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lick at Spencer’s mouth, unwilling to have even a moment go by without that contact. Charles nibbled down the long line of Spencer’s neck—relishing the tender flesh there. The wolf in him finally sat up and took notice. The tender juncture between neck and shoulder called to him. He longed to bite into that soft flesh, to suck and mark the spot, to claim Spencer as his.
    Mates were a funny business, something even after all these years Charles didn’t fully understand. Near as he could tell, a viable mate was similar to true love for humans. Some people had two—or very rarely three—in their lives. Most people had one mate and if they could recognize them when they met and if the circumstances were right, they could live the so-called traditional ‘happily ever after’. And sometimes, for a variety of reasons, you just didn’t cross paths with anyone suitable.
    Again, much like human love, it wasn’t a formula or a movie where there was a set time and guaranteed ending.
    So the urge to throw caution to the wind, say fuck anyone else’s thoughts and just stake his claim was strong. Incredibly tempting, because Charles knew this might be his one shot for lasting happiness. But he held himself in check. The look in Spencer’s eyes when he’d so hesitatingly said, “…it didn’t turn me on like I thought it would. The situation didn’t work for me” . The way his gaze had skittered away, how Spencer had barely been able to look in his eyes. It all added up to something significant in his past.
    Much as he wanted to storm ahead, to break down those barriers and lay claim to this man, Charles equally wanted Spencer to relish every moment. Charles wanted to hear those sensual cries, to have his partner arched deliciously and screaming for more.
    Charles didn’t think of himself as a selfish lover, but neither was he usually one to deny himself. This time, something was different. He wanted to make this perfect for Spencer, wanted him pleading to do it again, to push harder, to go further.
    Then, with cheerful abandon, Charles would fulfill his every desire. And more.
    “Heaven knows this isn’t the time where I want a deep and meaningful conversation,” Charles said after he’d lifted his head. “But I need you to tell me just a few of the things from that past experience you can’t or won’t do.”
    Spencer froze, his body becoming rigid. Wanting to break that tension as fast as possible, but still get a few hard rules set between them before they began, Charles did the first thing that came to mind. He knelt on the floor, putting himself in what would appear to be a subservient position. Spencer couldn’t possibly know just yet of his extraordinary speed and strength. It would be a genuine challenge for him to win any physical contest between the two of them. The illusion of control was the best Charles could do just now.
    Spencer did have power, and plenty of it. It was he who could put the brakes on this blossoming relationship, he who could stomp out any chance Charles could see for a happy ending for himself. A willing Spencer was the only chance Charles had for a lasting, permanent, satisfying relationship with another man. But Charles doubted Spencer could see that, or would even believe it yet.
    With his head down, Charles reached out to Spencer’s leather shoes and began untying the laces.
    “I’m not asking for every detail, thought and emotion,” he said. “I just want a snapshot of what really turned you off, of what you feel are hard and fast things you refuse to do. If I can get an idea of where your lines are, things that will ruin the mood, then I can get an idea of where your boundaries are. Just a quick one, though. I don’t know about you, but I have limited patience right now.”
    Charles removed Spencer’s shoes and set to work on his socks. He glanced up, to gauge where Spencer’s mind was at.
    Spencer’s light brown hair had fallen forward while the man looked down at