Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Marcy Jacks (best color ereader .txt) 📖

Everett kissed him again, harder this time, and when Cole gripped his hair tight enough that it hurt, he half climbed on top of him.

His cock had steadily been swelling as he and Cole talked and kissed. Their close call hadn’t just been scary, but it brought out all sorts of protective instincts in Everett that made him want to lay a claim to the man beneath him.

He didn’t want to take it very far, though. Cole had just been tortured, and his body was healing. It was bad enough that Everett had failed to protect him, but now he was on top of him, putting his tongue into Cole’s hot, delicious mouth and loving the way Cole returned every embrace.

He groaned when Cole reached down and palmed the swell of his dick, and then he pulled away. His voice was hoarse again, but in the good way this time. “Fuck, we can’t do this. You just woke up.”

Cole looked at him like he might’ve lost his mind, and then his pupils got to be very small. “I am not made of glass, and I want to fuck you as much as you do. If anything, it’ll be therapeutic.”

Therapeutic? Well, so long as he was okay, Everett was more than willing. “Are you sure?”

“Get your pants off right now,” Cole demanded.

Everett got off him, keeping careful of the still-unbandaged injuries, and did just that. He was going to need a bath again, and they were going to have to do it together, too.

Cole actually moaned when Everett’s cock came into view. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He reached out and grabbed Everett by the base of his dick and stroked him hard.

Everett groaned. “Fuck, you really do heal quickly.”

Cole grinned wolfishly at him, which kind of made sense considering he did have a wolf inside of him, sort of.

Then he winced. “Still kind of stings in spots. We can still do this, if you don’t mind being in a different position.”

Everett understood exactly what Cole was getting at.

There was some unscented sun lotion in one of the packs in the tent. Working in the sun all the time meant the stuff was practically an essential item to have while out on a hunt. There was also the spare blanket that he hadn’t put over Cole’s body because he didn’t want the rough fibers picking or pulling at the many open lines on Cole’s skin.

He folded the blanket eight times over until it was a thick lump, and he gave it to Cole to use as an extra pillow so he could lean up.

“There isn’t anything wrong with my back, you know,” he said, still sticking the extra pillow under his head.

“Yeah, but I don’t think you should be moving around too much right now anyway.”

Cole shrugged, but his eyes stayed glued to him as Everett climbed on top of him.

Everett put his leg over Cole’s hip and settled down. He squirted a little of the sunscreen in his hands and rubbed them together to warm them, and then he took Cole’s stiff cock in his hands and proceeded to massage him.

Cole’s hands went up to cover his mouth as his eyes went wide. Everett was rubbing the lotion into his cock like he was actually trying to keep it from getting a sunburn or something and not using it for lube.

He kept his eyes firmly on the man beneath him. Cole’s chest was marred with lines that may or may not turn into scars, he wasn’t sure about that, but it rose and fell in rapid succession as Everett put every ounce of effort into making this the best damn hand job Cole had ever gotten in his life.

The throaty gasps that came from his mouth were pleasurable, and Everett wanted to erase all the pain Cole had felt from his body.

And the sight and sounds of his lover were starting to take their own effect on Everett’s cock as it stood at attention between his legs, his balls sitting nicely on Cole’s thigh.

“Fuck! Everett,” Cole gasped, then reached above him and gripped the thin metal frame of the cot.

He was ready for more, and Everett could no longer wait. He lifted himself up onto his knees and then positioned the head of Cole’s cock at his pucker.

Like a switch being turned off, Cole’s eyes went wide as he looked at him. “You haven’t—”

“I can handle it,” he said and then sank down, allowing Cole’s heavy cock to fill him up and touch everything inside of him.

He had to squeeze his eyes shut against both the burning pain and the pleasure. It had been so long since he’d been on the receiving end of this. The last time had been with Cole, actually. That was one thing he hadn’t shared with Luke. He was glad to be able to do this with Cole, but now he needed a minute to get his bearings.

Worth it. It was so worth it.

Cole gripped him by the hips so tightly his fingers were definitely going to leave bruises. “Ride me, Rhett. Ride me.”

How could he say no to that sort of desperate begging?

Everett sucked up the pain he felt and just started to move, focusing only on what he liked until the pain left him entirely, and he was left with just the burn and the pleasure as Cole’s cock touched his prostate.

“I missed this so fucking much,” Everett said, falling down onto his hands and humping against Cole in a wild rhythm. Cole took advantage of how close his lips were and pressed long, glorious, openmouthed kisses on him as Everett shifted his hips up and down.

This wasn’t going to be slow lovemaking. This was fast and passionate and desperate. Cole must’ve had a thing with hair pulling that Everett had never really noticed before because his fingers were in Everett’s hair again, pulling him