Free Remy's Wolf (Wolves of Mt. Alexis, 1) by Kelex

turned to face
his mate. Instead of seeing relief on Remy’s face, there was doubt.
“Why the long face? I figured you’d like that news.”
    Remy shook his head, plastering a fake
smile across his lips. “I learned a long time ago that nothing
happens the way you want it to. I tend not to get my hopes up. Me
and disappointment don’t mix well.”
    Hank slowly stalked back into the
room. “Things are different now.”
    “ What, because I suddenly
have an over-possessive werewolf laying claim to me and a cop
chasing me down for a murder I didn’t commit? Yeah, they’re sure
different, all right.” Remy dropped on the couch and put his head
in his hands.
    “ Things will work out.
You’ll see,” Hank said as he sat down on the sofa beside his mate.
“Don’t get so worried.”
    Remy shook his head. “That’s easy for
you to say. I worried every moment of the day. About the only time
I haven’t worried lately is when I’ve—”
    Hank rubbed a palm down Remy’s back.
“When you’ve what?”
    Remy turned abruptly and kissed Hank
hard. Hank’s cock immediately started coming to life as his little
mate pushed him down on the couch, kissing the life from
him.
    “ Fuck me, Hank. Make me
not think about all this bullshit going on. When I’m with you, I
can’t focus on anything else but the way you make me
feel.”
    Hank smiled wide. He liked Remy’s
train of thought. But he wanted to be more than just a simple
distraction. For now, it was better than nothing. He kissed Remy
back, flipping his mate on his back and forcing him to the sofa. He
nodded his head toward his room. “You know the way I play in that
bedroom.”
    “ The rougher the better
tonight,” Remy said as he lifted his head to capture Hank’s lips
again. “Make me forget all this.”
    Hank felt his cock stir even more,
hardening painfully against the zipper of his jeans. To have his
mate want him, out of frustration or not, was a heady thing. And
there was no way he would ever tell the man no. Not when it came to
mating. The more Hank could touch him, mark him, the
better.
    “ There’s something I’ve
meant to ask. Your eyes. They change color.”
    “ Strong emotions make them
change. I can usually control it, but not around you it
seems.”
    Remy’s lips twisted as if he were
fighting a smile. Did his mate like that he lost control a little?
Hank smiled at him as he leaned down for another kiss. When his
mouth touched Remy’s, his control faltered once more. Hank rolled
his hips, rubbing his hard shaft against Remy’s.
    Hank lifted on shaking arms and looked
down at his human before rising from the couch and throwing the man
over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He stalked to his bedroom
and dropped Remy in the center of his bed. Their bed. Hank liked
the sound of that. Hank dropped into the oversized chair and kicked
off his boots as Remy sat up, a confused look on his
face.
    “ Strip for me, Remy,” Hank
said as he settled back in the chair.
    After Remy’s face flushed for a
moment, he brought shaking hands to his t-shirt and pulled it
quickly over his head. He dropped it to the floor and began to
unbutton his jeans, his gaze capturing Hank’s. The sound of the
zipper was as loud as Hank’s beating heart, which was nearly to the
point of exploding in his chest. He licked his lips as he watched
his mate’s cock pop out from behind the fabric, no underwear in
sight.
    “ I wanna taste you,” Hank
said as he lunged forward, pushing Remy back on the bed. Hank
lowered down Remy’s body and looked at his magnificent cock. It
wasn’t quite as large as Hank’s but was still a nice size. He
wrapped his palm around the base and slid his hand up along the
veins that had rushed to the surface to the plump, purple head as
he helped pull Remy’s jeans the rest of the way off.
    Remy’s back arched, and his hips
nearly came off the bed as Hank leaned in to circle his tongue
around the tip. Hank gathered a taste of Remy’s seed,