Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks (books that read to you .TXT) 📗

but by how tight Cole’s asshole felt, and the fact that the only thing they were using for lube was the water itself, Everett doubted it would be a good idea.

“I don’t think we should do that, even with your werewolf strength. Keep your legs tight around my waist and raise your ass up a little.”

Cole didn’t look too happy about not being able to start right away, but he did as he was told, and as Everett pushed another finger inside of him, that look of disappointment melted into a look of pleasure as Everett found his prostate deep inside.

Cole started pushing up and down on his fingers. “Fuck. Ugh, that’s nice.”

Everett didn’t respond. He was too busy watching Cole’s face, checking for pain and finding none, his cock becoming hotter and harder beneath the water as the man gyrated against his hand.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Everett said, slipping his fingers free. Enough was enough. He couldn’t wait anymore. “I’m never going to let you leave.”

He grabbed his dick beneath the water and lined up the head with Cole’s stretched asshole. Even that was enough to bring him a jolt of pleasure that nearly made him lose it.

Cole relaxed the grip of his legs, allowing himself to sink down on Everett’s cock. There was some clear discomfort on his face, but he hardly looked like it was killing him and he wasn’t telling Everett to stop, so he didn’t.

Everett had to take in a breath when that muscle and warm channel swallowed him up. He’d almost forgotten how nice it felt to be inside Cole like this. How could he have ever forgotten this?

“Fuck me,” Cole said, but it was half a command. Cole had always been a little pushy in bed. He always made sure that Everett knew how he liked it. He liked it hard, last Everett checked, so that was what he was going to give him.

He was able to push Cole up and down to an extent, and Cole was more than eager to tighten his legs around Everett’s hips, thrusting back against him. Already he was moaning and keening like he hadn’t just had a strong orgasm less than five minutes earlier, but that only made Everett want him more.

Nothing made him want Cole more than seeing his face in pleasure. “We’re gonna…have to do this…more often,” Everett said, talking about the sex–in-the-water bit.

“Lots more,” Cole agreed, and Everett wondered if the man had even heard what he’d just said.

He decided it didn’t matter. Everett leaned back slightly, putting his right leg back a step, allowing more of Cole’s weight to press down on Everett’s hips. Cole got the idea of what Everett was doing, and he pushed himself up and down harder and faster. Now they were really making waves.

“Missed this. Missed you fucking me,” Cole said.

Everett had, too. He tried to say as much, but all that came out of his mouth was a broken moan as Cole rode him like he never had before.

Everett felt Cole’s cock bouncing off his stomach from under the water, and he reached down to grip it. His hand was tight around it, and he was suddenly reminded of the urge to put it in his mouth.

That was going to have to come after they’d gotten out of the water.

Everett had thought Cole was a little wild before, but it was nothing compared to when Everett touched him. “Fuck! Grip harder! Like that, just like that.”

“You’re mine,” Everett said without really knowing why. “Fuck the hunters. You’re staying with me. No one else’s.”

“Yeah,” Cole said, and again, it was like he was agreeing without thinking about it or hearing what was said. Everett liked to think of himself as being pretty decent in bed, but he’d never before managed to get this sort of reaction out of Cole before.

Then Cole opened his eyes that he’d been keeping squeezed shut, and Everett was shocked to see that they were gold.

He nearly stopped what he was doing in his shock. The werewolf eyes.

“Cole, are you about to shift?”

He knew that deep down it was Cole in there no matter what, but Everett wasn’t the least bit interested in fucking the man while he turned into an animal.

A look of clarity passed over Cole’s eyes, and he shook his head. “No, keep going.”

Everett waited about two seconds or so before he followed his instructions. Cole took the time to press biting kisses over his chest, neck, and jaw, and Everett quickly found himself falling back into what they were doing.

Then he felt the beginning of the end. His balls felt tight and lifted up just a little higher, that familiar tingling pulsed through his dick as it swelled even more so than before. Then the dam broke, and he took a back seat as his body went on autopilot for the orgasm that surged through him.

There it was, that perfect moment. The wave crashed, and he was going to ride it as long as he could.

He gripped Cole’s hips as tightly as he could, pushing the man up and down on top of him. Cole’s ass became tighter around him, so much so that it was nearly painful for his dick as the other man came, too, only seconds behind Everett.

There might’ve been hunters searching for him, but he couldn’t have kept his loud shout suppressed if someone had paid him a million dollars to do it. He might’ve even scared some birds out of their trees.

Fuck, that had been dumb if him, but he felt incredibly good.

Cole’s body vibrated around him even seconds later before his body finally relaxed. They were both finished, but neither moved. They just held each other for a few minutes in the water, and Everett had never felt so much peace in his entire life. He thought he could fall asleep standing there.

Cole’s hand was behind Everett’s neck, and his fingers made these gentle little tickling scratches. Everett wasn’t concerned that Cole would