Where Foxes Hunt with Wolves - K.A. Merikan Page 0,123
think he would not.
The guest room was basic, featuring a bed and a small closet, but it was clean, warm, and smelled of wood. He liked it here, and if his hosts agreed to extend his stay, maybe he could decorate. Make it his home.
Something creaked on the other side of the wall, and Radek would have easily ignored it if the sound didn’t repeat over and over.
Then it hit him like a wall of pure heat.
Emil and Adam were having sex.
Radek rolled out of bed, intent on going straight to the shower, but the world spun around him so fast he stumbled forward and rested his hand on the wooden windowsill, with the radiator warming him from below and the curtains tickling his face. He pushed the thick fabric aside and squinted as daylight hit his eyes.
The snow was slowly melting.
Creak.
Creak.
Creak.
The annoying sound made Radek want to scream. Why was he so horny when his sadness should have killed off any arousal long ago? He wasn’t interested in fucking Emil or Adam, yet, his imagination offered a vision of being sandwiched between their sweaty bodies and taking both their cocks at once. Radek had slutted around in the past but never actually been spit-roasted. Emil and Adam had invited him in good faith, and their relationship was very much exclusive, so what the hell was wrong with him?
It would have been okay as a passing fantasy, one of those random things that came to a horny mind, but the vision kept pressing at him, fucking his brain with its throbbing heat.
He needed to make himself busy.
The icy shower did take the edge off the unexplainable arousal, but relief only lasted for a couple of minutes. Once his cool skin started absorbing his inner warmth, desire came back, even though he could no longer blame it on hearing a rhythmic noise in the other bedroom. Maybe he had a fever, and the insistent visions were the product of his brain overheating?
He dressed and ran downstairs, heading straight into the kitchen so he could get a thermometer from the med kit in one of the cupboards. Radek was now glad that he’d opted for wearing sweatpants, because they also served the purpose of hiding his half-erection much better than tight jeans would have.
He felt a bit like that time he’d tried to prank Jan by feeding him Viagra in a sandwich, but mixed up their meals at lunch and ended up having the drug himself. But back then his mind had remained stable, even though once he’d gotten hard, he remained so for very long. This was something else altogether. Every time he wasn’t thinking about making coffee or the snow thawing outside, his imagination suggested sex.
Mostly with Yev, but with any man, really. With Jan in a nightclub bathroom in Cracow, with Adam when Emil wasn’t looking, with Tomek behind a fox shed. Dicks driving into him like sledgehammers and leaving him dripping with spunk.
What the fuck was that about?
He opted for preparing a buffet breakfast. He placed slices of ham, pâté loaf, and cheese on a board along with some cut tomatoes and cucumbers—not the prettiest of slices but they would have to do. Alongside all that, he put cream cheese with chives, butter, honey, and homemade raspberry jam, to be eaten with Adam’s dense homemade bread. But when his gaze swept over a pot of cream for the coffee and it reminded him of cum, he let out a frustrated groan and spun in place, wondering what the hell was happening to him.
His temperature was somewhat elevated but nothing to worry about.
What if this was what werewolf pheromones did to a man? Was it possible that Yev had somehow addicted Radek to him?
He stopped himself halfway to the phone, angry that he so mindlessly stepped toward it. Yev had broken his heart, and Radek shouldn’t be coming up with dumb excuses to hear his voice. Yes, Yev had been honest. He was a good person. But if Radek didn’t stay away, he’d fall into his arms again and end up hurt even more.
At last, footsteps on the wooden stairs. Company would keep his mind from wandering off where it shouldn’t.
“Radek? Do I smell coffee?” Adam asked as he descended in a blue sweater and jeans, his pale hair still wet from the shower that had not managed to wash off the scent of sperm, because its aroma hit Radek the moment the other man approached.