Winter’s Wolf (6 page)

Maybe the FBI human doesn’t want to be fucked by a guy?
Okay, the man had looked at Winter like he was ice cream, but maybe it was just wishful thinking. Winter smiled.
Not an issue.
He knew how to give it up the ass until a man never wanted any other kind of sex. You didn’t have to be gay to want Winter Thane.

Thinking. Done.

As he slowed and walked up the gravel pathway, two human women went into the club. He climbed the porch, took a deep breath, and sauntered in. Wham! Noise, heat, music, bodies, not all of them with that nice werewolf smell he’d found at the party. He scanned the room.
Be here. Be here.
Deep breath. Where was that great spicy scent like pine trees and sandalwood?
Shit, shit, shit.

Not here.

Well, hell.
He cut through the crowd and looked for a space to squeeze in at the bar. A werewolf female, tall, short dark hair, probably a few years older than Winter, glanced over her shoulder, then scooted aside to let him slide in between barstools. He nodded. “Thanks.”

“Sure. Can’t leave a thirsty man too far from the source.” She looked up at the bartender. “Hank, give my friend whatever he wants.”

Winter held up a hand. “Thanks, but not necessary.”

“No obligation.” She grinned.

The bartender set a frosty bottle on the bar in front of Winter. Must have remembered from his previous trip. Winter tipped the bottle toward the female and took a swig, then turned to survey the room again. “I’m kind of waiting for someone.”

She chuckled, low and husky. “I’m kind of waiting for someone too. I just don’t know who she is yet.”

He really looked at her. “You said ‘she.’”

“Correctamundo.”

The smile took over his face, and he shook his head.

“What?”

“My whole life, I was taught there’s no such thing as a—” He raised an eyebrow.

“I know. Isn’t that the shits? You’d think we, of all creatures, would know that not believing in stuff doesn’t make it disappear.” She sipped her beer. “My name’s Sam.”

“Winter.”

“Pretty name for a pretty guy. So, are you that thing you were taught there’s no such thing as?”

The back door to the club opened, and in walked sandalwood and pine. Mr. FBI grabbed a table just as two humans left it and settled in with that curious, watchful way he had.

Winter couldn’t look away.

Sam started to laugh.

Winter turned his head but not his eyes. “What?”

“I’d say the answer to my question is yes.”

M
ATT
’
S
HEART
stopped beating.
Cliché, Partridge. Watch the clichés.
Still, that’s what it felt like. Walking straight toward him, like he was being pulled on a rubber string, strode that huge hunk of gorgeous he’d seen two nights before. The one related to Cole Harker’s husband. The man moved like an animal, gliding and rippling, and the big bulge in the front of his jeans advertised another kind of animal.
Big Bird!
Shit, the thing had to be at least at half-mast, and it looked huge. Matt wanted to fall down and worship.
Control. Deep breath. He’ll probably walk right by.

Sweet Jesus, he stopped right in front of the table.

“Hi. I’m Winter Thane. I saw you here the other night with my, uh, cousin by marriage, Cole Harker.”

Matt swallowed.
Try to be cool.
“Yes, I remember he went to speak with you. I’m Matt Partridge.”

“Yes.”

Matt’s eyes widened. Had Winter asked about him? “Would you, uh, care to join me?”

“Thanks.”

Trying not to stare at the play of muscle in those hard thighs and the large bulge between proved more than he was up to. When he glanced up from his inspection, Winter Thane gazed at him with a small smile. It said
Caught ya.
Matt cleared his throat. “Uh, I was just about to order a beer. Would you like another?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Winter wrapped his beautifully shaped lips around the head of the bottle, seemed to lovingly caress it for a second, and then sucked down a drink.

Holy crap.

Matt waved at the waitress, who hurried over, gazing at Winter most of the time. He ordered a beer, and she rushed off, actually bumping into a patron because she couldn’t stop staring over her shoulder. Who could blame her? Matt chuckled. “You must get that a lot.”

The guy shook that snowflake hair. “No. Where I’m from there aren’t a lot of females.”

“You must enjoy being here.” Matt swallowed.

Winter shrugged. “City guy like you’d be used to it. For me it’s new and pretty weird.”

Matt laughed. “Who’d look at me?”

Winter’s blue eyes flashed up. “Who wouldn’t?”

Matt’s mouth opened but nothing came out. Finally he got his brain and tongue connected. “So, uh, you’re visiting the area?”

Winter’s pale brows pulled together. “My father’s theory is we’re here to stay. I’d say the jury’s out.”

“Not a good experience so far?”

“An old Chinese curse said, ‘May you live in interesting times.’ So far the trip’s been interesting.” Those melted ice eyes raised slowly to Matt. “But it could get better.”

Every resolve Matt had ever made tried to dissolve in that field of blue.
Come on, Partridge. You’re investigating these people.
The arrival of the waitress felt like a lifeline, and he grabbed the bottle, threw way too much money on the table, and drank down half the contents in one pull.

“Thank you, sir.” She batted her eyes at Winter and left.

Winter pointed at the bottle. “Thirsty?”

“Uh, yes, I guess so.”

“So you’re the law?”

“How’d you know that?”

Winter grinned. “Aside from the haircut that speaks of gray suits and gray cars?”

Matt ducked his head and ran a hand over his carefully barbered light brown hair. “Bad, huh?”

“Nah. It’s cute. Besides, I asked Ben Freedman about you.”

Matt’s heart leaped and stomach sank—the war of suspicion and desire. “Why?”

Again, the long, slow gaze. “I think you’re gorgeous.”

Matt frowned. Suspicion won. “Come on. Don’t give me that shit.”

Winter cocked his head. “You don’t believe me?”

“Of course not. Why would a guy like you think I’m gorgeous?” He drawled the word and narrowed his eyes. “Did you hear somewhere that I’m gay? What the fuck are you playing at?”

Winter smiled slowly. “I hoped you liked men. Or maybe I should say, I hoped you liked me.”

“Who the fuck wouldn’t like you?” He pushed his bottle away. “I should go.”

Winter’s hand clamped on his forearm. Long, slender fingers carved with sinew. “Please don’t. I’m not a very civilized creature, so maybe I don’t know how to say what I feel.”

Matt tried to catch his breath. “And what’s that?”

“That I want to take you out into the trees and fuck you until you scream.”

Every cell in his body froze—except his cock, which expanded like someone was blowing it up through a hose. “Who told you I’m gay?”

“No one. I don’t know if you’re gay. I don’t know if I’m gay. I don’t give a damn. I just know I want to suck you and fuck you until daylight.”

Matt stared into those mesmerizing eyes, and his hands shook. He couldn’t look away. “People don’t say shit like that.”

“People don’t. I do.”

“Sweet Jesus.”

Winter’s hot hand still held his arm. Matt glanced up. No one seemed to be looking. Could he leave the bar with a man as conspicuous as this? Oh hell, what wouldn’t he give to have Winter Thane in his ass? His hole ached. His whole body added up to one big throb—starting with his cock. He never asked for much. Loved his work. Lived simply and modestly. Took care of his dad. But someone had just shoved a barrel of Roman candles into his lap. Could he say yes? He stood. “Great to meet you, Winter. I better get going.” He extended his hand. Winter stared up at him and slowly shook his hand. Matt leaned closer. “There’s a shed behind the club. Go out the front door, circle around, and meet me there.”

“Great to meet you too, Matt.” Winter smiled, and Matt pulled his jacket lower to cover his raging hard-on.

Walk slowly. Look casual.
Matt left the way he’d come—out the back door. When his feet hit dirt, he jogged away from the club and ducked behind the shed that had been built on the edge of the forest.

Going to die. Heart can’t beat this hard and survive.

He leaned against the shed and gasped for breath, but his cock had grown to the size of a monster, stealing all his oxygen.
Think. What the fuck are you doing?
No reasonable human being could believe that Winter Thane wanted Matt Partridge, so there had to be an ulterior motive. The dude had asked the marshal about him. For all Matt knew, Winter could be involved in the disappearance of the agent. Maybe he wanted to discredit Matt or—maybe he had something to do with the weird wolf stories. Jesus, the only man he’d ever seen who looked more like a wolf than Cole Harker had to be Winter Thane. Those eyes. Even his teeth were sharp.
All the better to eat you with.
He closed his eyes and banged his head against the metal siding. Those teeth scraping his cock—

“Dreaming of me?”

Matt’s eyes flew open. “Shit! How did you get here?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Like you said. Out the front, around the side.”

“But I didn’t hear you.”

He grinned.
Oh yes, those teeth glistened.
“I’m sneaky.”

Matt took a breath, pushed away from the shed, and walked a couple of steps toward the trees.
Need distance.
“Look. I don’t mean to lead you on, but I’m with the FBI and this isn’t a good idea—”

The hand that gripped his shoulder must have been iron. In one move, Winter grabbed him, pulled him against a body so hard and hot it penetrated Matt’s jacket on contact, hauled Matt’s head back, and covered his mouth in a devouring kiss.

Tongue. Teeth. Perfection.

Winter held Matt’s head both hard and gentle, like he wanted to control him but didn’t want to hurt him.
Oh God, so nice.
He tasted like beer and smelled like—what? Musky and clean at the same time, like Matt’s dog Buster when he was freshly washed. Man, he wanted to bury his nose in Winter’s neck like he did with Buster.

Winter reduced the speed and intensity of the kiss from fast food to a gourmet meal. He licked and nibbled, tasted and savored, his tongue a finely tuned instrument exploring every cranny of Matt’s mouth. He’d never been so completely kissed. So much so that even the screaming pressure of his cock couldn’t make him want Winter to move on. Matt twined his arms around Winter’s neck. Standing only six feet, he couldn’t get his cock to meet Winter’s, but the prod of that big rod against his belly made him want to beg. He pulled his mouth away an inch. “I should arrest you for carrying a lethal weapon.”

Winter chuckled, and the vibration tickled Matt’s nipples through his jacket. “Want to see it?”

“Oh shit yes.”

“Come on.”

Winter took his hand and started into the trees.

Matt pulled back. “It’s dark in there.”

“I have great night vision.”

“You don’t know the area.”

The white teeth shone in the moonlight. “I know every forest. Come on.”

Matt stumbled along behind while the heat from Winter’s hand seeped up his arm and dove for his dick. Just what he needed. More inducement.
Jesus, get there faster.

A few throbbing minutes later, Winter stopped in a small clearing. The light of the half moon didn’t penetrate through the trees very well, so darkness ruled. Matt put a hand on his hip. “I thought you said I was going to see.”

“Right. I forget that—I forget. You got a flashlight?”

“On my phone.”

“Get it out.” He laughed low and sexy. “And I’ll do the same.”

Matt’s hands fumbled with his phone, searched for the app, and hit the light. A brilliant beam shot out into the blackness, illuminating mostly tree trunks.

“Over here.”

Matt directed the light toward the sound of Winter’s voice. He overshot, then came back and flashed on that gorgeous face. Shit! Winter’s eyes reflected back like silver beams. What was with this flashlight?

“Lower.”

He tracked the light across Winter’s neck, down his wide chest clothed only in a smooth white sweater, even though the night had turned chilly. “Aren’t you cold?”

“High body heat. Lower.”

Matt’s breath came faster. He scanned the bottom of the sweater and—
Holy shit!
Another tree trunk. Where a belt buckle should have been, the mushroom head of an enormous, uncut cock shone in the brightness. The spotlight quivered, Matt’s hand shook so badly. He wet his lips.

“Don’t worry. I know how to use it so it won’t hurt.”

Matt shook his head, swallowed, and shoved out some words. “Does-doesn’t matter. I’m a size queen. I’ll take what you got.” He smiled. “I usually say, ‘And ask for more,’ but in your case I’ll make an exception.”

The huge, wagging cock came toward him. “I’m gonna suck you dry first. It’ll help relax your ass.”

“Oh shit.”

“You got any lube?”

“Maybe one packet in my wallet.”

“I think I’ve got one. That and your cum should do the job.”

His knees about gave out. “Condom?”

“That I got. But I’m clean.”

“Use it anyway.”

“No problem.” The disembodied cock bounced as it moved closer and stuck straight up at Matt. The bright light so near showed the slick, dripping head poked way out of its protective hood and big veins lining the thick shaft.

“Don’t see uncut that much.”

“Common where I come from.”

“It’s gorgeous.”

Winter chuckled softly. “Glad you like it. Let me see what I get for dinner.”

Never moving the light from the object of his obsession, Matt reached down and pulled at his fly zipper. Of course, Mr. Happy was so overwrought, getting the zipper down without injury—