Salvatore’s POV
Lycus arrived at my room two hours later. Once the door of the room closed, he pinned me to the bed.
“Can—can we f-f*ck?” Sharp, sweet need ran through our bond and both of us gasped at the sensation. It was Lycus’s emotions and the demand from his wolf.
“Yes.” I pressed our lips together, sliding a hand through his hair to cup his head. The feeling was so good as Lycus opened his mouth allowing us to kiss. We groaned and the pleasure of our hands roaming dictated the energy between us.
“Let me,” Lycus murmured, kissing down the side of my neck. “Let me take care of you.” He pulled our clothes off, baring us to the cool air in the room. Rubbing my c*ck that was flushed and leaked of c*m, he lowered his head and licked it.
“Lycus.”
He lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips as we fell on the bed. He pushed the head in slowly as his eyes turned golden and he growled into my mouth.
“My love.” I couldn’t help gasping into the growl.