Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

insulted if I thought of him as my Purple People Eater? Oh, man, I wanted him to taste every inch of me, and I'd die if he refused.
    "Bubble gum?" I whispered.
    That did it. His smile curved one side of his lips as if he were holding back just a little, but his eyes clouded with lust and amusement.
    "Does this mean you forgive me?" I asked.
    "We'll work on that," he said as he set the glass aside. He didn't walk across the room so much as stalk. I shivered and wondered if that rabbit ever looked at the coyote like a savior to an undying need.
    "Bubble gum," I said again.
    He stopped and cocked his head, a funny expression of curiosity. I laughed. "Why?" he asked.
    I shook my head. "Not here. Take me to bed. I may be restrained, but I need you to do something with the supply of lube and condoms in the nightstand drawer."
    "Before you're allowed to come, we are going to talk."
    "About ropes?"
    "About wants and needs. About drawing lines and not crossing them. About a better safe word, because I like to chew bubble gum, so when you say it, I want to put my teeth on you."
    I groaned and let me head fall back. The very thought made my knees weak and I slid down the door. I didn't get far. He tugged on the rope, and I froze, lifting my head meeting his challenging gaze.
    "Yes, talking would be good," I said. "Right now my wants and needs are exactly this. I need you to finish what we started and I want that finish to be you fucking me until we're too exhausted to move."
    He studied me for a long minute. Slowly, he favored me with his sexy, teasing smile, and a playful glint lit his eyes. "That's it, huh? I was expecting all kinds of kinky demands—"
    I silenced him by throwing my bound hands over his head and pulling him into a passionate, fiery kiss.
    ****
    (Hours later…)
    "Bubble gum. Bubble gum."
    Wolfgang ground his hips against mine once more, and I gritted my teeth at the friction. I was on the verge, and I wasn't ready to come again. Not yet. He lifted his head and smiled down at me. "You don't mean that."
    "I do," I said.
    He sat up. He brushed his fingers along both of our lengths, and then gave me a direct, authoritative stare. "Tell me," he said.
    "Untie me."
    "Again with that. I refused that first night, and you enjoyed every bit of it." He grinned wickedly, and I almost relented.
    "Untie me, bubble gum."
    "I want to eat you up when you say that." I had refused to change the word, and now I was bound, using it, and he resisted. I guessed he could tell how serious I was by the smile on my face and the boner rubbing against his, but he made me angry trying to talk me out of it. Just a little.
    "Wolves do not chew bubble gum," I said. Maybe I'd let a bit of petulance into my tone because his expression sobered and he reached for the rope tying my wrists to the bedframe.
    Once he released me, he said, "I am sorry. It was inappropriate to question your safe word."
    I sat up and wrapped my now free arms around him. "I wasn't uncomfortable or unhappy, but I just had to touch you." To emphasize my words, I ran my hands up his sides and down his back. I pressed my lips to his neck and then licked the hard ridges of his ear.
    "I like that," he said as he sighed against my shoulder. "I love giving you all kinds of pleasure. I studied massage therapy, and play music for the same reason—to give people pleasure—but I'll never say no to your touch either."
    "Good," I said, "then fuck me, Wolfgang." I nuzzled his neck, but he couldn't sit still and just take the attention for long. Before I realized it, he'd turned the tables, and his sharp teeth grazed my skin. I shivered and rolled back, taking him with me. He stretched out, nestling between my legs, and we spent the next hour touching everywhere with hands, and cocks, and mouths, and teeth, and yes, he did fuck me, and it was divine.
    Yes, the wolf chews bubble gum, and he fucks like a vibrant, sinful angel.
    THE END
    Author bio: Pia really needs to rewrite her bio, but since she'd rather write about sexy gay boys, a bio simply isn't going to happen. There are rumors circulating that she actually does do other things besides write, but nothing's been proven, and she denies it all, including the denial.
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    Pia's last M/M Romance group contribution, Freedom's Souvenir , is available as a free download directly from the Goodreads website, ARe, or Smashwords.
    She's been published with Silver Publishing and Loose Id and can also be found lurking on her blog or