid naked on the enormous bed, soft towels placed underneath him with the anticipation of a mess being made, which had been a wise decision on Midnight's part because male werewolves produced a lot of thick semen. The blonde tried his hardest to keep his eyes from turning yellow, but when he felt a gentle lick on his inner thigh, he lost the battle instantaneously, forcing him to close his eyes despite wanting to watch his mate leave love bites and small hickeys all along the length of his thighs.
Midnight's head was between the tanned thighs of his lover, expertly making his way around the skin, wordlessly lamenting to himself about how the marks he was placing on Evan's skin would only remain there for a few minutes before fading. Evan's thick and large cock was hard against the werewolf's abdomen, twitching with need and demanding attention that made the goth smirk smugly before taking his lover's balls into his mouth, relishing the texture of the warm skin and the lewd noises Evan made as he arched his back off the bed, jumbledly trying to warn Midnight but the ex-hunter kept sucking watching with dark fascination as the werewolf orgasmed, thick milky semen squirting from the tip of his cock, dirtying his chest in the process.
A sadistic part of Midnight wanted to keep sucking on the werewolf's skin, see how many times he could make him climax before Evan was screaming and begging pathetically, but this was their first time together, there would be time for torturing and teasing later.
Releasing Evan's semi-hard balls, Midnight slowly crawled up to his lover's face, enjoying the way the blonde panted, blazing yellow eyes glazed over with love and lust as he regarded his mate with a miniature grin. The goth produced a tsk sound of disapproval though he felt the opposite, running the tip of his nose along Evan's jaw. "Messy boy. If you're going to come every time I put my mouth on you then, you're going to be in for a very long night, my pet."
Evan let out an animalistic whine at the prospect of his mate being disappointed in him and turned his head, showing his neck in absolute submission as an indication of a nonverbal apology. Midnight nuzzled the vulnerable column of flesh in silent acceptance, never genuinely disappointed, only teasing Evan, causing the tensed body beneath to relax as his mate peppered tender kisses to his neck and collarbone. Evan's chest rumbled, and for a second, Midnight thought he was growling until he listened further, coming to the realization that his werewolf was purring like a kitten, rubbing his once again erect cock against the ex-hunter's defined and scarred abdomen.
