Pack Rules (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by JC Holly

  “He’ll love you forever, now,” he said.

  “If it wasn’t for his barking last night, I might still be on your step,” Ethan said. “I owe my life to both of you.”

  “Where’s my bacon, then?”

  Ethan smirked and gestured to his cock. “Right here, whenever you want it.”

  Conor coloured, but regained his composure fast. “Trust me, once you’re on the mend, I’ll be getting a taste.”

  Ethan grinned. “Suddenly I’m feeling perfectly fine.”

  “Ha!” Conor took Ethan’s plate and replaced it with his own half-finished one. “Eat this, rest some more, and then we’ll talk.”

  “About sex, or about everything?”

  “Everything.”

  * * * *

  After the meal, Conor persuaded Ethan to rest some more, and made the man a makeshift bed on the couch. He was still naked, since Conor’s clothes were all too small for him, but Conor turned up the heat and grabbed him another blanket.

  Before he fell asleep, Conor checked the wound, and was surprised to find it had already nearly closed. There would be a vicious scar, but from what he’d overheard of Ethan’s call earlier, even that would heal in a day or two. Apparently the man had to lie low for a while, too. Sounds like fun to me.

  As soon as Ethan was asleep, Conor headed upstairs to his office and turned on his PC, then jumped on the search engines to look up information on werewolves. He’d meant to do it last night, but by the time he’d made Ethan comfortable he was too tired, and had passed out on the couch.

  The myriad of sites that his searches brought up were, for the most part, a mass of conflicting and useless trivia. In the space of a night, Conor had discovered more truth than half the sites, and disproved several common facts. For instance, Ethan had been a full wolf, not a cross between man and beast, and it hadn’t been a full moon last night. Also, he seemed to have a rapport with Tommy, healed incredibly quickly, and retained some intelligence while in his wolf form, as evidenced by the fact that he’d managed to find Conor’s house.

  He gave up on the sites and decided he’d ask the source instead. Just as soon as he woke up.

  He didn’t have to wait long. Three hours later, he heard movement downstairs, and shut down his computer before heading down. Ethan was awake and sat up on the couch again. He had the bandage from his neck in his hand, and was carefully peeling away the remaining tape.

  “How is it?” Conor asked as he took the discarded bandage and tossed it into the trash. “Feeling better?”

  Ethan nodded. “It’s closed up now, so I don’t need to cover it. The internal damage will take longer, though.” He rolled his shoulder and winced. “Muscle and tendon take longer to regrow.”

  “Mind if I ask a few questions? About the wolf thing, I mean.”

  “Go ahead.”

  Where to start? “Are you a werewolf?”

  “Yes and no. I’m part man and part wolf, but as you saw last night, it’s one or the other. Not a mix. A better term is shape-shifter, though we also use Were. A lot of the tales are bullshit.”

  “So you don’t have to change at full moons, or avoid silver, and all that?”

  Ethan scratched his arm. “The urge to change is affected by the moon, but we don’t have to change at full moon. It gets harder to resist as we get older, though. As for silver, that’s untrue. A silver bullet will kill us, but only because it’s a bullet. A lead one would have the same effect.”

  Conor nodded absently as he tried to think of something else to ask. A few moments ago he had a hundred questions. Now they eluded him. Oh!

  “When you’re a wolf, do you think like a wolf?”

  “How do you mean?”

  “Do you still know who you are, and remember human things?”

  “Oh, I see.” Ethan smiled. “We remember everything. Our senses are heightened in our wolf forms, but our intelligence stays the same no matter the form. That’s how I managed to get here last night.”

  Conor tried to ignore the little thrill he got at the thought that Ethan had trusted him with such a secret. After all, would he have told him if his life hadn’t been at risk?

  “Okay, one last question about the wolf thing.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “How many of you are there?”

  Ethan chewed his lip. “Probably a few dozen in the city. I won’t give identities, as that’s not up to me, but other than my pack, there are a few packless about, as well as a few who try and live entirely as humans.” He sat back on the couch and scratched at his neck. “May I ask you a question?”

  “Me? Uh, sure.”

  “Why are you so accepting of this?”

  Conor frowned. “Am I more accepting than normal?”

  “I find it’s about fifty-fifty as to whether someone can handle the existence of the supernatural, and those that can often take a few days at least. You took minutes, if that.”

  Conor considered the thought for a moment. “You were hurt. I guess the need to help overtook the concern over seeing something I’d never imagined was real. Even prior to the change, though, I’d known something was up.”

  “Oh?” Ethan quirked an eyebrow. “How?”

  “That night that Tommy and I first met you in wolf form.” He smiled. “I knew there was something weird about that wolf.”

  Ethan laughed. “You realised it was me, huh?”

  “It’s the eyes. They’re pretty distinct.”

  “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that. Maybe I should start wearing contacts.”

  “In which form?” Conor grinned. “Might be tricky getting them in with paws.”

  Ethan grinned and rolled his shoulder again. He seemed to wince less the second time, Conor was happy to see. He walked over and peered at the pale skin. It was incredible how quickly the area was healing. From the outside, it looked like it had been closed up for weeks already. The scarring was heavy, but if what he’d heard was correct, even that would be gone soon.

  He moved closer still to inspect the scarring, and suddenly became very aware he was leaning over a naked man. A naked man with a large, and rapidly hardening cock. He licked his lips, then reached down and brushed a finger over the thickening shaft.

  “Any damage down here?”

  Ethan chuckled and took Conor’s hand, placing it more firmly on his cock. “None that I can see. Maybe you should give it a closer inspection, though.”

  * * * *

  Ethan sat back on the couch and let out a breath as Conor ran his soft fingers over Ethan’s cock. The second the man had begun working the shaft, all of Ethan’s aches and pains disappeared. They’d be back once they were done, though, so he’d have to make sure it lasted a while.

  “Take it slow,” he muttered. “Sometimes slow is better.”

  Conor did as he was told, pausing briefly as he moved to a more comfortable position. For a newbie, the guy certainly knew his way around a cock. Then again, he had his own to practise on.

  “Play with yours while you play with mine.”

  Conor shifted position again, then backed away instead. He slid his hands to his own pants and slid them to the floor, along with his boxers. He straightened and pulled off his shirt, too, then approached again.

  “I felt overdressed,” he said.

  “I thought the same.”

  Putting his knees either side of Ethan’s thighs, Conor lowered himself so he was sitting on Ethan’s lap. Conor scooted forward a little until their cocks were together, head to head.

  “This, I like,” Ethan said with a growl.

  Conor smiled and wrapped a hand around both cocks at once. Keeping his grip firm but not too tight, he began to work the shafts simultaneously, his fingers sliding up and down the sensitive flesh.

  As Conor worked, Ethan let his hands investigate Conor’s body, starting with his shoulders. While they weren’t as defined as Ethan’s own, they were still impressive. The man had the body of a swimmer. Slim yet powerful. Etha
n slid his hands down onto Conor’s sides, and Conor shivered in response.

  “That feels good.”

  “So does what you’re doing,” Ethan replied.

  His fingers ran down Conor’s sides, stopping at his hips. He reached around and caressed the man’s ass. God, he was looking forward to getting back inside the man.

  As if he’d heard Ethan’s thoughts, Conor gasped and sped his strokes a little. Ethan let him work for as long as he could bear, before stopping him with a gentle hand. Conor looked up, his eyes expectant, and Ethan smiled.

  “I don’t want to come yet.”

  Conor got his meaning, and nearly jumped off Ethan’s lap in excitement. He disappeared to find lube, leaving Ethan sitting on the couch. But Ethan had a better idea, and pulled himself to his feet.

  His strength was returning, and while he was still weak, the stairs proved no obstacle to him. He had just reached the top step when Conor came out of the bedroom, condoms and lube in his hand.

  “You shouldn’t be on your feet yet.”

  Ethan shrugged. “I’m okay. I thought we’d use the bed this time.”

  “Oh, right. That sounds good actually. The couch isn’t exactly designed for such things I guess.”

  Conor turned to head into the bedroom, but Ethan caught him around the waist, pulling him back against him. Conor tensed for a moment, before relaxing again. Ethan adjusted his feet and pushed against him, his cock nuzzling Conor’s ass. With his free hand, he reached around and began to stroke Conor’s cock.

  “I hope you’re recovered from last time, as I’m in no mood to be gentle.”

  Conor almost whimpered. “I’m ready.”

  “For what?” Ethan leaned in to Conor’s ear. “Tell me.”

  “I–I’m ready for you to put your big hard cock in my tight ass.”

  “Is that a fact?” His cock twitched at the words. “Tell me more.”

  “I want you to fuck me hard, Ethan. Treat me like a cheap whore.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” Conor swallowed hard. “A-and then come all over me.”

  Ethan growled and moved forward, nudging Conor forward, too. “On the bed, on your side.”

  He relaxed his arm and rolled his shoulder experimentally as Conor got on the bed. The joint was a little stiff, but there was no pain now. A little exercise would probably get it back to normal.

  Conor wriggled into the middle of the bed, then rolled onto his side. Ethan climbed on the bed and moved into position behind him. The lube was on the pillow, as was the condom. He flipped the cap on the lube bottle and poured a little on his finger, then ran it around Conor’s asshole, eliciting a soft groan.

  “You like that?”

  “Yeah.” Conor gasped as Ethan pushed against his entrance. “I like that a lot.”

  “Good to hear.”

  Ethan pushed again, and this time slid the tip of his finger inside Conor. He was so tight that, if Ethan hadn’t already fucked him before, he’d be worried about fitting inside. He worked his finger in and out, then added a second when Conor got used to it, working them further in on each stroke.

  “This will be different from last time,” he whispered into Conor’s ear. “Because I’m in charge from the start.”

  Conor opened his mouth to reply, but at the same time Ethan found his prostate. Conor gasped and shuddered in pleasure as Ethan massaged the area.

  “Oh god,” was all Conor could manage, and that took several attempts.

  Ethan chuckled and slid his fingers out. “I love fucking newbies. Everything you do to them is the best they’ve ever had.” He nuzzled the head of his cock against Conor’s ass. “And I haven’t got to the best part, yet.”

  Conor shifted on the bed, allowing Ethan better access, and he used it to his advantage. He pushed his cock against Conor’s ass, and Conor relaxed, letting him slide inside him a little way. Ethan stayed like that for a short while until Conor was used to it, then began to work his cock back and forth, pushing further inside each time. Conor responded by moving his hips in time, extending the motions. Ethan pushed further inside, and Conor gasped, his hand on his own cock, working in time with the strokes.

  “Fuck me,” he hissed. “Fuck me hard.”

  Ethan pulled back, his cock almost coming out, then paused. “Fuck you?”

  “Fuck me.”

  “Say please,” he teased, sliding in just a fraction before stopping.

  “Please,” Conor almost pleaded. “Please fuck me. Fuck me, Ethan.”

  Ethan grinned and slammed his cock inside Conor, pushing inside as far as he could. Conor gasped aloud in response and Ethan slid all the way back out before slamming back inside so far that his ball slapped against Conor’s flesh.

  Keeping the force the same, he began to pick up speed, railing Conor with his cock. Conor groaned in response and pushed his hips back against Ethan, begging for more. Ethan delivered, ramming his cock inside Conor over and over.

  “You like that?” Ethan gasped. “You like me treating you like a cheap piece of meat?”

  “God yes,” Conor cried back. “Fuck my ass. It’s yours.”

  “Damn right it’s mine.” Slam. “You’re mine, Conor.” Slam. “Right now your only purpose is to make me come.” Slam. “And when I do, I’ll do it where everyone can see.”

  Conor could only whimper in response, his breath stolen by Ethan’s words and actions. Ethan picked up the speed further, until he could hold back no longer. Without a word, he pulled out from Conor’s ass and lifted the man to his feet and headed to the open bedroom window. Conor followed and fell to his knees by the window and Ethan jerked his cock hard and fast until his orgasm washed over him. With a groan, he came hard, his cum spurting onto Conor’s face and dripping down his chin. A moment later, Conor came, too, a gout of cum splattering against Ethan’s leg.

  Ethan grabbed Conor’s head and guided him to the dripping semen.

  “Lick it up.”

  For a moment, Conor resisted and tried to pull back, but Ethan didn’t let up. A second later Conor’s tongue was on his leg, lapping at his own cum. Ethan worked the last of his orgasm from his cock while he watched, then pulled Conor to his feet once he was done and kissed him hard on the lips, the salty taste strong. He broke the kiss and grinned.

  “Good boy.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The pair collapsed onto the bed, Ethan on the outside, Conor on the inside. Conor pushed up against Ethan’s now relaxed cock—not for sex, but just to be close. He stiffened for a moment as Ethan’s arm draped across him. Normally he was the one being the “big spoon.” He could certainly get used to it, though, he thought with a smile.

  What a day. Waking to find a wounded wolf on his doorstep, that turned into a man who he thought had lost interest in him, only to find that he trusted him with a secret that belonged in a fairy tale.

  But was it trust? Or was it necessity? Ethan had said himself that his options were limited. But he did have other options. It wasn’t like Conor was the only choice. Plus there was the fact that the man was wrapped around him, asleep. Add it to the sex, and it was a pretty convincing argument for Ethan wanting to be there.

  The sex. Conor’s cock started to harden at the thought. He never thought he was the kind of guy to take enjoyment from a little submission. The memory of Ethan holding him still until he lapped up that cum like a dog, though, had him raring to go all over again.

  Ethan shifted slightly in his sleep and muttered something. Conor put his hand on Ethan’s hand and closed his eyes. Maybe tomorrow he’d get a repeat performance.

  Conor woke first the next morning, to find himself in pretty much the same position as the night before. He carefully extracted himself from the embrace and stretched by the window. Nice day, by the looks of it. A little drizzle, but that never hurt anyone.

  He managed to get into his sweatpants and T-shirt, and was pulling on his first trainer before Ethan stirred.

  “Going somewhere?�
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  Conor smirked. “You got that from the getup?”

  “What can I say,” Ethan said, as he sat up. “I’m quick like that. It’s only 6:00 a.m.”

  “I need to walk Tommy, and I like to do it early some days. You’re welcome to come along.”

  Tommy must have heard his name mentioned, as his paw steps sounded from the stairs. Ethan stood and stretched.

  “I would, but I’m still without clothes.”

  “Ah, right.” Conor tried not to let his disappointment show. “Well, I won’t be more than an hour.”

  Tommy appeared a second later and, after chuffing at Ethan, buried his face in Conor’s lap. Ethan reached over and scratched the dog between his ears.

  “I guess I could do it naked.”

  “That might raise some eyebrows.”

  “How about if I’m clad in fur at the time?”

  It was Conor’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

  Ethan shrugged. “Sure. My pack are mostly late risers, and those that aren’t don’t hunt during the day anyway. As long as we stayed in wood or parkland, we’d be fine.”

  Conor finished tying his shoes and headed downstairs, led by Tommy and followed by Ethan. Once they were in the kitchen, Conor attached Tommy’s leash to his collar. Once he’d managed that, he turned to Ethan.

  “So, about the wolf thing.”

  “Hmm?”

  Conor gestured to Tommy. “People will be fine seeing Tommy here, but you’re bigger, without a leash, and a wolf.”

  Ethan smiled. “I’ll head out first and keep out of sight until I’m at the tree line.” He gestured out of the back window. “Then once you arrive, I’ll meet up with you.”

  “Sounds good. You said your intelligence remains after a shift, but can you still understand English?”

  “Sure. I just can’t speak back.” Ethan started to stretch each limb slowly. “I can still nod and shake my head, though, if you need to ask something.”

  The big man rubbed at his neck gingerly, then more firmly. Conor took in the sight of the large naked man in his kitchen, appreciating his every bulge, until Ethan scratched at his head.