“This is really happening?” he asked more to himself than Von.

“Scoot up a little,” Von ordered, and he did as the shifter asked.

Dario never thought he’d be the kind of guy who took orders from anyone when it came to the bedroom. However, Von’s commanding presence made him want to yield, to submit. He knew Von would be able to take him to dark places, places he’d only dreamed of when he masturbated in his own bed. Von climbed on top of him and took his mouth again. His mind emptied, and he moaned, sinking fingers into Von’s hair as Von laid kisses down the side of his neck.

He could feel his dick hardening to full length and Von’s thick, engorged shaft, pressing up against his belly.

From the research he did on the web, he thought shifters lacked patience when it came to intimacy, but Von proved him wrong on their first night. Von kissed, licked, and nibbled. Reaching his left nipple, Von took it to his mouth and sucked on it, making him groan. Von left tiny bites down the line of his body, like the shifter wanted to keep screaming at the world “mine”. Dario shuddered in anticipation.

He was used to being the second best or last choice his entire life—when it came to romance and work. This time though, Von put him in first place. It felt nice. Von’s touches were possessive and addictive, a deadly combination. Dario could get used to this, to this big, dangerous cat lavishing all his attentions on him.

What if he gets bored? said the uncertain voice inside him, but he shut that up. Von curled his fingers over his shaft and began tugging and pulling at it. He let out a breath.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll explode,” he said.

“Don’t. If you do, you’ll have to accept any punishment I’ll deem suitable.”

“God, Von. That will only make me climax sooner.”

Von grinned evilly and pulled his hand away. He glared at the shifter, who seemed far too amused for his comfort.

“What if I place a kiss here?” Von asked.

Without warning, Von leaned in close to blow at his lengthening dick.