Promised Passion: A Wolf's Choice (Heart's Desires Book 3)

by Noah Harris

  Liam shifted, but the movement didn’t feel uneasy to Dante. It was hard to see in the low light, but Dante could have sworn he saw Liam’s eyes shift down to Dante’s groin. As if knowing it was being watched, Dante’s cock stirred. As he began to grow hard, the fabric of his jeans grew tighter, making it almost impossible to hide his arousal.

  The Loner cocked his head, smirking at Dante. “I see your mind has moved on to, uh, more earthly concerns.”

  Dante chuckled, giving a shrug. “You feel good.”

  Liam grinned at his own words being used against him, moving so he was facing Dante completely. Dante eased himself onto his back as Liam pushed forward, catching his mouth on the way down. The pleasant warmth within his chest flared into a heat that spread through him in that one instant of their lips meeting. Dante couldn’t repress the low groan, their bodies pressing together more completely than before.

  “Damn, you do feel good,” Liam murmured against his lips, pushing his hips forward.

  Dante groaned as their groins brushed one another. “If you feel good now, I can’t imagine what you’d feel like with me inside you.”

  Liam leaned up, away from Dante with a cocky expression on his face. “And what makes you think you’d be the one inside me, and not the other way around?”

  Dante gave it a moment’s thought before shrugging. “Just sounded right, I guess. Truth is, I don’t really care how it’s done. Either way works for me.”

  Liam’s cocky look shifted to a smile. “I guess you have good instincts then.”

  Dante ran his hands up and down Liam’s sides. “Doesn’t really matter right now, does it? Not like I can do anything about it.”

  Liam shifted, reaching into one of the pockets of his pants and pulling out a clear bottle. “No?”

  Dante eyed the bottle of what was obviously lube. “You just carry that on you, all the time?”

  Liam shook the bottle gently. “It never hurts to be prepared. Plus, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you and I wouldn’t be able to control ourselves for long and would get this far at some point. I wanted to make sure we had what we needed when we got there.”

  The idea that them going further than a bit of fun and a blowjob was inevitable in Liam’s mind gave Dante pause. Despite knowing his parents had always insisted he think for himself and question everything, he hadn’t thought ahead to how far things between he and Liam would go. He’d been telling himself, over and over again, to think only in the present. Any time he’d felt his mind begin to worry over the future, he would shove the thoughts away instantly, refusing to allow himself to worry.

  Now he was facing down the understanding that he had known, deep down, that this moment was inevitable. Maybe it had been inevitable from the first moment he and Liam had laid eyes on one another, or maybe even sooner than that. It was entirely possible that his time with Liam had been inevitable from the moment they’d both been born into this world, marked for one another by Gaia herself.

  “You okay?” Liam asked, smile faltering.

  Dante’s mouth opened as he tried to find the words to express the overwhelming sense of something greater than himself. It was comforting to think that perhaps something greater than him had control of events, shifting him toward what was best. It was also terrifying in a personal way, violating his deeply held beliefs in his own autonomy and self-sufficiency. For a moment, it felt as if he were touching on the primal moment that came with staring infinity in the face. If he stared for too long, he felt as if he might drown in it, yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

  “Hey, Dante, look at me,” Liam whispered, gently taking hold of Dante’s face and turning his eyes so that their gazes locked.

  Liam’s eyes were dark, their color impossible to see with the shadow the moon cast from behind him. Just looking at Liam’s face, reading the lines of worry on his face, was enough to yank Dante abruptly from his train of thought. He blinked furiously, shaking his head a little as he tried to grin sheepishly, embarrassed that he had zoned out when he should have been focusing on the handsome man straddling his lap.

  Dante shook himself again. “Sorry. I started thinking.”

  “Dangerous territory there,” Liam said, his tone teasing but his brow still furrowed.

  Dante gave him a reassuring smile. “I wouldn’t even begin to know how to explain what was going through my head just now. Started thinking about fate and things bigger than we are.”

  Liam blinked in surprise. “Can’t say I’ve ever had someone have an existential moment right before they were going to fuck me.”

  A wash of arousal at the reminder accompanied a wave of hot jealousy. “How about you don’t mention other people when we’re like this, huh?”

  Liam cocked his head, expression careful but amused. “Is that jealousy I sense?”

  Dante snorted, tightening his grip on the smaller werewolf. “You might be. what of it?”

  He knew it was hypocritical of him to be jealous when he was the one who was supposed to be getting mated to someone else. Yet the idea of someone else pressing their mouth against Liam’s, holding him close, looking at him the way Dante was looking at him at that moment, was too much to stomach. It didn’t meant Liam had to accept it though, and Dante awaited the man’s response.

  To his surprise, Liam hooked his arms behind Dante’s neck and pulled him closer. “Good.”

  His burning sense of jealousy petered out as Liam pressed his lips to his. The kiss was as eager as the others, but far more demanding. The presence of the lube seemed to have added a new sense of purpose to Liam’s kisses, and a new sense of abandon as well.

  “Eager,” Dante commented between kisses.

  “I want you inside me,” Liam said without hesitation.

  If he hadn’t been hard before, Liam’s brutal honesty would have done the trick. His jeans became even tighter than before as he pushed his hips up into Liam. Liam’s moan against his mouth sent a delicious shiver through him and he returned the noise eagerly. The both of them began grabbing at one another, increasingly desperate in their attempts to find skin-to-skin contact. Liam’s smaller body seemed to fit perfectly against Dante’s, pressing against him.

  Liam shoved his hand beneath Dante’s shirt, breaking the kiss off as he lowered his head. The man’s mouth ran a line of kisses over Dante’s warm skin. Liam hummed a happy tune as he playfully nipped the skin of Dante’s stomach, ran his tongue over his chest, and kissed a line between the two. As he teased, he slowly worked the shirt off Dante, tossing it away from them into the nearby grass.

  Liam looked up. “You’re so damn big.”

  Dante laughed at that, nodding in acceptance. “Compared to you, yeah.”

  Liam looked Dante over. “Even by werewolf standards, you’re pretty big.”

  Dante wagged his brow playfully. “In more ways than one.”

  Liam reached down to cup Dante’s groin, cocking his head at what he found. “Not an idle boast. Big enough to impress but doesn’t feel big enough to be scary.”

  Dante laughed at that, running his fingers up Liam’s side. “I’ll take that as a really nice compliment.”

  Liam began to run another trail of kisses, this time sinking lower. “I bet you’re going to be fun to ride.”

  The thought of Liam on top with Dante inside him, sent another thrill through him. It hadn’t been so long since the last time Dante had sex that he should have felt as excited and jittery as he did. Liam’s touch made him feel like he was both a master of the sexual arts, and a nervous teenager trying to figure out how sex works all over again. His eyes were wide as he watched Liam unsnap the front of his pants, pushing his hand beneath the band of his underwear.

  Dante let his breath out slowly as Liam’s fingers found the hard length of his cock. The man didn’t waste any time in fishing it out from the confines of his pants, eyeing it in the moonlight. The smirk of pleasure on Liam’s face tightened Dante’s gut and he watched in anticipation as Li
am covered the head with his lips. He groaned as the warmth of the man’s mouth began to slide further down, taking more of Dante’s cock into his mouth.

  “It’s like being a kid all over again,” Dante said with a strangled chuckle.

  Liam looked up, pulling his mouth free. “Meaning?”

  “Pretty sure I’m not going to last long like this if you keep going like you are,” Dante warned.

  Liam hummed thoughtfully. “Well, we can’t have you wasting that, now can we?”

  “We can’t?” Dante asked.

  Liam shifted up Dante’s body, kissing him boldly. “If you’re going to cum, the first time is going to be in my ass, not my mouth.”

  Dante’s eyes went wide enough he was sure his expression looked comical. Liam looked pleased with himself as he sat up, straddling Dante’s hips. Liam made a show of slowly moving his hands down to his shorts, undoing them with little, mischievous flicks of his fingers. As he stood, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off, over his head and throwing it on top of Dante’s. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of both his shorts and underwear, pulling them down with a flourish. His cock sprung up, almost slapping against his hard stomach as he bent to pull his clothes off and throw them on the pile.

  The moonlight spilled over Liam’s body, showing enough that Dante couldn’t keep his eyes off him. He’d seen more than enough naked bodies in his time, both in intimate and innocent moments. None of them had held his attention as raptly as Liam’s body did. To Dante, Liam was perfectly proportioned, his muscles compact but sleek looking, shifting subtly beneath skin that seemed to glow in the overhead moonlight.

  Liam gazed at him, eyes shifting from one end of Dante’s body to the other, “Damn you are big.”

  Dante looked down at himself, shrugging. “You keep saying that.”

  “I fucking love it,” Liam murmured, a renewed hunger in his eyes.

  Dante gestured to him. “Then come down here and do something about it.”

  “Yes sir,” Liam quipped with a grin.

  The desire in Dante’s chest seemed to burn through his veins when Liam’s body finally rested, completely naked, against his skin. The same sensation of how perfect Liam felt against him flooded his mind as their lips met. Touching the man’s bare skin with his own was by far the most erotic sensation he’d ever experienced. The electricity that had seemed to spark in the air between them, from the slightest shared touch, drove inward. His body felt more alive and aroused than it had with any other partner before, and Dante couldn’t get enough of the other man’s touch.

  Liam sat up again, plucking the bottle from the grass and opening it. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to start thinking you’re the type to watch.”

  “When I’ve got something like you to watch, I’m going to enjoy it. To be fair, you started it. I think you like showing off,” Dante said.

  Liam let some of the lube slide over his fingers. “Only when I’m really turned on.”

  “Aren’t I lucky then?” Dante asked.

  “Oh? Should I not put on a show then?” Liam asked, though the look on his face said he had no intention of stopping.

  There was a playfulness between them that Dante had only known form between people who were far more comfortable than the two of them should have been so soon. It was the first time he’d been this intimate with Liam, but in some strange way, it felt familiar. He felt the expected thrill of something new as he ran his fingers over Liam’s naked thighs, the eager twist of desire in his gut as he gazed over his naked body. Yet they were relaxed with one another, none of the usual self-consciousness that Dante associated with a new sexual partner.

  Liam leaned forward, his hand slipping behind him. He kept his face hovering just above Dante’s, but his body blocked the view of whatever he was doing. Dante had to watch as Liam’s face shifted to know that Liam’s fingers were sliding inside himself. Liam’s lips parted, a slow exhalation coming from his throat as his arm moved slightly. Dante could feel the slow movement of Liam’s arm as he moved his fingers, preparing himself for Dante’s cock.

  Dante squirmed, more aroused from the sight than he knew what to do with. “How many fingers are you up to?”

  The expected taunt from Liam never came. “Only two, but that’s good enough for me.”

  “You sure about that?” Dante asked worriedly.

  “I’ll take my time, I know what I’m doing,” Liam insisted as he brought his lube covered fingers to the front.

  Dante very much wanted to take Liam and push him back so that he could take over. He restrained the urge as Liam’s fingers, coated in another layer of lube, spread it over Dante’s cock. The cool liquid sensation was replaced by the electric pleasure of Liam’s fingers gliding over his sensitive arousal. Dante moved his grip to Liam’s legs, both for something to hold onto and to steady Liam as he positioned himself.

  Liam lowered himself, and Dante felt his cock press against the ring of muscle. Without taking a moment to mentally brace himself, Liam allowed gravity to pull him down with more force. Dante gasped as the sudden sensation of tight heat wrapped around the head of his cock. Liam grunted, shaking his head when Dante opened his mouth. Liam’s mouth opened once more as he began to slip down further, taking more of Dante into himself.

  The only thing Dante could do at that point was to tighten his grip on Liam’s leg as the man began to rock gently. The pressure around his cock was almost too much, and he focused hard on watching Liam’s face. Not for the first time, Dante thought about how strange time seemed to pass when he was with Liam. When Liam finally sat himself in Dante’s lap, cock fully sheathed inside of him, Dante wasn’t sure if it had taken forever or merely seconds.

  “Not too big as to be scary,” Liam repeated with a shaky grin.

  Dante loosened his grip so he could run his hands up Liam’s legs and stomach. “Take your time.”

  Liam shook his head. “The longer I wait, the worse it’ll be.”

  Dante grunted as Liam began to lift himself. “You’re in charge then.”

  The Loner grinned at that, pulling himself up and easing his fall back down. The grip around Dante’s cock began to loosen as Liam slowly worked Dante in and out of him. The tightness around Liam’s mouth began to slacken as he rolled his hips, getting into a steady rhythm. The tightness dwindled so it became comfortable for the both of them, much to Dante’s relief.

  “That was faster than usual,” Liam commented.

  Dante ran his hands over him once more. “Guess you were that turned on.”

  Liam answered by pulling himself up and letting his body fall, sinking Dante’s cock into him faster than before. Dante gasped, renewing his grip on Liam’s hips as the man began to pick up speed. Pleasure shuddered through Dante as he watched the man ride him, beginning to push himself down onto Dante’s cock instead of allowing gravity to do the job.

  As Liam found a rhythm and stuck with it, Dante couldn’t help but watch the show. Liam’s body began to glow slightly in the moonlight as a sheen of sweat began to form on his skin. Dante could see the muscles of his stomach and hips working to keep up the steady pulse of his movements, his arms shaking as he held himself steady on Dante’s chest. Moans and tiny gasps escaped Liam’s mouth as he buried Dante inside of him time and time again.

  Both of them were acutely aware they weren’t quite far enough away from the heart of the sept to be as free with their noises as they wished. Dante was finding it increasingly difficult to muffle himself as the mounting pleasure built within him. It was almost impossible to keep himself steady as Liam rode him expertly, taking his own pleasure as surely as he gave it. Liam was no longer trying to put on a show, but he was putting one on anyway.

  Dante shook his head, still holding tight to Liam. “You gotta slow down. I’m not going to last like this.”

  “Don’t want you to,” Liam told him through staggered breaths.

  Dante moved his hand, slapping it against Liam’s
stomach and giving into his instincts finally. His hips shoved upward, driving his cock into Liam as the other man pushed himself down. Liam cried out finally, and the noise of unrestrained pleasure drove Dante over the edge. He was slightly more successful than the other man in restraining himself, but his cry was still audible. With one hand holding tight to Liam’s hips, he held the man tight against him as he poured deep inside him. Each jerk of his body was another jolt of mind-erasing pleasure, filling Liam from within.

  Liam wasted no time in using one of his hands to wrap around his own cock. It only took a few loose strokes before his own orgasm hit him. His back arched, pushing himself down onto Dante’s cock as deep as he could go as he gasped. Warmth spattered over Dante’s stomach and chest as he watched Liam cum.

  The strength in Liam’s body seemed to disappear in a flash, sagging forward, leaving Dante to catch him before he fell. They were both breathing heavily, and Dante was amused to find that despite not having used his arms much, all his limbs were shaky. He was able to lower Liam down, slipping out of him carefully before laying him in the grass beside him.

  Liam complained wordlessly, grunting as he shifted himself closer to Dante curling around him. The man was more pliant than Dante had ever seen him, and Dante was more than willing to accept it. He carefully plucked his shirt from the nearby pile so they could clean themselves before pulling Liam against him once more. Their bodies were hot against the cool grass, sweat still shining lightly in the moonlight.

  “Shame we had to hold back,” Dante murmured, wrapping an arm around Liam’s waist.

  “We were holding back?” Liam asked, voice soft.

  “I’m pretty sure you were holding back your moans,” Dante said with a chuckle.

  “Didn’t really want the whole sept to know what was going on out here. Allowed or not, it’s none of their damn business,” Liam said with a slightly grumpy air.