Oliver sat on the side of the bed mesmerized by the shifter presenting himself for his pleasure. One palm hovered a fraction above the globe of his ass, wanting to touch him and yet not wanting to break the spell. Lance rolled over onto his back in a graceful movement that would make a swan jealous. Legs spread, his erection bobbed in full view. “You want me this way?” The innocent and leading question nearly undid his self-control. Oliver wet his lips. “Why are you doing this?” Lance sat up, pulling his knees to his chest as if to protect himself. He hadn’t meant to offend the younger wolf. The hurt in Lance’s eyes seared his heart. “D-don’t you w-want me?” Lance stammered. “Yes, but only if you want me, too. I don’t want you to lie with me out of some twisted sense of obligation. I told your old Alpha off. That doesn’t require any payment. Besides I didn’t do that solely for your benefit. He had no right to trespass on my land.” Oliver paused and took a breath.
