The room felt strangely quiet without him.
Boaz stood where he was, his gaze fixed on the empty space Alexander had been, as if he expected him to reappear at any moment.
When he was sure Alexander wasn’t coming back, he pulled off his clothes. He let them fall carelessly to the floor as he walked to the bed and reached under it for the paper bag.
Desire burned a path through his body, his cock thickening to half-mast at the thought of using the items in the bag. He bounced on his heels as he hurriedly dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed once more.
He set the cock shaped toy aside since it needed to be charged and focused on the lube and butt plugs. The butt plugs ranged from the smallest to the biggest.
He set them aside where he could easily reach them, then lay down on the bed, breathing slowly as he ran his right hand downhis body. His nipples hardened instantly. He ran his fingers over the left one, then right before his hands went lower to his throbbing cock.
Why did this feel so good?
He let go of his cock and reached for the lube. He popped the lid and he squirted a tiny amount on his fingers and set the bottle aside. Taking a deep breath, Boaz reached between his cheeks, rubbing his lube coated fingers on his hole.
“Cold,” he hissed, but he didn’t move his hand away. He kept going, smoothing his fingers over his hole gently, barely touching it. “Ahh,” he moaned, biting into his bottom lip.
It felt so good.
Slowly, gently, he pushed his finger inside, and with the lube it sank in easily.
“Oh fuck.” He arched off the bed.
He pushed his finger deeper, and before long he was fucking himself. He rolled his hips steadily to meet every thrust. His finger sinking deeper and deeper. His cock jerked on his stomach, precum dripping from the slit. He was almost there; he could feel it.
He moved his hand faster and faster, chasing the pleasure he could feel winding inside off. His finger touched something deep inside and he jerked, his eyes going wide as he froze.
For a second nothing happened. And then... something exploded inside him. He gasped for air, his lungs burning like they were on fire. His body shook as cum shot out of his cock in an arc to hit his chest.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he pulled his finger out of his hole and turned to his side. His eyes immediately fell on the butt plugs, eagerly.
Chapter 15
Alexander
Was this an everyday thing? Alexander asked himself as he looked around the room.
Every surface was bathed in the soft glow of burning candles and tendrils of incense smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling.
He turned toward Manlius, angling his face away as he tried not to breathe too deeply. The scent of melted wax and incense was suffocating. The last time he’d been here, he hadn’t noticed. Boaz’s scent had drowned out everything.
Now, that the werewolf wasn’t here, the incense was unbearable.
Alexander rubbed at his nose irritably.
Was he going to do this or not?
“Manlius?”
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Manlius said, stepping away from the table, a syringe held in his right hand.
Alexander didn’t waste time. He rolled up his sleeve and extended his arm, offering it without a word.
“Sorry,” Manlius murmured, as he slid the needle into Alexander’s vein with practiced ease.
“Were you trained as a doctor?” he asked as he watch his blood fill the vial.
“In another life,” Manlius said not elaborating more. When the first vial filled, he swapped it out for another. Then another.