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

handle. The second came soon after, glancing off his
skin close to where the first strike landed. Remy writhed in the
slung as Hank rubbed his hand over Remy’s heated skin, grazing his
nails over the tortured patches of skin. Remy sucked in a breath,
hissing at the overload of sensations.
    “ How does that feel?” Hank
asked calmly as he rubbed the paddle’s surface over Remy’s skin. He
gave Remy a quick, short swat before Remy could even open his
mouth.
    “ I don’t know,” Remy
answered, which was true. Remy hadn’t expected to be as turned on
as he was. BDSM wasn’t something he’d considered in his sex life,
but the playing, the games, they all seemed to heighten the need he
felt for his wolf.
    “ You don’t like what I’m
doing to you?” Hank asked quietly.
    Remy lifted his gaze to Hank, seeing
the male’s furrowed brow. He was worried Remy wouldn’t accept him
and his dark desires, and something about that doubt touched Remy.
“I think I do.”
    Hank’s stare lifted, seeking Remy’s. A
slow smile stretched Hank’s face. He lifted the paddle and swatted
Remy’s ass once more. “It will get harder. And rougher. I’m trying
to hold back my beast right now and not scare you away.”
    “ Oh, can you paddle me in
wolf form? May be hard with no opposable thumbs,” Remy said with a
chuckle.
    “ He is with me, and I am
with him. We are one and the same, so if I’m paddling you, then he
is, too.” Hank swatted Remy’s ass a little harder. “And you’d be
impressed with what my wolf can do. With or without
thumbs.”
    Another swat landed on the base of the
plug in Remy’s ass, and he cried out. The bite of pain he felt
pushed him past boundaries he’d not even realized existed. The pain
felt good, in measured doses. “I’m sure I’ll find out just what
your wolf can do in time.”
    Hank stifled a smile, bringing the
paddle across Remy’s sac. He jumped off the sling, the chains
rattling loudly as he came back down to it. Hank struck him again
as soon as he was settled, in nearly the same spot, smiling when
Remy jumped once more. Remy hissed at Hank who returned the sound
with a growl. That beastly growl was one of the sexiest things Remy
had ever heard. He’d been fighting his body’s reaction to it since
he’d met Hank. But there, open to Hank on the sling, his cock
bobbed at the sound, oozing pre-cum from the tip.
    Hank growled again, watching Remy’s
cock closely. Remy reacted the same way, clenching his teeth at the
pleasure-pain roiling through him. A quick smile came to Hank’s
lips, as he apparently realized Remy was reacting to his
sound.
    “ You like my growls,
hmm?”
    Remy nodded, the need to be fucked
swirling through him. “Hank …”
    Hank looked at Remy and dropped the
paddle. Something in Remy’s tone must have spoken volumes because
Hank pulled the plug from Remy’s ass and entered him in one quick
thrust. Hank stood on the bed, his legs open in a firm stance as he
used the sling to rock Remy on and off his cock.
    Remy swung to and fro, being impaled
each time the sling drew him closer to his wolf. He felt nearly
weightless, the swaying motion making him feel lightheaded and
overwhelmed with sensations at the same time.
    Hank’s thick cock spread him wide. He
felt so full, so claimed, when Hank took what he wanted from Remy.
Remy was so close, the need to come on top of him before he could
even prepare. He cried out as thick jets of cum streaked from his
cock and onto his stomach, but his cock remained hard, even after
Hank grasped Remy’s shaft and milked the last of the cum from the
tip. Hank kept up the ferocious impalement as he dredged a single
fingertip through the mess on Remy’s abs and lifted it to his lips,
sucking the finger into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he savored
Remy’s flavor once more.
    The sample must’ve propelled Hank to
increase his tempo. He leaned over and grasped Remy’s shoulders as
he pumped his hips, meeting the swinging sling