Wolfsong (Green Creek 1)

I reached over to the table beside the bed and opened the drawer. There was an old bottle of lube in there, half-empty from all the times I’d used my fingers on myself while he was gone. I could do the same for him.

“Yeah,” he breathed when he saw what was in my hand. “Yeah, that’s real good. You should do that. You can fuck me, Ox. I promise I’ll make it so good for you.”

I shook my head. “We’re not doing that.”

He looked hurt, even as his eyes dilated. “But—”

“Not yet,” I said. “You know why.”

“Mate,” the wolf said.

“Do you trust me?”

He didn’t hesitate. Not like I thought he would. Even after all this time, after everything we’d been through, he said, “Yes.”

“I’m gonna make you feel good,” I promised him. “And one day soon, I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk anymore. Then you can do the same to me.”

His dick twitched on his stomach. He reached down to stroke it, eyes on me. “You promise?” he insisted.

I said, “Yeah, Joe. I promise.”

I opened the lube and poured some on my fingers, getting them slick. I dropped the bottle and reached between his legs. He saw what I was doing and spread them farther. My fingers touched his asshole, still wet from my tongue. He lifted his hips slightly off the bed as I pressed a finger against him.

“You ever done this to yourself?” I asked him in a low voice.

He snapped his head up and down. “Yeah.”

“You fucked your fingers?”

“Yeah,” he whined at me, trying to push his ass toward me.

“Feel good?”

“Never could get enough,” he said, breathing heavily. “Never could get the right—”

I pressed a finger in to the first knuckle. His hand stilled on his dick.

“You just breathe,” I told him. “Just breathe and it’ll feel all right.”

He nodded at me as I pushed in slowly, just the one finger for now.

The muscles in his stomach contracted as I pulled the finger almost all the way out.

He was tight around me, and like a furnace.

I pushed in again. His eyes rolled in his head.

“Touch yourself,” I told him. “I want to watch.”

He shook his head frantically. “No. I don’t want to get off. Not like this, Ox. I need you to—”

“I know what you need,” I said, and he moaned at that, trying to take more of my finger, pushing back and pulling away. “I’ll give it to you. Just not today.”

His eyes were glassy when he looked at me. His tongue darted out as he licked his lips. “But, I just. Ox.”

“We’ll get there,” I told him, pushing my finger all the way into his asshole again just to watch his chest hitch. “After all of this is done. I don’t want anything hanging over our heads. When you claim me. When I claim you.”

He grunted as I added a second finger. His balls were drawn up tight. He said, “You promise. You promise me, Ox. You promise me.”