Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (13 page)

There were actually two cots set up, the one Adam was recovering in and another one two feet away on the other side of the tent. The medical supplies were right in the middle of the cots.

He didn’t want Adam in here. The guy looked pale as a ghost, but he was still alive. He could tell by the way the man’s chest went up and down. Everett didn’t want to risk that Adam woke up suddenly, grabbed a gun or something, and decided to shoot Everett in the back of the head while he was busy tending to his lover.

He turned to Phillip. “Can you get him out of here?”

Phillip nodded and walked around him. He grabbed Adam’s cot with one hand by the metal frame at his feet and then started to easily drag it away. He left the tent with the cot.

“Don’t kill him!” Everett called after the man.

Phillip came back in seconds later. “Why not kill him?”

Why not indeed. Adam would’ve done everything to Cole that Luke and Dan had if given the chance, but somehow he thought there was enough bloodshed today. Two out of three hunters dead was more than enough for him at the moment.

Phillip was looking at him, still awaiting an answer. “Because he’s unconscious and missing his arm. It wouldn’t be right killing him when he can’t defend himself.”

Phillip’s face contorted with rage, and his eyes turned gold. “They kill us when we’re helpless.”

Shit. “I know, I know.”

“All the time.”

“I have something else to worry about other than him,” Everett said, unzipping the pack of medical supplies and finding it depressingly near empty. Most of the items had been used up on Adam, it seemed. His stump had been pretty heavily bandaged.

“Please just stick around here and help me with this. Don’t worry about him for now. He’s probably dying anyway.”

Phillip’s angry sneer turned into a curious frown as he stepped forward. “What would you like me to do?”

Everett thought about that for a minute. “Do you know a werewolf named James DeWitt?”

Cole woke up an hour after Everett convinced Phillip to go to the pack where Cole now lived. Phillip had heard the name of James DeWitt and become oddly guarded, but he still agreed with Everett that more help than this was needed.

Cole was a werewolf now, and despite how much Everett still didn’t understand how that worked, he would be needing his pack.

The only thing Everett would want to know was why they had failed to come and rescue Cole to begin with. That was part of what Everett ultimately didn’t get. Why was he so loyal to a pack that was barely loyal to him?

Of course, Everett being angry with them wouldn’t change the fact that he was still angry with himself for what he’d done, and for also allowing Cole to get so brutally hurt.

When Cole’s beautiful red-brown eyes opened and focused on him, and his face didn’t twist around in anger, Everett took him by the cheeks and kissed everywhere on his face.

Cole let him, and he reached up to pull Everett closer. Then he seemed to realize what he was lying on and nearly jumped up.

Everett put his hand against Cole’s chest, carefully avoiding the knife slices that were still scabbing there. “Easy, easy baby. You’re on a cot, not on the table.”

Cole relaxed, and he never took his eyes away from Everett’s face. His voice was hoarse as he asked, “How’d we escape?”

Everett swallowed around the lump in his own still-hurting throat. All that screaming they’d both done had taken its toll. “Another werewolf came and saved us. I think he was wild, and he killed Dan and Luke and then he let me loose. I brought you in here.”

Cole’s eyes widened a little, and he started to look around the tent they were both in. “We’re still in their camp?”

Everett nodded, taking Cole’s hand into his and clutching it tightly. “Yeah. I didn’t want to move you yet. The four-wheelers will still work, but they didn’t look like the right kind of vehicle to move an injured man in.”

He laughed a little as he spoke. The thought of trying to get Cole’s unconscious body comfortably on one of those things did seem a little laughable now that the immediate danger was out of the way. Had Cole been more severely injured, Everett would’ve done it in a heartbeat.

“I asked him if he knew your pack. He said he did, and I sent him off to go and get them. Don’t know how fast he can run, but if they’re getting around on their own vehicles, and we take the four-wheelers outside, we can meet up about halfway with your pack, and then you’ll be safe.”

“I’m sure they were looking for me,” Cole said. “I wasn’t gone that long. Maybe the wolf will run into them sooner, and we’ll meet up with them today.”

Everett didn’t think that was too likely, but he wanted to keep Cole in a good mood. He’d been through more than enough. “Yeah, maybe.”

Cole looked down at himself. He lifted his hands and flexed his fingers, and Everett looked down just as he wiggled his toes. Then he sighed. “They didn’t cut anything off.”

Everett winced. Cole had seen all the slice marks and bruises on himself, the spots that he couldn’t cover with bandages because there hadn’t been enough, but he still took his condition to be a good sign, as though it was the best he could hope for.

The sick thing was, that it was true. The hunters had pumped him full of drugs, cut him up, and stuck things under his fingernails, but he was still grateful they hadn’t done more.

More than ever, Everett was ashamed he’d ever been affiliated with such people.

“Hey, come here.”

Everett hadn’t realized that Cole was reaching for him until his hands touched his face. Everett jumped a little at the contact but then relaxed as Cole brought his face down and kissed him softly.

Everett gripped his shoulders tightly. Cole’s skin was warm and his body was already starting to recover. He couldn’t have asked for more.

“Don’t think about it,” Cole said when he pulled away. “It’s not your fault.”

Everett put his fingers in that auburn hair of his. It was soft, just like always. “It kind of is,” he said. “You sure you want to do this?”

Cole frowned at him. It was part annoyance and part confusion. “If you think for one second that I blame you for those men cutting me, you’re out of your mind. You were trying to keep me away from them. I know that. I love you, nothing that happened was your fault, and I’m not leaving you because we had a close call.”

Everett’s throat closed right up. He’d worried that Cole wouldn’t realize what he’d been doing earlier when he offered to go back with the hunters, but he did know. Despite everything, the man still trusted him. It was scary for him to realize how much that meant to him.

Everett kissed him again, harder this time, and when Cole gripped his hair tight enough that it hurt, he half climbed on top of him.

His cock had steadily been swelling as he and Cole talked and kissed. Their close call hadn’t just been scary, but it brought out all sorts of protective instincts in Everett that made him want to lay a claim to the man beneath him.

He didn’t want to take it very far, though. Cole had just been tortured, and his body was healing. It was bad enough that Everett had failed to protect him, but now he was on top of him, putting his tongue into Cole’s hot, delicious mouth and loving the way Cole returned every embrace.

He groaned when Cole reached down and palmed the swell of his dick, and then he pulled away. His voice was hoarse again, but in the good way this time. “Fuck, we can’t do this. You just woke up.”

Cole looked at him like he might’ve lost his mind, and then his pupils got to be very small. “I am not made of glass, and I want to fuck you as much as you do. If anything, it’ll be therapeutic.”

Therapeutic? Well, so long as he was okay, Everett was more than willing. “Are you sure?”

“Get your pants off right now,” Cole demanded.

Everett got off him, keeping careful of the still-unbandaged injuries, and did just that. He was going to need a bath again, and they were going to have to do it together, too.

Cole actually moaned when Everett’s cock came into view. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He reached out and grabbed Everett by the base of his dick and stroked him hard.

Everett groaned. “Fuck, you really do heal quickly.”

Cole grinned wolfishly at him, which kind of made sense considering he did have a wolf inside of him, sort of.

Then he winced. “Still kind of stings in spots. We can still do this, if you don’t mind being in a different position.”

Everett understood exactly what Cole was getting at.

There was some unscented sun lotion in one of the packs in the tent. Working in the sun all the time meant the stuff was practically an essential item to have while out on a hunt. There was also the spare blanket that he hadn’t put over Cole’s body because he didn’t want the rough fibers picking or pulling at the many open lines on Cole’s skin.

He folded the blanket eight times over until it was a thick lump, and he gave it to Cole to use as an extra pillow so he could lean up.

“There isn’t anything wrong with my back, you know,” he said, still sticking the extra pillow under his head.

“Yeah, but I don’t think you should be moving around too much right now anyway.”

Cole shrugged, but his eyes stayed glued to him as Everett climbed on top of him.

Everett put his leg over Cole’s hip and settled down. He squirted a little of the sunscreen in his hands and rubbed them together to warm them, and then he took Cole’s stiff cock in his hands and proceeded to massage him.

Cole’s hands went up to cover his mouth as his eyes went wide. Everett was rubbing the lotion into his cock like he was actually trying to keep it from getting a sunburn or something and not using it for lube.

He kept his eyes firmly on the man beneath him. Cole’s chest was marred with lines that may or may not turn into scars, he wasn’t sure about that, but it rose and fell in rapid succession as Everett put every ounce of effort into making this the best damn hand job Cole had ever gotten in his life.

The throaty gasps that came from his mouth were pleasurable, and Everett wanted to erase all the pain Cole had felt from his body.

And the sight and sounds of his lover were starting to take their own effect on Everett’s cock as it stood at attention between his legs, his balls sitting nicely on Cole’s thigh.

“Fuck! Everett,” Cole gasped, then reached above him and gripped the thin metal frame of the cot.

He was ready for more, and Everett could no longer wait. He lifted himself up onto his knees and then positioned the head of Cole’s cock at his pucker.

Like a switch being turned off, Cole’s eyes went wide as he looked at him. “You haven’t—”

“I can handle it,” he said and then sank down, allowing Cole’s heavy cock to fill him up and touch everything inside of him.

He had to squeeze his eyes shut against both the burning pain and the pleasure. It had been so long since he’d been on the receiving end of this. The last time had been with Cole, actually. That was one thing he hadn’t shared with Luke. He was glad to be able to do this with Cole, but now he needed a minute to get his bearings.

Worth it. It was so worth it.

Cole gripped him by the hips so tightly his fingers were definitely going to leave bruises. “Ride me, Rhett. Ride me.”

How could he say no to that sort of desperate begging?

Everett sucked up the pain he felt and just started to move, focusing only on what he liked until the pain left him entirely, and he was left with just the burn and the pleasure as Cole’s cock touched his prostate.

“I missed this so fucking much,” Everett said, falling down onto his hands and humping against Cole in a wild rhythm. Cole took advantage of how close his lips were and pressed long, glorious, openmouthed kisses on him as Everett shifted his hips up and down.

This wasn’t going to be slow lovemaking. This was fast and passionate and desperate. Cole must’ve had a thing with hair pulling that Everett had never really noticed before because his fingers were in Everett’s hair again, pulling him closer as they moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths.

The cot creaked and squeezed as it shifted wildly beneath them. It kind of reminded him of the lyrics from the song “Laid.”

He felt the end coming onto him soon. That pleasant tingle started in his balls, and they grew tight and heavy, and he picked up the pace, slamming himself back and forth against Cole’s perfect prick.

“I love you,” Everett said, and then he groaned before he reached down and grabbed his dick. His hands were still a little soft from the sun lotion, and his entire body jerked when he stroked himself. “Fuck!”

He came hard, spilling himself over Cole’s stomach and nearly reaching his chest.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Cole panted.

They reached for each other and kissed again. Now that Everett only had Cole’s orgasm to see to, his punched his body up and down on Cole’s dick. Cole squeezed his eyes shut and moaned against Everett’s mouth, so he clearly wasn’t in any sort of pain from his injuries.

“Come in me. I want to feel it,” Everett said, pressing his lips back onto Cole’s mouth, jaw, and neck.