Free Carnal by Jenika Snow Page B

He looked down, the manicured grass beneath his feet thick and green. He briskly walked towards the entrance, taking a deep breath and pulling the front doors open. How could I have been so stupid? I shouldn’t have come. He felt lucky to have gotten out with his life still intact.
    Even though his mind was telling him he needed to leave, his body was shouting a different tune. He untucked his shirt from his pants, hoping to hide his massive erection. Not only was fear coursing through him, but there was also excitement and arousal. He shook his head, knowing he had to leave before things got any more out of hand.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Alex closed his eyes and opened his mouth, the hot water from the spray of the showerhead sliding along his body and doing nothing to help the arousal which seemed to have increased since his forest encounter. His cock was hard and aching, but no matter what he thought or did to try and lessen his desire, his erection seemed to grow, throb. All he could keep thinking about was those two men—wolves—in the forest, stark naked. He could remember every dip and hollow, every muscle and tendon. Just the thought alone had his cock seeping with the need to explode.
       Even though his parents had been crazed, zealous maniacs at times, they didn’t discriminate over the fact he was gay. They’d be damned if he were to explore his true heritage. Letting the beast free to roam wild was something that could and would never happen, but being gay? They could have cared less, and even encouraged him to bring dates home.
    He gripped his cock, squeezing his fist around the shaft until the pleasure and pain mixed as one. He started to slowly pump his fist up and down, the water splashing on his cock head and driving him mad with lust. He knew he should be better able to control himself, but there was something about this place. The sights, the sounds, the smells—all of it was triggering his primal self and driving the beast closer to the surface.
    He stroked his shaft faster, bracing his palm on the wall and dropping his head, the water sliding down his back and across his shoulders. He pumped harder, feeling his climax rush to the surface before it exploded out of him. His come shot out of the tip of his cock and sprayed against the tile. He would have felt ashamed by his actions, but the fact remained that he couldn’t seem to control himself, didn’t even want to at that point.
    Jacking off should have made him feel better, but all it did was make him hotter, harder. His shaft was still like stone, throbbing and pulsing with need. He shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, drying off quickly but making sure to steer clear of his aching dick. He slipped on a white tee and a pair of shorts, grimacing as he pulled the material over his crotch.
    He paced the floor, continuing to look out the bay window at the thick line of trees. His skin was tight, his whole body itching. Nothing seemed to appease him, nothing seemed to calm him down. He considered leaving Forrest Haven, but the truth remained—he hadn’t come any closer to finding out answers. It didn’t help that he had ran away back in the forest, but what he’d witnessed scared the shit out of him. Although he had technically known what he was, he had never come across one of his own kind and had never actually seen a human shift into a wolf.
    Alex whipped his head towards the front door, inhaling deeply, suddenly knowing there were two males right behind it. Since coming to Forrest Haven, every sense he had was heightened to the point of sensory overload. He held his breath when he heard two distinct raps on the door. He swallowed, knowing the excitement he felt was completely out of place. Two shape shifters were just beyond the wood. He could smell their musky male scents, a heady combination that had his blood rushing through his veins.
    He walked towards the door, gripped the smooth brass knob and wrenched it open. On the