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master’s praise and touch. After a series of body-tingling kisses, Dallas had to gasp for breath when his master finally freed him.
    “How may I serve you?” Dallas asked, flicking a look at Laurence through his lashes—an effective trick that usually had his master ordering Dallas to suck him off.
    Laurence shook his head at Dallas’ obvious ploy. “Bedroom, now!” he ordered.
    “Yes, s…Master.” Dallas bit back the ‘sir’ he’d almost said. Laurence hated it when Dallas called him sir. He said it lessened their relationship for Dallas to use the same honorific he’d used with other men.
    Without bothering to see if Laurence followed, Dallas headed for the bedroom. The cool tile changed to soft carpet. Not long after they’d met, Laurence had added the thick plush flooring and Dallas’ knees were grateful for the change. Having knelt on many hard surfaces in his short life, he appreciated good flooring.
    Dallas climbed up on the bed and turned around to kneel at the foot, knees apart, left wrist clamped in his right hand behind his back, spine straight. Laurence hated sloppy positioning.
    Although it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two, he let out a quiet sigh of relief when he heard Laurence’s footstep on the tile outside the room. A moment later, the bedroom door he’d left open closed. Dallas focused forward, not daring to move.
    “Do you know what I like best about coming into the room and seeing you kneeling on my bed?” Laurence asked.
    “No, Master,” Dallas said.
    “The look in your eyes when you see me.”
    The Dom stepped into Dallas’ line of vision and whatever expression Dallas wore brought a smile to Laurence’s hard face. Dallas hungrily absorbed his lover’s expression.
    Dallas loved him.
    Despite the secrets between them and the short time they’d been together, Dallas’ wolf had known at first sight that the hard Dom would always be a part of Dallas’ heart. When their relationship finally ended, Dallas would never recover from the loss. His wolf half would mourn for the rest of his life because Dallas had no doubt Laurence was his mate.
     
    Laurence watched the change of expressions on his sub’s face. Cupping Dallas’ cheek, he placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Are you all right, pet?”
    Dallas nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry I went away for a bit.”
    Usually Dallas had amazing focus. Laurence hoped this wasn’t a sign of his boy’s waning interest. He needed the sub far more than Dallas could possibly know. Sorcerers needed grounding. Since he’d met Dallas, Laurence’s magic had smoothed out and he rarely needed to take the medicine to mute his powers in order to maintain control. If he lost Dallas, he knew he’d completely lose the ability to keep his magic under wraps. The strong forces within his fragile, human form barely stayed contained at times. It continually surprised him that his sweet, kind sub could ground Laurence with only one meeting a week.
    Something about the beautiful man before him tamed his wilder nature. Without Dallas, Laurence worried over what he might become. No matter what the cost, he needed to keep his sub.
    With a final kiss he stepped away from Dallas and began to strip. “Watch me,” he ordered. He couldn’t stop the smile when Dallas’ cock rose at his command. The younger man’s attraction to him couldn’t be faked. He could almost feel Dallas’ gaze burning against his skin. Ignoring his sub for the moment took far more willpower than it should have.
    With slow methodical movements, Laurence slipped the buttons out of their holes, displaying patches of skin like a sexy peepshow. With Dallas’ intense focus on him, Laurence felt like the hottest stripper on the planet. With economical movements he removed the rest of his clothing, careful not to rush despite the urge to throw his sub down and fuck him into next week.
    Dallas might be a sweet sub, but the man could take pain better than anyone Laurence had