Chapter 92. Am I What You Want?

My thoughts scattered under the rush of carnal electricity flooding my senses. Nothing existed beyond the raw, elemental heat now roaring through my veins. Then, amid the haze of sensation, a startling realization dawned on me: my Wolf was not only the victim of those lethal fangs but was also gripped by Grant’s large, strong hand around his cock—seriously engorged and pulsing with want—as the vampire pumped him fast and hard.

My Wolf bucked wildly in response, but this time he was not trying to escape; on the contrary, he thrust his hips toward Grant’s hand, desperately seeking more friction, more stimulation. Time stretched into a single, endless moment. All that mattered was the merciless rhythm of Grant’s hand as it squeezed and released, drove my Wolf ever closer to the edge.

Just as my Wolf teetered on the brink of release, Grant abruptly halted his vigorous stroking. With a swift motion,