just so we are all aware, though I’m sure it isn’t
going to matter, but this scene is m/m as I’m a gay romance writer, I’m going
to try and join in this hop every week, but I’m not sure it’s going to actually
work as I don’t know if I have that many scene.
Anyway, the hop starts here, so check it out and see
who else is participating
This one is for shifters, as the theme for week 50
is sexy howls; I’m going to be taking this scene from my Moonlit Wolves series, book 3, Seeking My Werewolf
This scene is
around the start, it’s showing the frustration Phil is feeling from not being
with his mate
He wished he could just leave it alone as he slid
his hand from top to bottom, wincing at the burn and trying to get himself to
care enough to spit on his hand so he wouldn’t rip off yet another layer of
skin he couldn’t really afford to lose.
His hand moved as his mind tried to bring up his
usual images of the porn he watched to masturbate, but it was like watching two
chicks getting it on. All tits and pussy without a moment of lust. Kinda like
when he realised chicks didn’t do it for him. Only these images were of double
penetrating, and that was fucking hot.
When it had felt as if he’d been pulling at his cock
for years, he took in a deep breath and decided that he really needed to move
this shit on. He hated that his mind forced him to do this. Hated it even more
that the closer it got to the full moon and the more his beast was riding him,
the hornier he got. It was truly the reason he couldn’t leave it anymore. His
werewolf would fuck him up if he didn’t release the build up his body was creating.
Spitting on his hand and moaning softly on
re-contact, he felt the slick heat wrap around the abused meat and soothe it in
a way that had nothing to do with sex.
His mind went with the exhale and he magnified the
image of the male that had started all this. The hunter, his mate, kneeling
down in front of him, a sparkle in his eyes as he looked up, watching Phil’s
reaction as he took in the head of his cock.
Heat magnified through his body, boiling his skin,
causing sweat to trickle down his spine and across his brow. His heart picked
up as his mind imagined what his mate would look like with his lips stretched
around his cock. A low moan slipped free. Fingers dug deep into bark. His body
bowed inward as the muscles in his arm wanted to seize with prolonged use.
Just a bit more, he chanted as he imagined the wet
hand around his dick as a mouth. Shit substitute, but he needed to come so
badly that it didn’t matter. It was all or nothing and the nothing was going to
tear his skin off his bones.
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