Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (7 page)

He couldn’t believe it. “Are you laughing at me?”

The wolf got down on its belly and stuck a paw over its eyes, still making that sound.

“Knock it off,” Everett muttered, still hesitant to yell anything at a werewolf of all creatures.

Then the wolf did stop its laughing, and when it looked up at him, Everett froze. His fear came back onto him as he and Cole stared at each other. The wolf was just lying there, paws down and head up, all proper like. It didn’t look like it was about to rip his throat out. It didn’t look anything at all like the wild things he’d watched the other hunters kill.

Then, slowly, Cole lifted himself to his feet and approached.

Everett stayed perfectly still, and those golden eyes remained as cautious on him as Everett was sure his eyes were on Cole.

When he was close enough, Cole stretched out his neck and started sniffing at Everett’s legs. He still remained at a partial distance, as though he was afraid that Everett would try and kick him away.

In the beginning, he thought he might try something like that, but now everything was beginning to seem much less frightening. Those eyes were intelligent. Cole really wasn’t going to hurt him.

“You really are in there, aren’t you?” he asked.

Cole sat down and smiled at him, the way most dogs smiled. Mouth open, tongue out, he was the picture of innocence.

Everett laughed. The sound was part relief, part happiness, and part hysteria, but he was still mostly just happy.

His lover wasn’t a crazed animal. Cole really was going to be fine.

It was amazing the things Cole was capable of doing while he was still in wolf form. It seemed he still had his human mind to work with, despite the new body, and he was even able to grab the small key to the handcuffs with his mouth and bring it back to Everett so he could unlock himself.

It had been the final test for him. He couldn’t exactly reach out and take the key because of the way his hands were bound, but stretching out his fingers to Cole’s mouth had nearly made him break out in a sweat.

Cole had his lips pulled up, the key clenched between those sharp teeth. Everett had taken hold of the key and Cole had given it to him with no problems at all.

That was more than enough. When he was finally free, he got down on his knees, put his hands around Cole’s shoulders, and held him so tightly he was probably hurting him.

He didn’t care. It was almost like finding out his lover had come back from the dead. There was the werewolf thing, sure, but Cole was okay. He wasn’t dead, and he wasn’t a monster. He was okay.

They’d quickly gone hunting for something to eat after that. Cole did most of the work since Everett could barely keep up with him, but they’d worked out a simple system for communication. Cole would bark to get Everett’s attention from wherever he was, and if Everett asked any questions, it was one bark for yes and two for no.

Everett had lost sight of Cole for nearly twenty minutes, but he continued to try and track down something small that they could eat. It nearly killed him, trying to contain his impatience for the other man to return, but somehow he managed it. He didn’t want to be too clingy, after all.

That attitude left him the second Cole came back into sight through the trees. He was in his human form, naked, and carrying several dead pheasants by the legs.

“No buck?” Everett asked, locking his eyes onto Cole’s face to keep himself from looking down at his cock. He thought of how much he wanted to sink to his knees. His joints fought with him to do just that. He wanted to get down and put Cole’s dick in his mouth and suck him until the man was begging Everett to fuck him.

It didn’t help at all that Cole was hard.

“I think the bones of something like that would be a little harder to do away with,” Cole said, lifting his hand a little. “These should keep us in good shape.”

Everett nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Cole wet his lips, which also didn’t help Everett’s state of being. “I know what you’re thinking.”

That pulled Everett out of his lusty thoughts pretty damn quick. “You do?” His face went furnace hot. “I thought werewolves could only read the minds of other werewolves.”

“They can’t even do that. It’s complicated, but I’m not reading your mind. I’m reading your body. Your temperature just went up, I can hear your heart beating faster, and I can smell your lust.”

Everett was embarrassed but still extra aroused by this new fact.

Cole smiled at him. “I think cleaning these can wait a couple minutes. You and I should have a bath before we do anything, though.”

They walked back to their camp silently. There wasn’t anything to say. Cole had just basically told him they were going to have sex. That was good. That was exactly what he wanted, and he wanted it so badly he thought he would combust with the urge to sink his dick into Cole’s body.

They definitely needed a bath. They were both dirty and sweaty and disgusting, even if Cole looked ten times better now that he’d had his transformation. Still, Everett wished they didn’t have to wait until he could just throw Cole down and fuck him.

Cole put their birds on a flat rock and then started walking toward the river. He was already naked, so he didn’t have to undress. He just splashed his foot around to test the water.

“How cold is it?” Everett asked, taking off his jacket and pulling his shirt above his head.

Cole grinned at him. “It’s actually pretty warm today.”

Everett stopped with his hands on his belt buckle. “It is?”

“Well, not warm, but tolerable. We won’t jump in and freeze.”

The grin on Cole’s face let Everett know that he was thinking pretty much the same thing Everett was. They didn’t have to wait until the end of their bath to have sex.

“I don’t think you know how gorgeous you look like that,” Cole said.

“I—” Everett looked down at himself. He hadn’t realized the way he’d been standing, but it was suddenly reminding him of one of the many pin-up boys in those calendars. Shirtless, hands on their pants, as though about to take them off.

Cole had once told him that was his favorite pose in those magazines and calendars. Everett hadn’t realized he’d been doing it.

He looked over at his lover, warmth spreading through him. “I never forgot how gorgeous you look naked.”

He was even more beautiful when he blushed. “Come here,” Cole said, backing into the water.

His skin didn’t pebble, and he didn’t hesitate when the water came up to touch his dick and balls. The water really was nice.

What a happy surprise.

Everett couldn’t help the feeling of excitement that ran through him. He kicked off his boots and pants as fast as he could and practically ran to the water.

Cole saw him coming and tried to swim farther in, but he wasn’t fast enough to get away from him. He grabbed Cole around the shoulders and brought his face forward for a mouth-meshing kiss.

Cole might be faster than Everett was on land, but in the water, as far as speed went, they were on pretty equal footing.

Cole put his hands in Everett’s hair and gripped tightly, just the way Everett liked and remembered, and he moaned into Cole’s mouth. Their tongues clashed as they gripped each other and fought for supremacy. The water was lukewarm, but definitely not cold enough to do away with Everett’s erection. He pressed himself against Cole, their dicks gently touching at first, as though they were being reunited.

Cole lifted his leg over Everett’s hips and began humping against him, and the friction felt so good. Everett pressed back, but it wasn’t enough. He reached down and gripped the twin swells of Cole’s ass and brought him forward. The harder sensation was perfect, and they were both moaning against each other.

“Fuck that’s nice. I missed you,” Cole said with a sigh. He threw his head back just continued to ride against Everett’s hips.

Because they were in the water, it was much easier to hold Cole suspended like this as he bounced the other man on top of him. If someone were to look at them right now, it would almost look like they actually were fucking, but Everett hadn’t even scratched the surface of what he wanted to do to Cole just yet.

The current here was also weak, just barely floating by them, so there was no danger of Everett losing his footing and the both of them floating down river, even though the water went up to their chests. It was just the two of them enjoying each other, just like they used to.

Everett broke off their kiss in favor of licking and kissing at the base of Cole’s neck, then his upper chest, until he finally decided to hell with it, adjusted Cole’s weight on top of him, and then bent his head to take one of those pink nipples into his mouth.

Cole’s breathy moans just became louder, and the back-and-forth motion of his hips became sharper and stronger.

Cole was about to come, and so quickly, too. Maybe that meant he hadn’t had anyone in a while. Maybe he’d had no one since he and Everett were separated.

He liked that idea. He only wished he could say the same.

“Oh, fuck! Rhett! Fuck!” Cole cursed, the water splashing around them as he moved harder and faster against him.

A warmth spread around his hips under the water as Cole came, and it was nearly enough that Everett came with him, knowing he could still bring a reaction like this out of the man.

Cole’s arms tightened around Everett’s shoulders as his tight body went lax. Everett pulled his mouth away as Cole relaxed his body against his. Everett never felt more love for the man in his entire life than when Cole put his leg down and rested his head on Everett’s shoulder.

Cole reached his hand down and quickly found Everett’s erection, but Everett pushed his hand away before he could do anything to him.

Cole looked curiously at him.

Everett had to get this out of him. “I’m sorry, for being a hunter, and for kidnapping you.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

“Yes, I do,” Everett said, lifting one of Cole’s hands out of the water so that he could see the bruising that was still on his wrists from when he’d shackled him. They were healing now, and the skin was no longer peeling, but he still could hardly believe he’d been so wrong.

“I put you in chains and threatened your life.”

Cole actually grinned a bit at him. “You thought I would turn into a violent monster at any second and kill you. I wouldn’t worry about it. I’m not holding any grudges. Not to downplay your apology or anything either, but I’m thinking that we’re going to have to get a pair of handcuffs for later.”

Everett would like to use the ones they had now, but all things considered, he didn’t think it was the safest time to be tying each other up anymore. Not with the men Everett had worked with on his tail. Plus, those handcuffs were made of silver.

Cole put his hand on the back of Everett’s head and pulled him forward for a chaste kiss. “Stop thinking about it. You’re forgiven. I just…I don’t want to be clingy or anything, but I’m just really glad to have you back, and I want to keep you close for now.”

Everett blew out a laugh. “I was thinking the exact same thing about you earlier. About how I was going to try not to be clingy.”

“We’ll set some ground rules later, right now…” Cole took hold of Everett’s hand and brought it down beneath the water. He wasn’t sure what Cole meant to do with his hand, at first, but then he felt the erection Cole sported, and his eyes went wide.

“Jesus Christ, it’s been less than a minute!”

Cole was still smiling stupidly at him. “I know. Isn’t it great?”

“It’s because you’re a werewolf?” Everett asked. He kept looking down into the water, trying to see the firm cock for himself, but at the depth they stood in, the water was too dark for him to see it. That was fine because he could feel it perfectly.

“Yeah, and it’s one of the best parts about being a werewolf. In fact, it’s tied with the actual shift itself. Now if you don’t mind too much.” Cole lifted himself partially out of the water and wrapped both legs around Everett’s hips. Again, being in the water made his body somewhat lighter to hold onto, especially since it wasn’t like there was a wall he could push Cole’s back up against.

There were more questions this brought to Everett’s mind, but his dick was still pulsing for attention between his legs and pressing against the crack of Cole’s ass, and his balls were growing tight and uncomfortable.

He shifted Cole around enough so that Everett could comfortably reach his hand under and press his finger against Cole’s hole. Then he stopped.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

“What? What is it?”

“We have no lube, and I don’t think the water will cut it.”

Cole seemed thoughtful for only half a second. “We can try it anyway. I mean, I haven’t had sex or anything yet, but I’ve been told that it doesn’t really hurt too much without it. Because I’m a werewolf and all. The water might be enough for me.”

Everett wasn’t entirely convinced, but his dick was doing all the thinking for him as Cole moved back and forth gently, creating a torturous sort of friction with his ass against Everett’s cock.