Sinn to follow, to the center of the dance floor. He faced Sinn, wound the cord around his hand drawing Sinn close. He rested the hand on Sinn's shoulder. With his other hand, he gripped Sinn's ass, dragged him forward, gluing Sinn to his body.
"Now we dance," Will said against his ear.
Sinn smelled his sweat, the clean scent of soap, a whiff of bear mixed with peppermint. He felt the cord fastened around his neck, the weight of Will's hand on his shoulder. He found himself wanting to taste him, to go down on his knees right here and suck him deep. The thoughts made him feel dizzy and lightheaded. He wanted to taste Will's cum so bad it hurt. Sinn always played the sex game safe, but tonight–with this man–he wanted to absorb him like never before.
Will dug his fingers into Sinn's ass. Sinn felt Will's erection brush against this own and he let out a groan. So close.
"Are you going to come in your panties like you made that little groupie do?"
Like a cold shower, the words awoke him from his sensual reverie. The denigrating tone snapped Sinn's control back into place.
"Fuck you!"
Will chuckled. "Well, don't just stand there like a statue, put your hands on my shoulders. Show me you really do want to dance with me," Will said. Grudgingly Sinn did as he was ordered.
Then Will guided them round and round the dance floor. Sinn matched his steps to Will's, letting the younger man take the lead. Will was a very good dancer. The stiffness and tension slowly eased from Sinn and he gave himself over to the music. His fingers bit into the firm breadth of Will's shoulders. He forced himself not to lay his head against that tempting shoulder, close his eyes, and just hand himself over. Soon the grip Will maintained on the leather seemed absolutely right and Will's control felt seductively perfect.
"My bitch," Will murmured, as he kneaded Sinn's ass, driving Sinn crazy.
"Your...bitch," Sinn said rather grudgingly. "For tonight," he qualified. Yeah, just for tonight.
CHAPTER 2
Will was surprised. He hadn't expected Sinn to be such a good slow dancer. He didn't seem to have the temperament. But slowly the man had begun to relax in Will's arms. For Will it was like a dream. In his arms was the man he'd fantasized about, just as he'd always visualized him.
"You slow dance well. I wouldn't have expect it," Will said.
Sinn leaned back to look up at Will. "I'm a musician, what did you expect? My whole life is about rhythm and music."
Will quirked a brow. "Yeah, but not this type of music. Has it always been that way? Nothing else holds significance? No one else?" Will had to wonder had everyone in Sinn's life just been a stepping stone to his own wants and needs? Had nothing mattered?
Sinn tilted his chin, jutted his jaw. "Where I come from, if you don't keep your eye on the ball, you die and I'm not the dying kind." He looked away, then he leaned forward and rested his head against Will's shoulder, his hot, moist breath dampening Will's neck. For one second Will had felt the sharp prick of the wolf's fangs in that statement. Some part of him understood it. Another part of him hated the brutal necessity of it.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He twirled Sinn around the dance floor. "But are you this...easy...with all your dance partners?"
For one second he felt Sinn tense. Sinn leaned closer, nipped at Will's neck. He released it quickly, but Will felt the sting of his wolf's teeth zing through him, centering in the pit of his stomach. "I don't dance this close with fuck-mates. Not like this. Not until now."
Will's arms tightened. God, he couldn't wait to get this man home. To have him right where he wanted him, on his knees and begging.
"You mean this close?" Will asked. He gripped Sinn's ass, gluing him closer to his body.
"Oh, yeah," Sinn said. He sucked at Will's neck with an intensity that made Will think the man held the ravening intentions and skill of a vampire, sucking Will's blood to the surface of the skin yet not
"Now we dance," Will said against his ear.
Sinn smelled his sweat, the clean scent of soap, a whiff of bear mixed with peppermint. He felt the cord fastened around his neck, the weight of Will's hand on his shoulder. He found himself wanting to taste him, to go down on his knees right here and suck him deep. The thoughts made him feel dizzy and lightheaded. He wanted to taste Will's cum so bad it hurt. Sinn always played the sex game safe, but tonight–with this man–he wanted to absorb him like never before.
Will dug his fingers into Sinn's ass. Sinn felt Will's erection brush against this own and he let out a groan. So close.
"Are you going to come in your panties like you made that little groupie do?"
Like a cold shower, the words awoke him from his sensual reverie. The denigrating tone snapped Sinn's control back into place.
"Fuck you!"
Will chuckled. "Well, don't just stand there like a statue, put your hands on my shoulders. Show me you really do want to dance with me," Will said. Grudgingly Sinn did as he was ordered.
Then Will guided them round and round the dance floor. Sinn matched his steps to Will's, letting the younger man take the lead. Will was a very good dancer. The stiffness and tension slowly eased from Sinn and he gave himself over to the music. His fingers bit into the firm breadth of Will's shoulders. He forced himself not to lay his head against that tempting shoulder, close his eyes, and just hand himself over. Soon the grip Will maintained on the leather seemed absolutely right and Will's control felt seductively perfect.
"My bitch," Will murmured, as he kneaded Sinn's ass, driving Sinn crazy.
"Your...bitch," Sinn said rather grudgingly. "For tonight," he qualified. Yeah, just for tonight.
CHAPTER 2
Will was surprised. He hadn't expected Sinn to be such a good slow dancer. He didn't seem to have the temperament. But slowly the man had begun to relax in Will's arms. For Will it was like a dream. In his arms was the man he'd fantasized about, just as he'd always visualized him.
"You slow dance well. I wouldn't have expect it," Will said.
Sinn leaned back to look up at Will. "I'm a musician, what did you expect? My whole life is about rhythm and music."
Will quirked a brow. "Yeah, but not this type of music. Has it always been that way? Nothing else holds significance? No one else?" Will had to wonder had everyone in Sinn's life just been a stepping stone to his own wants and needs? Had nothing mattered?
Sinn tilted his chin, jutted his jaw. "Where I come from, if you don't keep your eye on the ball, you die and I'm not the dying kind." He looked away, then he leaned forward and rested his head against Will's shoulder, his hot, moist breath dampening Will's neck. For one second Will had felt the sharp prick of the wolf's fangs in that statement. Some part of him understood it. Another part of him hated the brutal necessity of it.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." He twirled Sinn around the dance floor. "But are you this...easy...with all your dance partners?"
For one second he felt Sinn tense. Sinn leaned closer, nipped at Will's neck. He released it quickly, but Will felt the sting of his wolf's teeth zing through him, centering in the pit of his stomach. "I don't dance this close with fuck-mates. Not like this. Not until now."
Will's arms tightened. God, he couldn't wait to get this man home. To have him right where he wanted him, on his knees and begging.
"You mean this close?" Will asked. He gripped Sinn's ass, gluing him closer to his body.
"Oh, yeah," Sinn said. He sucked at Will's neck with an intensity that made Will think the man held the ravening intentions and skill of a vampire, sucking Will's blood to the surface of the skin yet not
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