by Julia Talbot
“Oh, peppermint. I love peppermint. Thank you!”
God, he wanted to kiss Rey. Right now. The idea made him suck in a deep breath, wondering what the hell.
“I’m glad you like it.” He put in another K-cup, needing to keep busy so he kept his hands to himself.
“So how did you get into your line of work?” Rey sipped his coffee, copper eyes focused on him like he was fascinating.
“I was a cop.” He didn’t elaborate on those years. They hadn’t been all bad, but as a wolf, he’d been bombarded with the smell of blood so often…. “When I left the force, I knew Mick already, so I applied to his agency.” He’d liked Mick the first time the guy had shown up at the station, needing to talk shop about a suspect. Together they’d formed a pack—unusual and odd, but wonderful.
When he added in the kitties and the bear, well, they had a family like no other. Tight-knit and efficient.
“What about you?” Dylan asked. “How does a guy get into your job?”
“It’s what I’m good at. Typing, talking to people online, meeting people, learning things, googling madly. One day someone paid me to research something in college. Then I started doing more and more, and suddenly I had a career.”
“So it started out as research assistant? What did you study in college?” Rey was so much more interesting than his old ass.
“Library science,” Rey answered promptly.
“That’s a thing?”
“It most definitely is.”
He eyed Rey to see if he was serious. “Wow. I had no idea. I went to the academy, and I have an associate’s in criminal justice.”
“That’s immensely cool. I love the idea of studying people and their behavior.”
“People can be… challenging.” He chuckled. “Not as much as crocs.” Crocs were stinky, gross, and mean.
“Crocs are…. Gracious. Do you think there are good ones?”
“I hope so?” Maybe not. Maybe when they shifted, the lizard brain just couldn’t support human thoughts.
“Me too. They didn’t seem… good.”
“Nope.” Dylan popped a couple of doughnuts each in the microwave for twenty seconds to freshen them. Carrie had taught him that. Their girl hated stale bread stuff.
“Oh, clever! That doesn’t melt the icing?” Curious little fox.
“Not just the short time it’s in.” He placed the warmed doughnuts on the counter. Apple fritters and maple. The boss did love him.
Then he was sitting next to Rey again, and he swore the scent of Rey was better than the pastry. He wanted to move closer, and he did, scooting his chair over.
Rey’s nose worked, scenting him, and Dylan had to admit that made him ache. He didn’t need to be springing wood around his clients, but this one inspired him, got to him so fast he had no defense.
He grabbed a fritter, hoping Rey didn’t want them both. Raisins. So weird. He liked them as a human, but his wolf thought they were poison.
“You mind if I have one too?” So polite.
“Not at all, honey. I thought you would like one of each too.” He beamed when their fingers touched at the plate when he reached for his maple one.
Rey hummed softly. “You’re… warm.”
“Am I? Is that bad?” His arm pressed against Rey’s, and they shared scent, which made him hard as a rock.
“No. No, this is…. Not bad.” Rey moaned softly, sliding toward him instead of away, which was probably smarter.
“Not at all. Though if you don’t want me to kiss you, you need to tell me now.” Rey’s lips looked so inviting, and Dylan would bet they tasted good. Like icing.
Rey raised his face, eyes staring into him, gaze burning, the sweet lips offered to him.
Dylan moaned, because he couldn’t resist. He should. A thousand reasons why he should crossed his mind in the seconds before their lips met, meshed, opened to each other.
Rey gasped, electricity buzzing between them.
Yeah. Dylan wanted more, so he tilted his head and went searching for more of Rey’s flavor. God, that was a sweet fucking addiction. So fast. This was moving so fast, but his brain wasn’t talking. His wolf instinct was.
It didn’t surprise him at all when Rey climbed into his lap, licking at his bottom lip and exciting the hell out of him. Dylan gripped that firm little ass, tugging them closer together. This was a far better wake-up than coffee from a pod. Rey was solid, rubbing against him with a deliciously firm prick, their scents mingling.
That cock lived up to the promise of what Dylan had seen the night before, and he pushed open Rey’s robe. He needed more. He lifted up too, trying to get out of the sweats.
“Come to the sofa. Please. Or the bed. Somewhere with padding where we can explore.” Clever fox.
“Bed, then.” It was opposite the windows, where the couch was closer to them. He didn’t mind being asleep and being ambushed. But getting busy and being attacked? No.
“Bed.” Rey stood and held out one hand to him. Okay, that was dear as fuck. The little fox helping him up.
Dylan took the offered touch, then held hands with Rey into the bedroom. The warm press of palms was so intimate, oddly. So heated and wonderful, how his hand swallowed up Rey’s.
He untied his sweats with his free hand, laughing as Rey pushed the pants down over his aching cock.
“Eager.” It wasn’t a complaint. It was just an observation. This was so damn fast, but Rey was right there with him, leaning against him again, so he wasn’t imagining how good this was. How right.
They climbed onto the bed, and he dragged one hand down along Rey’s side, petting in a long stroke.
Rey wiggled, arching for him, legs spreading.
Oh, he loved that quick response. Dylan could grow to need it, in fact. If he did, he hoped to hell Rey would be on the same page with him. He leaned back a little bit so he could see, so he could watch Rey twist.
He wanted to see Rey ride him, wanted to watch that hot little hole take him in. He knew they had a way to go before that, but his brain wouldn’t shut up about it.
He began to pant, his hand moving to curl around the heavy balls, rolling, careful not to hurt.
“Oh!” Rey rocked into his touch, the soft, surprised O of his mouth calling to Dylan, begging him to kiss it. He bent, tugging that flushed lower lip with his teeth.
Rey’s hands slid around his shoulders, and a rush of warmth bubbled up in him, his cock heavy and throbbing with need. He rocked a little, letting Rey feel him move, feel how good they were together. The kiss went on and on, just slick and apple-maple.
One lean leg wrapped around his hip, and they started to rub, to slowly drag their bodies together. The friction made Dylan want to go faster, but he wanted to savor this too. They had time, didn’t they?
“Focus.” Rey laughed for him, nipping his bottom lip.
“I am. I want us to slow down and feel it.” He smiled into those glittering eyes, fascinated by their color.
“I am totally into feeling you. You smell like heaven on earth.” Rey nuzzled his jaw, the motion soft, sweet.
“So do you.” He licked his way down Rey’s neck, then nibbled one collarbone. Rey groaned and lifted his chin, letting Dylan in easily.
“Mmm.” He licked, kissed, and bit. Not hard. Just enough so Rey felt it, and when Rey bucked under him, he got the picture.
More. Dylan gave it, making a strong dent with his teeth.
The sharp little bark made his eyes roll back in his head. Dylan did love some biting. Maybe a little smack here and there to heighten the sensation.
He would never have thought this lean fox would be so strong, so present. Rey had seemed so… quiet. So worried. So self-contained.
Here, in this bed, Rey was quick to touch, to share scent and warmth. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe they were both just hungry.
He hoped it was more than that, because it felt fucking right. Here and now it felt as if they were forming the kind of bond he thought he could only have with another wolf
. Cosmic.
Cosmic. Listen to him.
Dylan lapped his way down to one hard nipple, needing to explore. When he sucked it in, Rey hummed, the sound so encouraging that he stayed there, worrying the tiny nub.
Rey whimpered softly, and one soft hand slipped down Dylan’s belly to circle the tip of his cock, to slide over the slit.
His toes curled, his body lighting up like the Fourth of July. “Oh, honey.”
“Yes.” Rey touched him like he knew every inch, like he had a map that pointed to each and every sensitive spot. The man just seemed to know, from the spot just under the head of Dylan’s cock to the crease of his thigh…. Hell, that was almost better than the cock, ticklish and yet fiery.
Rey lingered there, touching him until he wanted to turn Rey over and drive into him.
Instead, Dylan yanked Rey back up on his lap, kissing that sweet mouth for all it was worth. He thought it was worth a hell of a lot.
Rey wrapped around him—legs and arms—and held on, that flat belly rubbing against him. They were cooking with oil suddenly, both of them panting and moaning, Rey dancing in his lap. “Little minx.”
“Fox.”
“Right. Not a rodent.” He chuckled, then grunted when Rey grabbed his nipple and twisted. “Ow! Okay, not even close.”
No, Rey was a fox through and through, no matter what Brock said.
Rey laughed, baring white teeth, before bending to bite where he’d twisted.
“Toothy!” Dylan loved all the little things he was learning about his lover. Rey seemed so shy and retiring but was a voracious lover.
“One good turn, hmm?” Rey’s teeth dragged over his skin, nipping just a little hard on the very tip.
“Oh.” Damn. His skin was burning right around that nipple, and his cock was so damn interested.
“Mmm-hmm.” Rey made his eyes roll. He reached up for Rey’s nipple, rolling it in his fingertips as Rey bit again.
They were a circle of pleasure, just testing and teasing, learning each other, and when Rey scooted down, mouth heading toward his cock, Dylan damn near howled.
Instead, he dug his fingers into Rey’s thick red hair, holding on. Not pushing. Just encouraging.
Rey focused on the tip, lapping with light, steady touches, dragging against his skin, lighting his nerves. This was a creative, needy lover, and he reveled in watching Rey lick at his skin, that tongue shockingly pink. He promised himself he’d pay the favor back. Afterward.
First he needed to feel this, to let Rey touch him.
He pushed up, letting his hips rock to give Rey more, to ask for more.
“Mmm-hmm.” Rey opened up, tongue sliding down along his shaft.
“That’s—oh. Oh.” Dylan felt like he’d lost words. He’d had more than one blowjob in his life. This felt like— No. No words. None.
Rey cupped his balls and rolled, squeezing him with a gentle, careful hand.
Gritting his teeth, Dylan pushed at Rey’s head, wanting more of that mouth. He needed sucking. Deep sucking. Rey opened up, taking him in a slow, steady, breath-taking swoop.
“Uhn.” He fell back on his elbows, still watching, but not wanting to choke Rey with the hold he’d had. Rey took him to the root, lips fastened tight around the base of his cock.
They moved together, Rey bobbing up and down, Dylan rising up with his hips before falling back to the bed. His belly pulled in tight, his skin flushed and hot. Rey sucked him like he was a Popsicle, open on the way down, lips tight on the upswing.
That was all he could bear, and he jerked and danced, curses falling from his mouth. He groaned when Rey tapped his balls again, a little rougher now. “Again, honey. I’ll make you fly. Do it again.”
Rey dove down and sucked like a Hoover, fingers rolling his balls almost too hard.
“Rey!” He came deep in Rey’s throat, that mouth moving on him the whole time, making him nuts. He was…. Oh, God, when had he come like that, ever? Certainly not recently.
Maybe when he’d first started jacking off as a teenager.
He leaned back on his elbows, fighting to breathe, to recover, because he intended to tear Rey up, make him fly.
Soon.
Rey smiled up at him, then reached down to stroke that long, slender cock. “That was hot, Dylan.”
“God, yes. Come here, honey. Let me touch you.” He grabbed Rey under the arms and tugged.
“Oof.” Laughing, Rey sprawled on him, cock against his hip. “Hello.”
“Hey. I want to make you feel good too.” He slid one hand down to squeeze Rey’s asscheek. He bent to take a hard kiss, tasting his own salt on Rey’s lips.
That was possibly the most amazing thing ever. He let Rey hump against him for the length of the kiss, but then he flipped them, stretching Rey out beneath him.
“Mmm….” Oh, he didn’t think he’d seen anything so fine since he’d watched Rey suck him off.
Dylan grinned, then bent to suck up a mark just under that collarbone so it would only show to him. No one else would see it. It gave him a jolt, the idea that he and Rey would share this secret.
“Oooh.” Rey wiggled beneath him, skin sliding on his, cock even harder every second.
He pressed one thigh between Rey’s legs, giving his little fox some pressure, some friction.
“Yes!” Those fingers could dig right in and grab with surprising strength. Rey seemed fascinated with his body hair, tugging at it, carding it with his nails.
The little pulls and stings made him bite, made him nuzzle in and nibble at the curve of Rey’s jaw.
Rey kept moving, slipping and sliding, finally settling that cock against his balls, where the hair was wiry, giving more friction. Someone liked a little ache; maybe needed it.
Dylan was happy to give it. He pinched the join of thigh and ass, hopefully not too hard. The moan he got told him he was doing a great job.
“Dylan.” His name was bitten out, Rey’s teeth snapping together. “More.”
“Yeah?” He pinched again, then slapped a little, his hand rebounding off.
“Uhn!” Tendons stood out as Rey arched back, his neck and shoulders tight.
“So damn pretty. Made for me.” He really believed that right now, in this moment.
“Please.”
He nodded and swatted again, just enough to warm, to get his little fox revved up and ready. No one needed to have purple skin, but Rey growled and slammed against him, and he just… damn. He was gonna rise again, which shocked him to no end.
Rey was inspiring.
Rey pulled one leg up at the knee, exposing himself, baring himself shamelessly, and that left Dylan moaning, his entire body shuddering.
He put two fingers to Rey’s mouth. “Get me all wet, honey. I want in you. Got me all hard again. Can we do that? Can I fuck you?”
Rey’s answer was a low cry, those fuck-swollen lips wrapping around his fingers, the suction trying to stop his heart.
It didn’t, so he let Rey get his skin good and slick before pulling free. He pressed both fingers to that tight, hot little hole, demanding Rey let him in. The tight ring of muscles gripped him, squeezing his fingers like a fist.
“Open up. Come on, Rey. Let me in.” He moved in tiny motions until Rey eased up. Then Dylan pushed in deep to get Rey ready.
Rey arched under him, bucking hard on his fingers. When he brushed Rey’s gland, a sharp cry sounded, filling the air.
So he did that again too, wanting Rey to overload on sensation just as he had. Dylan pulled free not much later, not wanting to get dry. He let Rey slick his cock up with spit too, before lifting Rey’s hips and sliding between those spread legs.
“Tell me you want this.” He wasn’t going to do anything Rey wasn’t into.
“I want you. Fuck me. Hard.” Okay, that was clear.
Dylan nodded, the tip of his cock popping through the grip of Rey’s tight ring of muscle. After that it was a long, slow glide until his hips sat flush with Rey’s ass.
The
y were hot against his skin, and he knew the wiry brush of his curls had to rasp just so.
Rey nodded, sweat dripping off his face. “Please. Please, Dylan. More. Move.”
Now it was his turn to nod, and he pulled back to push forward again. The heat made him flex, his abs pulling hard to drive him in.
Rey bared his teeth, legs wrapping around Dylan’s waist, yanking him in. Demanding man. Dylan loved it. He slammed them together, his teeth gritted, his body on fire once more.
“Feel you, Rey. I can feel how hot and tight you are. Want you to come on my cock.” He just babbled, loving the way they fit together.
“Please. Please, yes. Don’t stop.”
Oh, Rey begged so prettily.
“Not going to, honey. Not until we’re done.” He was rocking and rolling, and this was round two, so he could last.
Rey groaned for him, moaning low and deep as he bucked, squeezing hard.
The tight grip of Rey’s body might be the death of him. He could handle that, but he didn’t want to leave Rey unsatisfied. He reached down and began to stroke, thumb working the tip.
Those copper eyes flew open wide, Rey flailing for a moment. So cute. Less cute was the way Rey’s body gripped his cock, proving how desperate Rey was for those touches. So Dylan stroked up and down, giving every callus on his hand, every bit of his strength. Every upward stroke made Rey gasp, the slit of Rey’s cock leaking.
“I want to see you come so bad.” Dylan wanted to lick Rey’s spunk off his hand.
“Need this.” Rey’s rough whisper dragged on his nerves.
“Yes. Need you. God, honey. Faster.” They needed to move so much quicker.
“Fas… faster. Fuck….” Rey’s eyes rolled up in his head.
Dylan rocked up and down, one hand on Rey’s hip to speed him on. There was no way this could go on much longer. They needed release.
Rey shot with a wild cry that echoed inside him, bouncing in the air.
Dylan came a second time, the pleasure a softer wave this time, but no less amazing. Watching Rey gave him such damn joy.
He didn’t want to explore that too deeply, the immediate attraction, the pull that the fox had on him. Not now. He wanted to rest and bask in the glow. Then Dylan knew they had to get back to work.