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

had his lips pulled up, the key clenched between those sharp teeth. Everett had taken hold of the key and Cole had given it to him with no problems at all.

That was more than enough. When he was finally free, he got down on his knees, put his hands around Cole’s shoulders, and held him so tightly he was probably hurting him.

He didn’t care. It was almost like finding out his lover had come back from the dead. There was the werewolf thing, sure, but Cole was okay. He wasn’t dead, and he wasn’t a monster. He was okay.

They’d quickly gone hunting for something to eat after that. Cole did most of the work since Everett could barely keep up with him, but they’d worked out a simple system for communication. Cole would bark to get Everett’s attention from wherever he was, and if Everett asked any questions, it was one bark for yes and two for no.

Everett had lost sight of Cole for nearly twenty minutes, but he continued to try and track down something small that they could eat. It nearly killed him, trying to contain his impatience for the other man to return, but somehow he managed it. He didn’t want to be too clingy, after all.

That attitude left him the second Cole came back into sight through the trees. He was in his human form, naked, and carrying several dead pheasants by the legs.

“No buck?” Everett asked, locking his eyes onto Cole’s face to keep himself from looking down at his cock. He thought of how much he wanted to sink to his knees. His joints fought with him to do just that. He wanted to get down and put Cole’s dick in his mouth and suck him until the man was begging Everett to fuck him.

It didn’t help at all that Cole was hard.

“I think the bones of something like that would be a little harder to do away with,” Cole said, lifting his hand a little. “These should keep us in good shape.”

Everett nodded. “Uh-huh.”

Cole wet his lips, which also didn’t help Everett’s state of being. “I know what you’re thinking.”

That pulled Everett out of his lusty thoughts pretty damn quick. “You do?” His face went furnace hot. “I thought werewolves could only read the minds of other werewolves.”

“They can’t even do that. It’s complicated, but I’m not reading your mind. I’m reading your body. Your temperature just went up, I can hear your heart beating faster, and I can smell your lust.”

Everett was embarrassed but still extra aroused by this new fact.

Cole smiled at him. “I think cleaning these can wait a couple minutes. You and I should have a bath before we do anything, though.”

They walked back to their camp silently. There wasn’t anything to say. Cole had just basically told him they were going to have sex. That was good. That was exactly what he wanted, and he wanted it so badly he thought he would combust with the urge to sink his dick into Cole’s body.

They definitely needed a bath. They were both dirty and sweaty and disgusting, even if Cole looked ten times better now that he’d had his transformation. Still, Everett wished they didn’t have to wait until he could just throw Cole down and fuck him.

Cole put their birds on a flat rock and then started walking toward the river. He was already naked, so he didn’t have to undress. He just splashed his foot around to test the water.

“How cold is it?” Everett asked, taking off his jacket and pulling his shirt above his head.

Cole grinned at him. “It’s actually pretty warm today.”

Everett stopped with his hands on his belt buckle. “It is?”

“Well, not warm, but tolerable. We won’t jump in and freeze.”

The grin on Cole’s face let Everett know that he was thinking pretty much the same thing Everett was. They didn’t have to wait until the end of their bath to have sex.

“I don’t think you know how gorgeous you look like that,” Cole said.

“I—” Everett looked down at himself. He hadn’t realized the way he’d been standing, but it was suddenly reminding him of one of the many pin-up boys in those calendars. Shirtless, hands on their pants, as though about to take them off.

Cole had once told him that was his favorite pose in those magazines and calendars. Everett hadn’t realized he’d been doing it.

He looked over at his lover, warmth spreading through him. “I never forgot how gorgeous you look naked.”

He was even more beautiful when he blushed. “Come here,” Cole said, backing into the water.

His skin didn’t pebble, and he didn’t hesitate when the water came up to touch his dick and balls. The water really was nice.

What a happy surprise.

Everett couldn’t help the feeling of excitement that ran through him. He kicked off his boots and pants as fast as he could and practically ran to the water.

Cole saw him coming and tried to swim farther in, but he wasn’t fast enough to get away from him. He grabbed Cole around the shoulders and brought his face forward for a mouth-meshing kiss.

Cole might be faster than Everett was on land, but in the water, as far as speed went, they were on pretty equal footing.

Cole put his hands in Everett’s hair and gripped tightly, just the way Everett liked and remembered, and he moaned into Cole’s mouth. Their tongues clashed as they gripped each other and fought for supremacy. The water was lukewarm, but definitely not cold enough to do away with Everett’s erection. He pressed himself against Cole, their dicks gently touching at first, as though they were being reunited.

Cole lifted his leg over Everett’s hips and began humping against him, and the friction felt so good. Everett pressed back, but it wasn’t enough. He reached down and gripped the twin swells of Cole’s ass and brought him forward. The harder sensation was perfect, and they were both moaning against each other.

“Fuck that’s nice. I missed you,” Cole