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

Cole gently opened Everett’s mouth with his tongue, and Everett had only the briefest of seconds to reach out and touch it with his own tongue, to feel the slick push of Cole inside his mouth, before the other man pulled away.

“I’ll be back in two minutes,” he said.

Everett felt cold again when Cole removed his hands and started walking into the tree line. He was already pulling his clothes off as he went, and then he started running the rest of the way as the hair began pushing through his skin, changing him.

Everett focused all his attention on getting that key the second Cole vanished from his sight. His panicked mind was taking over, preventing him from thinking about anything but escape.

He wouldn’t unlock the chains, he told himself. He just wanted to hold the key in his hands. It would be like a security blanket of sorts. If Cole came back and he looked wild and vicious, then, and only then, would Everett unlock himself and try to make a break for it.

Try, being the key word there.

His boot just touched down on the little metal skeleton key before he heard a long howl from several yards down into the woods.

Everett instinctively stopped what he was doing and turned toward the sound. He didn’t think Cole would be done with the shift that soon. From how he understood it, the massive change that the body went through in order to become a wolf was never instantaneous like how the movies depicted it. The most skilled of werewolves could transform in ten seconds or less, but Cole hadn’t been a wolf that long to be that skilled with putting off the pain of the change and shifting so quickly.

Or maybe he had.

He stretched his leg out farther, trying to nudge the key toward himself. When it slipped down the other side of the rock, where Everett wouldn’t be able to reach it at all, despair clouded around him.

He swallowed hard, his throat hardly daring to work as he turned his face back to the spot where Cole would be making his appearance.

There was nothing he could do now. Without the key, he was just going to have to stand here and wait to see if death would be coming for him in the twisted form of his former lover.

He heard the snuffling sounds of hard breathing and twigs crunching as Cole came closer, but he couldn’t yet see the wolf itself.

He braced himself, he didn’t know for what because it wasn’t like there was anything he could do to defend himself, but he got ready all the same.

The bushes rustled, and out from behind the shade of the canopy and from between the long grass and branches of the trees and shrubs, a gray wolf head emerged.

It looked about the same as any other wolf, except that it was larger, and the eyes glowed a golden color as Everett and the wolf looked at each other.

His heart beat an unsteady rhythm that made his head swim a little, but he forced himself to keep it together. He wasn’t about to pass out for this. Cole was here now, so he was going to see what the other man, or wolf, would do now that Everett was helplessly tied here.

The wolf’s head lowered to the spot where the key was supposed to be sitting on the rock, and a strange groaning sound emerged from deep within his throat as he looked back up at Everett.

“It slipped over the other side,” he explained, not really knowing why he bothered. It wasn’t like Cole could understand him. Could he?

An expulsion of gasping air then came from the animal. It shoulders actually shook as it looked away from Everett.

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.

Chapter Six

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