MATURE CONTENT

Having Tatum's lips on mine was something I would never get used to, and I didn't want to. Each time it felt like something blossomed between us—like it was the first time—and each time kept me coming back for more. Some people were addicted to alcohol, but I was addicted to the green-eyed man in front of me, and fuck, I didn't want that feeling ever to go away.

"If we continue this, then I'm not going to be able to stop," Tatum warned.

"Who said I wanted you to stop?" I asked. That was the exact opposite of what I wanted. He stared at me, and I leaned in to kiss him once again. "Let's keep it going."

Tatum's eyes flickered with lust, and his hand intertwined with my own. We stood from the couch, and Tatum moved toward the stairs, but I stopped him.

"There's a room down here," I said as I led him down the hall beside the stairway.

The moment I opened the door, we collided with each other again. Tatum took the time to shut the door before his hand moved to my shirt, and his hand slipped underneath. I shivered slightly at the skin-to-skin contact but also leaned into it, wanting more. I wanted everything he'd give me. Maybe that was selfish, but I didn't care.

My lips moved away from his and down toward his neck. As werewolves, we healed quicker than others, and while I knew they wouldn't last as long as they would on a human's body, I wanted to leave hickeys. Even if I was the only one who'd see them, I wanted to know they were there because of me. Because I put them there.

Hearing the sounds that escaped Tatum's mouth as I did so filled me with pride. He began to remove my shirt, and I briefly stopped my actions in order to help him do so and to take off his as well.

With shirts discarded onto the floor, we fumbled onto the bed. From my spot, I reached over and pulled open the dresser, and grabbed a bottle of lube. Tatum's eyebrows raised, and his eyes traveled around the room.

"Your scent suffocates this room, and not to mention there's more stuff down here than in your room upstairs, so why aren't you sleeping here?"

The question was one that I was sure he already knew the answer to. My face heated slightly, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Stop analyzing the room and focus on me."

A smile took over his face, and not a fake one—a genuine one that caused my heart to palpitate.

"Trust me, Nixon; my eyes are all on you."

A smile broke out on my face, and I pulled him to me and kissed him.

"Do you have a condom?" He asked.

Fuck.

Upon seeing my face, Tatum snorted and detangled himself from me. For a second, I thought he was leaving until he looked back at me.

"I'll be right back. Stay there."

So I did. I laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, and waited until I heard the sound of his footsteps approaching the room. The door opened, and Tatum stepped inside before closing it again with a condom in hand.

"And you were making fun of me. Look at you," I said.

Tatum shrugged. "I figured it was better to be over-prepared than underprepared."

The words were a clear indication that he'd thought about this since the last time. He'd prepared for if we were going to do it again. Something about that turned me on even more.

I didn't get the chance to say anything. Tatum climbed onto the bed, and his hands moved to my pants. I kissed him as the fabric layers left my body until I was eventually naked. My hands dropped to Tatum's pants, and I also tugged them off.

Tatum took the lube, and my mind went back to the first night we had sex. This time was different from then. Better wouldn't be the right word—I'd enjoyed the first time a lot more than I expected. This, however, felt more personal in a way. I didn't know how, but it did.

I could feel his hand wrap around my dick as he used his fingers on the opposite one to push inside me. A shiver ran through me, and I could see Tatum grin.

"I love how responsive you are," his tone was both admiring and taunting.

"Fuck—" a surprised yelp escaped as I felt him speed up.

"Be patient. We'll get there."

Teasing bastard.

My hand moved to grip his dark hair and tightened as I pulled him down to me. The kiss started off light until I felt him bite my lower lip. My mouth parted open, and he took the opportunity in stride. Moans escaped me, and after a few moments, I pulled away and caught my breath.

"Tate, I'm ready."

That was all the assurance he needed. His fingers were removed, and the condom was torn open before more of the lube was applied, and then he lined up and began to push.

His hand ran through my hair as he continued. Green eyes stared down at me, watching my expressions and how I moved. Inside them, however, I could see the mixture of emotions, and they only added to my already firm resolve: I wasn't going to let him go.

As Tatum sped up, the louder I grew. I was sure that by the end of it, the Goddess above would be able to hear me loud and clear—in fact, I hoped she would. To listen to the claim that my wolf and I were currently making. Tatum Knowles was mine, and I wanted everyone to know it.

Considering how his eyes darkened and his grip tightened, Tatum agreed with me.

My body tensed, and my eyes fluttered when I felt him brush against my prostate. Enough for me to feel but not completely hitting it. This continued a few more times, and I could tell by the way he stared down at me that it was completely intentional.

"You're such an asshole," I told him as I flipped us over to take control.

"And yet, you like me, so what does that say about you?" Tatum retorted, pulling me down.

"That there's clearly something wrong with my head," I grumbled, but it didn't stop me from leaning into the kiss.

Tatum's thrusts met my movements and my prostate almost relentlessly. He kept the pace up until my body tightened around him. The orgasm runs through me and escapes my body. His hands tightened around my waist, and I was sure marks would be made, but I didn't care.

My head dropped against his neck, taking in his strong mint-like scent as Tatum's seed flooded the condom. He kept up the pace until his orgasm finally subsided, and only then did he begin to calm down.

"Nix," Tatum called out, causing me to look at him.

His hand moved to the side of my face, and his eyes softened. "I like you too."

The answer was more than evident after what we had just done, but that didn't stop the feelings that followed. The words filled me with warmth, and I smiled at him.

"Let's go again."