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

The cot creaked and squeezed as it shifted wildly beneath them. It kind of reminded him of the lyrics from the song “Laid.”

He felt the end coming onto him soon. That pleasant tingle started in his balls, and they grew tight and heavy, and he picked up the pace, slamming himself back and forth against Cole’s perfect prick.

“I love you,” Everett said, and then he groaned before he reached down and grabbed his dick. His hands were still a little soft from the sun lotion, and his entire body jerked when he stroked himself. “Fuck!”

He came hard, spilling himself over Cole’s stomach and nearly reaching his chest.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Cole panted.

They reached for each other and kissed again. Now that Everett only had Cole’s orgasm to see to, his punched his body up and down on Cole’s dick. Cole squeezed his eyes shut and moaned against Everett’s mouth, so he clearly wasn’t in any sort of pain from his injuries.

“Come in me. I want to feel it,” Everett said, pressing his lips back onto Cole’s mouth, jaw, and neck.

Cole pushed back against him as much as he was able to, and a sharp shout escaped his throat right as Everett felt that familiar swelling inside him before the warmth spurted into his body.

He didn’t slow down. He went fast, milking Cole’s cock for as long as he could before it was over and Cole’s body was released from the tight coil it had become.

Everett couldn’t help himself. He lay on top of the man for a little while, enjoying his body heat and just the feel of him. He wanted to go to sleep, but that was out of the question. He lifted himself up and was about to get off the cot when Cole gripped him by the arms. “Can you stay here?”

Everett wanted nothing better than to get back into bed with him, but as much as he wanted to, he didn’t think spooning against his lover was the best idea. He could already see that the cuts that had been on Cole’s hips and legs, some of them anyway, had started to gently bleed again from where Everett had been sitting and rubbing against him. That little pool of semen on his stomach wouldn’t be good if it got into any of the wounds either. He assumed.

Cole looked so hopeful that it was difficult for him to say now. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to those pink lips instead in a chaste kiss. “Give me a second to go and check things outside and I’ll be back.

Cole smiled, and Everett was able to leave the tent.

He could clean the wounds and maybe sneak a nap in with the man. He didn’t look like he was in pain, so the bleeding couldn’t be that severe, and most of his upper body was bandaged anyway. So long as he was gentle, Cole should be fine.

Everett only wanted to check on the one prisoner they still had to worry about outside of the tent.

Though Adam was incredibly injured, Everett had tied him down to the cot, just in case he did wake up or something and tried to sneak up on them. As unlikely as that was, Everett didn’t want to play with any odds right now.

Adam was right where Everett and Phillip had left him. The only difference was that now he was dead. He certainly looked dead, at any rate. Everett reached his hand down and put his fingers against the cold, white neck.

Nothing. He was dead all right.

Everett shook his head. He wondered if Adam would’ve picked becoming a werewolf if he’d known that letting Dan chop off his entire arm miles away from any people, or even a hospital, would kill him.

Better yet, how could he have not known it would kill him?

His eyes were already shut, so it wasn’t like Everett needed to do it for him, but even though the guy was his enemy, it felt weird to have the body exposed like this. Adam hadn’t known any better, just like Everett hadn’t. This could easily be him lying here instead of Adam, but he’d been lucky enough to find Cole again and really learn the truth for himself.

Everett adjusted Adam’s arm so it was lying peacefully on his chest and then pulled the blanket up over his face. The scent of death was already in the air. Maybe that was what was keeping the bears and other real wolves away from the scent of blood. Would they go after something if that other smell was in the air? He was going to have to ask to find out.

Everett was just about to get back into the tent and proceed with his nap with his lover before one other thing caught his eye.

The place where Luke’s body had been, Everett hadn’t even gone near it because he hadn’t wanted to see Luke’s mangled form, and because the man had also actively tortured Cole, he also didn’t want to give him any of the respect he’d given to Adam in death.

The spot where the body should’ve been was empty.

Chapter Eleven

Everett rushed back into the tent where Cole was. It seemed he had fallen asleep while Everett was outside, and though he knew the man needed to regain his energy, he had to get him up and moving.

So much for rest.

“Cole, baby, wake up.”

Cole jerked awake, some of that mild panic back in his eyes before he noticed it was Everett standing above him. “What is it?”

Everett was already moving away from the cot and gathering up his clothes. There might be some extra pants and a T-shirt belonging to the hunters that Cole could wear, and then there were the few supplies that were left over. At least there were still lots of guns and ammo. All of them would need to be taken.

“Luke is gone. We need to get out of