Josh couldn’t say anything. He was writhing, his entire body moving in ways he couldn’t control. Thrust, arch, wriggle, push. Anything, everything, just so long as Nero kept caressing himright there.
Then suddenly Nero was gone. Ass, dick, everything gone. Even the heat at the back of his legs disappeared.
“What?”
“Getting a condom. Hold on.”
What? Right. Oh hell, he hadn’t even been thinking about that.
“I’m clean, okay?” Nero said. “But the pack takes care of one another, and so we suit up.”
“Even as wolves?” Josh couldn’t imagine that. Wolves stopping in the middle to put on condoms. The image made him crack up.
“We try not to do this as wolves. Too many magical babies by accident.”
Josh frowned. He was on fire, his whole body feeling like it was poised on the brink. He couldn’t process the words, and magical babies didn’t compute on a whole lot of levels. Thankfully Nero didn’t take long. He came back and stood behind Josh, tall and proud like a painting of Hercules he’d once seen. Every muscle stood out in glorious relief, and the fierce lust on Nero’s face echoed the explosive power of the demigod.
While Josh watched, mesmerized, in the mirror, Nero positioned himself. Josh felt him at the opening: hot, blunt, and impossibly large.
“Look at us,” Nero murmured, seemingly equally fascinated by the image. Nero bared his teeth, and Josh echoed the expression. Josh tilted his ass up just as Nero leaned down and gripped Josh’s hips.
And then there was the slow screwing in. Bit by tiny bit, while Josh burned with sensation. Tiny short thrusts while Josh growled and arched higher.
“Good?” Nero asked, the word a tight burst of sound.
“More,” Josh answered from deep in his throat.
“That’s the way,” Nero said as his face tightened. His jaw jutted forward as he thrust again. He pushed in deeper this time, slipping past some muscle barrier. Then it was easy, and Josh was so full. His ass was open, his spine was on fire, and his dick was weeping with need.
Nero pulsed forward and back, tiny movements that Josh felt throughout his whole body. It was like his spine was a conduit for every sensation and his brain was bursting apart from the feelings. Nero shifted, adjusted, did something, though Josh had no idea what. The man’s expression was fierce in the mirror, his brow furrowed while sweat beaded on his forehead. But his eyes were hot as they connected with Josh’s.
“Come on,” he growled, and Josh had no idea what that meant. “Come on,” Nero repeated as he adjusted again. Deeper thrust. Harder—
There!
Nero went all the way in and banged straight against that bundle of nerves. The explosion in Josh’s body ripped through every cell like a flash of power. And Nero kept doing it. Over and over while Josh’s vision went white. He felt Nero’s hand wrap around his dick, but Nero needn’t have bothered. Josh had already come. Then again, maybe not, because he pushed and pushed against Nero’s hand while inside, he felt everything building, bursting, then exploding again.
He absorbed Nero’s growl this time, and the weight of his body as the man thrust and thrust. Josh felt like the arrow pulled and shot from Nero’s body over and over. Deeper, harder, wilder.
In the mirror, he saw Nero’s face tighten. His eyes closed, his throat worked, and his teeth showed sharp and white. And then he came.
Josh felt him release inside. He also saw the moment in the mirror. Nero’s chest expanded, his head arched back, and his eyes shot wide. Hercules triumphant. Pulse after pulse continued inside him, and Josh echoed it, his dick spending when there was nothing left inside, his body so hot, so wild… so happy.
Nero too. A dazed look, a soft smile, and a low sound that wasn’t a growl—more like a purr—traveled from one body into the other and back. Pleasure. Joy.
Pack.
Chapter 14
“BEING Awerewolf has some unexpected perks.”
Nero flushed at Josh’s lazy drawl. He was more relaxed than he’d been in weeks. Lazing in bed next to Josh’s hot body was the closest thing to heaven Nero could imagine. But…. “That wasn’t just about being a werewolf,” he finally confessed.
Josh gasped. “You mean being part of a pack doesn’t include night-and-day orgies?”
“Um, not usually.”
Josh twisted so that they were face-to-face, his lips curved into a knowing grin. “You don’t say.”
