Loved by a Werewolf (3 page)

Jex gasped, his body frozen though he was still hard as a metal pipe. His heart leaped into his throat and he licked his lips before he could stop himself. The werewolf straightened, moving in minute movements towards Jex, and everything in him went blank. His mind couldn’t think of a thing that needed to be thought of. He was going to die from a werewolf and he couldn’t seem to care about it.

He swallowed as it took another step. Jex’s body heated until sweat started dripping down his back and chest. He was so afraid, he couldn’t seem to breathe properly—or was that because of his dick and the orgasm that seemed to spill around his lower back, wanting him to allow it to empty his balls?

He wanted that, but he couldn’t let it happen. That would have meant moving, and he couldn’t move, not when the werewolf looked at him like he wanted to eat him up.

When Jex caught sight of the slight dip in the beast’s head, he looked down at it and gasped. His hand left his cock and his heart dropped into his stomach. He didn’t understand it, but the sight that he found when looking at the beast’s chest hurt worse than the thought of death and the hard on that wouldn’t go away.

Blood littered his fur and thigh muscles, but that wasn’t what caught Jex’s attention. No… what had him staring was the shiny bits of blood from what could only be the bullet wounds and a shiny bit of metal that stuck out of the beast’s side, just under its left rib, the handle pointing to the ground. Still, it was moving and breathing, so it meant the knife hadn’t made it to its heart, right?

With slow, sluggish movements, the beast brought up its hand, its claws dripping with blood, and pulled the knife out of its body. Blood followed the metal, dripping on its stomach before it slowed and became nothing more than a sticky spot.

Jex swayed a little and his head went light from both the pain that it must have caused and the fact that it had healed right before his eyes.

The werewolf ended up standing right in front of him. It was tall, and Jex had to stretch his neck to look up into the face. Deep eyes that again reminded Jex of Matt looked back at him. It had an expression in them that Jex couldn’t read because the face couldn’t show it and the light was coming from behind him.

Jex’s knees went weak from a rush of lust that nearly had his cock popping. He let himself drop to kneel in front of the beast. His eyes looked up slightly and caught sight of the soft, hairless skin on the inside of the beast’s thighs. All Jex could think about was what that skin would smell like. Better yet, taste like. He whimpered.

The beast growled deep in his throat and it sounded like a tortured moan, which had Jex mimicking him as his body leant forward…

The world turned white, and then black as he passed out from the day’s events.

The orgasm was twitching at the base of Jex’s spine by the time the front of his mind clicked into the dream he was having. Yes, what he’d just experienced was a dream.

Bliss passed through his body as something held him face down on the warmth of the mattress beneath him. He could smell the sweet scent of Matt’s sweat mixed with his own. A large warm hand held him firmly down at the back of his head, at the neck, into the mattress, making sure that was where he stayed. The other gripped his hips, nails biting into flesh as he held Jex’s arse in the air.

The hard reaming was only in his imagination. Even in the dream, Jex knew he hadn’t a clue what it would actually feel like. He’d never had sex before, but the pounding of hips on arse had him groaning in pleasure.

The pace picked up with a growl and Jex felt the hits at the top of his head as if everything in him was going to be pounded out and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Jex loved a man behind him holding him down, being controlled by him. Then, again, he always had.

With a thrust that connected with hot flesh and a hand that moved down a smooth stomach that wasn’t his own, Jex startled into stillness, coming awake as his mind let him understand what the hell was happening.

It hit him all at once. He remembered the afternoon walk down to the shops with Matt, where men had come out of an alley as if waiting for him. They had blocked off his sight of Matt as one mumbled something and another grabbed him and pulled him into the alley they’d come from.

He remembered the fight he put up while he listened to Matt yelling his name, and Matt’s shouted abuse at the men, wanting them to let him go. The words were cut off as they planted his face into a brick wall so hard his teeth had felt wobbly, and then he was thrown roughly into the back of a van. The metal bumps of the floor dug into his hips and shoulder as he slid to the far side and darkness engulfed him with a slamming of a door.

The next thing was the woods, the darkness taking over everything and all those men who stupidly thought Jex didn’t know how to handle himself, or maybe they were just clumsy.

The roll down the hill came next and his muscles clenched, showing him that it was so real, he ached.

Then the beast…holy hell, even now, though clearly it was over and he was still alive, a speck of panicked fear rose from seeing it, from remembering that it was real. It was, wasn’t it? He’d seen a werewolf tear the shit out of the men that had surrounded him to get his father to pay them, or some shit. That was real, wasn’t it?

“Mmmmm, Jex,” Matt’s voice snapped his head down to the bed. He hadn’t realised he’d gotten up, or that he was just standing there.

Matt’s long upper body was uncovered. He was lying on his back, but it was clear to Jex he’d only just rolled over. The sheet pooled into the curve of his lap as one of his legs lifted, hiding what was below, even with the thin material. His hair was mattered and stuck up as Matt rubbed his face and then his hair.

“Jex?” Matt asked, suddenly up on one elbow, his eyebrows pulled together, making his eyes seem deeper than they were. Matt had a face that wasn’t particularly special, but rather, more intriguing and hidden, and Jex liked that look. He liked that his eyes were set a little deep, so that they hid most of his thoughts behind a natural shadow. He also liked that his lips slashed across his face, a little too thin, especially since they disappeared as he smiled. However, what the lips lacked, his teeth and genuine happiness made up for.

His checks were a little rough from pimples, but it wasn’t like he had any, not really, and even at his age, he could get something decent for a five o’clock shadow, though he’d told Jex that he couldn’t do much more.

His neck muscles were thick and yet slender enough to be lost between his jaw and shoulders, making a mouth drool to tip his face up and explore something not even the sun got to touch freely.

Shit. Jex hardened like a stone as he looked at his best friend in a way he never had, now that he realised his lover was something better than just wet dreams.

“Really, Jex, what’s up? Where you going?”

“Going?” Jex croaked. What the hell was he talking about?

That smile made Jex want to smile in return, but he didn’t, because he hardly ever smiled. It wasn’t in his life to have a happy look always on his face as it was for Matt.

“Yeah, you need to piss or something?” he asked, his eyes aimed at Jex’s cock before shifting away.

It was quick, and in all honesty, Jex wouldn’t have really noticed it if he hadn’t been looking at Matt’s eyes instead of his smile, which he always seemed trapped in. The heat in Matt’s eyes was like nothing he’d ever seen—it was the only thing worth looking at. Matt’s look felt as if it had grabbed Jex tightly and stroked his cock from base to tip.

Jex’s whole body shook.

“Shit, Jex, get back in this bed before you bust,” Matt said suddenly, his voice deeper than normal, reminding Jex of a beast, and even though he couldn’t remember artistically what it looked like, the flash of hard muscles and power radiating from it seemed to be reflected in Matt’s tone.

Jex nodded and slid back into the bed next to Matt. How could he not? As soon as the tone of these words hit the back of Jex’s brain, the part that supported his dick, his body was lost to Matt.

“You’re really hard, Jex,” Matt nearly whispered as he moved closer and Jex got covered in a layer of the other man’s heat. “You need me to take care of it?”

Jex nodded. He couldn’t get his throat to work and there was no way any words were coming out. Nor was there anything working in his brain that matched the words coming from Matt’s mouth. He didn’t know the guy swung that way, but then, that was probably his fault, because if you don’t want answers to questions, you don’t ask them.

“What will you give me if I do?”

“Anything,” Jex’s word sounded like a plea. He swallowed hard. “Anything you want.” He
would
do anything.

“Good.” Matt nodded, his lips pulled towards a smile that held deep heat. “That’s real good, Jex.”

When Matt’s head was near his, Jex was shaking. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Not with Matt. He didn’t even…Matt never said…

“Oh,
God
!” Jex nearly screamed as his back arched off the bed. Matt’s hand was hot and hard. His hand—it was only his hand—and this was the reaction his body was giving it. God, Jex was pathetic.

Matt chuckled, filled with satisfaction and just the sound settled something in Jex and let him feel what he wished out of the first touch from another male. His first time, and it was
Matt
.

Matt was touching him, looking at him from inches away with both hunger and tenderness, as if he wasn’t sure what he was thinking or which way he truly wanted to go with this.

A hard twist at the head of Jex’s cock made his eyes roll back in his head and caused something caught between a whimper and a groan that seemed to have come from low in his stomach. His spine tingled so much he had to grind his teeth in an attempt not to come. It was hard. He had wanted this for so long.

It had been a lifetime of wanting, this need for someone else’s touch. Someone else’s hand on his cock. It was hot. His hand was never hot, not really, not the way Matt’s was.

Matt chuckled again, but this time, it sounded like something that had teeth. Jex’s back bowed. He really liked the sound. It made him both excited and nervous about the unknown, about what was to come. Nervous that he wouldn’t live up to Matt’s expectations, that Jex wouldn’t please him.

God, Jex needed to please Matt.

He felt a wet heat and jerked, meeting a scrape of teeth that made Jex understand a lot quicker than his mind would beforehand. Jex’s mouth went dry. He tried to swallow, but couldn’t. His lung seized in his chest. Heat spread through his body, making him brake out with sweat.

“Breathe, Jex,”

Matt’s voice made Jex look down the line of his body. All he saw was deep set eyes that seemed to burn through Jex’s own eyes, and a smile that should—no, that
did
have fangs.

A tinge of fear slipped through him, making him double his efforts to stop the orgasm from shooting out of his dick. As it was, his balls hurt like hell and his dick was leaking.

Matt held up the cock, licking his lips as his eyes latched onto the pearl that pulled in the slit of his cock. The drop had Jex as transfixed as Matt, like a cup too full just waiting for that moment when it got to spill over.

With a rough grunt, Matt leant down, blocking Jex’s view. All he could see was the golden white blond mess atop Matt’s head, and that visual with a long wet lick into his slit.

“Shit.” Jex’s head pushed back into the pillow. Matt’s head twisted, and heat engulfed Jex’s cock. He’d never felt anything like that before. A rough hand wrapped around the bottom of his cock, squeezing hard. A shudder hit Jex in the back. Matt’s mouth was hot and tight, as if wanting to pull his come out of him, but that hand…that fucking hand, hard and hot, swelled up his balls, not giving his sperm anywhere to go.

“Fuck, what are…?” Jex panted as that hot mouth took in a little more of his cock, the tongue running back and forth at the sensitive skin just below his head where all the nerves were bundled from being cut. “Fuuuuck…”

Jex’s fingers dug into the sheet under him, holding it tight, maybe too much, but the cramps where good. They added to the plea running through his body.

That sweet heat engulfed his cock head as the hand started moving. The hot, tight, slightly rough hand, moved to a rhythm. The mouth kissed, licked and sucked hard, focusing on the head of his cock.

It was perfection to his body. Jex wanted nothing more than for the sensation to last forever, but even then he knew it couldn’t—already his sweat was drenching the sheets under him.

Matt’s body moved roughly, coming up onto his knees. The hand that was idle landed on Jex’s thigh, nails digging in deeply. The hand on his cock went lower, into his balls, rolling the tight skin, surprising Jex that the balls under the skin were able to move in the tension of an approaching orgasm.

“Matt…” Jex tried to say something, but he couldn’t. He really needed to release. He really needed to finish this. His whole body twitched with the pleasure and pain that was coming from the torture that Matt mouth was giving him.

“Give in, Jex. Come for me,” Matt encouraged, looking up at Jex’s face, just barely lifting his head off Jex’s prick, breathing the words over his cock head.

Matt then gave deep diving licks, his lips plunging all the way down his cock until Jex could feel a rush of breath push against his pubes before a tight suction slid back to the top. Matt’s fingers dug into his balls, sometimes seeming to be a reflex, as if Matt was taking as much pleasure outta giving Jex head as Jex was getting it. The other hand on his thigh was the same, only the pleasure never gave. The twinge of pain helped, but it wasn’t enough. The suction wasn’t enough.

Jex hadn’t gotten off without penetration since he found out how good it felt. It seemed that even though it was so fucking good, his body just didn’t want to give.

“Need…” Jex’s mouth spat. “Can’t…I can’t
!
”
Arhhh… fuck me hard, that felt good!
The twist to the head was eye-rolling good and enough to get his mind on track so he could finish. He needed to blow.