Free Wolf Hunter by Ryan Loveless Page A

later, when he’d look in the mirror and fit his larger hands into pink fingerprints. He grabbed another kiss from Jaylen. Jaylen fucked him deep, hard, forcing gasps out of Westley as Westley’s cock scraped beads of pre-come on Jaylen’s T-shirt. Their lips parted.
    Westley breathed, “Yes” into Jaylen’s mouth. “Like that.” He was right—Jaylen was rough and strong with him, but tender too, gentle with his calloused hands like Westley hadn’t expected.
    Jaylen clamped his teeth down on Westley’s shoulder. It was so much like a mating bite Westley didn’t know if he should struggle against the fire of arousal that welled in him or bare his neck and offer his whole and willing submission. His orgasm stopped his decision. Jaylen worked him through it, not slowing down as Westley’s clear, infertile seed spurted stream after stream until it pooled on Westley’s chest.
    “ I didn’t even touch you.” Jaylen sounded amazed.
    Westley stared down at his cooling liquid embarrassment. “It’s um, it happens sometimes.” (All the time, but Jaylen didn’t need to know that.)
    “God, so fucking gorgeous.” Then Jaylen came too, inside him. Westley closed his eyes. He tried to feel the condom grow as it filled with Jaylen’s offshoot. It wasn’t like with a wolf where it kept coming and coming. Jaylen stopped pulsing after a few seconds. He kissed Westley’s chest at the sensitive spot below his collarbone before he pulled out, gripping tight around the condom. Westley watched him walk over to the bathroom. He came back a minute later, zipper up, and with a warm damp rag.  He wiped off Westley’s chest and cleaned between Westley’s legs with it.
    “ Go again?” Westley asked, only half-kidding.
    “ Later,” Jaylen promised. He tried to get up, but Westley grabbed his arm and pulled him down.
    “ Stay.”
    “ Oh, Christ. You’re a cuddler.” Jaylen sounded dismayed, but he didn’t struggle when Westley pulled a blanket over him.
    “ It’s the price you pay for fucking me so hard,” he said.
    Jaylen freed one arm and flailed around for the remote. “At least put the TV on a different station.”
    “Sure,” Westley said cheerfully. He grabbed the remote from Jaylen and found ESPN. “Hockey. Now you don’t have to worry about your masculinity while I treat you like a cuddle bunny.” Jaylen’s hand reaching back and squeezing his ass surprised a yelp out of him.
    “ Not worried.” Jaylen smirked. “But you can leave the game on anyway.”
     
    “SHIT.” JAYLEN RUBBED his eyes open. “What time is it?” He blinked his vision into focus. Westley stood at the bar that separated the kitchen from the main room. He was stirring something in a mug. The kitchen window showed nothing but night on the other side of it.
    Westley set the spoon down and walked over with the mug to sit on the couch. He’d put his clothes back on. Jaylen tried not to be disappointed. Westley hadn’t seemed to mind Jaylen eye-fucking his smooth chest earlier, so maybe if he asked real nice....
    “It’s eleven,” Westley said.
    “ Oh fuck. I have to go.” He put his feet on the floor. He wasn’t wearing his shoes. “Did you take my boots off?”
    “ I wanted you to be comfortable.” Westley peered through his unkempt bangs, head lowered, as a hint of pink touched his cheeks. “Sorry.”
    Jaylen ignored what that sheepish look did to his dick and kept looking around without getting off the couch. “Where are they?”
    “By the fireplace. Hey.” Westley set his mug down. “It’s later.”
    “ What?” Jaylen swiveled around to blink at him.
    “ You said we could have sex again later. It’s later.”
    “ Oh.” He hadn’t expected Westley to come out with that . “Well, yeah, but I meant tomorrow or something.”
    “ So stick around.” Westley pressed on Jaylen’s leg. “Tomorrow’s only an hour away.”
    “ West—”
    He moved over to sit on the table and pulled the blanket off Jaylen.