Savage Satisfaction by Lila Dubois

thought how sad it was that he
was there, removed from the wonder of the woods.
    So he’d coaxed him down, led him through the woods, then run
with him. They’d run side by side, and Christoffer hoped that William could
feel the forest as he did, despite the lord’s limited body.
    He was filled with joy. As a human he would have had to find
a more masculine way of saying it, but as a wolf it was joy. He was free to run
but safe in the company of his Alpha. He was valued, for he was his Alpha’s
protector.
    He slipped into the woods, changing quickly from wolf to
human.
    William was standing in a pool of shadow, his salt-and-pepper
hair slicked to his temples with sweat. His eyes were bright.
    Christoffer wanted him.
    So he kissed him.
    William was stiff in his arms, rigid with shock. His lips
were salty with sweat. Christoffer opened his mouth, licking the seam of
William’s.
    William’s hand fisted in Christoffer’s hair and jerked him
back.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Claiming my kiss,” Christoffer said.
    William flung him away. “I don’t fuck other men.”
    Christoffer’s heart shriveled. “You don’t know what you’re
missing.” He tried to laugh, but the sound came out bitter and he feared his
feelings showed on his face.
    “I’m sorry, but I don’t like men.” William’s voice was soft
with pity.
    Christoffer didn’t want his pity. “Liar. I can see your
goddamned hard-on from here. Homophobic asshole.”
    William looked down at the front of his trousers as if he
were surprised by what he saw. Maybe he was surprised. “I-I—” he stammered. He
looked up and Christoffer saw shock and confusion on his face.
     
    Christoffer grabbed him again, pulling him in for a kiss.
His hands went to William’s cheeks, but he’d forgotten William’s injury until
he yelled in pain and again fisted his hand in Christoffer’s hair, jerking him
back.
    But this time he didn’t let go.
    He drove Christoffer to his knees. “Do you want me?” William
growled.
    “Yes,” Christoffer said. William’s grip on his hair was
tight, commanding.
    “Show me.” With his free hand, William lowered the zipper of
his pants.
    Christoffer couldn’t believe this was happening. Maybe he
was dreaming. If that was the case, he wanted to make sure he experienced it
all before waking.
    Christoffer reached trembling hands into the open zipper.
Slipping his fingers into the fly of William’s boxers, he touched springy hair
and smooth, hard skin. He drew out William’s cock.
    William was uncut and wide. Just the way Christoffer liked
them.
    Usually Christoffer was the one standing while some pretty
boy serviced him. He was a top almost exclusively, but in this situation there
was no denying who was dominant.
    He stroked William’s cock, starting with the balls, still
concealed within his pants, then along the length to the tip, which had a
single dollop of pre-cum on it.
    Christoffer blew on the tip, his eyes on William’s face.
He’d half expected the other man to be looking away. Fake straights often
looked away, not wanting to confront what they were doing, but William was
staring down at him.
    Christoffer licked the tip of William’s cock.
    They both shuddered.
    Christoffer kissed and sucked the very tip, wanting him
wild, wanting him desperate to fuck his face. When Christoffer tried raking
William’s cock very gently with his teeth, the other man let out a shout and
forced his cock into Christoffer’s mouth.
    William’s cock pushed Christoffer’s tongue back and
pressured his jaws apart. He clamped his lips around the cock, his nose pressed
into the open fly of William’s pants, and sucked hard.
    William let out another cry and took Christoffer’s head in
both hands, guiding it up and down his cock. Christoffer bobbed his head with
William’s guidance until the rhythm was too fast. William was fucking his cock
in and out of Christoffer’s mouth as Christoffer gripped his ass.
    This felt right, it felt good.