Remy's Wolf (Wolves of Mt. Alexis, 1) (7 page)

Hank stood, a sigh coming from deep
within. “We’ll talk later about that. For now, just eat and get
ready.”

Remy watched the man stride from the
room before turning his attention to the food on the tray. Bacon
and eggs with some juice—the scent hit him, and his stomach
grumbled. He hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before, and he hadn’t
felt hungry until now. After eating half the plate, he rose from
the bed and dug into the bag, looking at what the wolf had grabbed
for him. Bodywash, check, clean underwear, check, and clean jeans,
check. Not one shirt or a jacket. Remy shook his head, figuring he
could try to snag one of Hank’s tight fitting t-shirts, which would
more than likely be too big, but would do.

A half hour later, he was clean,
changed, and wearing a stolen shirt, which didn’t hang quite as
badly as expected. When Hank walked in as Remy was throwing his
belongings back into the duffel, he noticed Hank inhale deeply and
a satisfied growl come from him. The sound reverberated through
Remy, making his cock hard as stone. He clenched his teeth, angry
the male had such a profound impact on him, especially considering
their argument that morning.

“
Ready to see the place?”
Hank asked in a deep rumble of syllables.

Fine hairs lifted at the base of
Remy’s neck, need filling him. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Hank opened the door and gestured for
Remy to walk out. Remy took in the simple, clean living room. It
was practical, but luxurious in a barren sort of a way. The living
room had an arched ceiling, and one whole side of the cabin was
filled with glass, the view behind it breathtaking. Hank walked
past him to the front door, ignoring the splendor surrounding him.
He opened it for Remy and motioned Remy to exit. Blue sky and a
cool breeze whipped through the entrance, sunlight pouring in to
them.

“
Where are we?”

“
Mt. Alexis,” Hank said
lowly.

“
We’re close to the
preserve then?” Remy asked. Thoughts of the night he’d met the
werewolf came into his mind. “That’s how you found me so quickly.
Did you hear my scream?”

“
I’d scented you a long
time before you arrived. I had just found you when I heard what
that asshole was doing to you.”

He’d scented him? “What’s that mean,
scented?”

“
A werewolf knows his mate
by scent. When you’d gotten close to the mountain, I got a trace
and started trailing it. By the way, why were you there with the
ranger?”

Remy’s face flooded with
embarrassment. He didn’t want to sound like he was easy or that he
had random sex all the time. But somehow, he thought Hank would
know if he lied, so he opted for the truth, at least part of it. “I
was lonely. I hadn’t been with anyone in a while. The ranger had
offered to scratch an itch, if you get what I mean.”

Hank’s shoulder stiffened, but the man
said nothing. As they walked along the wooded path in front of
Hank’s cabin, they came to a clearing, which opened up to at least
seven more cabins. “How many live up here?”

“
We have about three
dozen
weres
living on the mountain and our valley side. This is the main
component of the den, but there are a few more cabins scattered
across our land.”

“
And how much land is
it?”

“
We occupy the mountain
and the three shorter hills in the distance. Plus we have part of
the valley opposite the one you lived in, all the way out to the
river.”

Lived. Past tense.
Remy decided to let it go. For now. He was just
too curious about the werewolf neighbors he never knew existed. “So
your land aligns the preserve almost completely.”

“
Technically, the preserve
is our land as well. We let them build the trails and the stations.
And there are fences lining our land.”

“
Why? I’d assume you
wanted to keep humans as far from you as possible.”

“
At first, we did. But too
many of your kind kept wandering onto our land, fishing, hiking and
camping. By giving a segment for human use, they contain themselves
there and don’t seem to bother leaving the borders we’ve created.
They get to hike, fish, and climb all they want in the area we’ve
deemed permissible. We avoid that land when we shift, and it makes
life easier for the most part.”

“
So, the ranger was in
your employ?”

“
Yes and no. We sublet the
area to a company who takes care of everything for us. They pay us
for the use of the land and maintain everything, including who they
hire.”

They stopped at the end of the lane,
where the tree line opened up, and Remy could see the entire valley
below. It was one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen.
“What a view.”

“
It sure is,” Hank said
gruffly.

As Remy tore his gaze from the valley,
he saw Hank staring at him. A sense of lust mixed with awkwardness
filled him. He wanted the werewolf more now than he had the night
before.

“
My brother told me I was
an asshole for not considering what that ranger did to you before I
took you last night. He was right. After everything that happened,
I should’ve been more thoughtful. I’m sorry I didn’t think. I just
wanted you so damned bad, I couldn’t help myself.”

Remy let the apology sink in, shocked
the male had uttered it. He most definitely hadn’t been expecting
it. Words escaped him as he stood there, his stare drifting to the
view once more to give him time to consider his
response.

“
Have I fucked up
irrevocably?” Hank asked quietly.

Remy shook his head. “No. I just
wasn’t expecting an apology out of the big, bad wolf. Seeing a
softer side of you has me a little rattled, to say the
least.”

Hank turned to face Remy. “I get that
you know nothing of our world, just like I know little of yours. A
claiming is a very primitive, animalistic occurrence, one where my
other head takes over and marking you as mine was the only thing
that mattered. I know that may not make it right in your mind, but
that’s what it was. Every wolf who finds their mate goes through
the same experience.”

“
Yeah, you were an
asshole. I hate to admit it, but I liked it,” Remy added after a
few moments. He turned to look at Hank, who now wore a shit-eating
grin across his face.

“
So, you’ll
stay?”

Remy shook his head. “I didn’t say
that. I have a life in the valley. I can’t just fall off the face
of the earth. I have responsibilities I can’t just walk away from.
My friends and family will worry. I have to go back. At least, for
now.”

Hank’s shoulders fell. He
looked down at his feet and pushed a stone around in the sandy
gravel with his toe. After a few moments of quiet contemplation, he
finally spoke. “Fine. I’ll have Paul drive us back to your place.
But know I’m not happy about this and you are still
mine
.”

The last word was said with a deep
growl. The sound sent a tremor down Remy’s spine and heated his
blood.

“
Before we take you back,
I have a spot I want to show you. Follow me,” Hank said.

Remy followed the hard body of his
werewolf deeper into the woods, along a narrow, winding trail.
Sunlight filtered through the deep canopy of trees, the cool air
rushing around them. Down in the valley, it was warm and summer was
nearly upon them. Up here in the mountains, it was still cooler and
spring was just arriving. Everything around them smelled cleaner,
fresher. The verdant greens of the forest surrounding them gave way
here and there to rocks and pebbles as outcroppings along the
mountain gave way to its stony face. Here and there as Remy looked
up through the canopy of trees, he would see the peak above them,
still covered in a thick blanket of snow.

He heard the rush of water as they
came closer to a clearing, and Remy nearly stopped in his tracks as
a waterfall came into view. It was beautiful, the roaring waters
gliding over smooth stones, worn from time and the ferocity of the
thawing mountain snows. A creek branched out from the large pond
the water collected in and headed back in the direction the cabins
had been in.

“
Ready to jump in?” Hank
asked with a laugh.

Remy shivered. “Are you insane? It’s
barely sixty degrees in the sun.”

Hank smiled wide. “Maybe later this
summer then. But this isn’t what I wanted to show you. We’re almost
there.”

Remy followed Hank closer to the rock
face and after climbing a bit, they came to a cave entrance. Hank
dipped inside the darkened space. Remy stood there a moment, trying
to determine where he was heading in the failing light. A torch
blazed up and as Remy stepped closer, he could see Hank
illuminating the way.

“
Is it safe in
there?”

Hank chuckled. “For the most
part.”

Remy climbed inside and followed Hank
once the werewolf turned to lead the path. After a few minutes of
twisting and turning, they came to an open cavern. Hank lit another
torch on the wall, and then proceeded to light three more before
jamming his torch into a pocket in the last wall. Inside the space,
in the middle, was a small pool of water that was
steaming.

“
A hot spring?” Remy
asked.

Hank began pulling his shirt over his
head. “Yeah, a hot spring. Take your clothes off. Jump
in.”

Remy watched his werewolf disrobe for
a few seconds, enjoying the view too much to lose focus. Hank was
nearly naked by the time Remy got started and got an angry growl in
response. As Remy finished up, Hank turned and showed Remy his
perfect ass as he sinfully sauntered to the pool and stepped down
into it. Remy tossed the last of his clothes in the pile and
followed Hank into the water.

Warm water enveloped his leg,
eliciting a moan from him. Hank turned to look at Remy, his eyes
flashing yellow.

“
Be careful,
human.”

The warm water, or the naked
perfection of his wolf, was enough to make him a bit more forward.
“Or what?”

Hank was on top of him before he could
think, the large male pressing him against the edge of the stone
rim. “Or I’ll take what’s mine once more before you leave
me.”

“
Considering where you
brought me, I assume that was the plan all along.”

Hank chuckled as he rubbed his hard
cock along Remy’s stomach. “Yep.” The werewolf leaned down and
captured Remy’s lips in an invasive kiss, plumbing the depths of
Remy’s very soul. He gathered both sides of Remy’s head and held
him tight, forcing him to accept the rough embrace he was starting
to enjoy too much. The wolf leaned back, his eyes completely yellow
now. “I have to remind you of what you’d miss if you stay away from
me too long.”

“
I can’t say I disagree
with that reasoning,” Remy whispered.

Hank chuckled deep again before
capturing Remy’s lips once more. After a few moments of kissing,
Hank jumped up on the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the
water as Remy turned to watch him. Remy wasn’t sure where he was
going so quickly, but soon realized what the wolf wanted. He placed
his thighs on either side of Remy, his thick, long cock right in
Remy’s face. Remy leaned forward, the musky, masculine scent of his
werewolf filling his nose.

Remy grasped the root of Hank’s cock
and pressed the broad head against his lips. He swirled his tongue
over the tip before sliding it down the entire length and back up.
Once he got to the tip, he traveled down once more, laving the
length before suckling one of the male’s balls into his mouth,
gently rubbing his tongue over the sac.

Hank let out a groan that mixed
slightly with a growl before spearing a broad palm through Remy’s
hair and pulling his hair tight. Hank pressed Remy’s head down,
urging him to take the shaft into his mouth, so Remy did, allowing
a few thick inches between his open lips. A few drops of pre-cum
hit his tongue, the sweet-salty taste wonderful. Remy began working
his mouth along the length, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked the
shaft tightly.

“
You do that so well,
little one,” Hank ground out. “It feels like heaven.”

Remy moaned against Hank’s cock,
loving the feel of his shaft on his tongue. Remy looked up to see
Hank’s eyes closed, his lips parted as he breathed heavily. Hank
swayed his hips slightly as he fed Remy his cock. Remy took the
thick rod in and out of his mouth, savoring the masculine flavor of
his wolf.

Hank’s body tightened with each bob of
Remy’s head, until finally Hank pulled from his lips. “I don’t want
to spend in your mouth.”

The werewolf eased back into the water
and sat on what appeared to be a natural rock shelf under the
water. “Come sit on my lap, little one.”

Remy had never considering himself
little at nearly six foot, but compared to the massive male, he was
little. He drifted over to his werewolf and climbed onto his lap,
Hank’s stiff cock rubbing against his ass.

“
Fuck me, Remy. Take me in
your hand and guide me into your body.”

Remy’s hand shook with need as he
gripped Hank’s cock. He rose slightly to angle the werewolf’s cock
at his entrance and then lowered himself, impaling his ass on the
fat shaft. A groan was drawn from his lips as he slid down the
thick pole, penetrating himself inch by glorious inch. Once he was
fully impaled, he paused for a moment to relish the sensation
before he began to move. He placed each foot on either side of Hank
and used his legs for extra traction, moving up and down Hank’s
cock.