“Why not?”
Nero didn’t bother arguing. He pounced instead.
One second he was sitting in his chair. The next he had burst forward, catching Josh on the shoulder with one hand and on his throat with the other. His grip was tight but not bruising, and he flattened the newbie on the bed with his body weight.
For about two seconds.
Then Josh reacted. He had to give it to the guy. Josh had some basic martial arts skill behind his moves, but most of his response was pure instinct. Josh exploded with movement. He twisted and kicked, biting what he could get ahold of and scratching what he couldn’t. It was like his first moments out of the cage two nights ago, only he had more thought behind his attack, which made it twice as vicious.
He held nothing back, and Nero had to use all his skill to keep them both from getting hurt. Eventually he let Josh pin him to the bed.
“Got you!” Josh crowed. He was grinning at his success, his body was slicked with sweat, and his erection was thick and hard where it pressed against Nero’s. His head dipped and his mouth split wide. Nero didn’t know if he was going in for a bite or a kiss. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t allowing either yet.
At the moment Josh was off-balance, Nero flipped him over. He couldn’t have done it without his greater weight or Josh’s inexperience, but he used that to his advantage, and suddenly, their positions were reversed. And while Josh was still gaping in shock, Nero engaged his brain.
“Feel powerful, Josh? Like any minute you’re going to throw me to the floor and take out my throat?”
Josh grinned and spoke with a low growl. “Fuck yeah.”
“Ever felt like this before? Violence simmering in your blood, hot with the instinct to attack? There’s joy too, isn’t there? You know you’re big and bad. That most people are sheep to your wolf, and you can take them out whenever and wherever you want.”
Josh didn’t answer except with a hungry gleam in his eyes. Then he surged forward. Nero had been expecting it. He’d felt the quiver in Josh’s muscles a split second before the attack, but even so, without training or a wolf’s reaction time, he might have been overpowered. Josh was that good. Eventually Nero had to resort to a headbutt to keep the guy contained. And while Josh howled and Nero fought the stars in his own vision, Nero pressed his point.
“Ever feel like this before? Think back to who you were one month ago. What do you think of that guy?”
“Timid fucker too scared to live.” The words came out in a snarl.
“What about now? Are you scared?”
“Not in the least.” Then, for emphasis, the guy thrust his groin forward. He shoved his hot, thick dick straight up against Nero’s. Yeah, the guy had a hard-on for this type of power. Physical dominance with a side of hunger and lust. Every wolf did. The virus lycanthropes had it the most, but every wolf felt this, and Nero couldn’t resist rubbing his own throbbing erection against Josh.
He meant to continue speaking. Fuck, he intended to stay rational and really engage Josh’s brain. But Josh’s scent was everywhere, and Nero loved this kind of sex play most of all. Hot, hard, and fast. And once he started thrusting, he couldn’t stop.
Neither could Josh.
They worked against each other, rubbing below and biting above. He had on sweatpants, but that was the only clothing either of them wore. Nero used one hand to shove his sweats down, and then they were head to head, chest to chest, and dick to dick. He fisted them both and squeezed.
Josh’s howl cut off into a groan of pleasure. Nero groaned too as they began pumping together. Then Josh wrapped his hand around Nero’s, squeezing tighter as they thrust faster. Heat built in his spine—his skin prickled with it and his hair stood on end.
Yes!
The excitement of it burst through the dam at the back of his spine. He erupted in spasms while pleasure entwined with pain grew into one glorious explosion of carnality. Josh came at the same time. He threw back his head and howled again. A crow of delight and power.
They stayed that way for who knew how long. They both kept pumping out semen like a tidal flood. And even when the well was dry, they both kept thrusting as the pulses continued. Wet, hot, and still hard.
Glorious.
It took a long time for Nero to gather his scattered wits. He’d had a point here, hadn’t he? Oh, yeah. He waited until he was sure his words would be steady, and a little longer to see the contraction in Josh’s pupils that meant he was back from heaven. And then Nero spoke, his words clear and not very gentle.
“Is this something you would have done a week ago? Howling sex? Would you even have allowed a man to do what I did a half hour ago? Split you open and jam himself inside you?”
He watched as Josh’s gaze narrowed. He thought for a moment that Josh would deny the change, but the guy was too smart and too honest for that. “No,” he finally rasped. “This is new. This is….”
“Powerful. Raw.”
“Awesome.”
“Yes.”
