The Werewolf Affair [DeWitt's Pack 14] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (4 page)

Maybe it was because of the way they’d come together the last time, strengthening their bond, but Phillip was able to smell him before he could smell anyone else with him. He locked on to that sweet cinnamon scent and ran straight for it.

Why the hell did Trevor have to wash his body with scented soaps like that? Good thing the scent didn’t follow him in wolf form, otherwise it might be hard to hunt.

He was running for a good five minutes before he found the other man slinking along on top of a hill. The wind shifted, bringing Phillip’s scent to Trevor’s nose, and he turned and locked those gold eyes onto him.

Phillip noted the way Trevor’s nose flared.

He shifted back into his human form. He had no interest in attempting to seduce the man while he was in his wolf skin.

Trevor’s nose flared again, and now his eyes were locked onto Phillip’s dick.

He knew he was semi erect. All the blood his body could spare was rushing down there to make him even harder now that he had Trevor in his sights.

“What are you doing here?”
Trevor asked, using that inward voice that two mated werewolves had.

Phillip had never experienced it before. He and Helen had sometimes wondered if maybe it was a superstitious thing. Like maybe the mated werewolves were lying about it because it made their coming together seem so much more official.

Phillip had hoped so much that such would be the case. There was a time when he had thought that Helen was his mate and that maybe there was some kind of internal mistake that kept their brains and bodies from doing the whole psychic thing.

She had been all he’d ever wanted and had satisfied him beyond anyone else who came before her. How could she not have been his mate?

She hadn’t been. The werewolf standing in front of him was, and Phillip’s body was reacting with a pulsing strength he’d never had with Helen, even when they were at their most passionate.

Trevor made the shift into his human form. His hair was mussed up from his run, but he was glowing with good health as he came down the hill.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, though he must’ve felt the same thing Phillip was, because his cock was bobbing up and down between his legs, stiff and eager.

No point in lying about it. “I need you,” Phillip said as he reached for the other man.

It was almost perfect the way they came together, and also not, at the same time. Trevor’s mouth felt nothing like he was used to, though his lips were still surprisingly soft, and although he’d shaved that morning, Phillip could feel the coarse hairs growing around his mouth and jaw as they kissed each other.

He hadn’t noticed any of that the last time. Maybe it was because his dick had been mostly in control.

Then it dawned on him that he was actually kissing a man. This wasn’t a woman he was holding on to, and in no way could he even pretend that it was, because the firm body he was holding was nothing at all like the softness he was used to from Helen.

Don’t think about her right now.

They were both already naked, so the next part came easy. Phillip turned Trevor around and pushed him against the nearest birch tree.

It wasn’t like he’d taken any lessons on this sort of sex since he and Trevor had last been together, so he did the only thing he could think of doing. He spat into his hand quickly and stroked his already heavy and aching cock. He spread the saliva around, all the while nudging Trevor’s legs apart with his feet. He lined up his dick with that tight hole and started to thrust forward.

“Wait.”

That single word, spoken through clenched teeth, made him stop in horror. Wait? Was he serious? Was he going to stop? “What is it?” Phillip asked, hardly able to handle the thought of what he would do if Trevor wanted to just call this whole thing off.

Trevor looked over his shoulder at him and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s going to be enough.”

It wasn’t? Phillip wanted sex, and he didn’t think he could just get by doing what they’d done the last time. “What do we do?” He thought for sure that two men could still get by on saliva.

“We can,” Trevor said, reminding Phillip that he was still keeping his thoughts unguarded. The man had told him about it before, but it was hard keeping inner dialogue to himself.

“Then why―?”

“I’m a werewolf now and everything,” Trevor said. “And I’ve been told that, as a werewolf, I can probably get by without lube and it’ll still feel good. Pain tolerance and strength and all that.”

Phillip waited with hardly any patience for him to get to the point.

“But I was human first, and I remember once trying to go without it. It wasn’t fun. I don’t think I can do it without it.”

Phillip wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

It must’ve been obvious by the look on his face, because Trevor grabbed him by the hand. “It’s okay. My clothes are in a bench near here. I’ve been carrying around some lube since the last time.”

Phillip sighed as Trevor led the way. “Thank God.”

Trevor was right. The bench had been close by, but a two-minute run to get to it still felt like an eternity.

Trevor opened the top latch and reached inside, pulling out a pair of jeans and stuffing his hands into the pockets, all the while muttering to himself. “C’mon. C’mon.”

Finally he pulled out a fresh tube. It still had the plastic wrapper over the cap.

Trevor grinned at him as he ripped it off. “We’ll use this. It’ll be better that way.”

Phillip was going to have to take his word for it, because this was going to be his first time with a man.

Then Trevor led him back into the trees.

“Wouldn’t the bench be more comfortable?” It was blocky and wooden, but it should definitely suffice.

Trevor shook his head. “Too many members of the pack are coming and going around them. I’m not against people knowing about us, but I don’t want someone to see me having sex.”

That made sense.

They were almost back to the place where they first came from when Trevor stopped and pushed the now-unsealed lube bottle into his hands. “Use your fingers first.”

Phillip was filled with a new sort of horror. “My fingers?”

“Stretch out the muscle a little. It won’t hurt as much that way.”

Oh shit. He hadn’t thought about what he would be doing now that he was here. “How do I―?”

“Just slather some of that on your fingers. Use one finger at first, then two, then a third. Go slow from there until it doesn’t feel so tight. That should be good. I don’t think I’ll need more than that.”

That didn’t sound so bad. He could do that. It wasn’t like Trevor was asking him to stick his whole fist in there or anything.

“I think you had the right idea when you pushed me against the tree,” Trevor said, moving back to stand in front of another birch. “It’ll give me something to hang on to.”

He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. He opened the cap off the little bottle and spread the stuff around his fingers, being very generous with the quantity, and then pushed one inside of Trevor’s asshole.

The other man arched a little, tensed up, and then sighed. Phillip watched him as he pressed his face against the white bark of the birch tree.

“That’s good. Use another.”

Phillip did as he was told. He felt a little embarrassed to be having his fingers in another man’s asshole, if he was being completely honest with himself.

He stretched out the muscle, gently moving his fingers around, and then he added the third.

That was the one that Trevor clenched up the most around, and Phillip was really glad that Trevor had thought ahead and brought something they could both use, otherwise this might not be happening at all.

“Will you stop thinking about it and just get them deeper!” Trevor snapped.

Phillip stiffened. Fuck. He hadn’t been guarding his thoughts, and now that he stopped to pay attention, Trevor really didn’t feel quite as tight anymore. “You want it? Fine.”

Phillip wrapped his arm around Trevor’s shoulders and rammed his fingers in as hard and as deep as he could get them. Trevor went up onto the top of his toes and cried out as the tips of Phillip’s fingers brushed against something inside.

That was it. That was what he wanted to find. Phillip held on to the man tighter, even when Trevor’s fingers left long scratch marks down the base of the tree, tearing out the bark and scarring the wood.

“That’s good. Right there!” Trevor yelled, humping back into Phillip’s fingers.

He could suddenly see the appeal to this. He liked watching Trevor go insane with need for him. It made his cock pulse and throb even harder and made his balls heavier and ache even more.

Phillip gently grabbed hold of Trevor’s earlobe with his teeth. He’d liked doing that with―

Don’t think about her.

“I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me. I’m going to put my dick inside of you, and you’re going to ride me until you explode.”

“Yeah,” Trevor moaned, whether it was in response to what Phillip was saying or just because he was enjoying himself so much, Phillip couldn’t tell.

He decided enough was enough when it almost started to look like Trevor was humping against the tree as well as Phillip’s fingers, and he removed them from Trevor’s body.

Trevor moaned at the loss and nearly turned around. Phillip made him face the tree again.

“Stay there,” he commanded.

He grabbed Trevor by the hands and hoisted them above his head. He found a strong tree branch and put the man’s hands on it.

“You let go of that, and I swear I’ll stop,” he said, practically snarling the command into Trevor’s ear as his inner alpha took over.

He half expected some sort of negative response, considering Trevor was an alpha was well, but he just nodded. “Okay,” he said, and Phillip didn’t release his hands until he felt the way his fingers tightened against the branch.

Now Phillip had him entirely to himself. He allowed his fingers to trail down Trevor’s strong arms, feeling the healthy muscle beneath his warm, tanned skin. He didn’t have so much as a scar anywhere on his body. The flesh on him was so perfect.

Trevor really was gorgeous. It was a shame that he’d been forced to become a werewolf. He might’ve made it in the acting business. Trevor thought that Phillip didn’t know about that, but he did. People had been chatty with Phillip for the first few days when he’d come to this pack, back when they thought he had the mind of a stoned-out five-year-old.

Cole had actually been the one to mention it, before Phillip had finally snapped out of it and started avoiding him and his mate.

Phillip re-lubed his cock, using as much lube as he could, being careful not to keep his hand on himself for too long. He wasn’t ready to spill himself just yet.

He was a big believer in quality over quantity when it came down to werewolf sexual habits, and he wanted to draw this out this time. He didn’t want it to be over in a couple of minutes.

He slid his hands around Trevor’s hips, still exploring the other man, how he felt, his skin, his muscles, and the coarse hairs that grew up from his pubic hair to his belly button. He and Trevor were about the same height, but with the way he had the man stretched out like this, Trevor seemed taller.

Trevor groaned when Phillip finally worked up the balls to reach around and touch his cock. He groaned again when Phillip gripped him a bit tighter, and he also thrust into Phillip’s hand. “Fuck, that’s nice. Fuck me while you stroke me,” he said.

He just might do that. All the little shivers and shakes and every reaction that he managed to pull out of Trevor only made Phillip want him that much more.

He finally stopped playing around and grabbed his cock, lining it up with Trevor’s asshole, and plunged inside.

The amazing feeling of being swallowed up by another body was something he’d almost forgotten about. This was exactly what he needed.

Trevor nearly arched clean off of Phillip’s dick as he moaned at being filled. His hands fell from the tree branch, but he still managed to keep them above his head as he clawed at the tree.

“Get them back up there,” Phillip demanded, thrusting hard and deep inside the other man.

Trevor groaned and did as he was told, stretching his body out for Phillip to take.

“Touch me. Please touch me,” Trevor begged.

Phillip thought he would do it just because the man asked so nicely. He kept one arm locked around Trevor’s chest and reached down with the other and wrapped his fingers around Trevor’s engorged dick.

He was big, bigger than Phillip, even, and he was glad he wasn’t in Trevor’s position right now, because there was no way he would find having something like that in his ass pleasurable, mated or not.

Phillip kept his movements hard and fast but slowed down and stopped whenever he was reaching the end. Trevor moaned and thrust back against him as best as he could, and when Phillip felt Trevor’s cock start to swell, he gripped it tightly by the base to keep his orgasm inside.

“No, no! Let me come,” Trevor said, reaching down with one hand to take hold of his cock.