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  Josh kissed him. His mouth slammed down on Nero’s, landing awkwardly and too hard. Nero allowed it. He opened for it, felt Josh’s tongue thrust inside, touch his teeth and the roof of his mouth. And he felt the grip of Josh’s hand in his hair and the scent of desire thick in the air.

  Then Nero took control.

  Chapter 13

  JOSH DOVE into the kiss with rushed desperation. He didn’t want either of them to change their minds. After a lifetime of overthinking or complete avoidance, Josh had landed in an upside-down world that left him no base from which to judge his actions. So he stopped weighing his every move, stopped thinking, and just went with his impulses. Which were to kiss Nero and do a whole lot more.

  He landed hard and pushed inside. Nero caught him by the arms but did nothing to stop his thrusting tongue. Then Josh touched and tasted in a way that startled him. He’d been kissing girls since he was seventeen. Though he hadn’t had many girlfriends, he’d known how to do it. He understood his own movements and how to tease his partner. Except this time it seemed different, and not in a male/male way.

  He tasted things more clearly, scented more sharply, and he learned things about Nero that he had never been able to discern with a girl. Like Nero’s coffee had been bitter and he hadn’t eaten anything else. Like there was an orange tang to the guy’s mouth and he smelled like winter pine and a wood fire.

  Josh slowed down to focus on what he was experiencing, to let his mind pick apart what was new, what was old, and what was Nero. He teased along Nero’s teeth and dueled, tongue to tongue, for a time.

  A very short time. Because just when he was dropping into thinking again—his ever-present analysis of experiences—Nero took over. Where before, Josh had been pressing down on a seated Nero, now Nero thrust upward. He stood, and though he was a couple of inches shorter than Josh, his body was broader, stronger, and the way he gripped Josh’s hips to bow him backward gave him the height advantage when they were fused mouth to mouth. And that didn’t even take into account how Josh’s mind completely shorted out when Nero ground their dicks together. Twin bulges separated by denim and zippers. Their clothing didn’t seem to make a difference as the heat built in Josh’s balls.

  “You’re new at this, so we’re going to do it my way,” Nero said.

  “That’s the idea,” Josh said as his head dropped back in pleasure. “This is for you.”

  Nero wasted no time and putting his teeth to Josh’s neck, biting down gently as he scraped, then sucked, the skin. “Doesn’t work for me unless it’s good for you.”

  Josh chuckled as he grabbed hold of Nero’s hair. “I’m okay with that.” Then he jerked the man’s head so that his mouth came away from Josh’s neck. Josh angled his mouth and went back in for a heavy kiss. The dueling was more forceful this time. It was hard and hot, but Josh won in that game. Until he didn’t.

  He hadn’t even noticed that Nero’s hands had slid to his hips. And then abruptly, Josh felt his feet being kicked out from under him. He started to fall only to have Nero lift him up with enough force that he flew backward onto the bed.

  Holy shit, he’d never done gymnastics with a girl. Turned out he liked it more athletic. So did Nero, who dropped down onto the bed, his thighs caging Josh’s hips.

  “Strip,” Nero said. “Fast.”

  Not a problem, except that Nero remained poised above him, looking all shadowy and hungry. It was the way the window threw fitful light onto the opposite side of the room. But it was also because Nero’s face was rough with dark beard and his mouth was pulled back enough to show his teeth.

  “Is that a werewolf look?” Josh asked as he unbuttoned and unzipped.

  Nero’s lips pulled back into a grin. “Yeah, it is. Want to see yours?”

  Josh froze after shoving his jeans down off his hips. “I have a werewolf look?”

  “You do.” Nero straightened up, pulling off Josh’s jeans as he went. Then he ditched his own clothing while Josh jerked off his T-shirt.

  They were both naked, dicks jutting forward, the heads weeping with precum. The only difference was that Nero’s was surrounded by a thatch of dark black hair whereas Josh’s was lighter and was still manscaped. He’d done it in anticipation of this kind of exploration at the con. And now he was glad he’d bothered, as Nero’s eyes seemed to brighten in delight.

  Nero dropped his hand—large and callused—running it gently through the hair while Josh reveled in the electric shocks of pleasure. “Nice,” Nero murmured. “Kind of gay, but I like it.”

  Josh raised his eyebrows. “You do remember what we just did, right?”

  Nero smiled. “That was pack sex.” He wrapped his big hand around Josh’s stalk and squeezed while Josh nearly jumped off the bed in surprise. Except he wasn’t going anywhere even as his hips started working on their own. Nero’s grip was solid, and his hand was huge. It felt like the guy was wrapping him up all over again. As if he was on the couch surrounded by him, smelling him, and—

  “I’m going to get things started,” Nero said as he dropped his head down.

  They were started. Hell, Josh worried that he was almost finished, especially when Nero neatly engulfed his dick with his mouth. He went fast, licking everywhere. Nero’s tongue circled around as he sucked, and then he pulled back, only to push into the hole at the top. It was wet and sloppy and thoroughly overwhelming.

  Josh’s body took over, and he writhed on the bed as he thrust into Nero’s mouth. He made sounds too. Whimpers, moans, growls. Hell, he didn’t even know what came from him and what came from Nero, but it was all hot and wonderful.

  But it was too fast, too much. He was going to blow too early, and so he grabbed for Nero’s head and tried to pull him off. But Nero was ahead of him, moving away as he flashed him that wolfish grin.

  God, what a sight. Nero with his hair shaggy and his mouth wet. His lips were wide, and there was a feral gleam in his eyes as his nostrils flared. “You smell like hickory.”

  “What?”

  “I love hickory.” Then he leaned forward, skimming his hands up Josh’s sides. Josh thought he was coming in for a kiss, but instead, Nero used both hands to roam to Josh’s chest. And then he abruptly pinched the nipples hard.

  Josh jerked and let out a yip of surprise. A real, honest-to-goodness yip. And Nero’s grin widened.

  “You like that?” he said as he did it again.

  “Yeah,” Josh said, nearly coming from the delight of this new sensation. Girls never did that right. Meanwhile, their groins were almost touching. Their dicks certainly were, and Josh seized the opportunity to rub them together. Not the pressure he wanted, but the wetness was slick and the sensation wholly new. “You like that?” he asked.

  Nero moved his own hips, increasing the friction and the pressure as he lowered their groins together. “Yeah,” he said with a growly undertone.

  They stayed like that for a bit, grinding together, thrusting harder and faster. Josh went to grip them both, but Nero batted his hand away.

  “Not like that,” he said. “We’re going to do your first time right.”

  “How—?”

  “Doggie style.”

  Of course. And he would have made a corny joke right then if he’d had the breath. Or the brain. But he had neither as Nero abruptly pulled away, grabbed hold of Josh’s hips, and flipped him over. Josh landed with an oomph, but he didn’t have time for anything more as Nero lifted him so that he was on all fours and crosswise on the bed.

  “Look up,” Nero ordered.

  Josh did and got the full image himself on the bed in the mirror. But not just himself. Because while he was on all fours, Nero was leaping up to tower over him, his chest rippling and his dark hair pointing down to a dark purple erection. But it was his eyes that caught Josh. They were bright, the light making his brown eyes seem like luscious mink. And his teeth were bared in that same wolflike grin.

  “Look at you,” Nero said, admiration in his tone. “That’s your werewolf fa
ce.”

  Josh struggled to focus away from Nero, but he had to see. There he was in the mirror, his hair shoved every which way, hazel eyes narrowed as he peered at himself. That was him right there, except different. It was the way he showed his teeth: white edges clear, jaw thrust forward as he arched his neck. It looked like he was about to howl, and as he thought it, the sound built deep and raw in his throat.

  He didn’t let it out, though. He was too much of a man and still too self-conscious for that. And yet it was there in his throat and in the arch of his back as his rear pushed high. He didn’t have a tail, but damn if he didn’t feel it thrust high and proud.

  “That’s it,” Nero said. “Stay like that. God, you’re gorgeous.”

  Then Josh felt something right at his ass. It was cold and wet, but it quickly heated. Nero’s fingers, obviously, rubbing in the lube. It was weird to feel that caress. More like a massage.

  A thick finger pushed inside. Slow at first, but nothing prepared Josh for that first invasion. Wet, alien, and yet not so bad. In fact, it was starting to feel really good.

  “Relax. See if you can focus on other things.”

  Other things? Other than— “More,” he groaned. “I want more.”

  Nero’s free hand moved fast. He was bowed over Josh now, so when his free hand pinched Josh’s left nipple, it was a quick movement—sharp, startling, and exactly what he needed. Josh yipped again, and his stomach tightened. But Nero didn’t stop. He slid his hand straight down Josh’s belly until he wrapped it right around his dick. And wow, did that feel good, but it didn’t completely distract him from the invasion in his ass.

  Then Nero pinched the tip of his dick. Same sharp pinch, like with his nipple, but there was so much more sensation, so much more feeling zapping like a bolt of fire up his spine. Josh arched his back up, but the movement continued from a belly contraction to a hard thrust. His dick slid through Nero’s hand as he did it. Pleasure exploded through his stalk, burned at the base of his spine, and rolled up his back. That was good. That was more than good.

  Then he realized that Nero’s finger was embedded inside his ass. It wriggled there, stretching and loosening. Josh thought it was as deep as it would go, but as Nero continued to stroke him in front, his finger pushed farther inside the back.

  One finger. Then two.

  “God, yes,” he groaned.

  And then….

  “Holy mother fucking—” Josh strangled his cry. Nero had hit a tiny ball of feeling that was throbbing in pleasure. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced, and he tried to still himself so that Nero would stroke it again.

  “Say hello to your prostate,” Nero laughed.

  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 him right 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 A werewolf 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.”

  Nero stiffened at the implication. “I didn’t lie about it. Physical affection is part of every good werewolf pack. Just not—”

  “Mind-blowing banging?”

  “Well,” he hedged, “I suppose it could.”

  “I think it just did.” Josh chuckled.

  Nero released a breath, unsure how to proceed. He decided to go with the facts. “Casual sex among packmates happens more often than among vanilla humans.”

  “You got data on that? Like did you do a sex survey on werewolves?” His voice shifted to a stiffly professional tone. “Press 1 if you have sex with your packmates more than once a month. Press 2 if it’s once a week. Press 3 if you’re banging everybody whenever you get together. Press 4—”

  “Okay, okay, so we don’t have survey data.” He arched a brow. “I think I’ve already said we’re lacking in the scien
ce department.”

  “Just not in the sex department.”

  Nero groaned. “Will you be serious?”

  “No, I don’t think I can.” Josh ran his hand through Nero’s short tufts of hair. “I’m happy. It brings out the goofy in me.”

  God, it did, and Nero couldn’t help but feel a matching lightness inside. Josh’s silly grin and the boneless way he sprawled against Nero made his breath ease. “I don’t want you to think you can grab random werewolves and—”

  “Howl at the moon?”

  Nero groaned. “You know you are not the first person to make that joke.”

  Josh frowned. “Hmmm. Well, it’s new to me. I’ll make sure to google ‘better moon werewolf jokes.’” Then, when Nero gave him an incredulous look, he shrugged. “What, you think I’m this funny naturally? It’s what we geeks do. We research, just in case.” Then he flopped his arms and legs out wide, and since he was on top of the covers, Nero got a prime look at his thickening erection. “And just in case we do this again, I want to have a dozen more jokes ready for afterglow. And by again, I mean any time you want, even if it’s right now.”

  Wow, Nero didn’t think he could get horny again, but there it was. A slow heat built down low as he imagined losing himself in Josh’s body again. But as tempting as it was, this had been Josh’s first time. A responsible lover would let the guy recover a bit before going again. And Nero was nothing if not responsible, so he flopped onto his back with a sigh.

  And since they weren’t going to be banging again, he might as well continue with Josh’s werewolf orientation. He ought to send the guy back into research—magical fiery plasma wasn’t going to douse itself—but a selfish part of him wanted to stay with the man. So he took refuge in the protocols for new werewolves that he had established a couple of years back. He’d created a list of leading questions to allow new recruits to work through their feelings. It was all part of the process, and Josh would have to answer them eventually. Might as well be now.

  “Tell me how you feel.”