A rush of endorphins washed through Lyle’s head. That sounded like a good plan. A very, very good plan. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yes,” Arius murmured. He untangled their limbs, shoved Lyle back down to the mattress and then reacquired his place above Lyle—hips instead of chest this time. “It’s been a long time since I granted someone the opportunity to make me lose my mind. Do you think you’re up for it, wolf?” He upended the bottle over his palm and filled it with oil.
The light scent magnified a hundredfold; Lyle could almost see purple shoots of lavender spring through the rugs and concrete. Then, before Lyle had a chance to respond, Arius was reaching between them, sliding the oil over Lyle’s c**k, and the mental images intensified with the sensation. He could imagine the wind licking Arius’s ha
