The Last Werewolf (The Weres of Europe) (9 page)

But his blue eyes, like sapphires, spoke of a different kind of want.

Despite his damn fine looks, his expression was a bit sheepish, and slightly blushing. Rik had planned on laughing at the man’s pathetic attempt at a pickup, but that look was too endearing to do so. And what came next just confirmed how absolutely adorable the man was.

“Smile if you think I’m so funny you want to spend the night with me.”

Now the man’s cheeks were positively beet-red. He was obviously more than aware of how awfully ridiculous he sounded, but that quick flash of a grin, pearly white teeth showing, was tentative and sweet, and Rik just had to smile at that.

As they were both leaning against the main bar counter, their stances mirrored each other in a laidback, easy way, and the guy looked pleased at getting a positive response out of his funny come-on. But Rik could tell the man was unaccustomed to these sorts of hook-ups. And that just made him hotter for the gorgeous guy. “Hi, I’m Rik.”

“I’m Leevi.” His rural accent was cute, and Rik’s body flushed with heat.

Then Leevi extended his hand in a formal handshake. Rik had not expected that given their informal surroundings. Nonetheless, the reaction to clasp the offered hand was pure reflex.

Only it didn’t feel like a hand touching him, but a live wire or a thunderbolt, sending shockwaves coursing through his body. Like magic, Rik had never experienced such a strange, bewildering response to a mere first physical contact.

It shook him to the core as Leevi shook his hand, and from the blue flames in the man’s eyes, he must have felt it too.

This really almost topped the sex that he knew would come. This reckless lightning-speed, get-to-know-enough-about-you-to-fuck-you-tonight routine held such promise of things to come.

And, damn, Rik wanted to come with this guy. “Wanna get out of here?”

Honking his horn at a small car blocking the fast lane with his dawdling, Rik slowly moved to the right lane. He barely controlled the urge to flip the guy and instead preoccupied his hand with turning on the windshield wipers to ward off the drizzle that had begun.

It had been a long time since he’d thought about that first night with Leevi. The warm tightening of his chest didn’t promise anything but more heartache.

But Leevi had been so gentle that first time they were together, so attentive and open that Rik had fallen for him right then and there. He had never really thought of himself as either-or, gay or straight. He was an equal-opportunity modern-day Casanova who saw what he liked and went for it, regardless of gender.

He’d been able to tell that Leevi was into guys. Not that on the way to his hotel room, Leevi had been on a business trip for his garage, his eyes hadn’t briefly veered to pretty girls passing by, but Rik was certain Leevi preferred his company to any of theirs.

And that conclusion had been confirmed when they’d reached Leevi’s hotel room at Sokos Hotel Vaakuna with a spectacular view over the rooftops of the railway station. Leevi had barely given Rik the chance to stagger backward properly before he had lifted him up and thrown him onto the queen-size bed with a light-colored wooden headboard of sleek, modern design, plump white pillows, and crisp white sheets.

“Easy, man,” Rik chuckled into Leevi’s rough kisses that tasted of beer and, for some reason, blueberries. He must have had a drink of blueberry schnapps earlier. “I’m not going anywhere.”

That statement made Leevi stop and actually look a little embarrassed over his frantic behavior. His grin was both baffled and apologetic. “Sorry. I guess I just want you too much.”

Heat pooled in Rik’s groin, and his cock stood up in attention. He smiled reassuringly. “It’s no problem. But unless they’re kicking you out of here within the next half an hour, I think we can take our time.”

Leevi cocked his head to left, a curious expression on his ruggedly handsome face with light stubble that Rik wanted to scratch and those lengthy fair tresses he wanted to wind around his fingers. The man seemed confused, like he didn’t know what to do.

“You all right, man?” Rik asked concerned. “This isn’t your first time, is it?” Rik himself had been with three guys prior to Leevi, but only one had lasted beyond one night, and even that had ended after a fortnight. Most of his one-night stands had been with women.

A salacious grin broke over Leevi’s face. “No. Not my first time. Just not used to picking up guys at clubs. Been sticking pretty close to home until now.” Kneeling between Rik’s splayed legs, Leevi said in a lower, more cautious tone, “But I do want you. You do too, right?”

At that Rik let out a relieved laugh. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Leevi sighed and got comfortable, sitting on his heels on the bed, the position tightening his already taut jeans near to breaking point, hugging the man’s strong thighs like a second skin that Rik wanted to lick all over. Leevi’s fingers flicked rather expertly over Rik’s fly, popping the button on top open and unzipping to reveal the thin layer of Rik’s lucky underwear made of black silk. They’d cost a fortune but were well worth it every time his lover, man or woman, got their first glimpse of them. Leevi’s right hand began to rub the hard outline of Rik’s cock that swelled bigger and harder with every caress. Each time Leevi touched him a tingle went through his body, although not as shocking as the first time they brushed hands.

“Oh, yeah,” Rik huffed as his head fell back to the mattress. The hotel room’s windows were soundproof, so, even though the hotel was situated in the very heart of the city, no outside noise could be heard. Only the slight hiss of skin on silk. It was luxury and ecstasy in one, Rik thought, and gave in to being cherished.

“Why did you choose me, Rik?”

He was so busy feeling that rough hand massage his cock that it took Rik a moment to realize Leevi had addressed him. “Huh?” He peered up through the brown strands of his hair that had fallen over his eyes as his head had dropped onto the mattress. Though Leevi’s big palm did not stop doing those heavenly things to him, Rik could tell the man was serious.

Why had he? The guy was funny in a curiously unfunny way, there’d been a mixture of shyness and self-confidence that Rik had found fascinating, and then there was the scent. Even back at DTM, where odors of all sorts from perfumes and colognes to drinks and snacks abounded, Leevi’s unique smell had reached Rik’s nostrils from the instant the man had leaned near his ear from behind him to whisper those cheesy words. Earthy and musky. Not cologne as far as Rik could tell, but surely no man could smell so fantastic naturally? That intoxicating flavor lingering on his senses had made him turn around despite the ludicrous enticement.

Rik jerked out of his reminiscences as he suddenly recalled where he had smelled the alluring aroma before that had attracted him to Summer. It was similar to what had been exuded by Leevi that night, and what Leevi had later explained was part of the bonding process. How curious, though, that the same reaction should happen with a human woman.

Going back to his musings, Rik remembered his response to Leevi’s question. “The obvious answer? You’re sizzling hot.” Leevi blushed with a sheepish expression at Rik’s reply. “And I had a feeling you wouldn’t treat me too rough during or like trash after.” Both of those Rik had experience of. With both men and women. Some men liked proving their overwhelming physical prowess as borderline violence during sex, and some women felt sleazy the morning after, so they left as soon as they got their war paint back on, making Rik feel used. Perhaps those were universal emotions for all genders in this day and age. At least Summer had left him a note before disappearing into thin air like morning mist.

Leevi’s face darkened as a shadow passed over him. “I will never do that to you, or to anyone.”

Rik had no doubt about the veracity of Leevi’s words for reasons he couldn’t define. It was instinctual. “I believe you.” Smiling as he spoke, Rik felt a warmth spreading in his chest, agreeing with his own statement.

Seemingly relieved, Leevi returned the smile and nodded. “Good.”

Bucking his hips, Rik enticed Leevi to resume his gentle ministrations. “You’re hot and all, but I’m dying over here. How about you do something with—”

His grin feral, Leevi lowered himself until his face was pressed against Rik’s groin. He rubbed his face against the hot cock hidden, but not out of sight, in Rik’s underwear. Leevi mouthed the length of Rik’s shaft through the silk, his hot breath wet and ticklish even through the thin layer of fabric. Moaning, Rik felt like he was floating, and his hips jumped up just as his cock twitched desperately.

Sniffing, Leevi seemed to inhale the scent of Rik’s arousal deep into his lungs, rubbing his face all over. That was the hottest damn sight he’d ever seen, Rik thought as he watched the man’s actions in deep excitement. He’d never seen a man, let alone a woman, respond like that, as though his groin was the most sensual spot in the world. “Oh, shit,” he groaned in delight, his head falling back on the bed.

The next thing he became aware of was Leevi’s growling. It was sort of arousing, sort of scary, but Rik couldn’t help but watch in fascination when Leevi slid Rik’s underwear down to his thighs and then yanked them completely off. It was a curiously heady sensation to lay there naked and exposed when his lover was still fully clothed, and Rik’s face flushed. He was so turned on he feared one actual brush of fingertips on his cock would set him off like
Old Faithful
.

As soon as Rik was stripped bare, though, Leevi’s head dipped down again, his face buried in Rik’s brown pubic hair, nuzzling and kind of nibbling on the skin, and all the while Rik could discern that low rumbling noise from Leevi’s throat. The growl. The vibrations of it he felt on his sensitive skin, giving him goose-bumps. Leevi licked long, unbroken wet lines along the crease where his groin met his thigh, sucking up hickeys everywhere. Rik’s skin was on fire, little flames lit just underneath his skin, as if burning Leevi’s touch into his tactile memory for all time.

“Damn, Leevi. You’re driving me crazy.”

The only response Leevi offered was more rubbing his face over Rik’s erogenous zone, as if making sure Rik’s scent was all over his skin. Caressing Rik’s taut balls with his nose and cheeks, Leevi used every bit of his mouth to make Rik lose his sanity or self-control, whichever came first. Leevi’s suction of his balls, licking and laving, continued until Rik was reduced to a quivering mass of wanton flesh. And only then did Leevi lather Rik’s dick from base to tip with his tongue, sucking on the crown, causing Rik to moan loudly. His legs fell open more, and he knew how lascivious, but natural, the gesture was.

“Shit, this tongue-bath is great and all, but—” Rik started to say, wanting and needing more from this gorgeous stranger whose hair tickled his groin and thighs, but Leevi stopped his running mouth and his higher brain functions by sucking Rik’s cock down all the way to the root and then swallowing. The constricting muscles clamped down on Rik’s aching cock, and, groaning, he writhed on the bed, caught up in the wet heat of Leevi’s mouth.

Coming up slowly and delivering such sweetly agonizing suction to every inch of Rik’s needy dick, Leevi said, his voice husky, “This not working for you?”

Looking up, his sight blurry, as his hammering heartbeat made everything shaky, Rik saw how worried Leevi looked. Rik felt bad about putting his foot in it. “Hey, no, that’s not what I meant. I love what you’re doing to me.”

Leevi frowned. “But?”

Rik blushed all over his cheeks, neck and chest. “I…, I, uh, need more.”

The other man’s instant grin was absolutely feral, almost animalistic in its primitiveness. “Your wish, my command.”

Jumping off the bed, Leevi discarded his clothes so fast that Rik just lay there, braced up on his elbows, and stared with his jaw hanging open. But in a heartbeat he was naked.

And, oh boy, was he delectable. That perfectly streamlined body was lean and muscled like a hound. Every little bit of this beautiful man made Rik gasp in a display of hunger. That pale-white skin glowed luminescent in the dimly lit room, and Rik had a sudden craving for ice cream, and knew Leevi would taste just as good, or better. There was a light coating of blond hair nestled between his pectorals, the curly fuzz matching his stubble and giving his hard countenance a softer aspect Rik adored. Those pale-blue eyes looked so otherworldly in their glimmer of dark lust that heat flared anew in Rik, whose mouth went dry as a desert. And that perfect cock, thick, wide, and pink, curving slightly to the left, stood proudly from a small patch of blond pubes. As Rik watched that magnificent cock, a clear bead formed on the slit on top and dripped down the length of the shaft.

Without words, Leevi climbed on the bed, kneeling between Rik’s spread legs, and carefully crawled above Rik, settling on top of him, slowly lowering himself. When Leevi’s hot, hard cock aligned with Rik’s equally distressed organ, Rik almost came then and there.

Grabbing Leevi’s arms as the man braced himself to hover over him Rik closed his eyes to stave off the impending climax, teetering on a knife’s edge of pleasure for a moment. Leevi took his lips again in a gentle kiss, making his way teasingly inside Rik’s mouth. As their kiss deepened, Leevi’s hips rolled, and Rik moaned in delight. Both men dripped pre-come hotly between bodies that began to sway together, searching for that instinctive synchronized rhythm, and the slick substance smoothed their mutual glide toward sexual gratification.