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just fine.”
    Carson nodded, but it was easier said than done. Obviously noticing Carson’s problem, Brody lowered his head and took Carson’s dick in his mouth. Red hot pleasure shot through Carson as the wet inferno engulfed his prick. He couldn’t help but push his dick deeper inside Brody’s mouth, at the same time reaching down to thread his fingers through the wolf’s hair.
    Brody bobbed his head up and down Carson’s shaft, twisting his tongue just so in motions that Carson hadn’t even considered possible.
    With Brody working him so deliciously, Carson couldn’t even remember to stay tense. When his mate pushed a finger inside him, Carson took it with ease, loving the unfamiliar, but pleasurable sensation. The second finger burned a bit, and the third even more, but Brody did an excellent job in distracting him. And then, Brody hit his prostate, a spot Carson only heard about but never had the courage to find. Carson arched his back as shocks of ecstasy coursed through him. “Oh, God, Brody. Please, please, please…”
    At this point, he didn’t fully understand what he was asking for, but it didn’t matter. Brody did. Brody knew. The wolf pulled his fingers out of Carson’s ass and lifted his mouth. Carson moaned, feeling abandoned and bereft, but then, something hot and huge 28
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    nudged at his opening. Slowly, Brody pushed inside him, impaling Carson on his prick.
    Just like Carson had noted earlier, the wolf was more than well endowed. Even if Brody took it slow, the penetration hurt. Still, Carson bit his lip and focused on Brody’s scent, on his gaze, and his expression of concentration. He just needed to relax. It would be fine.
    It seemed to take forever, but at last, Brody embedded his shaft fully inside Carson. In the beginning, Carson almost couldn’t believe it. He felt so full, impossibly so, but at the same time, so connected to Brody. The burn of the initial penetration began to melt into pleasure.
    A buzz of restless energy settled over Carson’s skin. “Please, Brody,”
    he begged again. “Move.”
    And Brody did, indeed, move. He pulled his dick out of Carson’s passage and thrust back in. Somehow, Brody hit Carson’s prostate, making renewed ecstasy wash over him.
    From then on, it all became a blur. On and on, Brody continued to fuck him, pushing in and out of his anus. The speed and strength behind the motions made the bed creak almost ominously. Carson clung to his mate’s shoulders, doing his best to push back, but he acknowledged the fact that he couldn’t hope to be coordinated or coherent. Still, somehow, they made it work, moving together like they’d known each other from the beginning of time.
    In the circumstances, Carson couldn’t hope to hang on for much longer. His arousal, his lust, and confusing emotions overwhelmed him. He just needed one more thing, one thing to push him over the edge.
    His mind might not have realized what it was, but his body and his soul knew. Following a sudden urge, Carson tilted his head, baring his throat to Brody. A few moments later, sharp fangs pierced his flesh. Agonizing pain invaded him, but it just hurt for a brief instant.
    Then, it seemed as if a sun burst inside of him and sweet ecstasy swallowed him whole, sending him into a whirlpool of nirvana.

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    Carson felt a connection click into place, his bond with Brody becoming complete. He sensed his mate’s pleasure and the extent of the wolf’s own conflicting emotions. Like that, with Brody inside his mind and his body, he came like he never had in his entire life.
    He didn’t know how long he simply floated on the cloud of pleasure, but when he came down from the incredible high, he found Brody looming over him, green eyes still hazed with pleasure.
    “You okay, little lamb?”
    Carson smiled. “I’ve never been better, big bad wolf.”
    Brody blinked at him and then burst into laughter. “Gorgeous and funny,” he said as he