Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (14 page)

Cole pushed back against him as much as he was able to, and a sharp shout escaped his throat right as Everett felt that familiar swelling inside him before the warmth spurted into his body.

He didn’t slow down. He went fast, milking Cole’s cock for as long as he could before it was over and Cole’s body was released from the tight coil it had become.

Everett couldn’t help himself. He lay on top of the man for a little while, enjoying his body heat and just the feel of him. He wanted to go to sleep, but that was out of the question. He lifted himself up and was about to get off the cot when Cole gripped him by the arms. “Can you stay here?”

Everett wanted nothing better than to get back into bed with him, but as much as he wanted to, he didn’t think spooning against his lover was the best idea. He could already see that the cuts that had been on Cole’s hips and legs, some of them anyway, had started to gently bleed again from where Everett had been sitting and rubbing against him. That little pool of semen on his stomach wouldn’t be good if it got into any of the wounds either. He assumed.

Cole looked so hopeful that it was difficult for him to say now. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to those pink lips instead in a chaste kiss. “Give me a second to go and check things outside and I’ll be back.

Cole smiled, and Everett was able to leave the tent.

He could clean the wounds and maybe sneak a nap in with the man. He didn’t look like he was in pain, so the bleeding couldn’t be that severe, and most of his upper body was bandaged anyway. So long as he was gentle, Cole should be fine.

Everett only wanted to check on the one prisoner they still had to worry about outside of the tent.

Though Adam was incredibly injured, Everett had tied him down to the cot, just in case he did wake up or something and tried to sneak up on them. As unlikely as that was, Everett didn’t want to play with any odds right now.

Adam was right where Everett and Phillip had left him. The only difference was that now he was dead. He certainly looked dead, at any rate. Everett reached his hand down and put his fingers against the cold, white neck.

Nothing. He was dead all right.

Everett shook his head. He wondered if Adam would’ve picked becoming a werewolf if he’d known that letting Dan chop off his entire arm miles away from any people, or even a hospital, would kill him.

Better yet, how could he have not known it would kill him?

His eyes were already shut, so it wasn’t like Everett needed to do it for him, but even though the guy was his enemy, it felt weird to have the body exposed like this. Adam hadn’t known any better, just like Everett hadn’t. This could easily be him lying here instead of Adam, but he’d been lucky enough to find Cole again and really learn the truth for himself.

Everett adjusted Adam’s arm so it was lying peacefully on his chest and then pulled the blanket up over his face. The scent of death was already in the air. Maybe that was what was keeping the bears and other real wolves away from the scent of blood. Would they go after something if that other smell was in the air? He was going to have to ask to find out.

Everett was just about to get back into the tent and proceed with his nap with his lover before one other thing caught his eye.

The place where Luke’s body had been, Everett hadn’t even gone near it because he hadn’t wanted to see Luke’s mangled form, and because the man had also actively tortured Cole, he also didn’t want to give him any of the respect he’d given to Adam in death.

The spot where the body should’ve been was empty.

Everett rushed back into the tent where Cole was. It seemed he had fallen asleep while Everett was outside, and though he knew the man needed to regain his energy, he had to get him up and moving.

So much for rest.

“Cole, baby, wake up.”

Cole jerked awake, some of that mild panic back in his eyes before he noticed it was Everett standing above him. “What is it?”

Everett was already moving away from the cot and gathering up his clothes. There might be some extra pants and a T-shirt belonging to the hunters that Cole could wear, and then there were the few supplies that were left over. At least there were still lots of guns and ammo. All of them would need to be taken.

“Luke is gone. We need to get out of here.”

Cole managed to sit up a little with a wince. With nothing else available to him, he wiped his stomach off with one of the spare sheets. “Do you think he’s a werewolf?”

Everett looked at the other man. Cole was a new werewolf, but he still knew more about this than Everett did. “If he was infected, would he have been able to survive that kind of attack? You didn’t see it, but that other wolf wasn’t exactly showing him any mercy.”

Cole managed to kick his legs over the side of the cot. “From what I understand, it happens. My alpha, James, he infected his mate when the guy got shot in the chest, and that allowed him to survive.”

“Perfect,” Everett muttered, because now it meant that they might have a wild werewolf out there stalking them. “I don’t like the idea of putting you on one of those four-wheelers right now, but—”

“I can handle it,” Cole said, and he stood up.

Everett had to look at him and realize that he really did look like he would be all right. His skin was hardly pale and covered with sweat like it had been when Everett first brought him into the tent, and he had a nice flushed color to him.

That could’ve been because of the sex, but it was still there. Werewolf healing was an amazing thing, but Everett was human, and he still had all the small wounds and cuts he’d accumulated over the last couple of hours.

“Okay, we should go then.”

“Maybe I should just get into my wolf form. I’ve never been very good at driving,” Cole said.

A long howl pierced the air outside from some unknown distance, and they both froze and looked at each other.

Everett was the one to snap out of it first. He grabbed a spare pair of pants and shirt from one of the luggage bags and tossed it at Cole to catch.

“We’re traveling too far, you’re going to need to keep your energy, and there’s a killer wolf out there. You can ride with me.”

Cole must’ve agreed with him because he quickly shoved his legs into the pants and followed him outside. The keys were still in the four-wheelers, and Everett checked the gas on both ones that were available to drive, and then he and Cole got onto the one that had the most fuel in it.

Another howl sounded. Everett looked behind him. Cole was staring into the trees.

“Cole! Get over here!”

Cole turned around and ran to him. He jumped onto the spot right behind Everett just as he let go of the lever and the wheels kicked up dirt.

“Jesus Christ!” Cole yelled.

Everett risked looking into the little side mirror and saw what Cole was cursing at. A huge white wolf had broken through the trees, and it was larger than even Cole was.

It was shaking dust out of its face that the four-wheeler had kicked up, which was probably the only reason why they hadn’t been jumped on and torn to shreds.

Cole was right to curse. They were getting out of here just in time.

The wolf didn’t just let them go. It started chasing them after that. This wasn’t going to be an easy escape. With the both of them so far away from the help of Cole’s pack, they might not even escape at all. The wolf was actually managing to keep up with the four-wheeler. There were no signs of slowing down because it was tired. That creature was loaded with adrenaline, and it wanted to kill the both of them.

Everett was torn between making the vehicle go as fast as it possibly could or going just a notch beneath that speed so he could avoid the coming trees and giant boulders and large shrubs, anything that would make them crash, really.

Cole’s hands were roaming around his stomach before moving lower to his crotch, and it took Everett a second to realize what the man was doing after Cole’s hands went lower than that and found the bag of guns.

That was why he loved the man behind him. He knew what to do in case of an emergency.

Cole unzipped the bag and pulled out a Glock, which was easier said than done considering the speed they were moving at, as well as the incredibly bumpy terrain.

“Is it loaded?” Cole shouted into his ear.

Everett certainly hoped it still was. He hadn’t actually had the time to check all the weapons before they’d packed them and ran for it.

He made his best guess instead. “Yes.”

Cole had his one arm wrapped around Everett’s shoulders for balance, and Everett felt the way he half turned to point the gun.

Looking in the mirror, Everett’s heart jumped with how close the wolf was to them.

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear. It was really fucking close in that case. Everett could see the yellow of its teeth and the rage in its eyes. “Shoot it!”

Cole pulled the trigger. The wolf stumbled back and released a whine of pain, but it shook itself off and kept right on going.

“Aim for its head,” Everett yelled over his shoulder.

“I’m trying!”

The wolf came dangerously close again, and Cole pulled the trigger again.

This time, when Everett glanced in the mirror, he saw the spatter of blood that erupted from the upper leg area. Again, this managed to slow down the wolf and send him back several steps, but he didn’t stop.

Everett drove on for several yards before the wolf shook itself off and then gave chase again. It looked like there was actually steam coming from its ears.

Screw doing this the safe way. Everett made the machine beneath him go as fast as it could go.

“Shoot him again!” he yelled, watching as the wolf was nearly on them again.

There was no loud bang behind him, and the wolf lunged. Everett made a sharp turn around a heavy set of tall trees, dodging what would have been a killing bite for both him and Cole. The wolf skidded to a stop and then kept right on chasing.

“Shoot him, Cole!” Everett yelled.

“I’m trying! The gun’s jammed!”

Fucking fantastic, and Cole was a wolf, not a hunter. He wouldn’t know what to do to get it working again.

Cole apparently decided to abandon the gun and just reach around for another weapon to use. Everett clenched his teeth. Not only was it dangerous for Cole to be blindly handling weapons like that, loaded weapons on top of everything else, but there was nothing else in there that he could shoot with one hand like the Glock.

“Just hang on!” Everett yelled behind him.

Thankfully Cole did as he was told again and wrapped both of his arms around Everett’s chest and held on, right in time before Everett ran over a particularly gnarled tree root that jarred the entire vehicle and sent their bag of weapons flying out from between Everett’s feet and off of their four-wheeler.

“God fucking damn it!” he yelled. It was difficult to fight the urge to not turn around and get the guns, but the giant wolf was still on their trail.

He had to perform another sharp turn to prevent the wolf from catching them, and they zoomed down a hill at speeds he hadn’t thought were possible.

They were slapped in the face with branches and leaves that were outstretched in their path. This area of the woods was so dense that his only hope was that he was throwing off the wolf a little, even if the giant monster would still be able to smell them and hear the roaring of the engine.

The wolf didn’t slow down at all. When they made it out of the thicket, it was still behind them and as close as ever.

“I can fight him!” Cole yelled.

“Don’t even think about it!” Everett fired back, turning his head to try at look into Cole’s face. His eyes were gold, and he was itching to go over there and fight the werewolf who was attempting to kill the both of them. Maybe it was an alpha thing, but Everett didn’t care. Cole would die if he tried to take on a creature that size.

Cole glared back at him, but then his eyes widened and mouth dropped as he looked ahead.

Everett turned back to face where they were going just in time to duck out of the way of a long, low, and thick tree branch that was coming their way. He and Cole managed to avoid getting hit, but he still felt the way the hairs on the top of his head flew back as the branch sailed by.

The crash and snapping sound of wood said that the wolf hadn’t been so lucky. Everett had learned his lesson and wasn’t about to take his eyes away from the direction they were going in to check on what had happened.

He didn’t care what happened to that other wolf. He only hoped that the wolf knocked itself out and now couldn’t follow them while Everett tried to get both him and Cole back to Cole’s pack in one piece.

After moving several yards with no hungry snarls following behind, against his better judgment, Everett slowed the four-wheeler to a stop to see what was going on, but he didn’t turn the engine off.

The large white body shifted, and then Luke wobbly got back to his feet, or paws, whatever. He shook himself off, dust and leaves and hair flying around as he did so, and his angry eyes locked back onto his targets.