Page 69 of Tooth and Nail

“You gonna come, baby? I’m getting close, Eoghan.”

He bit his lower lip, nodding as a groan tore out of him. The very idea of the big man coming inside his ass sent chills down his spine. He wished there was no latex between them and made a crude, mental note to himself to check in with Dr. Patterson on their blood tests. He knew he was good, but just to set Ari’s sensibilities at ease, and if there was going to be a repeat performance of this afternoon’s activities, he certainly wanted to put his partner’s mind at ease as well.

When his balls drew up, he knew he was close. There shouldn’t have been any surprise there. Ari fucked like a god. Eoghan jacked his cock harder. “I’m gonna come, Ari.”

His lover’s gaze was locked with his own when he nodded jerkily. “I’m so close,” he grunted. “Come on then…come with me, Eoghan,” he cried, slamming into him hard several times.

Eoghan’s hand flew over his cock as he felt his climax barreling into him. “Yes!” As the convulsions of his orgasm hit, Ari looked down in time to see a jet of thick, white spunk shoot out of the slit of his cock. It arced upward between them, landing in a splatter pattern over the front of his body from his chin on down, liberally coating the front of him as Ari cried out. Before his own climax had tapered off, another pulse of come—albeit much less in volume—had joined the first in making a sticky mess all over him. He could feel the deep throb inside his body and knew Ari was coming into the condom buried in his ass.

They hung on to each other until the shudders died away, covered in a sheen of sweat with the air around them thick with the scent of their combined musk and sex.

Ari hung his head, coming down right along with him, hanging his head until the throb deep inside Eoghan tapered off. When he looked up again, the smile he wore was lascivious as he slowly pulled free, holding the base of the condom. Eoghan watched the still hard shaft as it eased out of him before dropping his feet to the bed and awkwardly scooting back to hang his legs over the end. Ari stepped back, walking unhurriedly out of the room with one hand cupping the condom and its full reservoir. He came back with a damp, warm washcloth to hand to Eoghan. It was an unbelievably unselfish thing to do and once again, he was amazed by how dear this man really was.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the washcloth and wiping the now translucent jizz sliding down his body. He wiped up the excess lube between his legs, and watched Ari climb onto the bed, crawling to him, and leaning over to kiss him. The man was an utter romantic, and Eoghan was completely charmed, feeling like he’d been swept off his feet as he pulled back and smiled down at him. Ari laid his head on one of the pillows and held out his arms.

“Come on, Eoghan. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna need to hold you while you tell me all about that scar.”

He’d forgotten all about it but now that he’d been reminded, he nodded, crawling over, and rolling into his arms. He let Ari pull him tightly to his chest, resting his cheek against one furry pec as he threw an arm over him, holding his warm body tightly. The memories of the day the attack had happened almost five years before, and having Ari’s strong arms around him as he repeated the story, was wonderful. He suddenly realized that he would probably always appreciatethe way his lover cared for him. He instinctively sensed when Eoghan needed him and that was an incredible thing between men who’d known each other less than a week. Any doubt that sleeping with and allowing the man to get as close to him as he was, bled away as he snuggled against his hot body.

“Tell me, Eoghan. Tell me what happened,” Ari said, kissing the top of his head. The gesture, in its gentleness, was so sweet, Eoghan felt his heart doing a flip-flop in his chest.

“About six months after Glad and I had become partnered, we were chasing down a fugitive werewolf who’d escaped another pair of I.S.R. marshals in south Texas,” he began. “We were attacked, and I nearly died. It was my own fault, but poor Glad blamed herself for the rest of her days.”

“Will you start at the beginning?”

Eoghan nodded. “Okay. It’s good for you to know how werewolves behave since we’re bound to encounter a pack at some point.”

“Good. So, how’d you two get involved with the fugitive chase?”

“Originally, the man had been captured not far from the Mexican border by U.S. Border Patrol and turned over to the civilian U.S. Marshals. Then he was to be handed off to Mexican authorities who had a fugitive warrant out for him. They were prepared to write up an extradition order because they guessed he was headed here. Border Patrol and the Marshals had no idea he wasn’t human. As far as they knew, he was a Mexican national and by all accounts one of the most dangerous members of a Mexican drug cartel.”

“How’d you find out about him?”

“The civilian Marshals let their boss know about him when they were attacked during the fifty-mile drive to meet up with the Mexican authorities at the border.”

Ari tightened his arms around Eoghan and then turned to look down at him when he lifted his face. “Wait a minute. Are you saying the civilian branch of the U.S. Marshals Service knows the I.S.R. even exists?”

Eoghan nodded and then sat up cross-legged in the bed so he could look down at him. He laid one hand on Ari’s muscular belly. “Indirectly. The Agency has liaisons with all U.S. civilian agencies including the civilian U.S. Marshals Service. Some of them don’t like working with us but most of them understand the I.S.R. serves a purpose. Occasionally you get a jerk out there who likes to throw shade at us but that doesn’t happen very often. I think the last time some civilian big shot decided to throw his weight around, he lost an eye when it was torn out and eaten by an angry alien.” Eoghan chuckled. “Sorry to laugh but some jackasses have to learn the hard way.”

Ari stared at him with wide eyes. “Holy shit.”

Eoghan shrugged, drawing patterns on Ari’s flat abs with one finger. “Anyway, in this case, the marshals picked up the fugitive from the Border Patrol and they were nearly killed when he apparently shifted and attacked them before escaping. They were in the ambulance, on the way to the hospital, when they reported they were attacked by a wolfman to their superiors. Rapid response picked up on the reports and notified the Agency that we had a problem.”

“So, the Texas I.S.R. team was called in?”

“Yes. They called in a sanitizing team like we do, and they cleaned up any memories of the wolf attack from the civilian marshals.”

“So, eventually, the I.S.R. marshals recaptured him?”

“Yes. They learned there’d been an attack on cattle. The culprit was identified as a very large wolf. I don’t know if you know this but in Texas, there are no more wolves. There are plenty of coyotes which adapt better to the climate whichscientists assume is why they moved on to higher elevations in New Mexico and Arizona. There were once tons of wolves, but there haven’t been any Canis lupus baileyi—Mexican gray wolves—in Texas since 1980. Even if there had been, they’d be considered small when compared to the wolf which attacked the cattle.

“As soon as reports came out, our rapid response team connected the dots. The Texas I.S.R. marshals put two and two together. Based on the wounds the cattle suffered, they knew they were dealing with a werewolf and since all U.S. werewolves within a hundred fifty miles of the cattle were living happily on their reservations, the marshals knew it had to be a rogue or lone wolf. And ergo, the leader of this drug cartel. Once they located him, they were able to recapture him.”

“I suppose you’ll tell me how we capture a werewolf later, but for purposes of this discussion, why don’t you tell me how he escaped the I.S.R. marshals a second time?” Ari asked.

“He got the drop on them. The only way to kill a werewolf is by silver bullet, just like they tell you in the movies, and the wolf somehow managed to overpower and disarm them before they could even get their guns out of their holsters. They didn’t stand a chance.”

“He killed them?” Ari reached out and took Eoghan’s hand, staring up at him like he was the last man on Earth.

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