Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove), Marcy Jacks [book recommendations for teens .TXT] 📗

He’d wanted some kind of reaction out of the man. He hadn’t expected to be the one taken under by just how good it felt to have Everett’s body beneath his or the high he got by how the other man responded to him.

Then Everett really started to push against him, but not in some playful way. He was trying to separate them.

Cole pulled back, disappointed that he’d been unable to go further.

“Fuck, it’s cold,” he said, get back to his feet.

Cole wanted to laugh at some of the mud that was now clinging to the back of his clothes. He was wearing outdoorsy stuff. He would be fine.

“It’s not funny,” Everett said, glaring at him and throwing his soiled T-shirt at him. He tried to wipe away the muck on the back of his legs with his bound hands, but he only seemed to be spreading it around more.

Cole couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he put his ruined shirt back on. They were both filthy, but he was pretty clean by comparison now that Everett had dirt all over him. “At least none got into your hair,” he said.

Everett groaned and sighed. He had apparently regained the ability to think now that he was no longer being kissed into the ground. “Okay, so we’ve established that I still find you sexually attractive.”

Cole made a face at the proper way Everett had just put it. He would’ve preferred it if Everett had said something along the lines of “still in lust” or “want to fuck you,” anything but the distant description of just being sexually attractive.

“But?” Cole prompted.

Everett clenched his jaw. “I’m still undecided about whether or not that means anything. You came back to save me, so clearly you aren’t the same as the other weres.”

They were going to do baby steps here. That was all right. “Well, I figure I have enough time to teach you how wrong you are about all shifters before we get back.”

Cole walked past him. He figured they should pack up the rest of Everett’s gear and get out of there before any more time passed. There wasn’t much they could do about hiding that hunter body, however. That was just something they were both going to have to deal with.

“And where the hell do you think we’re going?” Everett said, glaring at Cole as he walked by.

Cole turned and smiled at him. “You’re the one wearing shackles now.”

Everett looked like he was about to blow his top. “Don’t you even think for one second that this changes anything. These are still silver. I can attack you with them.”

Cole swung around the chain that was still attached to his wrist. “Don’t worry. I should be able to avoid them just fine. You can still call me your prisoner if you want, but either way, you’re coming with me. I’ll take you back to the pack and you can see for yourself that we’re not as dangerous as you seem to think we are. We’ll put some distance between this place and any hunters who might be coming, and on our way back, we’ll find a couple of nice dry places to finish what we started.”

* * * *

Everett had never been so angry in all his life. Not even when he walked down the street to find all the police, forensics people, and yellow tape around Cole’s small house.

Well, maybe he’d been a little more emotional on that day, but right now he was still fuming pretty hard.

The worst part came when Cole tied the end of his chain to the middle links that connected Everett’s handcuffs, easily avoiding his attempts to burn the other man with the silver. Now he was the one being led around like a dog.

Cole had all the supplies on him, and he had all the keys. Everett was probably the worst werewolf hunter in the history of time.

“Stop pouting back there. You’re making my head hurt,” Cole said, barely casting him a glance.

“I was not pouting,” Everett snapped. He’d been glaring at the back of Cole’s head, trying to think of ways he could possibly sneak up on the other man and get free. The problem was that everything he thought of, all the ways he could sneak up on the other man and attack him, always in his mind ended with his back pressed down onto the soft ground, Cole on top of him, and both of their erections thrusting together as they moaned and kissed wantonly.

How they’d ended up naked during his mental planning for escape, he wasn’t sure.

If only Cole hadn’t kissed him. Everett had thought he could just get the man across the border or something and let him go, but clearly what the two of them had was not over yet.

They barely talked. Their main goal was to get as far away from the hunters who were tracking them as possible. That was the only thing they could both agree on.

The thing that bothered him even more was the way that Cole seemed to know more about the land he walked and the direction he was heading, even though they were still days away from where his pack should be.

“Where are we going?” Everett asked, finally losing all patience. They’d long since gotten off the trail that Everett had been following, and it was obvious to him by now that Cole wasn’t taking him deeper into the woods to kill him.

He was way past the point of thinking that Cole was capable of doing something like that to him. Now he just had to find out why. Was it only Cole who had control of himself like this? Or were the other shifters really just as innocent as Cole claimed them to be?

“I hear water coming from this direction,” Cole said. They hadn’t spoken to each other in at least three or four hours. Everett heard the tired note in Cole’s voice now that they were finally