Normally Cherie wouldn’t mind being explicit and loose-tongued around Wolf, but now being asked to state what he wanted made him feel strangely nervous. He wasn’t one to shy away from these things, but he found himself withdrawing. Maybe it was because he was over the couch’s arm. Maybe it was because Wolf was holding the fireplace poker. Maybe it was because Wolf could refuse him after he poured his heart and soul to what he wanted. Whatever it was, it made him feel uneasy.

Wolf was patient, waiting for Cherie to speak. The wolf-man even put down the fireplace poker to give him a non-threatening appearance. But Cherie knew it was all an act. It was all behind the mask, behind a curtain. The wolf-man could easily switch his emotions, but that was twice the fun. It made it more of a thrill for Cherie.

Cherie waited a moment longer before saying, “I want you to strip me. Completely. Then I want you to touch me—everywhere. Literally any place that you can touch and probe. I want your teeth to sink into my neck—mark me as yours. Make me bleed. I want you to taste my blood while you fist my hair, pulling my head back to bare my neck more. I want you to finger me open, have you finger fuck me so good that I’m seeing broken stars in my vision. I want you to tease my cock—don’t make me come right away. Make it hurt. Taunt me. I want you to whisper sweet nothings into my ear as you kiss my throat and collarbone, making your way down my chest, sternum, and stomach. Spread my legs wide open and feast on me; use that tongue of yours to make me squirm and moan. Then, the best part is your cock. I want you to ram it into my hole and make me scream your name. I want my voice to go hoarse. I want to sob. Feel free to slap me and hit me and choke me. Take me over your knee. Bend me over the bed. Pin me against the wall. Do whatever you want to me.”

Wolf seemed to be pondering what Cherie said. He hummed softly before he flipped Cherie over on the couch so they were now face to face. “Deal. After all, it is your birthday, you said. Let’s call it a birthday gift.”

Wolf’s hands slid down Cherie’s underpants before he removed his shirt. Cherie saw Wolf freezing, brows knitting as his silver eyes raked over Cherie’s skin. “What are these scars?” He asked him.

Cherie knew what Wolf was talking about. He hastily shifted his position so he was sitting upright, his hands trying to cover his scarred inner thighs. He glanced away, muttering, “They’re nothing. We’re not here to talk about my scars. We’re here to fuck.”

“No, not necessarily,” Wolf said as he moved Cherie’s hands away from his inner thighs. Wolf kneeled down so he was between Cherie’s legs. Cherie’s breath hitched when Wolf pressed his lips against Cherie’s left inner thigh. Wolf murmured, “You hurt yourself, don’t you, kid? Why is that?” He ran soft kisses against both of Cherie’s inner thighs, his lips cold against Cherie’s scorching hot skin. Wolf ran his tongue over Cherie’s scars and Cherie whimpered, his hand coming up to fist Wolf’s hair. “Why would a pretty boy like you hurt yourself?” Wolf murmured against Cherie’s inner thigh, his teeth gently nipping at the skin.

“I—I just—I don’t…what are you—” Cherie stammered, his breathing catching as Wolf continued leaving hot kisses against his inner thighs. He squirmed, whining whimpers leaving his lips.

“Pretty boy, pretty, scarred boy. Don’t be afraid…I’m right here…” Wolf’s voice was a balm to Cherie’s shaking soul, his voice low and soothing. Wolf lifted his head up, resting his chin against Cherie’s knee. Wolf’s silver eyes were glowing, shimmering; they held an innocent curiosity in them that made Cherie’s heart ache.

“Please…stop that. Just…just hurry up. Stop—stop it.” Cherie hissed, voice catching. He hated the way how Wolf was now looking at him, giving him a look of pity. He didn’t need Wolf to pity him, dammit! Not him, too. Most certainly not him. He wanted Wolf to be cold-hearted and brutal, a killer, a predator. He wanted Wolf to fuck him senseless and tear into him raw. He wanted Wolf’s fangs to rip open his flesh, to taste the piping hot blood spill from his gaping wounds. He didn’t need sadness nor compassion. No, those were pathetic and weak. He angrily tugged at Wolf’s hair, trying to shift his direction away from his scarred inner thighs and focus on his face instead. Or his cock. Yes, that would be better. So much better.

“You’re crying,” Wolf stated softly.

“I am not—” Cherie angrily began, but he was crying. Why was he crying? He hadn’t cried in years. So why was he crying now? Out of all the days? Why on his birthday? And why in front of Wolf? He turned his head away, using the back of his hands to frantically wipe away his hot tears that were spilling down his cheeks. “I’m just—mad. I’m mad. Just fuck me.”

Wolf didn’t move, his chin still on Cherie’s knee. Those silver eyes, those hauntingly beautiful, animalistic, predatorial silver eyes no longer looked happy. They, in fact, looked sad. Cherie wanted to rip Wolf’s eyes out and throw them against the ground. He wanted to yell at Wolf to stop looking at him like that. Wolf then grabbed Cherie’s face with his hands, resting his forehead against him. “My masochistic, little boy. What’s wrong?”

“Shut up!” Cherie yelled, pushing Wolf. “Nothing’s wrong, fuck you! You said you were going to fuck me! Liar!”

Wolf grabbed Cherie’s wrists and held them firm, preventing Cherie from moving. “I never said I was going to fuck you. I said I was going to give it a thought or two. Don’t talk yourself into this. Why are you crying? Who’s hurting you? Why are you hurting yourself?”

Cherie struggled, trying to pull his wrists free. “Fuck off! I’m not hurting myself! No one’s hurting me. And why the fuck do you care? I thought you wanted me dead! You kept trying to chase me out of Willow’s Perch for years so don’t act like you suddenly care for me.” He kicked Wolf in the chest.

Wolf gave off a grunt, gritting his teeth in pain, but he didn’t let go of Cherie’s wrists. “I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to listen to you. Look, kid—” He sighed heavily, noisily, shaking his head. “It’s okay to ask for help…”

“Fuck off! You don’t know anything! Stop pretending you care! You’re just like everyone else! A liar! A goddamn liar!” Cherie twisted his wrists, trying to free himself from Wolf’s iron grasp, but Wolf’s grip was far too strong. He gave up, slumping on the couch. “Just…stop asking questions. Please. I don’t…need pity. Please. Goddammit, please, Wolf. Not you too. Please…just…just fuck me. And I’ll leave.” Cherie begged weakly.

Wolf didn’t seem satisfied with Cherie’s response because there was a deep frown on his face. Wolf grunted and let go of Cherie’s wrists, muttering, “Fucking hell, kid.” He ran a hand down his face. “Fine. I’ll…fuck you. But I doubt you’ll leave and never come back. Judging from what I know, you’ll be back. Eventually.” Wolf murmured. He reached down to pick Cherie up and Cherie let the wolf-man carry him. Wolf took him into a small bedroom, setting him on the bed. Wolf hovered over him before saying, “You won’t regret this, right, kid?”

Cherie shook his head. “I won’t.”

Wolf exhaled hard before he pressed a soft kiss to Cherie’s throat, his hand tangling in Cherie’s hair. Wolf kissed his way up to Cherie’s jaw and cheek before his lips barely grazed Cherie’s lips, hardly a butterfly kiss. Wolf’s fingers danced over Cherie’s body, leaving small tremors in their wake. Cherie arched into Wolf, groaning softly as Wolf’s tongue laved over his neck, his teeth teasing the flesh.

When Wolf’s teeth sank into Cherie’s neck, a euphoric wall of pleasure blanketed over him and he moaned, urging Wolf closer. Cherie’s legs locked themselves around Wolf’s waist so he could grind up against him, letting their groins rub slowly together.

Wolf’s breath was hot against Cherie’s ear as his hand slipped between Cherie’s legs to stroke him slowly, a whine leaving Cherie’s lips.

It was rather slow—a bit too slow for Cherie’s taste. Cherie preferred sex being hot and fast, messy and loud, but Wolf was taking it slow that Cherie felt like he was going to burst. Wolf was so careful with him, his fingers running over Cherie’s rim, teasing him. Cherie whined in protest, hips pushing forward into Wolf’s hand, begging Wolf to breach him open with his finger. Wolf looked at Cherie with a warning look but Wolf’s finger slid into him.