This week’s theme is I’m So Sexy and there’s nothing more interesting that someone who exudes sexiness but doesn’t flaunt it. These are those who are naturally sexy, like the girl or boy next door. Or the boss who acts like a nerd. Or maybe one who wears something that makes someone want to strip them bare. Those are the characters we want to read about. Those with city, country or maybe even other-worldly charm that knocks our socks off every time.
I’m taking mine from my current WIP, Moonlit Wolves 7: Protecting My Werewolf, mostly because whenever I think of this character I don’t see a knowing glint in his eyes, or a real worry about what he looks like. it’s not who he defines himself as and that, to me, makes him more sexy.
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“Fuck,” Adam panted as Justin started in on his pants, getting the elastic under his balls pushing them forward, causing a shock of pleasure to roll up his body. Thrusting up into the feelings Justin’s brushed against him moments before his dick met Adam’s hot, wet, goodness lined up nicely against him before Justin started jacking them both off.
Adam moaned deeply into the action, and soon found him hips rocking up into Justin’s hand. He needed to do more, he needed more. so much fucking more, but in the position Adam found himself in, he couldn’t move Justin, not a fucking inch.
The feeling of being hopeless tilted in on him made his head go a
little wobbly. He didn’t like not being in charge. He didn’t like to be held
down and made to take what was given. No it was the other way around. He got
what he wanted and the other one took it.
Adams torso started buckling, moving, trying to get away, as Justin jacked them, faster and faster, his free hand holding Adam up with the small of his back, allowing, if not encouraging Adam to move him hips.
It was as if Justin understood Adam needed to hold more power and he was giving him that. Not by allowing him to be on top, that was just ridiculous with what they were doing, Adam could see that. He was protected this way, no one could see what they were doing—not really, not in a way of their dicks together, and yet Adam could control the speed, the power in which his cock passed through those fingers.
Relaxing the top half of his body, Adam took over, his hips moving faster and faster, rolling slightly, as the pressure built back up between them
“That’s it,” Justin whispered, his mouth attacking Adam’s again, stealing his power to think.
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Protecting My Werewolf
(Moonlit Wolves #7)
Justin is back for one thing, to take Jex home, but what he finds makes him realise that maybe there’s something more in life than taking orders from a man who owns his life.
It doesn’t take a smart man to realise there’s something different about this group of men, but it’s definitely going to take strength to walk away. Can Adam show Justin he’s worth more than going back to his old life, even when that means stepping into a war he’d never expect existed?
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