Once again it's time for #MySexySaturday and we're supposed to be focusing on those lazy afternoon lovings this week. I'm taking a snippet from Wolfen Bonds, my first contracted book with Loose ID. In the seven paragraphs below, Matthias has decided to take an unscheduled pit stop in the middle of the afternoon to remind his mate, Andy, why he's his. Enjoy! And don't forget to check out the rest of the peeps.
“You are mine. I will not give you up because your uncle is an asshole.” Nuzzling the bare patch of skin above Andy’s collarbone, he raked his teeth over the mating mark, a deliberate reminder of his possession. Andy groaned and squirmed against him. A low chuckle built inside of Matthias. He loved how responsive Andy was. It seemed all he had to do was give his mate the slightest touch. Instantly he’d turn into a writhing mass of need. “Does this feel like I regret anything?” He pressed their entwined fingers between their bodies. He hissed at the firm pressure against his swollen cock. More than anything he wanted to strip his mate of his jeans, bend him over the side of his truck and slide inside of him fast and deep.
“No…” Andy pulled his hand free to fumble with Matthias’s zipper. “Please, Alpha. I need.”
Grabbing Andy’s wrist in a tight grip, he pulled the hand away from him. “Please, who?” His demand came out as a growl, but he didn’t care. He might be the newly appointed Alpha of the Taghte Pack, but there was no way he’d let his mate stand on formality.
Andy’s eyes widened and he stilled in his arms. The tension grew inside the cab until Andy gave a broken laugh. He lowered his eyes. “But you’re the Alpha now…I have to call you…”
After running his fingers through Andy’s hair, he used the length to pull his mate’s face back and expose his neck. “…whatever I want.” He stared down into Andy’s eyes. “And if I ever hear the word Alpha pass your lips again when we’re making love, you won’t be sitting right for a week. Am I understood?” He accented his question with a sharp tap to Andy’s hip, followed by a blatant squeeze to the erection straining the front of Andy’s shorts.
“Fuck! I can’t think when you do that, Matt.” His head fell forward even as his hips lifted against Matt’s hand.
“That’s better. You’re not supposed to be thinking.” Easing the zipper down, he gently freed Andy’s cock from the tight denim and soft cotton briefs he wore. Rubbing his thumb over the sensitive crest, he smeared the droplets of moisture there. The tantalizing scent had him wanting to take a bite out of his mate. There was something about Andy’s natural lube that drove his wolf wild—until all he wanted to do was wallow in it like the canine he’d been accused more than once of being.