Griffin

I always imagined I would be sadder on my first night spent moved out from my parents' house. I wasn't sad at all, though, and I knew I had Wulfric's company to thank for that. Even without the anticipation of getting him in my bed tonight, I think just having him by my side would have chased away any potential loneliness or doubt. It was a little weird to park in the lot behind the pack house instead of driving deeper into the forest to the house I had grown up in. The strangeness only added to the thrill of it.

Wulfric and I made our way up to my room like we were in a cheesy supernatural movie. He pulled me along at preternatural speed, stopping after only a few doors blurred by us so he could press me against the wall and plant hot kisses down my throat. I felt teeth skimming the sensitive skin there and felt an extra thrill at wondering whether those were his fangs.

I pushed him off me and across the hall, slamming his back against the wall and jumping to wrap my legs around his waist. He spun me around and dashed a bit further down the hallway, stopping again to swirl tongues with me. Even though we were full-out running between stops, it took us longer to reach my door than if we had just walked there.

I fumbled with my keys, almost dropping them in surprise when Wulfric said, "I didn't think there would be locks on the doors here. Don't you trust your packmates?" He was so close to me, I felt his hot breath down my neck.

I frowned at him over my shoulder as I finally found the right key. I'd need to get one of those colored key covers so I could distinguish it better from the others. "I do trust my packmates. But there's trust, and then there's stupidity."

"What do you mean?" Wulfric asked as we passed through the doorway.

I shot him a wry look. "You grew up with a bunch of siblings, didn't you? Are you seriously going to stand there and tell me you never needed a lock with them?"

That made Wulfric smile. "Fair point."

"Besides," I said. "This guarantees us some privacy."

That made Wulfric's gaze heat again. He reached for me, but I stepped back. I knew the value of putting on a good show, and I had never been shy in the bedroom. Or, as we were now, in the living room. My fingers skimmed the lower edge of my shirt, toying with it just a bit before hitching it up to expose an inch of skin. I was just starting to slide it further up when my phone vibrated in my pocket to signal an incoming call. I dropped the shirt and Wulfric actually looked disappointed until he realized I wasn't stopping to answer my phone; I was stopping to take off my pants so it wouldn't be a distraction anymore.

I threw my pants onto the couch. It was small and sagged a bit on the left side, but I wasn't going to complain about the furniture that had been left here by the prior occupant. It would save me the trouble of having to buy my own. My shirt joined the pants seconds later, leaving me standing in a pair of tight, lacy red boxer briefs. They were one of my more daring pairs, and I was rewarded with Wulfric's mouth falling open just a little.

Without any warning, he dashed to me. I laughed as I dodged his reaching hands, his fingers just barely skimming the skin of my hips. "Not so fast," I teased. "You're not really dressed for the occasion."

That made Wulfric smile, and I was glad he was willing to have some fun with this. All of my favorite parts of sex had to do with feeling connected to another person for a while. I'd learned over the years how to stretch those parts out, delaying for as long as possible the uncomfortable aftermath, when I felt dirtied and used and worthless for sharing something so intimate with someone I knew didn't matter to me. I was counting on that feeling not happening again, not with Wulfric.

He played my game beautifully, stripping himself without a hint of hesitation. He took it even farther than I had. In seconds, he stood before me wearing nothing at all. I think I managed to hide my surprise well enough, but that usually got a much different reaction from my bedpartners. I was used to some flushing, some shyness, or the occasional striptease.

I liked this better.

This time when Wulfric came at me, I was too busy taking him in and I didn't move fast enough. His arms enclosed me just as I started moving to try and evade him, and we fell back onto the couch.

Wulfric perched above me on all fours for a few seconds while both our chests heaved in anticipation. Then, very deliberately, he shifted to lean back on his haunches and swept his gaze over my body. His fingers ran down my chest and stomach with just enough pressure to make me shiver, stopping at the hem of my briefs. He played with the fabric before shooting me a look full of appreciation.

"It's a shame these are going to have to come off," he said.

"You like them?" I asked, tilting my hips to better display the package that the lacy fabric did nothing to conceal. Wulfric nodded in response, and I rolled over to present my ass to him, bracing myself on one hand so the other could reach back and pull at the fabric to reveal my favorite feature: a concealed opening that would allow easy access with the underwear still on.

"I don't have to take them off," I added. Just the idea of Wulfric taking me while I was confined in my underwear was making the front uncomfortably tight. I liked that small discomfort, though. I liked how I pressed against the firm lace, liked the way I could feel precum soaking into the fabric at the front. I knew from experience that a daring bedpartner could suck me a through the lace and I had always enjoyed the pleasure-pain of receiving that kind of attention without being able to be fully engulfed.

I think I actually shorted out Wulfric's brain, and I watched over my shoulder in utter amusement as he stared down at me with wide eyes. At least if I was getting needier, so was he. Those eyes flashed up and flared with heat when he saw me laughing.

In a motion too fast for my eyes to follow, Wulfric pulled me up against him so my back was pressed against his chest. He settled me there in front of him, stroking at my hard length through the fabric. I moved my hips to enhance the sensation and let my head fall back onto my mate's shoulder. Even this one simple touch was enough to make me shiver in need. Wulfric's other hand came up to play with one of my nipples and I gasped when he pinched it, the small hurt making my whole body seize and jerk.

"Do that again," I said breathlessly. Instead, Wulfric's finger circled my nipple before moving down to splay across my lower abdomen, holding me in place while he stroked me faster. I whimpered – actually goddamn whimpered – and Wulfric chuckled lowly in my ear.

"I think you owe me something," he said softly, his voice smooth and that sensation of teeth scraping over my neck returning.

"Oh, God, yes," I pleaded. What did it say about me that I so badly wanted him to drink from me?

The teeth pressed harder against me before retreating. Wulfric's hand left my stomach to gently tip my face toward his. The other slowed down to an excruciating pace on my aching cock, but there was a serious look to Wulfric's eyes that kept me from complaining about it.

"Do you think it will count as marking you?" Wulfric asked. His voice was so quiet, I couldn't figure out how he was feeling just from tone.

I frowned, considering this. Traditionally, marking happened between wolves during sex. Specifically, as they climaxed. I wasn't even sure if Wulfric was able to mark me, or whether me marking him would create a tangible connection between us. "I don't know," I admitted.

Before I could feel too disappointed at the prospect of Wulfric backing out, he smiled affectionately at me. "Want to find out?"

The question should have been teasing, but it wasn't. It was gentle, and it was sweet. My heart raced and I couldn't nod fast or hard enough. "Please." Oh, please.

Wulfric kissed my nose and shifted so we were reclined a little. His hands returned to pleasuring my body while his mouth nipped and sucked at my neck. His teeth scraped at me, and I realized they really were teeth and not fangs when two distinctly sharper points joined them. They didn't break my skin right away. No, Wulfric kept me panting with need, heart racing and eyes squeezed shut because I was already overwhelmed with feeling and didn't need sight overloading my brain any further.

I counted the seconds. One... two... three...

I hadn't made it to four when Wulfric finally pierced my neck. It came with a sharp pain that quickly faded to bliss that crested and broke throughout my whole body. Every molecule of my being was entirely focused on the pleasure of this new kind of intimacy. I heard small gulping noises and shivered with the knowledge that I was giving my mate sustenance.

It didn't last long at all. All too soon, I felt a wave of dizziness overcome me just as Wulfric withdrew his fangs and licked at my neck – clearing away any extra blood, I imagined. My werewolf healing would have sealed the little wounds before he even pulled away and looked down at me with an odd look. It was full of... tenderness... and... concern?

I blinked foggily and tried shaking my head to clear it. Wulfric gently extracted himself from behind me despite my wordless protest and laid me back on the couch. He came back quickly with a glass of water that he helped me sit up to drink.

"We should have saved that for the end," Wulfric said, perching on the couch next to me. His hands brushed a stray curl from my brow and he actually looked a little guilty, I thought. He confirmed it when he apologized. "I'm sorry. I took more than I should have. You are..."

"I am?" I prodded, sitting up on my elbows despite Wulfric's hands trying to push me back into laying down. I was already feeling a lot better, so I was able to resist. Gotta love werewolf healing.

"You're delicious," Wulfric said. His voice came out husky and wanting, and I sat up further to kiss him. I could taste my blood in his mouth. Maybe that should have bothered me, but I was a predator, too. My species wasn't squeamish, and all it did was remind me of the mind-blowing experience we had just shared.

"That's a good thing," I murmured against his lips when our kiss broke. "Since I'll be very put out if you drink from anyone else in the future."

Was that too demanding or possessive? Maybe. Probably. But it didn't change how I felt.

"Oh?" Wulfric answered, smirking at me with twinkling eyes.

"Yeah."

We shared another kiss, shorter this time, before Wulfric said, "Good."

At this point, my arousal was getting to be actually painful. I couldn't tell if the lingering dizziness I felt and the slight tingle in my fingers was from feeding Wulfric or from so much of my blood being directed south. He hadn't even started teasing my hole yet, and already it felt achingly empty.

Well, I knew how to speed things along. I pulled Wulfric further onto the couch and the instant he was settled, I was on him. I started with nipping teasingly at his neck while I perched over his crotch, griding down on him. Then I worked my way down his torso, sliding so that his hard length pressed against my belly, then my chest, then my neck. Soon, my lips were right where I wanted them: wrapped around him. Let him see what I could do with my mouth.

I teased the head of his cock, sucking and licking as I rolled his balls in one hand. Wulfric responded with little jerks of hips I knew he tried to keep still and raspy, quickened breathing. He reached with both hands to weave fingers through my hair, and they pulled when I suddenly took him all the way into my mouth. One side-effect of my promiscuity was that I knew all the tricks for deep-throating a man.

Wulfric didn't even take time to enjoy it – and I was certain he enjoyed it. I had barely wrapped my lips around his base when he withdrew himself and lifted me up so I was hanging over his shoulder. His hand smacked at my butt when I complained, and I was laughing when he dropped me onto my bed.

My new suite was compact, so he would have been able to see my bedroom from the couch. "We needed more room," he said, confirming my suspicion before I could voice it.

My knees were bent upward, and I spread them wide so Wulfric could get a good view of what was waiting for him. Then, I rolled over languidly and arched my back hard so that he would get a good view of my ass, too. I was under no illusions; I knew it looked good. I was toned and conditioned from years of training under my father, the head of my pack's security, and I had always maintained good grooming and cleanliness, especially on days like today that I expected to end up sharing a bed.

"You know, this is not how I meant things to go," Wulfric said. There was too much warmth and just enough teasing in his tone to keep me from getting self-conscious or upset. I knew he was going somewhere good with this.

"Mmm?" I hummed around the fingers I'd slipped into my own mouth. If he didn't move things along soon, I had no problem doing it myself.

Large, cool hands cupped my ass cheeks, kneeding and pulling them apart, probably to get a good look at the handy little opening in the back of my briefs. "I was going to take my time. I wanted to get to know you better before coaxing you into bed with me," he said in a low voice that sent shivers up my spine.

"And now?" I asked.

He ducked down to swipe a tongue over my hole, and I had to tense all of my muscles to keep from jerking away in surprise. "I can think of no better way to get to know you," he said, laughing a little before going back in.

I laughed, too, completely unbothered by this somehow. Where was that awful voice of insecurity, the one that would usually whisper nasty things in my mind during times like these? Instead of being weighed down like that, Wulfric had me flying.

I never wanted this night to end.