Page 45 of Wolf Reborn

Miles gave a tiny moan and arched up, and a second later, slick heat spread between their bodies.

“You like that a lot, don’t you, sweetheart? Like the idea of me fucking you all night and then all day? Stuffing you full of my cock?” Miles, whose eyes were squeezed tightly shut, nodded and whimpered. “Say it. Tell me.”

For a second, Miles gasped for air as Gavin kept sliding in and out of him, not giving him a moment to catch his breath after his orgasm. “Want it,” he finally forced out. “Want you to fuck me till I fall asleep on your cock. Want to wake up with you still fucking me.”

And maybe he was tired or worked up by the full moon, but that was enough for Gavin. He shoved into Miles hard, making sure his cock was planted deep inside him as his knot formed for the second time that night—only the third time ever—catching and holding him deep inside Miles as wave after slow wave of pleasure crashed over him.

Between orgasms, he rolled them so Miles lay atop him, pulling the blanket around him protectively. It was a little warm and sticky in the room for Gavin, but whatever Miles needed to be comfortable, he’d get.

Miles clenched down around Gavin’s cock and gave a sleepy smile when Gavin drew in a sharp breath. Gavin’s cock pulsed and another wave of orgasm washed over him.

A moment later, Miles’s breathing evened out, and he was asleep, just as he’d wanted, with Gavin still inside him.

* * *

Gavin driftedinto a half sleep as his body slowly unclenched and released its grip on Miles. He was eventually able to pull out and roll them onto their sides, wrapping himself around Miles to keep him warm.

When he woke, it was to Miles’s lithe body squirming against him, ass pressing back into Gavin’s already-hard dick. It seemed like the damn thing hadn’t relaxed entirely since their first fuck of the evening.

Remembering the earlier demand, combined with the rough handling Miles seemed to favor, Gavin rolled Miles over onto his belly. With little fanfare and no warning, he shoved inside Miles’s poor ill-used ass. It clenched around him reflexively, and Miles startled awake. When he realized what was happening, he moaned into the pillow. “Fuck, Gavin. Fuck me.”

The man was a sex fiend—there was no other answer. Somehow, over eight celibate months, Gavin hadn’t realized that Miles wanted every scrap of sex Gavin would give him.

And Gavin wanted to give him everything.

* * *

As they were lying there,drifting and sated after their fourth round, there was a knock on the door. Confident and short, it was a utilitarian kind of knock.

“Yeah, Dez?” he called softly.

“Given the smell permeating the house, I’m assuming you and Miles had a bit of a surprise last night?” His tone, while calm and unruffled, held a hint of amusement.

Gavin rolled his eyes, despite the fact that Dez couldn’t possibly see him. He’d know Gavin was rolling his eyes, and that was good enough. “Since you already know what’s going on, go away.”

There was a soft chuckle, followed by footsteps heading away. “Have a good day, Cap. We’ll cover the shop tomorrow for you too. When he’s done, your legs will be mush.”

Gavin wanted to take offense. He was an ex-Green Beret, dammit. He still jogged, and he was in great shape. His left thigh gave a twinge as he shifted it, and he cursed under his breath. It was a good thing these heats only lasted a day or so, or he wouldn’t be able to walk by the end of it.

Damn Dez.

23

The Cure

Sawyer was, for lack of a better term, inspecting Miles.

He held Miles’s chin between his finger and thumb as he turned it this way and that, like if he stared long enough, he would be able to see how Miles had become an omega werewolf. Apparently, it was both important and impossible.

“I just don’t get it,” he said finally, removing his hand. “I mean, it’s great. I fucking love being an omega now that I’m here, so congratulations on winning the lottery. But I’ve never in my life heard of a bitten wolf becoming one. It’s supposed to be impossible.”

“The pack never talked about omegas much,” Graham interjected from the other side of the kitchen counter where he was kneading some kind of dough. “But they would have said it was impossible for bitten wolves to be alphas too.”

Sawyer nodded to him. “I hadn’t heard of it before coming here either.” He hopped into the chair next to the one Miles was in and picked up his glass of water. “Everything about this pack is new.”

“It’s Gavin,” Graham said matter-of-factly, and Miles wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t like that.

Graham was calling Gavin special and important, and Miles agreed that he was both, so why did a frisson of fear run down his spine at Graham saying it out loud?

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