The Wolf's Man Friday

by Julia Talbot

  “I’m older than I look.” The next bite made Sebastian grab Jax’s ass and squeeze.

  “Mmm. Good. I like some experience.” He wasn’t a shrinking violet or a virgin. He’d played a lot.

  Jaxon rumbled, the sound an odd mix of bark and squeak. Foxes were so weird. But hot. Smokin’ hot.

  He wrapped one hand around Jaxon’s cock and dragged it along the heavy shaft, base to the tip.

  That got him a long, hoarse groan, Jaxon riding his touch. “Fuck. That feels good.”

  He hoped so. He had good hands, or so he’d been told. The soft, hot skin covered the hard shaft, and he explored, feeling the drops of need that escaped at the tip.

  His own need backed off as he focused, working the slit with his thumb. Fascinated, he breathed deep, the dark, musky scent of Jaxon filling his senses, imprinting deep in his soul. God, so good. He could eat Jaxon up.

  Jaxon stared at him, into him. Those eyes were glowing, need carved into the lines around his mouth. He traced the lines with this tongue, learning Jax’s flavors.

  They rocked, Jaxon pushing into his hand, these amazing sounds coming out of him. He squeezed harder, letting every callus drag and tug.

  Jaxon arched up, body like a bow, every muscle standing out. Oh, that was pretty, and he wanted to watch it all the way to the end. He wanted to see this little fox come for him, watch the way he shook and shouted.

  He growled softly, rubbing his thumb over the tip, petting the head of Jaxon’s dick.

  “Oh. Oh, oh….” Jaxon’s eyes widened, and he jerked madly, hot seed spreading over his wrist and the back of his hand.

  There. That worked. A nice orgasm for Jax. One for him, and then a nap.

  “Mmm. You are handy to have around.” Jaxon slid down his body, pushing back to land on the floor.

  “As a pocket on a shirt, so to speak.”

  “Right?” Jaxon helped him open and wiggle out of his pants until he could kick them off.

  His prick bobbed in between them, red-tipped and achingly hard.

  “There’s my prize.” Jaxon surged up to lick his cock, tongue hot and rough.

  “Fuck.” He bit out the word, his eyes slamming back in his head as he bucked. That was—well, Jaxon was damn enthusiastic, and he’d forgotten how it felt to need like this, to have his balls heavy and aching.

  “You taste like heaven.” Jaxon breathed the words against his skin.

  “More. I need. Please.” He arched up, and Jaxon slid warm hands under his ass.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Jaxon opened up to take him in, lips sealing around him, tongue slapping the shaft, pulling him deep, controlling his thrusts.

  Heat flooded him, his skin feeling too tight, the world too bright. He arched up, testing to see how committed Jaxon was, and the man sank right down to the base.

  Sebastian dropped back to his elbows and spread wide. He wanted to watch every frickin’ moment of this.

  Jaxon moved with him, flowing up, lips never leaving his skin. They were both back on the bed now, and Jaxon began bobbing up and down, making these crazy, sweet noises.

  This couldn’t be real, but it felt like magic. He couldn’t argue with it. Not now.

  Now he needed to feel this.

  He reached down, sliding his hand over Jaxon’s dark red hair. So pretty, bouncing over his lap, licking and lapping at him.

  Jaxon moaned for him, those hands braced on his thighs now, never missing an inch as he worked up and down.

  He couldn’t quite breathe, couldn’t focus on anything but Jaxon’s mouth. Hot, wet, and perfect, the contact made his eyes roll back in his head.

  Then Jaxon began to hum, and everything went white-hot. The vibrations traveled to his balls, making them draw up tight.

  He howled softly, trying to warn Jaxon that he was close.

  Jaxon just moved faster, reaching up with one hand to press his balls to the base of his shaft. Lights flared behind his eyes and he shot, pushing himself deep as he took his pleasure.

  That quick tongue caught every bit of his seed, Jaxon licking, then swallowing. Hot little fuck.

  His eyes rolled as he groaned, his hips jerking spasmodically. His nipples were so tight they might just pop off his chest, and his head might explode with the static that filled his brain.

  His head fell back, his balls throbbing. Christ, he wasn’t even going down.

  “Mmm.” Jaxon rubbed a surprisingly stubbly cheek against his shaft. “Nice.”

  “Fuck.” He struggled to catch his breath, to focus.

  “Shh.” Jaxon climbed up his body like a man scaling a boulder. “Just rest, huh? It’s been a day.”

  “A day. Shit.” It had been months.

  “I know.” Jaxon crawled up to sit against the headboard. “Want a scalp massage? I’m really good at it.”

  “I—what?”

  “Here.” Jaxon tugged him over so he lay between Jaxon’s legs, his back on the way-fuzzier-than-he’d-imagined thighs. Then Jaxon dug both hands into his hair, rubbing his head.

  Sebastian’s eyes crossed. Oh fuck a doodle goddamn doo.

  He was gonna melt. Whoosh. That was—Uhn.

  “Mmm. That’s it. I have you. Let it go.”

  “Wha—Let go.” His words slurred, his body beginning to relax. His eyes closed like he had no control, no sense. All he could do was moan. This wasn’t sexual. This was bone-deep comfort.

  “Shh. I have this.”

  “Okay.” Okay, he could let Jaxon carry the weight. Just while he slept.

  Ron trusted him, right? Uncle wouldn’t let him down.

  He melted into Jaxon’s embrace. He could rest. A nap. Later he would get his ass up and fight the good fight again.

  Chapter Six

  JAXON DID crosswords on his phone. He checked in with Tyrone via text. He ordered food for delivery through the recommended delivery service. Denny’s, apparently. All the while he stood, well laid, guard over Sebastian.

  The man gave him a very protective bone.

  They had the room for two days, just to give Sebastian some rest, and Tyrone too. After all, the man had taken a crash and just kept on driving.

  He had more and more respect for the big herd animals.

  Jax yawned, stretching a little. He felt dozy, and that was a danger zone. Maybe he should do some sit-ups. He frowned over the edge of the bed. Carpet questionable.

  Sebastian moved closer, snuggling up to him.

  He chuckled. Right. Saving him from himself. No sit-ups. Jaxon laid a hand on Sebastian’s back, rubbing little circles with his fingers.

  Sebastian hummed softly, the big head so heavy against him. Such a wolf. He liked wolves as a rule, as long as they didn’t try to eat him.

  This one made him want to bite and keep him.

  That was dangerous. This was a job, and while it was good to care, it wasn’t great to be blind to what was going on because he focused too much on Sebastian.

  Sebastian frowned, coming awake in a rush, going from sound asleep to focused in less than a second.

  “Hey! You’re okay. I swear.” Jaxon grabbed Sebastian’s arms.

  “What’s wrong?” Sebastian rolled up, eyes a bright, shocking blue.

  “Nothing. Nothing. I was just thinking how I wanted to bite you.” He rolled off the bed, though, checking windows and door. “I’m not one to ignore your instincts.”

  “You said it was dangerous.”

  He stopped, then turned to stare. He’d thought it, yes….

  “I was just talking to the TV.”

  “Oh. Sorry.” Sebastian climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom without so much as a growl.

  Shit. What the hell was that about? Maybe Sebastian was super sensitive in his sleep.

  He’d have to watch that. The last thing he needed was the wolf hearing him thinking too loud. Especially the wolf he was protecting.

  Jaxon pulled on his pants, just in case Sebastian was in ass-kicking mode now.

  Sebastian came
back out, shot Jaxon a glance, then nodded once and headed for his own slacks, tugging them on before sliding back into the bed, leaving him room on the other side. Then he grabbed his phone.

  “Hey.” Jaxon caught his other hand. “I still want to bite you.”

  He got a wide-eyed look. “You were uncomfortable. I know that I shouldn’t have taken advantage. That’s not cool.”

  Lord, why was he about to argue? Because he couldn’t stop thinking of Sebastian in his pleasure. “No, I was fine. I just didn’t want you to freak out. We’re overthinking.”

  “Are we?”

  He reached out and stroked Sebastian’s leg, then his belly, his still-bare chest. “We so are. There’s nowhere to go until tomorrow. Let’s play.”

  Sebastian stared at him, then slowly put the phone away. “I can do that.”

  “Good deal.” Jax clamped down on his bad-idea thoughts.

  “It is a bad idea, but… I’m okay with that.”

  “Me too.” He grinned hugely, ready to get busy. In fact, he was ready to take his pants off again, so he did.

  “Thank God. I hate putting on dirty clothes.” Finicky wolf.

  “Such a designer,” he teased. Okay, so Sebastian did cloth, not clothing, but still. “Oh, and Tyrone said he had a go bag in the car, so you have clean clothes for tomorrow.”

  “He would go out and find me soft sweats. He knows me.”

  So do I. The thought was sudden, sharp, and hungry.

  Jaxon shook it off, just reaching out to touch Sebastian’s cheek. He wanted.

  Sebastian hummed and pushed into his touch with a soft little smile. That was so much better than worry and self-consciousness. So much.

  He drew Sebastian down toward him, dragging them together so he could feel. They rubbed all along each other, from chest to thighs, and oh, it was perfect. That he could let Sebastian hear.

  Sebastian was bigger than him, but not so much that they didn’t fit together. In fact, when he rolled Sebastian to his back, Jaxon fit perfectly in the cradle formed by those strong thighs.

  He rolled up, rocking them together, nice and steady. That thick cock made him happy, made his ass clench from him thinking about it inside him. He had to wonder if Sebastian switched, if Sebastian took it.

  His whole body surged at that idea as well.

  Sebastian groaned, dragging them together faster, soft growls on the air.

  “Uh-huh. Do you? If I let you, will you let me?”

  “Yeah. I do. I will.”

  Oh, excellent. That was the perfect answer. Now, what did they have to use for lube?

  There had to be something—conditioner? Oh hell, yeah.

  “Be right back.” He rolled off and pelted to the bathroom. Boom. Single serve, even.

  When he got back, he found Sebastian rolled on one side, watching him.

  Jaxon fought the urge to do a wiggly dance. Dork. He was such a dork. Instead he jumped up on the bed and grinned. “Ta-da.”

  “Indeed.” That low voice made him shiver.

  He bounced across the mattress as if he were hunting, then grabbed his prize. Hot, hard cock.

  Sebastian bucked once, obviously surprised, eyes going wide.

  “I know, right? It’s like it’s always a surprise when someone touches you there. Even my own hand can make me all breathless.”

  “It’s way better when someone else touches you.”

  “God, yes.” He licked his lips, stroking up and down. The fat prick swelled between his fingers, making him moan. Goddess, that was delicious.

  “What—Will you ride me, Jaxon? So I can watch?”

  “I would love to. Needy man.”

  “Been a while. I’ve been busy.” Sebastian’s cheeks went pink.

  “Well, and I’m special.” He wanted to bite the words off his tongue, but they slipped out too fast. No begging, Jax. None.

  “Yes. Unique. Irresistible.”

  “Good.” He popped the top on the slick stuff. “Want to get me ready?”

  Sebastian took the conditioner from him, wet his fingers, and then pushed back behind Jaxon’s balls.

  Jaxon moaned, pressing back with his hips to open up, encouraging. The touch of those fingers made him jerk, his whole body on high alert. He hadn’t been so randy in years, so eager to be touched and touch back. Sebastian made him a little crazy. As a fox. Heh.

  One long finger slid inside him, Sebastian testing him gently. When he bore down easily, one more slipped in on the next pass. Then Sebastian began to drive into him, spreading him wide, slicking him.

  “Please.” He panted, riding those touches, breathless as hell.

  “Whenever you’re ready to ride. Do it.”

  “Okay.” He moved up, Sebastian’s fingers slipping free. He steadied Sebastian’s cock with one hand, the other on that fuzzy chest.

  Sebastian watched him, eyes glowing from within, shining at him. It was blistering, that focus, that power. Sebastian could totally be an Alpha.

  Jaxon wasn’t sure if he wanted that or not.

  When he slid down, they both grunted, because he went all the way until his butt hit Sebastian’s skin. Sebastian grabbed hold of his hips, the pressure enough to make him gasp and buck.

  The stretch of that thick cock inside him sent lightning up his spine, the thunderstorm crashing inside his head. His fingers curled, catching the heavy chestnut mat of hair and tugging.

  God, he loved the feel of Sebastian. The scent of him. Jaxon was fast becoming addicted. Ridiculous, because he only barely knew him, but true somehow.

  He began to move, pushing up until his thighs burned, then lowering back down. Sebastian helped, hands dragging him into one thrust after another, the burn in his ass enough to make him want to scream.

  They rocked, him riding Sebastian like a prize pony. His muscles strained and sweat dripped, but he couldn’t stop and couldn’t look away from those eyes, Sebastian staring right back into him.

  Sebastian drove up into him like a piston, slamming his hips into each thrust. The contact jolted him every time, but Jaxon needed more and more.

  He stretched out along Sebastian’s body, the angle of the fat cock shifting inside him. Jaxon bent to take a kiss then, letting Sebastian fuck his mouth as well as his ass, their tongues tangling. His prick slid on Sebastian’s belly, dragging on the ridged muscles.

  “Pretty.” Sebastian grabbed his cock, stroking it, and the whole world went white for a moment, the touch throwing off his rhythm.

  He barked out his surprise, his entire body going tight.

  “Yeah.” Sebastian chuckled, rubbing him but good. “Fucking feel that all around me.”

  “Hard. You’re so hard.” That cock was a damn club.

  Sebastian’s head bobbed as he swallowed. “Fucking hot inside. Come on.”

  “More.” He needed it harder. Deeper. Jaxon needed that edge of danger.

  Sebastian growled and spun them, slamming him into the mattress as that fat cock plowed him.

  “Yeah. That’s it.” He clung to Sebastian’s shoulders. Spreading wide to take it all.

  Sebastian gave no quarter, jarring him, forcing him to feel every inch. His ass slid on the sheets, his shoulders stopping at the pillows before his head hit the headboard. Fuck, it felt good. He grabbed Sebastian’s shoulders, forcing himself up to meet each thrust.

  “Soon.” He panted the words, his cock so hard he was afraid it would explode.

  “Now.” Sebastian bit into the curve of his shoulder.

  That sting was perfect, sending him soaring. He shot so hard his teeth rattled, painting Sebastian’s skin with his seed.

  Sebastian growled and fucked him, snarling for a few more harsh thrusts before heat filled him.

  Jaxon felt every throb, every spurt of need Sebastian gave him. Nothing sexual had ever felt so perfect. Nothing.

  Damn. So fucking good. Sebastian sounded so satisfied.

  “Uh-huh. You’re stunning, honey.” Jaxon kinda wanted to fox out an
d groom his fur.

  Sebastian rested down against him, heavy, solid as a stone.

  Wrapping around Sebastian, he sighed, the air leaving his lungs in a long, yoga-like breath. Yeah. Good.

  “You gonna be wigged if I fuzz out?”

  Jaxon chuckled. “Hell no. You gonna try to eat me if I join you?”

  “Nah. I’ll know you.” Sebastian sounded comfortable, sure.

  “Good deal.” He was pretty aware in his fox form too. “You need space?” Some shifters needed enough room for an old-school Wonder Woman transformation.

  “Bah.” Sebastian shook once, and a timber wolf was next to him, easy as pie. Damn. Impressive.

  He closed his eyes and thought about red fur and whiskers and his fox came to him, taking over his body.

  He held himself still, waiting for Sebastian to acknowledge him, let him know it was safe, and when the big wolf relaxed on his side on the bed, Jaxon knew it was okay.

  Moving slowly, he slid close and curled up against Sebastian’s warm, fuzzy belly. Oh, soft. And the scent. He groaned and rubbed. Sebastian chuffed softly, held him down with one paw, and began to groom him. Whoa.

  That rough tongue was huge, but he’d wanted to clean his fur, hadn’t he? Take that, matted pelt.

  Sebastian was thorough, detail-oriented, and so very focused.

  His tail got the most attention, the fluffy expanse seeming to fascinate Sebastian to no end. He got it. His tail was prodigious.

  Jaxon licked the air a little, Sebastian’s care making him happy.

  He chirruped softly, expressing his joy, his pleasure. Sebastian was good to him. He nibbled at Sebastian’s ruff, happy.

  Sebastian slowly eased to the mattress, huge head on the pillow.

  They settled together, their breathing starting to even out.

  His wolf. His. He needed to stay awake. Protect. Defend. He needed to….

  Right.

  Why didn’t this guy have a security team after all?

  SEBASTIAN WOKE up next to a gorgeous, naked redheaded man, and he shook his head. What was he thinking?

  He groaned and slipped from the bed, heading into the shower. He needed to clear his head and get caffeinated. Hell, he couldn’t believe he had let them get him out of Dallas. He’d been close. Close enough to maybe even get to the guys who had attacked his uncle and still get home before the first snowfall.