Three Wild Werewolf Tales (2 page)

“Stop it,” the guy growled, baring his teeth at Sean.

“Just fucking tell me!” Sean shouted, so confused and scared and thrumming with energy that he became angry. He poked Jeepguy again. “What just happened?”

The other man’s eyes turned a darker gold, and he leaped forward to tackle Sean to the ground.

Sean went down with a yelp. He started struggling, but the other man had a tight grip on his left wrist and his right elbow, and his teeth were scraping the skin of Sean’s neck. He gulped.

“Don’t argue,” the man grunted, his breath hot against Sean’s skin. “Don’t struggle, don’t fight.”

He promptly froze. “Uhm, so what can I do?” he asked, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

“Stay still, be submissive,” the man grumbled, teeth pressing down and holy shit, his canines were way too sharp. “Give it a few seconds, kid.””

Sean closed his eyes, trying to drag his mind away from the gutter. This guy was part wolf, clearly he wasn’t talking about sex. Sean had to show that he didn’t want a fight, and one way of doing was by lying on his back, showing his vulnerable neck and belly. But while Sean knew why the wolfside of this man wanted that, part of him rather enjoyed having a handsome naked man pinning him to the ground. He could feel his own dick start to harden in his pants. “So, my name is Sean, what’s yours?” he asked, trying to shift his hips away from Jeepguy.

“Richard,” he growled, and then slowly leaned up to glare down at Sean with those strange golden eyes. “Will you stop yelling at me?””

Sean nodded once, quickly, and Richard got off him. As Sean scrambled to get up, Richard stood up smoothly. “Will you tell me what you are?” he asked, brushing some dirt off himself.

Richard raised an eyebrow. “I turned from wolf into man. Look at the moon. What do you think?”

Of course the word ‘werewolf’ had been going through his mind. “I always thought werewolves couldn’t control their transformation during the full moon?”

“The younger ones can’t.” Richard briefly glanced in the direction the other wolf had run off. “I can. Mostly.”

Mostly. “So that’s why…” He gestured at the ground, trying to stay calm. Werewolves were real. Right. One had just rescued him from being killed by another. Okay. He could handle this.

“You were being aggressive and I just transformed back to human. I took it as a challenge.” Richard shrugged, and Sean thought he was being far too calm for a guy who was walking around completely naked. But then, he was probably used to it.

“Uhm, what happens now?” he asked, looking up at Richard with some worry. He didn’t want to be saved from some other wolf only for this one to devour him. Fuck, the only thing missing was a red cape and a conveniently ill grandmother. Sean even had food in his backpack.

“You stay with me in my cabin, they know better than to try and come in there,” Richard told him, grinning and baring his sharp teeth again. “It’ll be safer there, kid, come on.”

Sean ran to grab his backpack, then duly followed even though being called a kid constantly was starting to grate. And sure, Richard’s cabin would be safer than staying out here with other werewolves, but how safe would he really be? Richard was strong and not afraid to use that strength with Sean. And that shouldn’t be the turn on that it was, Sean thought, as his dick showed a definite interest in having Richard on top of him again, pinning him down.

Although that might also be because Sean was keeping a close eye on Richard as he followed him. Especially on his wonderful ass.

~*~

Richard’s cabin was only a ten minute walk away, and while it was on the small side, it looked clean and well-maintained. The windows were shut, and Sean was surprised there weren’t heavy chains or locks on it, not even on the front door. “Are you sure this is a safe place?” Sean asked, as he followed Richard into the living room, where Richard turned on one of the wall lamps.

There wasn’t a lot of furniture, which didn’t surprise Sean. There was an old couch with a plaid throw on the back and a comfy chair with a few dark stains next to the fireplace, which still had some smouldering remains that Richard was now trying to turn into a proper fire. “They won’t come after me,” he said, kneeling on the rug in front of it. “And nor will they come after you while you’re with me, kid.” He kept blowing on the embers and added a small block of wood.

Sean nodded. “Great,” he said. He had taken off his backpack and was clutching it to his chest. He was still shaken up after being chased and rescued, and even though this cabin was homely enough, he couldn’t forget the fact that Richard was a werewolf. It was the only issue he had with being in a cabin with a sexy, naked man. As much as his dick liked the notion, his upstairs brain was still objecting and telling him to get out.

In the dim light of the lamp and the fire, the animalistic side of Richard was even more obvious. His nails on both hands and feet were more like claws, and there was a dark patch of hair above his ass that Sean could easily imagine becoming a thick tail. The beard was definitely longer, and when Richard turned to look at him, Sean gulped at the golden eyes. “You’re scared.” It wasn’t a question, merely a statement.

Sean shifted on his feet, his eyes going to the two windows on the other side of the room. Both were closed with shutters made from solid wood. “I did just get chased by a werewolf,” he mumbled.

Richard got up, his movement fluid and graceful. Sean tried to keep his eyes on Richard’s face rather than on his chest and the chesthair that Sean wanted to run his fingers through or the muscles of his stomach or the flaccid dick. How big would that be when erect? Were werewolf dicks different from regular guys’? “But you’re more than scared.”

“Huh?” Sean said, blinking and looking back up. Richard moved closer, inhaling sharply through his nose.

He was across the room in two long strides, and while Sean stepped back, he ended up against the wall and only his backpack between them. Richard’s stomach was brushing the back of Sean’s hands, and when Richard glanced down, he huffed before picking it out of Sean’’s arms and throwing it on the couch next to him. Sean dropped his arms, his hands on the wall behind him. “You’re aroused,” the werewolf said, moving closer until there were only a few inches between them. His hands were on either side of Sean’s head, Richard’s strong arms keeping Sean trapped.

His trousers were baggy, how the fuck had he known? “You can smell that?” Sean asked, his voice cracking embarrassingly as he looked up at the older man. Now that Richard was this close, Sean could smell him too, the musk and a hint of sweat, the smell of the ground and the forest. It was a heady combination that Sean liked.

Richard nodded slowly. “Oh yeah,” he said, his voice low. “Especially now.” He grinned. “We get a little more ravenous when the moon is full. I was gonna hunt deer tonight, but when I smelled a lost human, I figured I’d go after different prey.”

Sean’s arms hung uselessly by his side as he let out a soft whimper. There was something commanding about Richard that made Sean want to roll over and beg like he was the dog. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” he asked, his cheeks still red.

“I’m not just hungry for food, kid,” Richard told him.

“I’m not a child, for fuck’s sake!” Sean snapped. Just because this guy was maybe twice his age didn’t mean he could keep talking down to Sean, not if he wanted in Sean’s pants. “I’m 21.”

Richard laughed, his golden eyes amused as they met Sean’s grey ones. His left hand slid down the wall, claws slightly scraping the wood and Sean shuddered at the sound. His large hand landed on Sean’s shoulder, heavy and solid, then ran it further down Sean’s rapidly moving chest and ending on his flat stomach. “You’re right,” he said. “Definitely not a child.”

Sean remained quiet, wishing Richard’s hand would move further, and he shifted his hips slightly. “So, you wanna fuck me?”

Richard’s golden eyes turned a shade darker. “And you wanna be fucked.” Again, Richard wasn’t asking him. He already knew.

Sean’s dick jerked in his pants, nearly fully hard just from being close. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. This was exactly what he needed, to forget about his asshole ex-boyfriend. Richard being taller, hotter and more muscular than Charlie just made it all the sweeter.

Richard simply grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt, then dragged him through to the bedroom and threw Sean on the bed.

Sean was shifting to get comfortable, then froze when Richard joined him on the bed, hovering over him on hands and knees. Richard stared down at him for a moment, golden eyes dark and intense, then leaned down to nuzzle his neck. It wasn’t long before sharp teeth were scraping lightly at his skin, much like earlier when Richard had Sean pinned to the ground. “I wasn’t being dominant,” he whimpered, fear and arousal swirling around inside of him.

“I know,” Richard said, and inhaled deeply. “I just like the scent of you, all aroused and desperate and still a little scared. Can’t wait to get you naked.”

Sean couldn’t wait to get naked either, and he raised his hands to rest them on Richard’s stomach. His skin felt warm, and Sean began to stroke him, the hair that led to Richard’s groin coarse under his hands. “What’s stopping you?” he asked, and Richard let out a pleased growl against Sean’s neck.

Richard leaned up, his eyes briefly meeting Sean’s, before grabbing the neck of Sean’s t-shirt and lifting it off his skin. His sharp nails made a tear and Sean’s eyes widened as Richard ripped the shirt apart, leaving Sean’s chest exposed. “Nothing,” he said, placing one large hand possessively on Sean’s chest.

Sean raised his head, staring at Richard’s nails. He felt them against his skin, and he knew Richard could rip him apart as easily as he had the shirt. “Mind if I do the rest myself?” He didn’t want those claws anywhere near his groin.

With a grunt, Richard moved to the side to let Sean up. Before Sean could reach forward for his shoes, Richard pulled the remains of his t-shirt off his shoulders and threw it on the floor.

He felt Richard shift around on the bed as he untied his shoes with trembling fingers, dropping them on the floor as well. He started when Richard’s arms slid around his waist and worked on his belt. Richard’s beard scratched his shoulder, and Sean leaned back into the embrace, enjoying the feel of Richard’s solid chest against him.

Together, they dealt with the rest of Sean’s clothes swiftly, Sean letting out a happy sigh when his dick was freed from his boxers, which were torn slightly by Richard’s claws as he pulled the underwear down impatiently. Once Sean was naked, Richard, still sitting behind him, ran his large hands up the inside of Sean’s thighs, stopping just short of his groin.

Sean whimpered in frustration, his dick was hard and he wanted to be touched, although part of him was grateful Richard kept his claws at a safe distance.

“You smell delicious,” Richard told him, nipping at Sean’s right ear. “You ever been fucked before?”

He nodded, arching his back as Richard ran his hands over Sean’s hips before moving to stroke his stomach and chest. He moved his own hands back, resting them on Richard’s muscular thighs. “Oh yeah.” Even though Charlie had been a cheating asshole, he had also been pretty damn good in bed.

Richard lowered his head to nuzzle Sean’s neck again, licking where his neck met his shoulder. “Good.” He bit down briefly on Sean’s shoulder, making sure not to pierce the skin.

Sean leaned his head against Richard’s shoulder, giving Richard more space. “You, er, got a thing for necks?” he asked, as sharp teeth grazed his skin, worrying close to an artery. “Sure you’re not a vampire?”

Richard snorted, his right hand patting Sean’s chest. “Funny. No, your scent is nice and strong here.” His arms tightened around Sean, and he lay back, taking Sean with him then turning them over so Sean was lying on his back.

Sean tried to push himself up, but Richard placed one hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back down with ease.

“Stay still,” Richard told him, licking the hollow of his shoulder.

Sean shivered, his aching dick brushing against Richard’s stomach, and waited, trying not to think of how Richard’s tongue felt longer and broader than Charlie’s.

Richard kept his hand on Sean’s chest, then buried his nose in Sean’s right armpit. “The scent of fear is stronger here,” he murmured, licking Sean’s bicep. “Underneath your terrible deodorant.”

Sean grunted with annoyance. “Shut up.”

Richard bit down briefly on Sean’s arm before moving down his body, nipping and scraping his teeth across Sean’s stomach, making Sean hiss and squirm and hope that Richard knew not to bite down too hard. Richard’s hand slid further down to his stomach too. He paused when he reached Sean’s groin and for a moment, Sean hoped Richard was about to suck him off, because sharp teeth or not, his dick needed some attention. But instead, Richard simply nuzzled him down there, breathing in and letting out a satisfied growl.

Sean moaned, spreading his thighs and hoping Richard got the hint. “Please.”

Richard’s tongue swept over his balls instead. “You don’t need to tell me you’re desperate, I can smell it.”

Sean let out a soft whine. He needed more than this. His hands were digging into the blanket underneath him as Richard licked him again.

Richard sat up, grinning down at Sean before using his strong arms to turn Sean to lie on his stomach.