Loved by a Werewolf

by Bronwyn Heeley

  The werewolf’s neck also had hair covering it, except the soft line up the front where its Adams apple made shadows play. Again, like Matt. Odd how that happened —Matt was more a part of his world than Jex had first thought. Now, everyone he saw had a likeness that took Jex’s mind straight to him. Even this beast.

  Jex swallowed. He was hard, and getting harder, and he really needed to readjust before he hurt himself because of the awful twist that was happening inside his pants. The only reason he hadn’t was because the pain was like a slow drug that added to the fear and numbed his body with a need for more.

  The beast snorted softly and Jex’s mind shook itself. Still caught in a lustful inspection, his gaze rose to its face. It was a face that was more wolf than it was man. Its muzzle jutted out, hiding the close pattern of its mouth in the shadows from the moonlight. Jex really wanted it to open its mouth, show off the sharp teeth that lay in that depth. Thin hair covered the whole face, longer on the forehead and over what Jex would assume was the beast’s eyebrows, if it had any. Shadows hid its eyes from Jex. They were sunken in enough to hide everything of the chap

  Jex’s breath shallowed out. It was that type of look that you had to be close to, to really see what the person was thinking. It was something Matt had, and the first thing about the guy Jex had noticed. And the one thing that kept him noticing.

  “What the fuck is that?” A deep male voice, coming from Dark Average cut into Jex’s mind and his lingering look at the werewolf. He blinked back to himself and looked around at the men, all standing stock still with their weapons up and jaws dropped.

  Apparently, the werewolf had forgotten them as well, because it shook its head and slowly took in the others.

  Checking for weaknesses?

  “It’s a werewolf, dumbarse,” Lamp Post said.

  “Fuck off. Werewolves aren’t real,” Deep Voice snapped back.

  “Not real! Then what the fuck it that?” Lamp Post replied, using his gun to emphasise his words.

  “Who gives a fuck? Shoot the fucker and I’ll grab the kid, then we can get out of here and have some fun,” the leader sneered.

  It was the wrong fucking thing to say.

  Jex’s eyes went wide and his heart kicked up another notch, making his dick jerk, letting him know he was getting too hot. He was leaking. Not that he could move to check. The scene in front of him completely captivated him.

  On a roar that sounded like a muffled version of the word mine—or was that Jex’s brain hearing things?—the beast leaped forward. The leader held his gun up and shot straight away. The shotgun pellets landed twice on the beast in the upper thigh, the other shots going wide. The weapon had more, or maybe a better person was handling the gun, and each shell hit the beast in its stomach, thigh, and a couple into his back as the beast opened his jaw and clamped those big teeth on the sides of the man’s face. The gun went off, but it went haywire, and it wasn’t long before the victim was one the ground, the beast on top of him, one of its legs crushing the gun into the dirt.

  Jex felt heat shift into his own body. He felt a burning that hurt in a numb sort of way, as if he was in shock. It didn’t help at all, but it got his hands moving and his gaze shifted to himself. He didn’t see any blood, and his fingers didn’t brush anything wet, so he hadn’t been hit. Great, that was great. He took a huge breath, but the dull-heated pain was still there, and it was in places that the beast had gotten shot at. So, sympathy? Didn’t matter now, anyway. He’d think about it later. If there was a later.

  On its own, and without Jex being able to stop it, his hand drifted down to his pants. He tried to move his cock through the fabric so he wasn’t in so much pain, but it didn’t want to budge. So, with quick moves, and while his head turned to see the scene playing out in front of him, he popped the button on his jeans and shoved his hand into his undies, moving his cock so it rested parallel to stomach. His hands stayed buried deep, his palm pushing into the base of his cock as his fingers wrapped around his balls, gathering them up and pulling them out of his body enough to still the need to spill slightly as he massaged his sack.

  Man, it felt good. Jex groaned softly as his hips pushed forward, making him aware of the fact that his cock pressed nicely against his arm. It wasn’t perfect, but he could almost believe it was another cock rubbing up against his own.

  Chapter Four

  The werewolf growled, sounding different from the first time, almost soft. Jex’s head snapped up, his eyes locked on the werewolf’s face without a second thought, and he noticed it was looking at him. Blood dripped from its muzzle as it hung open slightly, its eyes still watching Jex.

  It was watching Jex with his hand down his pants while the carnage lay littered at the feet of the beast. Had he taken that long? The beast had taken down Bold Lump and Lamp Post while Jex had been adjusting himself.

  “Fuck,” Average Blonde said, his voice squeaking slightly.

  The werewolf again shook its head, as if it hadn’t meant to get caught up in Jex. It made Jex want to smile. It made him feel like he held a little bit of power over this powerful beast. That was hot, which was something he’d not felt before. The fear was still there, causing him to shudder, but the power in front of him caused his mind to forget that it was a beast and to focus on what it could make him do. Then there were the looks that took the world away from the beast’s mind and made him focus on the rest. Jex felt it…that bubble of power under his skin, and it caused his cock to leak onto his arm and his fingers to convulse around his nuts.

  Jex licked his lips. Was this what it felt like? What the real thing that came from his dreams felt like? Was this power of being in control while he was powerless, the reason people got into it so deeply? Still, just that tiny prick of power lit up his insides and made him want to please the person or beast that helped put it there.

  His heart leaped up another notch. He felt it under his fingers as his cock swelled more, causing him to grit his teeth so that he wouldn’t come. He couldn’t—not yet. Not when the person—okay, beast—wasn’t able to watch what it did to him.

  A scream sounded again, but cut off with a gargle, and something tingled just under Jex’s ribs. It hurt a little, in the way the other ones did, and made his hips shift forward again, causing his dick to dribble some more as the pressure and shifting of skin on skin made him swallow hard.

  If he were smart, he’d have moved his hand out of his pants. It seemed that would have been the easiest way to fight off the orgasm, but he couldn’t. Jex was yet again caught, unable to move except for his fingers as they massaged his balls, his fingertips rubbing every so often against the skin just behind them.

  The werewolf had only two more men to deal with. Baby Face was frozen solid to the ground, his mouth open, looking at his fallen brothers. Deep Voice wobbled on jittery feet, creeping backwards inch by inch, trying, it seemed, to get away without the beast noticing.

  The beast did notice, and with a growl that made a new wave of fear cause sweat to spot up on Jex’s forehead, the werewolf stepped forward once, and that was it. The man was moving, but not fast enough. The beast had smooth moves that transfixed Jex and oddly made him sweat some more, only this time, an image of Matt played in his mind as the werewolf took hold of his vision.

  It was odd, but hot, as both power and fear curled around a guy that Jex had liked for so long, he’d almost forgotten the ache in his cock whenever Matt was near. Really, Matt had always held his attention. At first, it was only lust, though Jex had been able to hide it. Then came friendship, which had seemed to trump the lust that always sat just under the surface. Jex didn’t want to ruin it by making a play at a dude who wouldn’t want him—a man that wasn’t gay, or at least that’s what Jex thought. He’d never brought up the subject for fear that question would come back at him, and he couldn’t lie, though he couldn’t tell the truth, either. What if Matt freaked and Jex’s dad found out?

  Shaken out of his thoughts by that scream-gargle again, Je
x looked up to see that the werewolf had the frozen man’s blood leaking down his shirt from under its hands that had been clutching at his throat moments before. He dropped to his knees and then onto his front, face down in the mud.

  The wolf was still moving, though, catching up to the runner and leaping onto his back, his feet digging into the flesh just above his arse, his hands curled around his shoulders. And when his mouth sank into his neck, the victim screamed out long and loud, the sound echoing through the trees right before the wolf twisted his neck. The victim finally landed on his face just like his friend.

  A few more seconds of silence stretched through the clearing as the werewolf stayed curled over the prey under him, then lifted its head and howled up into the sky.

  It was a long and drawn out howl that seemed to hold meaning, even if Jex wasn’t sure what that was. It put triumph and aching sadness in the single sound before it snapped its jaw shut and turned its face to train its gaze on Jex.

  Jex gasped, his body frozen though he was still hard as a metal pipe. His heart leaped into his throat and he licked his lips before he could stop himself. The werewolf straightened, moving in minute movements towards Jex, and everything in him went blank. His mind couldn’t think of a thing that needed to be thought of. He was going to die from a werewolf and he couldn’t seem to care about it.

  He swallowed as it took another step. Jex’s body heated until sweat started dripping down his back and chest. He was so afraid, he couldn’t seem to breathe properly—or was that because of his dick and the orgasm that seemed to spill around his lower back, wanting him to allow it to empty his balls?

  He wanted that, but he couldn’t let it happen. That would have meant moving, and he couldn’t move, not when the werewolf looked at him like he wanted to eat him up.

  When Jex caught sight of the slight dip in the beast’s head, he looked down at it and gasped. His hand left his cock and his heart dropped into his stomach. He didn’t understand it, but the sight that he found when looking at the beast’s chest hurt worse than the thought of death and the hard on that wouldn’t go away.

  Blood littered his fur and thigh muscles, but that wasn’t what caught Jex’s attention. No… what had him staring was the shiny bits of blood from what could only be the bullet wounds and a shiny bit of metal that stuck out of the beast’s side, just under its left rib, the handle pointing to the ground. Still, it was moving and breathing, so it meant the knife hadn’t made it to its heart, right?

  With slow, sluggish movements, the beast brought up its hand, its claws dripping with blood, and pulled the knife out of its body. Blood followed the metal, dripping on its stomach before it slowed and became nothing more than a sticky spot.

  Jex swayed a little and his head went light from both the pain that it must have caused and the fact that it had healed right before his eyes.

  The werewolf ended up standing right in front of him. It was tall, and Jex had to stretch his neck to look up into the face. Deep eyes that again reminded Jex of Matt looked back at him. It had an expression in them that Jex couldn’t read because the face couldn’t show it and the light was coming from behind him.

  Jex’s knees went weak from a rush of lust that nearly had his cock popping. He let himself drop to kneel in front of the beast. His eyes looked up slightly and caught sight of the soft, hairless skin on the inside of the beast’s thighs. All Jex could think about was what that skin would smell like. Better yet, taste like. He whimpered.

  The beast growled deep in his throat and it sounded like a tortured moan, which had Jex mimicking him as his body leant forward…

  The world turned white, and then black as he passed out from the day’s events.

  Chapter Five

  The orgasm was twitching at the base of Jex’s spine by the time the front of his mind clicked into the dream he was having. Yes, what he’d just experienced was a dream.

  Bliss passed through his body as something held him face down on the warmth of the mattress beneath him. He could smell the sweet scent of Matt’s sweat mixed with his own. A large warm hand held him firmly down at the back of his head, at the neck, into the mattress, making sure that was where he stayed. The other gripped his hips, nails biting into flesh as he held Jex’s arse in the air.

  The hard reaming was only in his imagination. Even in the dream, Jex knew he hadn’t a clue what it would actually feel like. He’d never had sex before, but the pounding of hips on arse had him groaning in pleasure.

  The pace picked up with a growl and Jex felt the hits at the top of his head as if everything in him was going to be pounded out and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

  Jex loved a man behind him holding him down, being controlled by him. Then, again, he always had.

  With a thrust that connected with hot flesh and a hand that moved down a smooth stomach that wasn’t his own, Jex startled into stillness, coming awake as his mind let him understand what the hell was happening.

  It hit him all at once. He remembered the afternoon walk down to the shops with Matt, where men had come out of an alley as if waiting for him. They had blocked off his sight of Matt as one mumbled something and another grabbed him and pulled him into the alley they’d come from.

  He remembered the fight he put up while he listened to Matt yelling his name, and Matt’s shouted abuse at the men, wanting them to let him go. The words were cut off as they planted his face into a brick wall so hard his teeth had felt wobbly, and then he was thrown roughly into the back of a van. The metal bumps of the floor dug into his hips and shoulder as he slid to the far side and darkness engulfed him with a slamming of a door.

  The next thing was the woods, the darkness taking over everything and all those men who stupidly thought Jex didn’t know how to handle himself, or maybe they were just clumsy.

  The roll down the hill came next and his muscles clenched, showing him that it was so real, he ached.

  Then the beast…holy hell, even now, though clearly it was over and he was still alive, a speck of panicked fear rose from seeing it, from remembering that it was real. It was, wasn’t it? He’d seen a werewolf tear the shit out of the men that had surrounded him to get his father to pay them, or some shit. That was real, wasn’t it?

  “Mmmmm, Jex,” Matt’s voice snapped his head down to the bed. He hadn’t realised he’d gotten up, or that he was just standing there.

  Matt’s long upper body was uncovered. He was lying on his back, but it was clear to Jex he’d only just rolled over. The sheet pooled into the curve of his lap as one of his legs lifted, hiding what was below, even with the thin material. His hair was mattered and stuck up as Matt rubbed his face and then his hair.

  “Jex?” Matt asked, suddenly up on one elbow, his eyebrows pulled together, making his eyes seem deeper than they were. Matt had a face that wasn’t particularly special, but rather, more intriguing and hidden, and Jex liked that look. He liked that his eyes were set a little deep, so that they hid most of his thoughts behind a natural shadow. He also liked that his lips slashed across his face, a little too thin, especially since they disappeared as he smiled. However, what the lips lacked, his teeth and genuine happiness made up for.

  His checks were a little rough from pimples, but it wasn’t like he had any, not really, and even at his age, he could get something decent for a five o’clock shadow, though he’d told Jex that he couldn’t do much more.

  His neck muscles were thick and yet slender enough to be lost between his jaw and shoulders, making a mouth drool to tip his face up and explore something not even the sun got to touch freely.

  Shit. Jex hardened like a stone as he looked at his best friend in a way he never had, now that he realised his lover was something better than just wet dreams.

  “Really, Jex, what’s up? Where you going?”

  “Going?” Jex croaked. What the hell was he talking about?

  That smile made Jex want to smile in return, but he didn’t, because he hardly ever smiled. It wasn’t
in his life to have a happy look always on his face as it was for Matt.

  “Yeah, you need to piss or something?” he asked, his eyes aimed at Jex’s cock before shifting away.

  It was quick, and in all honesty, Jex wouldn’t have really noticed it if he hadn’t been looking at Matt’s eyes instead of his smile, which he always seemed trapped in. The heat in Matt’s eyes was like nothing he’d ever seen—it was the only thing worth looking at. Matt’s look felt as if it had grabbed Jex tightly and stroked his cock from base to tip.

  Jex’s whole body shook.

  “Shit, Jex, get back in this bed before you bust,” Matt said suddenly, his voice deeper than normal, reminding Jex of a beast, and even though he couldn’t remember artistically what it looked like, the flash of hard muscles and power radiating from it seemed to be reflected in Matt’s tone.

  Jex nodded and slid back into the bed next to Matt. How could he not? As soon as the tone of these words hit the back of Jex’s brain, the part that supported his dick, his body was lost to Matt.

  “You’re really hard, Jex,” Matt nearly whispered as he moved closer and Jex got covered in a layer of the other man’s heat. “You need me to take care of it?”

  Jex nodded. He couldn’t get his throat to work and there was no way any words were coming out. Nor was there anything working in his brain that matched the words coming from Matt’s mouth. He didn’t know the guy swung that way, but then, that was probably his fault, because if you don’t want answers to questions, you don’t ask them.

  “What will you give me if I do?”

  Chapter Six

  “Anything,” Jex’s word sounded like a plea. He swallowed hard. “Anything you want.” He would do anything.

  “Good.” Matt nodded, his lips pulled towards a smile that held deep heat. “That’s real good, Jex.”