Page 40 of Wolf Lost

As he slowly fell into a rhythm, bouncing up and down on Dez’s cock, that was all he could think about. This was what he needed, what he wanted, and right where he was supposed to be.

The feeling of Dez’s fingers, clutching his hips almost tight enough to bruise, was grounding instead of painful. Dez wouldn’t let him float away.

He grabbed Dez’s wrists in his hands, using them to tether himself, and let go of everything else, throwing his head back and riding.

A moment later, he started to feel the tug of a knot on every stroke, just big enough to catch for a second and then slip out. He rode it out for a moment, appreciating the extra friction, then clenched down and seated himself fully as Dez expanded inside him, tying them together.

The knot pressed on all the right spots inside him, so he continued rolling his hips back and forth. Dez was holding back moans beneath him, but Sawyer couldn’t focus on that. He needed just a little—a little more—

Dez clamped down on his hips and thrust up, sending Sawyer soaring over the edge, body taut, painting Dez’s belly with stripes of come.

He collapsed forward, bracing himself up with his arms and panting. The feel of Dez’s knot, still hard and demanding inside him, made his spent cock twitch valiantly in the attempt to revive itself, but it wasn’t to be. At least not yet.

He looked up at Dez, who was still hazy in the middle of his own orgasm—and Sawyer wouldn’t lie, he was a little jealous of that ability—and grinned. “Feel like I’m getting old. One orgasm, and I’m ready for another nap.”

When Dez’s tense muscles finally relaxed, he pulled Sawyer down against him and rolled them onto their sides. “Nap. I’ll get you your peanut butter later. Or order something in, maybe.”

Sawyer used the leg still hooked around Dez’s hip to draw him in tight and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Such a strong alpha provider.”

Dez snorted out a laugh. “Grr. Me caveman. Sex you up, feed you protein. You stay in my den forever.”

“Okay,” Sawyer agreed as he drifted off to sleep once again.

* * *

All the windowswere open on the first floor, and a breeze blew through the house. It wasn’t as cold as it had been a few weeks earlier, but it seemed like Dez was right, and the hottest Kismet would ever get was a warm spring day to Sawyer.

After almost two days of constant freezing cold, it was a welcome change.

Sawyer was leaning against the kitchen counter, using his finger to scrape the last dregs out of the jar of peanut butter when Dez and the guys arrived with food.

It was exactly what they had said they would be back with, but it felt so strange to Sawyer, watching them walk in with bag after bag of... groceries. He’d never seen the kitchen full of food that wasn’t bought already prepared, and he was a little concerned about one of them hurting himself, or the house, trying to cook.

“Sawyer, could you start finding places for all this stuff?” Gavin asked as he set the first bags down on the counter, then paused in the middle of turning back toward the door. “Dez, can you make sandwiches? Ash and I will go back for the rest of the bags.”

Without missing a beat, Dez nodded. Sawyer wasn’t sure Dez was any better than the rest of them at making sandwiches, but he was glad for the company while he started assigning things to random spots in the kitchen. He tried to make it make sense: all the baking supplies in the big upright cupboard near the ovens and that sort of thing, but he was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff.

“Do I want to know how many trips they’re going to have to make to bring everything in?” Sawyer asked.

Dez looked toward the door, head cocked to one side consideringly. “Four? It took three carts to get it all to the truck. Barely fit it all in there.”

Sawyer blinked in disbelief. “How much do you guys think we’re going to eat?”

“Says the man who can eat a whole chicken in one sitting.” Dez winked at him as he found the things to make sandwiches.

Sawyer had no idea how he found what he needed, given the huge number of bags and lack of rhyme or reason in how they were packed. The people at the store must have gotten overwhelmed, to stick the frozen peas and raw steak into a bag with pine floor cleaner. Good thing it hadn’t leaked.

“Steak?” he asked, holding up the packages as he headed for the fridge.

Dez shot a dubious look at the packages. “Gavin’s convinced he can make them edible on that huge grill setup out back, so we thought we’d give it a shot. There’s also a frozen lasagne for that night.”

“I heard that,” Gavin called. He spilled back into the front with Asher and a dozen bags between them.

Dez looked them over and rolled his eyes. “I take it back. Two trips, since these smartasses are trying to carry everything at once.”

Gavin grinned over his shoulder at them. “What’s the point of being ridiculously strong if you can’t take advantage of it?” He picked up the empty peanut butter container Sawyer had had his fingers in, didn’t even make a face, and tossed it into the recycle bin.

They had done the same thing when Dez had called them to come back that morning. He and Dez had opened the windows to try to air out the pungent scent of sex.

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