Loved by a Werewolf (2 page)

Then they advanced again and Jex still couldn’t move. He wasn’t thinking about the beast that growled as if he was a panther or a bear. He wasn’t thinking about the fact that he was about to be fucked up by men who hated his father—or did they—and wanted more money than his punk arse was worth. At least his father would pay. That was a bonus in this fucked thing.

A roar deafened Jex’s ears as the beast entered the clearing. Jex couldn’t see anything at all as the sound vibrated through his body, causing fear to pierce his very soul, trailed by goosebumps that pricked his skin so fast, he shuddered. The blood in his body decided to heat up like an oven and push into his cock, making him hard so fast, he ached from the awkward position in which his cock had originally been stuffed in his jeans.

Jex had always had this problem, and he wasn’t sure why that was, but fear turned him on. He’d realised this with his first real crush—Dutch, who wasn’t that big of a man, though taller than Jex by a few inches, and who happened to have been only fourteen years old at the time. Yet, the chap stood still, and fear rolled off him. It had taken a long time, even after he learnt that the guy was a hired killer and worked for his dad, but still it was something more than the person.

Jex had learnt a few things, but especially he knew this from watching a video with one of his old friends from the school he was attending at that time—he never remembered their names, not after he was forced to leave them behind. The video was a fetish one about rape, and even though it had been heterosexual, Jex had only seen the way the rapist’s hand held down the woman by her neck. Later that night, Jex, with his palm wrapped around his dick, could only think of heat behind him, holding him down and fucking the life outta him.

That fantasy never left him, but became stronger. It was his reason for liking Dutch. When Jex realised it, the man himself drifted out of his mind, but not the need for his lover to hold him captive.

A high-pitched scream lit up the night behind Jex. He wondered briefly when a female had shown up before everything came back and his eyes blinked into the moon-drenched darkness where six men were scrambling around to face off with a…a—was that a werewolf?

It was odd-shaped, if so, like something crossed between the werewolf from
The Wolfman
and
Lupin
in
Harry Potter 3
, that half beast that stood on its hind legs and sloped slightly as if it wasn’t comfortable with its height or wasn’t used to his shape. It wasn’t awkward, though. Jex didn’t think it was new to him, just different feet than what he normally stood on.

The men around him shook. The shaking was so physical, it was evident to Jex. He could almost feel it in his own body—or was he the one who was actually shaking? One of the men was whimpering slightly as he held the gun up to his shoulder, pointing at the beast that just stood there on the opposite side of the clearing from him.

It’s thighs were thick, covered with hair. Jex could see the hair glitter in the night. He gulped down a thick lump in his throat and his mouth went dry, but his gaze couldn’t stop roaming over the beast. He was caught up in the lust that took his body away from the fear of what it was going to do to him, and the fascination of the fact that there was a fucking werewolf, just standing there, watching them. They were all waiting for something to happen.

Ripped bits of dark fabric hung between the werewolf’s thighs. The material guarded the cock that Jex knew he hid behind them. It was odd that the fabric was there at all. Jex shrugged it off with an odd twist of disappointment, but then moved his gaze further up the werewolf’s body.

Jex’s eyes seemed to caress the beast. It wasn’t conscious, and to be honest, he couldn’t seem to stop himself, but the waist of the werewolf came next. Its tight shape had long lines and hips that had something familiar to them, but he was more than sure that was because it looked human. No wonder the pants stayed on, though the button was popped and the zipper down, letting Jex see a darkness that tightened up his stomach. He licked his lips and sent another hateful word or two at the moon for not lighting up the ground as nicely as it was the sky. He’d love to have seen the depths of what was hidden.

The beast had ripped abs on his stomach, the muscles moving as he breathed heavily. They weren’t quite shaped the way of a man who had crunched too much, but more like the definition of polished muscles that seemed to tremble as they sat still, as if there was just too much energy running through the body to stop it.

Its chest was the same, oddly shaped, not quite like a male. Its lungs moved with its belly, and its nipples were tiny dots that stood out to Jex’s gaze. It had shoulders covered in fur that glittered, which Jex concluded made it blond. His best mate had blond hair. It was that golden white blond, and in certain lights, it would cause odd effects.

The werewolf’s neck also had hair covering it, except the soft line up the front where its Adams apple made shadows play. Again, like Matt. Odd how that happened —Matt was more a part of his world than Jex had first thought. Now, everyone he saw had a likeness that took Jex’s mind straight to him. Even this beast.

Jex swallowed. He was hard, and getting harder, and he really needed to readjust before he hurt himself because of the awful twist that was happening inside his pants. The only reason he hadn’t was because the pain was like a slow drug that added to the fear and numbed his body with a need for more.

The beast snorted softly and Jex’s mind shook itself. Still caught in a lustful inspection, his gaze rose to its face. It was a face that was more wolf than it was man. Its muzzle jutted out, hiding the close pattern of its mouth in the shadows from the moonlight. Jex really wanted it to open its mouth, show off the sharp teeth that lay in that depth. Thin hair covered the whole face, longer on the forehead and over what Jex would assume was the beast’s eyebrows, if it had any. Shadows hid its eyes from Jex. They were sunken in enough to hide everything of the chap

Jex’s breath shallowed out. It was that type of look that you had to be close to, to really
see
what the person was thinking. It was something Matt had, and the first thing about the guy Jex had noticed. And the one thing that kept him noticing.

“What the fuck is that?” A deep male voice, coming from Dark Average cut into Jex’s mind and his lingering look at the werewolf. He blinked back to himself and looked around at the men, all standing stock still with their weapons up and jaws dropped.

Apparently, the werewolf had forgotten them as well, because it shook its head and slowly took in the others.

Checking for weaknesses
?

“It’s a werewolf, dumbarse,” Lamp Post said.

“Fuck off. Werewolves aren’t real,” Deep Voice snapped back.

“Not real! Then what the fuck it
that
?” Lamp Post replied, using his gun to emphasise his words.

“Who gives a fuck? Shoot the fucker and I’ll grab the kid, then we can get out of here and have some fun,” the leader sneered.

It was the wrong fucking thing to say.

Jex’s eyes went wide and his heart kicked up another notch, making his dick jerk, letting him know he was getting too hot. He was leaking. Not that he could move to check. The scene in front of him completely captivated him.

On a roar that sounded like a muffled version of the word mine—or was that Jex’s brain hearing things?—the beast leaped forward. The leader held his gun up and shot straight away. The shotgun pellets landed twice on the beast in the upper thigh, the other shots going wide. The weapon had more, or maybe a better person was handling the gun, and each shell hit the beast in its stomach, thigh, and a couple into his back as the beast opened his jaw and clamped those big teeth on the sides of the man’s face. The gun went off, but it went haywire, and it wasn’t long before the victim was one the ground, the beast on top of him, one of its legs crushing the gun into the dirt.

Jex felt heat shift into his own body. He felt a burning that hurt in a numb sort of way, as if he was in shock. It didn’t help at all, but it got his hands moving and his gaze shifted to himself. He didn’t see any blood, and his fingers didn’t brush anything wet, so he hadn’t been hit. Great, that was great. He took a huge breath, but the dull-heated pain was still there, and it was in places that the beast had gotten shot at. So, sympathy? Didn’t matter now, anyway. He’d think about it later. If there
was
a later.

On its own, and without Jex being able to stop it, his hand drifted down to his pants. He tried to move his cock through the fabric so he wasn’t in so much pain, but it didn’t want to budge. So, with quick moves, and while his head turned to see the scene playing out in front of him, he popped the button on his jeans and shoved his hand into his undies, moving his cock so it rested parallel to stomach. His hands stayed buried deep, his palm pushing into the base of his cock as his fingers wrapped around his balls, gathering them up and pulling them out of his body enough to still the need to spill slightly as he massaged his sack.

Man, it felt good. Jex groaned softly as his hips pushed forward, making him aware of the fact that his cock pressed nicely against his arm. It wasn’t perfect, but he could almost believe it was another cock rubbing up against his own.

The werewolf growled, sounding different from the first time, almost soft. Jex’s head snapped up, his eyes locked on the werewolf’s face without a second thought, and he noticed it was looking at him. Blood dripped from its muzzle as it hung open slightly, its eyes still watching Jex.

It was watching Jex with his hand down his pants while the carnage lay littered at the feet of the beast. Had he taken that long? The beast had taken down Bold Lump and Lamp Post while Jex had been adjusting himself.

“Fuck,” Average Blonde said, his voice squeaking slightly.

The werewolf again shook its head, as if it hadn’t meant to get caught up in Jex. It made Jex want to smile. It made him feel like he held a little bit of power over this powerful beast. That was hot, which was something he’d not felt before. The fear was still there, causing him to shudder, but the power in front of him caused his mind to forget that it was a beast and to focus on what it could make him do. Then there were the looks that took the world away from the beast’s mind and made him focus on the rest. Jex felt it…that bubble of power under his skin, and it caused his cock to leak onto his arm and his fingers to convulse around his nuts.

Jex licked his lips. Was this what it felt like? What the real thing that came from his dreams felt like? Was this power of being in control while he was powerless, the reason people got into it so deeply? Still, just that tiny prick of power lit up his insides and made him want to please the person or beast that helped put it there.

His heart leaped up another notch. He felt it under his fingers as his cock swelled more, causing him to grit his teeth so that he wouldn’t come. He couldn’t—not yet. Not when the person—okay, beast—wasn’t able to watch what it did to him.

A scream sounded again, but cut off with a gargle, and something tingled just under Jex’s ribs. It hurt a little, in the way the other ones did, and made his hips shift forward again, causing his dick to dribble some more as the pressure and shifting of skin on skin made him swallow hard.

If he were smart, he’d have moved his hand out of his pants. It seemed that would have been the easiest way to fight off the orgasm, but he couldn’t. Jex was yet again caught, unable to move except for his fingers as they massaged his balls, his fingertips rubbing every so often against the skin just behind them.

The werewolf had only two more men to deal with. Baby Face was frozen solid to the ground, his mouth open, looking at his fallen brothers. Deep Voice wobbled on jittery feet, creeping backwards inch by inch, trying, it seemed, to get away without the beast noticing.

The beast
did
notice, and with a growl that made a new wave of fear cause sweat to spot up on Jex’s forehead, the werewolf stepped forward once, and that was it. The man was moving, but not fast enough. The beast had smooth moves that transfixed Jex and oddly made him sweat some more, only this time, an image of Matt played in his mind as the werewolf took hold of his vision.

It was odd, but hot, as both power and fear curled around a guy that Jex had liked for so long, he’d almost forgotten the ache in his cock whenever Matt was near. Really, Matt had always held his attention. At first, it was only lust, though Jex had been able to hide it. Then came friendship, which had seemed to trump the lust that always sat just under the surface. Jex didn’t want to ruin it by making a play at a dude who wouldn’t want him—a man that wasn’t gay, or at least that’s what Jex thought. He’d never brought up the subject for fear that question would come back at him, and he couldn’t lie, though he couldn’t tell the truth, either. What if Matt freaked and Jex’s dad found out?

Shaken out of his thoughts by that scream-gargle again, Jex looked up to see that the werewolf had the frozen man’s blood leaking down his shirt from under its hands that had been clutching at his throat moments before. He dropped to his knees and then onto his front, face down in the mud.

The wolf was still moving, though, catching up to the runner and leaping onto his back, his feet digging into the flesh just above his arse, his hands curled around his shoulders. And when his mouth sank into his neck, the victim screamed out long and loud, the sound echoing through the trees right before the wolf twisted his neck. The victim finally landed on his face just like his friend.

A few more seconds of silence stretched through the clearing as the werewolf stayed curled over the prey under him, then lifted its head and howled up into the sky.

It was a long and drawn out howl that seemed to hold meaning, even if Jex wasn’t sure what that was. It put triumph and aching sadness in the single sound before it snapped its jaw shut and turned its face to train its gaze on Jex.