by Zoe Perdita
"That’s not the way it was seven years ago and you still left!" he shouts, and it seems like all four brothers disappear from the room. This is just Dmitri and me- an old friendship and an old grudge I never knew he held.
"After that night- after that attack and what happened between us- I couldn't stay. I had to get away from you. Get away from all of you. You have no idea how hard it was to want something I couldn't have. To ache and need something that I couldn't explain." The words tumble out of my mouth, and I can do nothing to stop them. Shit. Did I just admit the real reason I left- not UCLA but them and their stupid hold over me. Their perfection. Their beauty. Their mysterious allure. It drew me in, caught me in their web, and now I'm tangled so thoroughly I don't know if I'll ever pulled free. I don't know if I want to.
In the silence that follows my admission, I hear nothing but crickets chirping in the darkening yard and my heart pounding in my chest. Dammit. Why am I so weak- so pathetic? This weird mutual obsession we have for each other can't be good on our wellbeing, but I can't do anything to stop it.
"Finished?" Yuri asks, and Dmitri rights his chair and sits back down. Without a word they continue eating their dinner like they're mulling over what I said.
I push my plate away, suddenly not hungry anymore, and wait for them to finish. Cleanup is an equally glum affair and although it's not late the fatigue of argument settles over me and makes me yawn.
When we were kids the brothers would settle in for a game of chess after dinner, but it looks like none of them are in the mood. Instead they close and lock all the windows and do the same to the front and back doors. That white wolf would sure have a lot of balls to try to break in here. And suddenly I wonder what his human form is and if I've met him. The brothers probably won’t tell me if I asked.
As we head upstairs Dmitri grabs my arm and yanks me toward his room. I glanced back at Yuri- who usually has something to say about his younger brother's rash behavior- but his face is entirely impassive. I guess he approves of Dmitri's actions for once.
My old friend shuts the door and it sounds like a guillotine falling on a block. For a moment he just stares at me and I stare back, trying to meet his eyes with as much ferocity as I can muster. I don't think I muster much. About a million questions run through my mind, but my mouth won't produce any of them. What the hell is wrong with me? Why is my heart beating so hard in my chest- my skin slick with sweat and anticipation? Is he going to touch me like he did on that camping trip so long ago? Finish the job he started?
"You left because of us?" he asks in a low growl.
I nod stiffly. "I didn't know if I was gay or not. Dammit. I didn't want to be gay, okay? But I wanted all of you and it hurt to want you. It hurt to know I could probably never have you- and that I was a greedy bastard for jerking off while thinking of you. Jerking off a lot."
The shadow of a wolfish grin slips across Dmitri's lips. "You can have us now, so what's the problem? Why do you still want to leave?"
"Because I'm wolf’s bait. That's the only reason you want me. Maybe that's the only reason I want you. It's not real attraction; it's this curse!"
And like that the smile is gone, replaced with a scowl. Suddenly his body seems to dwarf the room although we're the same height. His broad shoulders and finely muscled chest loom over me. Each step he takes forces me further toward his bed- making my breath catch in my throat as I tumble onto the thin sheets. A moment later he's on top of me, his bare chest pressed flat against mine, the deep gashes in his shoulder scabbed over and red.
I don't have the breath for words. Just like when we were teenagers, he smashes his lips against mine, and I ease my mouth open and admit his tongue inside. My fingers run through his silky hair- so much like his brothers- and my body transports back to that night. The ache I felt in my cock then is the same thing I feel now.
His hands grope at my chest, pushing my T-shirt over my head. The only thing keeping us from each other’s bodies now is our jeans, and I wonder where my trepidation went. My initial refusal of Yuri seems to fade away. Maybe it's because this is Dmitri- my Dmitri- my best friend growing up. And I get to have the night with him I always wanted. The night I always dreamed of.
"I want you fuck me," I whisper in his ear and nibble at his soft lobe. For once I don’t want to run away. I don’t feel any need to escape. My mind and body are in total agreement. I want Dmitri.
He growls and yanks off my jeans as I fumble with his button and zipper. Once I get his pants off, I take in his naked form. The strength and his thighs, the thickness of his turgid member, the lines of muscle that run toward his groin- all send shivers of desire through my body. Why did this take seven years to happen? Leaning forward, I kiss the red marks on his chest, the long scratch of the white wolf’s dangerous claws. He did this to protect me- got injured to save my life.
His hands tangle in my hair, and I run my tongue over his nipples, rolling the pert pink nubs around with my lips and teeth until he hisses in satisfaction. I kiss lower, nearing the throbbing heat of his cock- relishing the salty sweat of his stomach under my mouth- his fingers digging into the muscles of my back. Then I lick the rounded head, lapping up the milky white pre-come hungrily. His body responds with an involuntary buckling of his hips toward my mouth, and I smile up at him before taking the whole length inside. It beats against my tongue, the veins pounding with each smooth bob of my head. Above me, my old friend moans and I suck hard, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat pleasingly. I never wanted a dick inside my body so badly in my whole life!
Suddenly, Dmitri’s pushes me back, his length sliding out of my mouth with a slight pop, and his forest green eyes shine in the dim light of the room. He smiles his wolfish grin. “Do you really want this, Sammy?” he asks and leans over me.
I nod, unable to find my voice at the moment, and lick my lips.
His mouth presses against mine with the sense of urgency I remember from seven years ago, the fumbling heat of our tongues mingle together, his slick cock smashed against mine. I writhe under him, groping at his back and round ass, his skin as smooth and beaded with sweat as my own. Then his lips kiss the rough edge of my jaw, his own stubble rubbing my unshaven cheek. Kisses turn to bites, nips of soft flesh he suckles in his expert mouth- pulling the skin sharply until I gasp in delight at the mix of pleasure and pain.
He moves lower down my aching body, his mouth gliding over the needy tip of my cock and bypassing it for the weight of my balls instead. The tickle of tongue and lips sets fire of my blood as they caress the long neglected weight of my testicles and a blunt finger traces the line of my taint toward the tight hole of my ass. Then, with surprising strength, Dmitri lifts my thighs and eases open my cheeks. Even with my body bent at this strange angle, I can’t think straight. The prickling moisture of his tongue dances across my over sensitive skin, nudging the back entrance with a persistent desire. I roll my hips, hoping for a deeper kind of intrusion, but he leans back and kisses my thighs instead.
“Lube,” he growls and opens his little nightstand.
“Yeah,” I breathe. I know the basics of gay sex even if I’ve never had anything shoved in that hole before. I’m glad he’s going to be the first.
He coats his hands in the slick liquid, and I take the bottle and rub it over his rock hard cock. The throbbing length under my hands feels right, and he groans as he slips a finger into my small entrance. My body clenches, squeezing his blunt digit as searing fire shots up my back and down my thighs.
“Relax,” he whispers, kissing my forehead as he eases it in and out.
I breathe, grip the sheets with my lube slick hands, and will my body to let him inside. “Okay,” I say.
Slowly, he slips another finger inside, the two stretching me wider than before, and the tip of one nudges a little spot of delight. I moan at the intensity of the touch, moving my hips to get another passionate contact. Grinning, he adds a third finger to the first, the sensation of all three sliding in an
d out of me, hitting that spot of excited nerves with each entrance, makes it hard to think straight.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
Then he pulls his hand free and leans over me, lifting my legs for better access, the blunt tip of his cock nudging my stretched ass. I lean into him, kissing him with years of pent up passion as he urges his body inside mine. A scotching ache of delight sets my skin alight- and I groan into his lips and mouth, gripping onto his back with my slippery hands.
He grabs my hips, thrusting with slow precision- his thick heat hitting that perfect spot as his mouth mingles against mine. It takes a few minutes, but we work out a sort of rhythm between my hips and his. Shit this feels good!
Leaning back, I shift my hips for deeper admission, and Dmitri takes my invitation, shoving his turgid member into me harder and faster- the power of each ruthless ram bringing a muffled scream to my lips. I can’t see straight. Nothing exists but me and him and this moment of pure passion.
Reaching down, he grips my throbbing cock and pumps it quickly, in time with each powerful penetration. My balls tighten and contract. I can’t hold out any longer. Can’t keep back the floodgates of my needy release.
Gasping, my hot come squirts out, bathing my chest in the milky juice as he slams into me. His breathing is as shallow as mine, my body twitching with satisfied pleasure as he releases his load inside me. The warmth fills me- overflows- and he thrusts in a few more times as his cock deflates in my come filled ass. With a slick pop he pulls his member free and collapses on top of me, his face buried in my chest and his heart hammering against my stomach.
I close my eyes, smiling and exhausted as his kisses pepper my sweat slick skin.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his body sliding over mine, his weight and musky scent engulfing me.
It must be a wolf thing to be so possessive, but I don’t mind right now. Not at all. “Okay,” I agree sleepily as he rolls of me, and I cuddle into his protective arms. “I’ll be yours.”
And together we fall asleep- all thoughts of the white wolf a distant memory- at least for the moment.
Chapter 5
A single ray of morning sunlight creeps through the curtains and shines straight in my eyes. Next to me, the sultry form of Dmitri lays sprawled on the bed, his left foot hanging over the side and the gentle rumble of his snores reminds me of our sleepovers in high school. My stomach keeps doing these stupid little backflips- a giddy sense of excitement that hammers my heart and sends electric sparks over my skin. Does it always feel like this the first time? Or is it just because it was Dmitri? I mean, I fooled around with girls and guys in the past, but nothing ever went this far. It's like my body didn't want me to give into them. It only wanted me to give in to wolves. I guess that's part of what it means to be wolf’s bait.
Slowly, Dmitri blinks open his forest green eyes and turns up the corner of his mouth into a sleepy smirk. His body, slightly more muscular than his lanky brothers, is naked and delectable in the morning light. Just like last night, I don't have any reservations about this- about him.
"Good morning, Sammy," he says, the slight touch of a Russian accent in his smooth voice.
"Morning," I mumble and lean in, kissing his chest lightly. His musty scent and the slight salty tang of his skin fills my mouth and nose.
Moaning, he runs his fingers through my reddish brown hair- similar to his own rusty red. His fingers burn against my scalp in the muggy heat of the room. Even the fan in the corner only blows warm air over our sweat slick bodies. I look up and smile at his devilishly handsome face- the crooked Russian nose, the sardonic green eyes and the slightly pouty lips. He's perfect. Just like all the Lowell brothers.
"Shower before breakfast?" he asks, and I nod. No way in hell I'm turning down an opportunity like that.
In the past I probably would've put on pants before heading down the hall to the upstairs bathroom, but since every single member of his wolf pack has already seen me nude and touched my dick at some time or another, I don't see a point. Dmitri doesn't either. It's not that it matters since no one is in the hallway to begin with. From downstairs, the smells of breakfast waft up to us- the scent of fried meat and eggs enticing my taste buds, but as he pulls me into the bathroom all thought of food is lost.
Dmitri gives me his best wolfish grin as he turns on the water and the room fills with steamy heat. Together we step in and fumble with soap and shampoo. It's not one of those showers meant for two people- just an old claw footed tub with a shower curtain around it. Not the kind of romantic getaways fancy hotels have. But, as I scrub Dmitri's back and chest, the rich clean suds smoothing over his sexy body, I really don't care.
"We used to take showers like this back then," he says.
I chuckle and shake my head. "Not exactly like this. We didn't wash each other."
He turns around and puts his hands on my chest, his fingers slender just like his brothers. "I wanted to wash you, Sammy."
My heart does that weird backflip thing again, and I trail my fingers down the smooth skin of his stomach, past his belly button and wrap my hand around his half hard cock. I honestly don't know how I would've reacted if he tried to scrub me when we were teenagers. Okay, I probably would've gotten the world's fastest erection and then let him do whatever he wanted to. Not much different from now, I guess.
Dmitri grips the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss. His lips light my mouth on fire, and I ease it open so our tongues mingle together. We press our chests flat against each other- our hearts beating in time. The rough edge of his cheek tickles the unshaven side of mine and the desperate ache in my groin seeps over my entire body until it's almost unbearable.
With my soapy hand, I slowly stroke him; each cleansing jerk of his throbbing length elicits a growl from his throat and chest. My lips explore the prickled edge of his jaw, his neck, and I suckle on his skin the way he did to mine the night before. A sharp intake of breath through his perfect, white teeth tells me I'm doing this right.
"God, I want to fuck you again," he groans and grabs my ass- his fingers digging into my rounded flesh with needy urgency.
Before I can respond, he slips a soapy digit into my sore entrance, and I moan at the sudden intrusion. "Shit."
He nips at my bottom lip and grinds his rock hard member into mine as he probes me deeper and faster. For a minute I forget what I'm doing and my hand slips off his dick. I grab his slender hips instead, holding on for dear life. Another finger joins the first, stretching me wider, and the aching pleasure shoots up my back, exciting nerves all over my hungry body. God, I hope he has some lube.
Although we are just about the same height, Dmitri's werewolf strength is far superior to my own. With a slight pop he pulls his fingers free and flips me around. I bend over automatically and present my ass to him like some kind of prize. Anticipation gathers on my skin like sweat. He growls and pulls back the shower curtain, the slightly cooler bathroom air rising goose bumps across my flesh. He fumbles in a drawer and pulls out the trusty bottle of KY; the squish of the lube squirting into his hand entices me even further. Damn, it's like anything he does turns me on. Weird. I wonder if it's the same for him.
The plastic tip of the bottle pressed into my aching hole shakes me from my thoughts, and I gasp as he squirts the cool substance inside me. Guess he didn't want to waste any time. As soon as Dmitri removes it, the fat head of his throbbing cock takes its place, and I grab onto the side of the tub. My knuckles white and my jaw clenched as he forces himself inside. The pounding heat of his thick shaft stretches my entrance- the torturous delight ignites my nerves and slackens my eager erection into nothing. Was he this big last night?
"Fuck!" I groan as he fills me to the hilt.
"Too much?" he asks and rubs my hips in slow circles.
"No," I pant and will my dick to get hard again.
He holds still as my body gets accustomed to the size and depth of the dick buried inside it- the angle so much different than the night before. His
fingers grope around my stomach and fumble with my limp cock, slowly urging it back to life with each slick stroke. Pushing my ass into him, I moan, and he thrusts slowly. In and out. The head of his cock grazing against that bundle of excitable nerves- each steady caress adding to the building need for release in my aching balls.
"Harder," I moan and move my hips in time with his.
His fingers dig into my skin, bruising my flesh to the bone, and he thrusts with newfound determination. The ragged huffs of our breath, the slick slap of skin against skin and the pounding passion of his body engorging mine with his inflamed member are the only thing I can focus on. How have I gone twenty-five years without being fucked like this?
My whole body bathes in the glorious sensation of each thrust, each stroke, taking a closer and closer to the inevitable edge of our pleasure. Just as I am about to come, my balls twitching and a strangled gasp escaping my lips, Dmitri grips on the base of my cock and squeezes.
"Not yet," he growls and slams into me.
My knees slip on the slick white porcelain, and I grasp onto the edge of the bathtub for dear life, resting my elbows over it. My brain's so clouded with lust the painful need for release is the only thing I can focus on.
Just when I think my pleasure overloaded body can't take it anymore, he pumps me once, twice- in time with his ruthless assault on my ass- and we both come at once. His heat fills me up, buried hilt deep, as my own load spills across the back of the tub. I'm gasping for air, I don't know if I’ll ever be able to catch my breath again. My body drips with a mixture of water and sweat. I know we need another bath, but I don't think I can stand right now.
His dick pops free, and I sink to the bottom of the bathtub, my ass sore from the abuse of the past two days, but I don't regret it- not one fucking minute of it.
Dmitri lowers himself next to me, and smiles that familiar wolfish grin. "Bath this time?" he pants and kisses my forehead.
