Page 30 of Rejected Wolf

“I didn’t grow up in a very nice place,” he explained, and even though I could feel his words were laced with so much darkness, he kept his voice light and calm, massaging upward until his fingers were teasing the crease of my groin. “It’s always been really hard for me to trust humans, and I’m sorry I every associated you with those monsters.”

“I-It’s okay,” I breathed, swallowing hard. I wanted to ask question, but I knew he would tell me in his own time. “I don’t blame you. I don’t trust many humans either.”

He grunted, smiling a little, and he turned his attention to washing me.

The way he was cleaning me wasn’t even sexual, and that was part of why it drove me so wild. He only briefly cupped my balls, rolling them in his palm while he cleaned them with clinical precision, stroking my erection with too much delicacy, before moving on to my stomach, chest, and back. He took his time cleaning every inch of my body.

“You should know a few things about me, before we get too deep,” he said, pressing his fingers into the muscles of my back. “I don’t talk much, ever. I don’t trust easily, but once I do, that person is my family, and I will protect them with my life. Sometimes I can be a little clueless about human customs, so you might need to help me understand really basic things, like trampoline parks or those restaurants that sell 50 different kinds of coffee. I really like kids, and I’d love to have a few more if you agree. My wolf is a great hunter, and I’m a pretty good cook; we will never let you starve. Right now, I sleep in a tent, but I’m sure we can figure something out about that. And I don’t exactly live alone—I have a pack.”

“Grim Wilds?” I guessed.

“Yeah, how did you—?”

“The grocery delivery, there was a name on the bank account.”

He chuckled. “Smart.”

“You know, for someone who claims not to talk much, you sure do have a lot to say,” I teased.

He moved his hands down my back, digging into the muscles along my spine, until he found a spot that made me melt. I groaned and dropped my head onto his chest in bliss. “Yeah, right there. That’s the spot.”

Wrapping my arms around his waist and absorbing his heat, I realized my stomach felt a million times better. Maybe I’d just been heartsick all along.

“Is it my turn?” I asked. “To tell you about myself?”

“Please,” he said, sighing. “I want to know everything there is to know about you.”

“I’m addicted to trashy reality TV, but I’ve actually found being in the woods really peaceful, and I can’t wait for you to show me your home. I used to be a vegetarian, but it’s probably a good thing I’m not anymore, because I would really love for your wolf to hunt for me. I’m an only child and I was really lonely growing up, so having a few kids sounds perfect. I don’t get the point of trampoline parks either, but I happen to like all 50 kids of coffee served at those cafés, especially when it comeswith a donut.”

His chuckle rumbled through me, and I kissed his chest. “The most important thing to know about me, though, is that I’m yours.”

“That works perfectly, because I’m yours too, mate.” Jude nuzzled into my neck again, sniffing deeply. “The soap covered up your smell, but you’re there underneath. I could still find you anywhere.” I tipped my head to the side, sighing, as I gave him all the access he might need.

“I am sorry about your neck,” he whispered, his lips tickling the shell of my ear. “I never meant to hurt you. I will be more careful in future.”

“Please don’t,” I groaned, palming his ass cheeks and squeezing. I felt his cock twitch between us, and I smiled and did it again. “I’m not made of glass, I just bruise easily, even by human standards. I promise you didn’t hurt me, and I’ll tell you if anything is too much.”

“That sounds fair.” He trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck to my collarbone, nipping lightly, before dragging his tongue over my Adam’s apple to the other side, before repeating the treatment.

It felt like my entire body was on fire, and we’d barely gotten started! The way our bodies, slippery with suds, glided against each other, it was the most delicious sensation, lacking any kind of friction. I wanted to rub myself all over him until I came so I could cover him in myscent.

Instead of rinsing me off when he was done bathing me, he slicked his palm with soap and wrapped his hand around both our cocks, pressing them together, and gave them a long pull. Shuddering, I grabbed blindly for the toothbrush I kept in here. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but I wasn’t about to give in until I was minty fresh. But it was really hard to concentrate on anything but what he was doing with his hands. I accidentally squeezed out way too much toothpaste when he dragged his thumb over the slit at the tip, the gel landing in the tub at our feet. I whimpered, throwing the crinkled tube over my shoulder blindly, before shoving my toothbrush into my mouth and scrubbing furiously at my teeth and tongue.

“Oh fuck, you’re killing me,” I mumbled around the toothbrush as he picked up the pace and my eyes rolled back into my skull.

“In a good way, right?” he asked with a husky chuckle, slowing the pace of his strokes in the most excruciating way.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, nodding. “Thebestway.”

I would’ve begged for him to go faster, but it wasn’t even a little necessary. I spat the toothpaste toward the drain just in time, my climax roaring through me going a hundred miles an hour. “Kiss me,” I demanded, clawing at his shoulders desperately, and he wasquick to obey.

His lips crashed down on mine, his tongue invading my mouth with an animalistic growl. I cried out, my cum spurting in an arc between us, painting his stomach. He kept right on jerking my oversensitive cock, but I never wanted him to stop. I was so lit up inside, I was sure I could just keep right on going.

Just two pumps later, though, Jude grunted, the hand around my shaft stuttering to a halt, his whole body tensing against me. His thick, hot cum joined mine, the two essences mixing together to coat his fist.

Jude nearly collapsed against me, pinning me to the tile wall to keep us both standing. He dropped his head to my shoulder, panting to catch his breath. “Is it always like this?” he asked, seemingly awestruck.

“Between us? Yes, always.” I carded my fingers through his short hair and huffed a laugh. “Now we have to get clean all over again.”

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