Where Foxes Hunt with Wolves - K.A. Merikan Page 0,125

a candle. Or making Radek fuck himself with one while he sucked Yev’s dick. Radek had sucked many cocks, but none compared to Yev’s. Thick. Hot. Veiny. Throbbing. Radek could almost taste the pre-cum on his tongue as he twisted in the sheets like a cat in heat.

But no matter how long he masturbated, the pleasure remained at a frustrating plateau, as if something had locked him away from the possibility of orgasming altogether, and once his body ached from the discomfort of the position and his dick felt sore from rubbing, he let out a quiet sob, shaking as the insistent heat passed through his body, offering no comfort.

Deep inside, he knew masturbation wouldn’t be enough because, for whatever reason, his body craved a partner. A carnal connection, rutting, buzzing pheromones.

If he hadn’t been feverish before, he definitely was now.

A knock on the door to his little guest room made him freeze with fingers still at his anus.

“Radek? Are you okay?” Emil asked.

“Yeah, I… I’m just feeling a bit ill. I think I’ll stay home today.”

“But you can talk to me if you need to.”

Radek rubbed his scorching face against the pillow when his body whispered for him to invite Emil in and spread his legs. “Thanks! If you need anything done around house, just tell me okay?”

The chores occupied Radek’s mind to a degree, but the undercurrent of arousal remained present, leaving him in a state of discomfort and even pain, because his balls felt hard and tender. Nothing seemed to work for more than a couple of minutes at a time, and once they’d all finished a light evening meal, Radek’s thighs ached as if something were pinching the underside of his skin. And his ass? It was on fire. Sitting down was enough to awaken his nerve endings in anticipation of intimate touch, which was completely ridiculous and so inappropriate he barely touched his sandwiches.

All day the devil on one of his shoulders kept telling him to call Yev and beg for dick. The angel on the other wasn’t that much better, suggesting a little blow job could be good for his health.

But the truth was that Yev might have known something about Radek’s current situation, about magical matters Radek couldn’t share with Emil. Because maybe this was a fox thing? Maybe he wasn’t ill? Maybe Yev could tell him something useful over the phone? It wasn’t like they absolutely had to meet and risk it turned into something Radek shouldn’t do.

Then it hit him. A fox thing. He’d wanted to let out some of the foxes, and Tomek had said it wasn’t a good time unless Radek wanted more cubs after all. Foxes were in heat only once a year. All of them in the same overall time frame.

Just about now.

Radek flinched when Emil whistled from the other side of the living room, once he said his goodbyes to his man. Adam ventured out every evening to take care of his aunt at night. “Do you want to watch movies with us?” He petted Jinx, who sat on the sofa with him.

Radek hated his dick for suggesting he’d be all alone with Emil. All night.

“Um… no, thanks, I’m still not feeling so good. I think I’ll just lie down early.”

With his ears hot and brain throbbing, Radek fled, grabbing the handset of the stationary phone on the way.

Every step upstairs was a pain, since lifting his thighs teased his overly sensitive genitals, so he pushed off his pants the moment he shut the door of his room. Beyond the uncovered window, high up in the sky was a thin crescent, but the moon would forever remind him of Yev, regardless of its phase. Within a split second, he remembered all the rough fucks during the full moon when Yev’s form became that much bigger and hairier, his teeth sharp, and his claws—

Radek’s cock throbbed at the memory. Fuck.

He quickly tapped in Yev’s number, and waited for the duration of four painful signals before Yev picked up.

“It’s Radek, but this is a strictly not-personal call,” Radek said at the pace of bullets fired by an assault rifle.

Yev must have lost the plot for a moment, because he only spoke after a second’s pause. His voice sent an army of ants down Radek’s body, even though it sounded different over the phone. “Is everything fine?”

Something snapped, and Radek uttered a soft whine. “No. I don’t think it is. I’ve been ill, but it doesn’t feel like a