The Pack's Dragon
Harry let Jules suck him to the edge of orgasm without reciprocating, and then pulled back at the last moment, leaving his mate panting, his lips glossy with saliva, his cheeks flushed and his hair wild from the position.
“Get the lube will you, my beautiful one?” Harry invited.
Jules was clumsy with his movements, his body begging for attention, his cock as red as his cheeks. “You kill me, my mate,” he said ruefully as he removed the lube from the drawer.
“Yes,” Harry was smug. “And you love every second. Put the lube on.”