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Blake didn’t bother to flick on the light in his cabin. He hung his jacket on the hook next to the door and stalked through his home for the past month. Moonlight streamed in through the large picture window across the entire back wall. The cabin sat atop a hill and looked over a vast expanse of forest. The trees made him feel secure.
Relying on his night vision, Blake padded over to the couch and stretched out. He groaned and shifted. He still had a full hard-on from his encounter with the wolf. He breathed deeply, still smelling the wolf’s scent on him.
Frustrated, Blake unzipped his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes and pictured Troy’s half-lidded eyes, full lips, and gasps as he rubbed against him. As he stroked, he imagined licking and biting the sensitive flesh of Troy’s neck and how the man would gasp and buck into him, grasping his shoulders like he was holding on for dear life.
Blake’s pumping grew faster as he imagined bending Troy over the sink. Troy would lift his ass and part his legs for him. Blake wanted to take a bite out of that ass, leave red and purple marks all down the man’s pale skin so everyone knew Blake had been there.
He moved his hand faster with long strokes as he thought about gripping those hips and pushing the head of his cock into Troy’s puckered hole. He could hear the moan Troy would make and see his fingers curling to hold the edge of the sink, bracing himself for the force of Blake’s cock. He would move slowly at first, stretching Troy so he could take his whole dick. Blake would be forgiving at first, let the man accommodate himself to the hot, throbbing member in his ass.
Blake groaned and moved his hips into his hands imagining Troy’s tight, hot walls around him. He could almost hear the man moan and keen beneath him. The slap of his palm became the slap of his balls against Troy’s ass as he pounded deeper and deeper into the wolf.
Blake moved his hand up to fondle the sensitive head of his cock. With his eyes closed he could almost see Troy on his knees before him, dangerously pink tongue flicking over the slit of his head before Troy’s mouth enclosed him. The licks and sucks would be warm and messy. Slurping while Blake fucked his mouth.
That image was too much for him. With a grunt, Blake spilled into his hand. Breathing hard, Blake lay back. He would call his foreman tomorrow. The construction might be over, but this alpha was going to stay in town for a few more days.
He had business to take care of.