Wolf Tales VIII. Kate Douglas

stomach. He wanted to grab it, to wrap his fingers around that swollen piece of meat and jerk off hard and fast before the pressure killed him, but he kept his arms folded and his forehead pressed against his wrists.

      And he waited.

      Vulnerable, more defenseless than he’d ever been with any other person. The ones who mugged him had knocked him out first. He’d never known what happened. Now he knew. Now he anticipated what was to come, the complete submission of self.

      Submission to another man.

      Adam knelt behind him. Logan sensed but couldn’t read him. He felt the curve of Adam’s calves brushing the sides of his legs, but nothing more. No mental contact, no other physical contact. He counted seconds that dragged on forever. Finally, after at least two full minutes, Adam roughly shoved Logan’s legs farther apart. It threw him off balance and he knew his butt cheeks gaped wide. He felt horribly exposed. Unprotected. The taut muscle around his ass tightened, clenching and releasing in a rhythmic pattern that made his cock even harder.

      Adam didn’t move.

      What the fuck was he doing? Just kneeling back there, staring at his ass?

      Logan had never felt so defenseless. Not even when he was in the hospital, his head wrapped in bandages, no clue to his identity. This was worse, this sense of being totally under Adam’s control. The sense of urgency, of knowing he was ready to do anything at all to please him, admitting to himself that it wasn’t merely for the knowledge Adam had promised to share. No, he’d do it just to ease the ache, to satisfy the pure, carnal need for Adam Wolf.

      Jazzy had tried to play the dominant partner, but they both knew Logan could overpower her anytime he wanted. Adam was physically stronger than Logan. Bigger. Kneeling here in the bedroom with the lights still on, his body entirely exposed, there was no denying the facts. He was entirely at Adam’s mercy, his cock hard and dripping, his asshole winking an invitation.

      He trembled, as much from fear as anticipation. His heart pounded, echoing in his ears. His senses, already Chanku sharp, seemed to sharpen even more.

      When Adam ran his fingers down the sweaty crease of his ass, Logan jerked.

      “Hold still.”

      He forced himself not to move. Not when Adam stroked him again, pausing at his hole, not when he forced a finger inside through painfully dry tissues.

      Logan bit back a sigh when Adam added the slippery lube to his fingers and pressed the broad tips against his tight sphincter muscle. Rubbing and pressing, he worked at the sensitive ring of flesh before pushing first one, then two fingers inside. In and out, slowly, methodically softening the taut muscle. Logan bit back a groan of pleasure.

      Adam added a third finger, stretching, probing deep, forcing them all the way in. When he softly massaged Logan’s perineum with his other hand, Logan wanted to cry out.

      Pleasure? Pain? So closely aligned, one so much a part of the other he didn’t know, but he bit his lips and breathed deeply, steadily through his nose.

      Even that didn’t work when Adam cupped Logan’s balls in his hand and spread lube over the wrinkled sac and along his cock. Exquisite pleasure, unbelievable sensation enveloped him. A small whimper escaped in spite of all his attempts at silence.

      At the first hint of sound, Adam’s hands slipped away from his body. Logan shivered as all the parts of him covered with the slick lubricant reacted to whatever fragile air currents drifted through the room. They felt like cool fingers caressing his balls, slipping over his buttocks and down the sweaty crease, stroking his cock.

      He heard Adam screwing the lid back on the tube. Cool air raised gooseflesh over his back and down his thighs. Still he waited, and the tension grew.

      He sensed Adam’s change of position behind him. The sense of waiting, of expectation grew, expanded, swelling until Logan felt as if he might explode with wanting. Then Adam was in his head, his thoughts crystal clear. Logan saw through Adam’s eyes, felt with Adam’s hands.

      His body trembled and he gave up all sense of himself. Gave up the man who was Doctor Logan Pierce and became nothing more than a receptacle for Adam Wolf.