Lethal Desire [Devil Hills Wolves 5] Read online

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  Theo nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He was incredibly turned on by the sight of his lethal wolf between his legs, eyeing his cock like it was a piece of candy. Without warning, Joe curled his hand around his shaft and took a long lick at the crown of his dick. Moaning, he thrust his hips, but Joe kept his legs in place.

  Helpless, and liking the feeling, he moaned as Joe sucked and nipped at his cock like it was a delicacy. Joe applied some pressure to his balls, squeezing at them while he continued blowing Theo.

  When Joe opened his mouth and took his prick in, Theo whimpered. Joe used his tongue and lips expertly, with just a bit of teeth to put him closer to the edge. Just when Theo was on the verge of coming, Joe pulled his mouth away, wolfish grin on his handsome face.

  Theo let out a frustrated growl of protest, but he knew his mate wouldn’t keep him waiting that long.

  “Bedroom,” Joe said, rising to his feet.

  They made it as far as the living room rug.

  “Tell me, baby. How do you like me to fuck you?”

  Joe’s words sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. Theo dropped to all fours, thrusting his ass at his mate. Joe grabbed a bunch of pillows from the couch and placed them under his chest, angling his buttocks right to his dick. Theo rested his cheek on the soft fabric, growing more aroused as Joe nudged his legs further apart, exposing his balls and tormented shaft.

  At this rate, he’d come sooner or later, but Theo held back. Joe’s footsteps told him his mate grabbed the lube. Joe returned soon enough, lubricating his ass.

  “Please, baby. I need you in me now,” he uttered, jumping when Joe swatted his ass,

  He blushed, turned on.

  “Demanding little mate,” Joe said, his tone fond.

  Finally, Joe gripped his ass cheeks and pushed all the way in. He gasped, clawing at the rug as Joe buried himself hilt deep. It felt like Joe stretched him completely. He panted as Joe began thrusting in and out of him, each push deeper than the last.

  Theo could sense his inner magpie, rising to meet Joe’s dominant wolf. He gasped, clawing at the rub as Joe hit his sweet spot. His mate repeatedly hammered at his prostate, shoving him closer and closer to the edge.

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so good around my dick.”

  Joe reached for his prick, giving the tip a pinch. He moaned as Joe began working his shaft, timing it with each entry.

  “I won’t last long,” he uttered.

  “Go for it, baby. Come all over my fingers. Now.”

  Joe pistoned inside him, pushing him over the edge of oblivion. His mind shattered as the room fell away from his line of sight. Theo came, long and hard, aware of Joe finishing inside him a few strokes later. They ended up on the ground, with him on Joe’s lap. Theo happily nuzzled his face into Joe’s warm, sweat-slicked chest.

  He whimpered as Joe began stroking his back.

  “So good,” he murmured, closing his eyes. He could hear the beat of Joe’s confident and steady heart. His heart now. “I love you so damn much.”

  “Me too,” Joe replied without hesitation. “Seeing everyone else finding their mates made me more aware that I was missing something incredibly important in my life. That’s you, baby.”

  “As for me, I never thought I’d have any other reason to live until the day you spared my life.” Theo still grieved for his brother and parents, but he knew someday, he’d get over that pain, especially with Joe by his side. He had plenty of reasons to live for now.

  “Voss won’t have long to live,” Joe said vehemently against his ear. “He and the Squad will get what’s coming to them soon.”

  “I hope so, too.”

  Did Theo want revenge against Voss for what that monster did to him? Yes, but his future with his mate took priority. Besides, Joe was right. Karma was a bitch, and sooner or later, Voss and the Disincline Squad would find out that messing with the Devil Hills wolf pack had its share of consequences.

  For now, Theo treasured snuggling closer to his mate, the fierce protective wolf who held his body, heart, and soul captive.

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