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  He had wet dreams, masturbated secretly to a voice telling his what to do, and feeling sinful and guilty after. Remy considered those fantasies a dirty little secret. Acting them out in real life though…took another kind of courage. A leap. Was Remy ready? Would Ethan catch him if he fell?

  “I’m waiting, Remy,” Ethan growled.

  Ehtan’s voice sent a shiver of excitement up his spine. Remy quickly undid his buttons, took off his shirt and practically yanked off his jeans. His hands automatically covered his aching shaft, so close to bursting.

  “Don’t cover yourself. Be proud. You’re a fucking hot and sexy guy, Remy.” Ethan came

  close and grabbed his hands. Ethan pressed his lips to Remy’s fingers.

  “Now I want to see the rest of you bared.”

  “Your turn to strip. It’s only fair,” Remy pointed out.

  Once again, he admired this new and improved Remy who took command and decided he

  kind of liked it.

  “Very well.” Ethan undressed.

  Remy’s mouth watered at the sight of his golden flesh exposed—his well-defined

  pectorals, broad shoulders, the fine line of hair disappearing down his abs and trousers. Remy’s gaze lingered on Ethan’s erection. Good Lord, he didn’t think he ever had such a large cock up his ass. Ethan let out a quiet laugh. Remy’s neck turned slightly pink, realizing Ethan caught him seizing up his member.

  “See what you do to me, Remy? Rock-hard in a matter of minutes, and I can’t say anyone have that effect on me.”

  The mention of other lovers reminded Remy painfully of Ethan’s reputation as a playboy.

  Remy’s skin prickled. How could he be jealous and possessive of all those men and women? He certainly didn’t have a right to it. Remy wasn’t Ethan’s boyfriend or lover. Hell, he wasn’t his anything, only his daughter’s tutor.

  “I can practically see the wheels turning in your handsome little head, Remy. That won’t do at all.” Ethan took Remy’s lips again, eradicating any doubt.

  Remy moaned into his mouth. Ethan’s hand slipped up his belly, abs, and ribs. The rough calluses under his large warm hand contrasted sharply with his smooth and tanned skin.

  “I’m going to take my fucking time exploring every delicious inch of you, boy,” Ethan

  said, gaze darkening, the pupils becoming amber again.

  Remy could only nod. He began to fidget, unused to the attention. In his experience, his old lovers never took much interest in his body. Remy wasn’t ripped, although he did a little bit of running. Most men were only interested in cock and ass, nothing more. Ethan though…

  Ethan brought him close, his mouth warm and hot against his neck. He sucked at the flesh there, slightly pointed canines grazing Remy’s skin. Remy shuddered when he went lower, nipping and sucking, taking one nipple between his lips. He groaned when Ethan sealed the bud with heat before biting down on it.

  Up until that moment, Remy hadn’t known a man had been capable of stringing his body

  like a puppet. It had never reacted this way with Ted, but Ethan wasn’t just any normal man. He could have any one in New York. Models, socialites, actresses, centuries old vampires and other paranormal denizens that possessed supernatural beauty yet Ethan picked him—average and shy Remy. His daughter’s tutor.

  Before Remy could pursue that line of thought again, Ethan placed a finger to his lips.

  “No thinking, Remy. Let our bodies do the talking.”

  Hesitantly, Remy nodded. Not thinking was good.

  “Sit on the couch. I want to taste you.”

  “You already did,” Remy reminded him, but sat on the couch either way.

  He suddenly felt conscious, realizing both of them were both naked in the living room.

  Remy nervously glanced at the windows and open balcony, but Ethan dragged his attention back to him by kneeling between his legs. He shuddered when Ethan parted his legs, and traced his way up he calves, knees, and inner thighs.

  Remy grew bright red when it finally sunk in. Ethan wanted to taste his delicate bits. The realization must have shown on his face—Remy had never been good at hiding his emotions, because Ethan grinned.

  “Smart boy. Haven’t you had a man suck your cock?”

  “I—no. Never,” Remy had confessed. “I well…have always been on the giving end.”

  Ethan’s eyes narrowed at that.

  This evening was apparently a first of many firsts. Ted had taken Remy’s virginity during prom night. After Remy gave Ted his first clumsy blowjob, Ted slipped on a condom and

  probably took half the night working his way into his ass, grunting all the way. It hadn’t been the worse experience.

  Ted hadn’t been rough, but he hadn’t been all that great either. After that, Remy had no further interest in sex. Heck, he’d even wondered if he were really gay, but experimenting with girls didn’t do it for him either. Remy found nothing special about it contrary to the gay erotic romance novels he liked to read until Ethan taught him otherwise.

  “Let me assure you that you’ll thoroughly enjoy this.” Ethan traced his veined length, already standing at half-mast, from balls to tip.

  Remy’s fingers twitched, tempted to cover himself again, but Ethan seem capable of

  noticing the little details most men wouldn’t bother with. “Remember what I said, Remy? No hiding yourself from me.”

  Swallowing, Remy nodded. The new and confident Remy obeyed, keeping his hands still.

  Even though his entire face must be red, excitement stabbed through him.

  “You have a fucking delicious cock, Remy. Perfect. I can’t wait to taste you.” Ethan

  settled himself between his legs.

  He tightened his hands around his legs, keeping them apart. Remy looked down at the

  gorgeous man kneeling in front of him. He was about to say something, but his mind completely blanked out when Ethan’s tongue darted out, flicking over the glistening pre-cum at his tip.

  Remy’s entire body buckled at the sensation. Ethan swept his tongue over his head,

  before sliding it agonizingly slow over his length. Remy tangled his fingers into Ethan’s hair, wanting to hold onto something.

  Ethan paused, looked up at his, gaze filled with dark desire. “Next time, I know how to keep your hands still. They’ll look excellent bound, Remy. What do you think of that?”

  “I don’t know,” Remy admitted.

  He wanted to talk now, of all times? And being bound, was Ethan into all that?

  “But the thought excites you.”

  Remy squirmed under his gaze. Would Ethan know those words sent another flood of

  arousal through his body? Oh God. Yes, Ethan would probably smell his excitement. He was a werewolf afterall, and could probably sniff out his lies.

  “Yes,” Remy admitted.

  “I love how you’re refreshingly honest.” Ethan thankfully, dispensed with words. Ethan continued nibbling and sucking, before taking his thick length between his lips.

  Remy let out a loud moan, tugging at his hair. Ethan began to take him inch by inch,

  applying delicious suction. Ethan stopped mid-way. “I want to hear your cries when you come, Remy.”

  Ethan resumed his task, drawing out of him after Remy’s tip hit the back of his throat.

  Relentless, Ethan came back for air only to dive back in. It only took several times before Remy exploded. He gasped, head spinning. Waves of pleasure assaulted his body as he came under Ethan’s mouth.

  Ethan watching him orgasm—Remy had never seen a more erotic sight. His vision

  blurred, and by the time he came back to reality, Ethan came back with a washcloth to clean him up.

  “You taste fucking fantastic as I imagined.”

  “Thank you.” Thank you? What kind of idiot said that? Remy tried again. He looked at the stiffening cock trapped in Ethan’s trousers and knew what to do next. “Maybe I can return the favor.”

  Coul
d he do this correctly? Ted always complained about Remy being unskilled. What if

  Remy ended up disappointing Ethan, failing so badly Ethan decided he didn’t want to see him again?

  Ethan raised an eyebrow. “I appreciate the offer, but you don’t need to force yourself.”

  “I’m not forcing myself. I want to,” Remy asserted, slightly stung by his remark.

  “Then I’ll take you up on your offer,” Ethan conceded.

  “Okay, good, “ Remy said, glad his voice sounded calm.

  Jesus. Remy’s nerves were fried. He couldn’t help but stare at Ethan’s impressive length for a few seconds. It pointed skywards and stood thick, long, and erect. Bigger than Ted’s, that was certain. Despite Remy’s nervousness, part of his mind already started wondering how that beautiful cock would feel like slowly easing its way inside his waiting ass. Just imagining the scene made his own shaft stir again.

  “Let me get the lube and condoms just in case.” Ethan disappeared into a room he

  assumed was his bedroom. The seconds felt like hours. When he returned, Remy’s nervousness hadn’t dissipated.

  “Suddenly changed your mind?” Ethan asked, amused.

  Remy shook his head quickly. Refusing to be daunted, he knelt in front of him.

  “Never, I’m going to give you the best blow job you’ve ever gotten.”

  Chapter Four

  Ethan studied the trembling young man in front of him with unconcealed amusement.

  What a brave little rabbit. Though it was clear to him Remy didn’t have much experience when it came to giving head, Remy’s courage was nothing short of admirable.

  “I’ll take you up on that bet.” Ethan watched Remy’s breathing change, his chest rising and falling. Hell. Ethan could hardly wait to mount Remy’s tight little ass, and his wolf agreed.

  Hesitantly, Remy looked up at him. “I confess I haven’t done this a lot. So tell me if I’m doing something wrong.”

  Remy’s honesty was the thing Ethan loved about the tutor the most. Since the beginning, Ethan had always been drawn to the strange innocence Remy somehow preserved. Not a virgin, but Remy’s inexperience and gutsy determination impressed him.

  He gave Remy a reassuring smile before threading his fingers into his hair. “That’s fine.

  I’ll guide you. Wrap your fingers around my base and lick me slowly, like eating an ice cream cone. Let’s start with that before you slide me into your mouth.”

  Ethan watched his every little movement. Enjoyed the way resolution settled in Remy’s

  alluring huge eyes. Remy obeyed, positioning his fingers over Ethan’s base and putting his tongue to work. Remy moved hesitantly at first, licking the pre-cum on his cock head. Ethan hummed his approval and he gained more confidence. They were slightly clumsy strokes, but damnably sweet from a guy like Remy. Ethan’s balls drew in tight against him, against Remy’s hand when he cupped them upon Ethan’s instructions.

  He groaned when Remy applied slight pressure on his balls, before swirling his pink

  tongue around his tip again. Remy could be an apt pupil, passionately willing and utterly sweet.

  Using Remy’s hair as a handle, Ethan nudged his tip against his lips. “Take me in your mouth, Remy. I don’t think I can last long. Slowly, take your time getting used to the size of me.”

  Remy wrapped his lips around him. He moved his mouth tentatively at first, getting used to Ethan’s thickness, before sealing his throbbing steel-hard cock with heat. At Remy’s first try, he only managed to take half of Ethan, but it had been enough. Remy’s head bobbed up and down, his motions gaining refinement. Ethan tightened his hold on his hair as jolts of pleasure went straight to his core. Growling, he pulled out of his mouth, and the pressure building inside him spilled over.

  “Good boy,” he rasped.

  Delight flashed through Remy’s features. Ethan spied Remy’s cock, already beginning to thicken with need.

  Knowing he would soon slide into Remy’s tight ass, Ethan shuddered, closing his eyes as he drew out of Remy and exploded. After, Ethan cleaned himself up with a new washcloth in the bathroom. When he returned, Remy remained on his knees, looking like exquisite and sinful temptation.

  Ethan was far from done. He hungered, and realized he wanted something much more

  than a single one-night-stand with no strings attached. Ethan knew from the moment he first met Remy that Remy was special. Maybe someone who could accept all of his flaws, and take the only dark brand of love he could offer. Mate, his wolf repeated, possessive and full of certainty.

  Down boy, we still have to find out.

  All Ethan could manage to growl out were two words. “Bedroom. Now.”

  * * * *

  The absolute command in Ethan’s voice made Remy’s body shudder, both in anticipation

  and relief. He could still taste Ethan’s arousal on his tongue. Remy licked his bottom lip, still amazed how he managed to make a gorgeous specimen like Ethan come. Decided he immensely liked this new him—the new Remy who was bold, daring, and who no longer gave a shit about the consequences. He’d worried about the future later. All that mattered was the present.

  Ethan helped his up, every muscle in his forearm and bicep flexing. He slammed his lips against his again, eradicating any logical thought. Ethan pinched one of his nipples with his fingers. Ethan’s other hand crept lower, his fingers circling Remy’s cock again, making Remy gasp. Ethan pumped him, using his pre-cum as lubricant, before cruelly slowing down his momentum to show Remy his slick fingers.

  “Lick them, Remy. Taste how you’re so ready for me.”

  Remy leaned over, and tasted himself on Ethan’s fingers, while the werewolf watched

  him with those hooded and intense eyes.

  Jesus. Remy had never been this aroused before, or ever considered his body a vehicle of pleasure to another human being. No other man had ever looked at Remy the way Ethan did, like he wanted to devour his whole. Never before had he felt so desirable and wanted. Of all the people in New York, Ethan Drake picked him. Certainly saw Remy as someone good enough to eat, so Remy would make the best out of it.

  They pawed at each other, hands sliding across flesh, their bared sweat-slicked bodies kissing. Remy was hardly aware of Ethan slowly leading them to the bedroom, until he noticed the interior changing. The master bedroom had been one part of the apartment he’d never been before. A generously sized bed, heavy curtains drawn close, dark but warm walls that matched contemporary furniture—the neat and organized room matched its owner completely.

  Ethan lowered his to the bed and Remy could almost hear the black comforter sigh. He

  set Remy just at the edge, so his legs dangled at the end. Ethan opened the nearby drawer, tore open a condom, and slipped it on, before re-joining him.

  Ethan used his legs to keep Remy’s apart so he couldn’t close them.

  “What are you doing?” Remy asked huskily.

  He suddenly felt conscious of his own needy cock looking back at Ethan, but also

  incredibly turned on.

  “How does this feel, Remy? With me trapping your legs, leaving you bared to my gaze?”

  Ethan asked. “Answer me truthfully, because if you lie, I’ll know and I despise liars the most.”

  The seriousness in his tone gave Remy pause and made him slightly uneasy. He

  wondered why Ethan wanted to talk about this now. Did Ethan make that statement, because someone important had deceived him before? He understood that a little. Remy broke up with Ted after he caught him with another guy. Ted kept on feeding his lies and until now, he couldn’t forgive him.

  “It’s uncomfortable, but exciting,” Remy answered.

  His response must have pleased Ethan, because he smiled fondly at his. Ethan ran his

  hand up his thigh, touching close to his groin, but not quite. Remy moaned, thrusting himself at Ethan, shocked when Ethan slapped his thigh. Not shocked because of the playful smack, but of how he onl
y became more aroused by the slight pain. Seeing Ethan’s cock standing at half-mast, he knew the alpha werewolf enjoyed the sight.

  “I have to confess something Remy, at the risk of spoiling the evening.”

  “You won’t spoil anything,” Remy promised, but Ethan shook his head. He began

  palming his inner thigh again, driving Remy mad with want.

  “My tastes border on the slightly kinky side. Rather, I sometimes like taking control like most alphas. Does that scare you?”

  Remy’s heart thumped at that. Bondage and BDSM was all the rage these days. If Remy

  were honest, he sometimes had fantasies of letting a man tie him up and have his way. But again, reality had been another matter. Besides, just the thought of it made him flush. He didn’t consider himself prude. True, Remy lacked experience, but he didn’t believe in putting his trust in some random stranger.

  “But if those words scare you, then tell me you refuse to continue. We can stop, and you can use my shower to clean up if you like. I’ll have my driver send you home.”

  Although Ethan’s words needed closer examination, the last thing Remy wanted was to

  stop.

  He might look stern, uncommonly serious, but underneath his armor he also spied

  vulnerability. Was Ethan Drake steeling himself for his rejection? That Remy had any power at over him shocked him. If Ethan was a bastard, he wouldn’t have asked Remy’s opinion in the first place. It warmed Remy a little he decided to be upfront.

  “What’s the other option?” Remy asked.

  “Brave little, Remy. You could be a shifter.” Ethan began stroking his cock again, tracing tip to balls. His practiced movements only made Remy hot and bothered. Damn it all, it took everything of Remy to not embarrass himself and come all over Ethan’s hand even before Ethan started fucking him. “We can talk about the nature of my desires and yours another time. Tonight though, all I can think of is fucking you.”

  “Please,” Remy murmured.

  Ethan complied. He lifted Remy’s legs on his shoulders, and then drizzled a generous

  amount of lube over Remy’s crack and his fingers. Remy gasped when Ethan slid a finger inside his puckered hole. Ethan slid a second, added a third to stretch him. Suddenly, Remy ached for Ethan to fill him with something larger than his fingers. The thought still embarrassed him, but hadn’t Ethan loved his honesty?