This is kind of short today so I will do three posts this week. Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

#11

Varick smiled. He could feel his teeth getting longer as the urge to bite and claim Dio overcame his human half. His wolf urged him to leave his mark on the beautiful man.

“If we bond you will belong to me forever. Are you ready for that?”

Dio shook his head. “I’ll only be yours until you die.” The sorrow in Dio’s eyes almost broke him. He could see Dio already anticipated his death. “I don’t know if our bond will prolong your life or not but we can’t count on it.”

“The average lifespan of a werekin is three hundred years.”

Dio nodded. “I know.”

To distract Dio from his thoughts, Varick kissed him. “Let’s live for today, my sweet.”

Dio laughed, completely erasing the expression of sorrow from a second ago. “I’m many things wolf man but sweet I’m not.”

“I think you’re very sweet.”

Varick licked Dio’s throat where his neck met his shoulder. The scent of Dio filled his nose like the finest aphrodisiac. “Very sweet.” To his wolf senses Dio smelled of a delicious combination of sugar, wildflowers and pure sex. He wondered if they all smelled that way or if Dio had his own distinct scent. He bet only Dio smelled so divine. Everything about the smaller man appealed to him.

He lapped his way down Dio’s chest savoring the hybrid’s flavor. Working his way down he stopped to bite Dio’s right nipple, smiling when Dio jolted at the sensation.

“Sensitive?”

“Apparently.”

“Hmm, no one ever took their time before?”

Dio shook his head. “No.”

His terse answer told Varick more than anything about Dio’s past experiences.

“You aren’t leaving this bed until I taste you all over.”

Dio shivered beneath Varick’s touch. “I’d like that.”

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