The Werewolf Affair [DeWitt's Pack 14] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (2 page)

What Phillip thought of doing made his body clench up. He hated that he was looking at this man and thinking of the things that he was, especially when he was still in mourning. Christ, not even a year had passed since Helen had―

He abruptly stopped that thought before it could go on. He didn’t want to think of Helen while fighting off thoughts of Trevor.

“I left because I didn’t want the company,” Phillip said, and then he spun on his heel and walked deeper into the woods. The darkness made him feel better.

Trevor’s running feet crunched in the dry leaves and twigs before his hand grabbed Phillip’s shoulder.

Trevor was an alpha, so he was fast and silent when he wanted to be, but Phillip hadn’t gotten to be a leading alpha by being slower or weaker than the others. He grabbed Trevor by the arms and quickly spun the man around, backing him into the nearest tree.

Trevor wasn’t scared of him, though, the bastard. He glared at Phillip with as much emotion as Phillip did to him.

“You heard what they said. This is normal. Why are you fighting it?”

Because his wife was dead but she was still alive to him. Because he couldn’t let her go and admit to the world that, despite how much he’d loved her, she hadn’t been his mate.

The man standing in front of him apparently was.

“No one has to know,” Trevor said in a quiet voice.

Phillip couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “You would keep something like that a secret? What, are we in high school or something?”

“Don’t be a jerk,” Trevor shot back. “I’ve been around you for a month now, and I wasn’t born a werewolf, but even I can see there’s something going on here.”

Trevor wet his lips, and Phillip felt a twinge of guilt at the way he was blatantly ignoring the man’s feelings.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need to touch you. I need to be around you. I can’t even sleep at night anymore because all I think about is you.”

Trevor’s face went red when the words left his mouth, and Phillip understood why.

He’d been keeping the man awake at night because Trevor had been touching himself while thinking about Phillip.

Phillip wasn’t about to admit to him that there were times, a lot of times, when he’d done the same.

He and Trevor had met shortly after Phillip had been picked up by James DeWitt and his pack. Phillip had basically lost it after Helen had been brutally murdered. He’d gone so far off his rocker than he’d abandoned his pack, and his son, to the care of James and his mate, Corey. He’d spent most of his time in the wilderness, at first preying upon any hunters he could find, then giving up and living in the wild as though he were a real wolf.

He’d spent so much time in his wolf skin that he’d almost started to think he was a wolf. He’d nearly become wild.

Then he’d come across a pair of hunters torturing another werewolf, while the guy’s mate watched no less. Phillip had wanted to die, but the sight of hunters, even the smell of them, always sent him off. He took care of them quickly and then was sent to get help from James DeWitt.

He’d basically been forced to return to normal life. As normal as could be expected for a werewolf, that is.

That wasn’t the first time he’d ever laid eyes on Trevor Knight, that had happened after Helen had been taken. He’d barely noticed Trevor then and had forgotten all about him. It wasn’t until Phillip was brought into DeWitt’s pack that he’d seen him again and really noticed him.

He couldn’t describe the feelings that went through him. He would have to be a writer or a poet for that to have been possible. It was almost like the day he met Helen, only stronger. At least ten times stronger.

Trevor had the most beautiful eyes Phillip had ever seen. Helen had lovely eyes—they had been a shade of blue that only appeared in the morning when the sun rose—but Trevor’s were something else entirely. They were such a bright, golden hazel that it was almost like looking into the golden eyes of a transformed werewolf. His hair was bright blond and framed a face so perfect Phillip doubted the man had ever seen any sort of hardship in his life. Before being attacked and turned into a werewolf against his will, that is.

He looked like he could be a model in a magazine or something.

Phillip did not. He was sixty-six years old, and while werewolves aged slower than humans did, he still looked older than Trevor’s age at twenty-three.

Making friends with the man that Phillip fantasized about at night was a mistake. Coming to this pack was a mistake, but he couldn’t leave now.

His memory might’ve gotten a little fucked up after he nearly went wild, but his son was alive and here, being raised by James and Corey. Sammy wasn’t going to be one for another two weeks or so, but Phillip had been shocked to realize that the boy hadn’t recognized him at all.

He’d forgotten his father in all the time Phillip had been away. Phillip couldn’t leave again.

“I know you were married to a woman before,” Trevor said gently, and Phillip noticed the way he didn’t use her name while they were as close as this. “But you can’t deny that this is starting to affect you negatively, too.”

He was right. Of course. Phillip was becoming angry at everyone and everything. He couldn’t sleep most nights, and people were beginning to notice his change in moods.

“So your proposal is that we do this on the side so no one notices?”

The idea sounded so cheap, and he hated the fact that it appealed to him. He really was scum.

Trevor nodded. “You’re not gay. I get that. I’ll take you any way I can get you. You can top me, and I won’t say a word about it to anyone, just, please…”

Trevor’s grip on Phillip’s arms softened as they slid up to his shoulders. That ever-hopeful look in his golden eyes was back, and Phillip could no longer say no.

He fists his hands into that perfect hair and yanked Trevor’s face forward for a kiss.

Trevor didn’t know if he would call what was happening a kiss so much as a domination of his mouth and tongue. Their teeth clashed in the beginning, but Phillip didn’t so much as bother pulling away despite the sharp sensation that had to have gone through the roots of his teeth for that one.

Trevor sure as hell felt it.

He wasn’t about to complain. Phillip kept his grip on Trevor’s hair tight, and that was just the way he liked it, and when Phillip moved his head to the side, he willingly went along for the ride.

Finally. Finally.

Phillip’s knee went between his legs, spreading them apart and rubbing against his still-clothed dick. He was already hard and pulsing, but that touch alone made his legs give out, and had Phillip’s knee not been there for him to lean on, he would’ve fallen to his knees.

Not that he would’ve minded. The idea held its appeal, but that would be for a later time. This was not lovemaking nor was it simply fucking. They were claiming each other. After four long weeks of being in the presence of this man, Trevor was finally going to have him. His body and mind would be satisfied.

“Wanted you for so long,” Trevor said when Phillip pulled away for a breather.

The fact that he didn’t tell Trevor to shut up was the best part.

Phillip kept one hand on Trevor’s body while the other went down to his belt and fly. Trevor heard the commotion down there and thought he should start getting undressed as well.

He was only wearing a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt with a red plaid button-down over top of it that was wide open.

He shrugged out of the button-down shirt before lifting the white T-shirt off his head. They had to pull their mouths away from each other for that to be possible, but when Trevor cupped the back of Phillip’s head of soft, gorgeous hair, the man hesitated. His eyes seemed to be glued to the expanse of Trevor’s chest.

Shit. Maybe the sight of him shirtless was giving Phillip all kinds of second thoughts. The last thing he wanted was for Phillip to go running scared.

“Hey, look at me.”

For a former leading alpha, he had never looked so unsure to Trevor, not even when he was first brought back to the pack to learn how to be normal again.

“Still with me?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah.” Phillip’s eyes went back to his chest. “It’s just different.”

He imagined it was. Trevor had worked out a lot in the days before he’d become a werewolf, and after the infection and initial transformation, his body only seemed to get stronger.

That probably wasn’t what Phillip was thinking about, however. He was noting the difference in his chest compared to a woman’s.

Still, he’d worked out to get these kinds of pecs. He was stupidly proud of his six-pack, and he liked taking care of himself.

Phillip used to tease him about his looks, before he’d noticed there was something between them and started avoiding him. He used to joke about how he should’ve been a model or something.

Trevor had been too embarrassed to tell him that was exactly what his career of choice would have been and that he’d even had professional pictures taken and sent out to agents and everything.

He hadn’t exactly been in the right town to get a career started in modeling when he had been infected. He was working his way town to town when it happened, determined to make it to New York one way or another. A lot of that determination was also just his inner stubborn self, rejecting his father’s words that he was just another fag who wouldn’t make it.

He put that thought from his mind and focused back on what Phillip was doing to him.

Trevor’s nipples were hard and erect. Phillip looked at them like he wanted to do something to them. “You can touch them if you want.”

Phillip’s eyes went back up to him, as though he were asking,
“Are you serious?”

Trevor was serious. He would prefer it if Phillip would put his mouth onto his nipples, but this was about Phillip tonight. Trevor was going to take it slow on the requests. He was just trying to ease the other man into the idea of having sex with him, never mind foreplay.

For now.

“It’s all for you,” Trevor said, hoping his tone was encouraging.

Phillip did touch him. His hands were warm against Trevor’s skin, and they tickled slightly as Phillip traced the curves and grooves of Trevor’s muscles. His thumbs flicked over Trevor’s nipples, and his entire body shivered.

Phillip looked at him.

“I like that,” Trevor admitted.

Phillip looked back down at Trevor’s chest, as though he were studying a painting in a museum or something. Trevor could hardly stand it anymore.

“Touch me more. Touch me,” he begged. He’d thought he could ease up on the commands and requests, but damn, Phillip wasn’t making this easy.

To his utter shock and delight, Phillip bent down, opened his mouth, and stuck one of Trevor’s nipples inside.

Trevor had to bite down on his lower lip to stifle a moan, but he was sure Phillip still heard it. Trevor was now gyrating ungracefully against Phillip’s knee. He didn’t care anymore. He just wanted to get off in some way that involved being touched by the man above him.

Phillip’s mouth moved over to his other nipple, and he used his teeth and tongue to play with that one, too.

Trevor’s inner alpha wanted to throw Phillip down on the ground, rip his clothes off, and fuck him to within an inch of his life, but that wasn’t going to happen. Trevor held that lustier part of himself in check. Phillip was new to this. He was in mourning, and he was scared. They were going to do things at his pace until Phillip finally came to the realization that he couldn’t choose who his mate was or when he was going to have them.

Trevor moved against the other man, and he moaned when he felt Phillip’s tongue along the crook of his neck as he tasted and kissed him. He’d been thinking about this, too, Trevor could tell.

He was going to come. He could feel it.

“Oh fuck! Phil!”

Phillip abruptly pulled away from him, and the worst sort of horror seized everything inside of Trevor’s chest right before the other man grabbed him and threw him down onto the grass, dirt, and moss.

“Not until I say,” Phillip said, his voice low and commanding.

Trevor’s body was so strung out that he had to fight against the urge to just let everything inside of him go. He held back instead, and that wasn’t exactly easy as his cock throbbed inside his pants.

He should probably take those off before he ruined them or something.

He got to work on doing just that, almost breaking the button and zipper in his haste, biting his lower lip at the pleasure of just shifting the material down his hips.

The cold air against his cock helped a little bit. At least he wasn’t in any danger of shooting his load before this had the chance to get anywhere fun.

As a werewolf, he had the ability to get hard again within seconds, so that wasn’t necessarily what he was concerned about. He just didn’t want to come before Phillip had the chance to really touch him. He just wished he had the foresight to bring some lube or something so that Phillip could put his heavy cock in his ass. He wanted to go all the way the other man, but that was going to have to wait for later.