“Hold up, you’re walking too fast!”
Carter stopped walking and turned around, waiting for John to catch up. He hadn’t meant to get so far ahead, knowing that John was tired and struggling with the heavy load on his back, but the approaching full moon was making him feel like he was going to burst with energy.
They were hiking through the woods outside Builder Falls, heading deep into the wilderness to spend the full moon together.
“I can carry your backpack,” Carter offered, already knowing what the answer was going to be.
“No, I can do it,” John insisted. He was out of breath and red in the face, his hair matted down with sweat. He looked adorable and Carter had the sudden urge to grab him and just start licking his face.
“We’re almost there,” Carter said, handing John a bottle of water. “Fifteen minutes at most, I promise.”
John nodded, lifting the cap on the water and gulping down half the bottle. When he handed it back to Carter he looked resolute.
“Okay, I’m good to go. Lead the way.”
Carter grinned and resumed walking, making sure to walk slowly enough that John could keep up.
He was so glad that John had agreed to come with him. It wasn’t every human who would have said yes to spending the full moon alone in the woods with a werewolf. That John hadn’t even hesitated made Carter feel like his heart was going to burst.
John really made him happy.
This would be Carter’s second full moon after Grayson’s death, and he preferred not to think about the first. Grayson had made arrangement with his lawyers to release Carter’s sex tape to the pack upon his death, and now the whole pack knew Carter’s secret.
It had not gone well. Even though Spencer had invited him to the full moon run personally, once he’d shown up everyone but Luke and Elijah had shunned him. Even his parents had yielded to the pressure of their peers and looked away when he approached them.
It was the last straw. If his pack didn’t want him, he didn’t want them either.
Carter had turned tail, never looking back, and spent the whole night running back to Builder Falls to be with John.
The next day he’d sold his firm and put his house on the market, and then spent the whole day alternating between clinging to John like an oversized teddy bear and fucking him senseless.
“This is it,” Carter said when they reached the clearing where he planned on setting up camp. He put down his pack and turned to John. The human pushed his shoulders back so that his massive backpack fell to the ground, and for a second he looked like he was going to topple over.
“Fuck that feels good,” he said, rolling his shoulders and stretching his back. He looked around. “This is nice.”
Carter grinned. “It is, isn’t it? I was thinking we could put the tent over there, and then make a fire over in that pit.”
Carter had dug the pit when he’d found the spot, even going so far as to find a couple of big rocks and carrying them into the clearing so that they’d have somewhere to sit.
“Sounds good to me. How about we get some rest and then we can start setting up the tent?” John sat down on one of the rocks and rested his elbows on his knees. Carter didn’t really need a rest, but he sat down anyway. His knee knocked into John’s, making the human look at him with a smile.
“So is there anything I should know before I meet the wolfy version of you?” John asked. He didn’t sound at all frightened, which Carter appreciated.
“Not really,” Carter said. “It’s still me. If you want to pet or touch me, go ahead.”
Carter really wanted John to touch him after he shifted—in a non-sexual way—but he didn’t want to push John into doing something he wasn’t comfortable with.
“Is that something you want me to do?” John asked. He was studying Carter curiously, like he was trying to figure him out.
“It’s nice to be petted,” Carter admitted. “Touch is important to werewolves.”
“Then I’d be happy to pet you,” John said. He looked pleased at the prospect. “I can’t wait to see what you look like as a wolf.”
“I’m big,” Carter said, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Probably bigger than you’re expecting.”
“Yeah?”
“Huge,” Carter said, grinning. The pupils of John’s eyes were huge and dark, and Carter’s cock thickened inside his pants. Without saying a word he rose to his feet and went to stand in front of John, putting his bulge just inches away from the human’s face. John took a deep breath and reached out to touch, his movements slow and reverent as he cupped Carter through his jeans.
