Page 10 of Wolf Reborn

Gavin freed one hand, somehow still easily holding Miles down with just one, and reached the other between them to palm Miles’s cock. He’d barely gotten his hand wrapped around it, squeezing once, when Miles’s world shattered around him. It was the most mind-blowing orgasm he’d had in his life. Gavin held his eye throughout, his thrusts steady and hand tugging at Miles’s cock.

Only after Miles came down a fraction, panting for breath, did Gavin increase his own speed, leaning down once more to press his teeth into Miles’s neck. Not biting down, just holding him like that as he stiffened and curled around Miles’s body, coming silently.

Inside Miles.

Now there was a thing he never thought he’d find quite so satisfying.

He half expected Gavin to leap up and go grab a damp rag to wash them down with, but instead, he stayed there like that for a long time, and when he pulled out of Miles, he still didn’t move away. All he did was manhandle Miles until his head was on a pillow near the headboard, and then aggressively spooned him, face still pressed into Miles’s neck.

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Miles wokewith a smile on his face. Sure, every muscle in his body ached, but it was the kind of ache he loved. The kind of ache he rarely had. There weren’t too many men out there who could drag him around like Gavin had, and he’d loved every second of it.

For a moment, he let himself bask in the feeling. Gavin had finally done something about the constant smoldering looks they were shooting at each other, and it had been absolute fucking perfection.

He turned to find Gavin, face down on the bed, breathing deep and even. The man had been up way too late the night before, and Miles didn’t think he’d gotten to sleep when he himself had drifted off. Since he didn’t want to wake him, he slid off the bed as slowly and quietly as possible.

Gavin shifted a little, muttered in his sleep, and hugged the pillow tighter. Had he said Miles’s name? Nah. Couldn’t have been. Gavin might have feelings for him, but that was just wishful thinking.

He half wanted to stay there, snuggle up with Gavin and while away the morning, but he had a feeling that wasn’t in the cards. Gavin liked to think things through, and something told Miles he hadn’t done his thinking the night before. That meant he’d need some time alone to process what had happened between them. Miles could handle that.

He took a moment to gather his clothes, strewn across the floor in every direction. It had been a hell of a thing to see, staid Gavin really letting loose.

He finished dressing and stopped to look at the man for a moment, sleeping like the dead. He could get used to the sight. Gavin’s muscled back, rising and falling in the steady breathing of deep sleep, right next to where Miles himself had spent the night.

Oh yes, he could get used to this all too easily.

He took a moment to pick up his belt, trying hard not to make noise, though the nature of the thing was to make noise. Gun, radio, cuffs—it was like all the items on it were designed to keep people nearby from sleeping. It didn’t help that it had gotten trapped beneath the cord of a lamp. He managed to free it without toppling the lamp and making both noise and a mess, though, and when he looked up, Gavin was still asleep.

Carrying the belt in one hand and his shoes in the other, Miles sneaked over toward the central staircase.

He stopped at the top to put the shoes and belt on. The smell of food cooking was wafting up the stairs, and since Miles was stuck doing a walk of shame, he figured at least he could do it fully dressed.

Not that he was ashamed.

What was there to be ashamed of? He’d gotten fucked, well and quite thoroughly, by the man he’d been dating for eight months. It was hardly a great scandal. The other people in the house were well aware of the concept, since most of them were getting laid on the regular.

He dusted himself off, took a deep breath, and went downstairs, head held high.

Dez looked up from where he was scrambling eggs and frying bacon, and froze in place, staring at Miles.

“Sweet pea, is the bacon ready? I need some extra meat.” Dez’s boyfriend, Sawyer, called from another room. When Dez didn’t immediately answer, he sauntered in. When he saw Miles, he also froze. “Holy shit.”

“Hi,” was the most intelligent thing Miles could muster to say. He’d known what he was walking into, and yet, somehow, it was more uncomfortable than he’d imagined.

“Ancestors, Ash, at least let me get my pants on,” a voice said from the same direction as Sawyer had come. There was the noise of a door closing—the back-deck door?—and the click of claws on tile, like a dog.

“Ash, don’t—” Sawyer got out before a wolf sauntered into the kitchen. The giant golden wolf from the night before, Miles was sure of it. He’d never heard of a wolf that color before.

A big black wolf with a limp. Dez’s limp.

An enormous gold wolf called Ash. Ash, the beautiful blond man who was one of Gavin’s brothers-in-arms.

For a moment, Miles’s brain refused to process the information being offered. It was too ridiculous.

Full moon special, Gavin had said the day before. Did most people track the full moons? Gavin had a family get-together on the full moon. An inclusive little family that Miles had never quite been able to penetrate, no matter how hard he’d tried, how nice he’d been.

He blinked, staring at the wolf, and at Ash’s boyfriend, Graham, who came in after him, eyes wide and nervous.

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