Free Long Road Home by Chandra Ryan Page A

second finger into him as he said the words. Thom arched his back as emotion and desire swept through him.
    “I love you, too.” As Thom said the words Hank pulled his fingers out of him. He didn’t complain. The head of the man’s cock had already started to push against him.
    “Say it again,” Hank commanded.
    He forced himself to relax so he could take Hank into him. When his balls hit Thom’s thighs he said, “I love you.”
    “Fuck yeah, you do.”
    There were no more words as the man laid claim to his ass. With every groan, growl, and thrust, he felt the tie of possession tightening between them. His spine started to tingle, and his balls tightened as he approached climax. Hank grabbed his cock and jerked him off as he released his warm semen deep inside him.
    He’d been fucked senseless in the kitchen by a Werewolf.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    The scent of feline heavy in the night air woke Hank from his deep sleep. He rubbed his eyes as he tried to remember why cats were enough of a worry to wake him. His thoughts were still trapped in a post-sex lethargic state. He didn’t want to focus on anything or anyone other than the man curled up next to him.
    When a Wolf growled, however, he sat up on full alert. The attack, Thom’s wound, the possibility of a cat shifter in the woods—his heart pounded as the memories of the past week flooded his mind. He took a second to collect himself and then slipped out of bed silently. Days of rising hours before the farmer had given him all the practice he needed to accomplish the feat.
    He didn’t bother dressing. He didn’t need to. As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he shifted into his Wolf and raced outside. Soft growls and yips reached his ears, but they were in the distance. Not wanting to be left out of the chase, he ran in their direction.
    The night air held a cool note as it breezed through his fur. He reveled in the sensation. He’d been so concerned about being discovered by the other man he hadn’t allowed himself to shift all week. Hiding his Wolf was a thing of the past. The promise of running wild and free forever made up for the week of keeping his Wolf locked up.
    His Wolf howled in agreement. The scent of cat tickled his nose. He came to a dead stop and sniffed again. A loud hiss echoed through the night as a large weight landed on top of him. He managed to get out a few quick barks before he became fully engaged with the shifter.
    Cat shifters were tricky beasts. They were fast, agile, smart, and had wicked sharp nails. As such, he’d gone out of his way to avoid them. Not this time, however. He would rather this one come after him than Thom. He dropped down to his stomach and rolled over to force the cat off his back.
    He spit and hissed, but did let go. Hank jumped up and squared off against the shifter before howling to let his pack members know his location. The cat had black fur and bright green eyes. He would’ve considered it handsome if they weren’t currently locked in a deadly standoff.
    The cat swiped at him with his sharp claws, but he easily dodged the attack and pounced at the animal. Fur filled his mouth as he looked for an opening to deliver a critical attack. The cat dislodged him before he could sink his teeth into it. Bitter disappointment washed over him as he jumped to his feet and circled the cat again.
    They were evenly matched. The cat countered his brute strength with grace. Every time he tried to pin the shifter, it would contort its body to elude the move. Worse, its claws offset his teeth. He had gotten in a couple of good bites, but the cat had marked him as well. Blood ran over both their hides freely. He couldn’t seem to gain any advantage with the shifter.
    He started to slow. The day had been a long and emotionally exhausting one followed by a passionate round of sex. He’d been running on endorphins and courage when he’d stepped out the door. Maybe chasing down the shifter had been stupid under