Dark Wolf (Spirit Wild) - By Kate Douglas Page 0,85

against what had to be morning wood, but it was right there, practically begging for attention, so he wrapped his fingers around the thick, hot length and slowly stroked Alex from base to tip and back again.

Alex moaned, a soft, sleepy sound that made Sebastian smile. He kissed his shoulder and then trailed small kisses along the rapidly healing injury that crossed Alex’s neck and shoulders.

He almost stopped when he realized he was kissing a man. Then he thought about it—how it made him feel—and kept kissing.

So amazing. He’d never known any Chanku before Lily, but they were truly fascinating creatures. The healing itself was unreal, but so was that impossible life span. He wondered at the possibilities.

What if Alex was right? If Lily and Anton knew what they were talking about, and he really was Chanku? The question floated away as Alex pressed back against him, against Sebastian’s rigid cock, and he tightened his grip around Alex.

Lube. Top drawer. Table beside the bed.

Obviously Alex was more awake than Sebastian had realized. He thought of what Alex offered. His cock was suddenly hard and goose bumps covered his skin. You’re sure?

Soft laughter filled Sebastian’s head. Of course I’m sure. I do this all the time. The question is, are you sure?

Part of me certainly is. He thrust his hips, pressing harder against Alex’s ass.

Lube. Now.

I really don’t want to let go. He stroked Alex’s cock. Up, down, and up again to sweep his palm over the broad crown. It was damp, already slick with pre-cum.

I don’t want you to let go, either, but ya gotta do it if you’re gonna do it. You’re sure as hell not getting in without it. Alex projected laughter, and the sound sort of bounced around inside Sebastian’s head.

He let go and rolled over, found the drawer, slipped it open, and the lube was right where Alex said it would be. He rolled back and covered his fingertips with a thick dollop of gel.

Alex lay on his belly with his face turned toward Lily.

Sebastian shoved the covers down and knelt beside Alex. For a long time he just stared at Alex’s butt and thought about what they were going to do, and the oddest thing was, the longer he stared, the hornier he got. His cock had been hard, but now it was rising up against his belly.

He’d never touched a guy’s butt before, not with the intent of doing more than just a slap on the ass during sports. He rubbed his left hand over the smooth globes, trailing a line from the lower part of Alex’s back to the dimple just above the cleft between his cheeks.

Alex pressed his hips against the bed and groaned. Just a low, soft sound, but one that registered as pure need. Sebastian ran his fingers down the warm cleft, pausing just over his sphincter and rubbing soft little circles around Alex’s puckered anal ring. He tried to visualize shoving his cock in that tiny opening, and decided he’d rather do the shoving than have Alex trying it on him.

The gel had warmed on his fingers, so he parted Alex’s cheeks and wiped it off against his anus. Obviously, there was more to do, though he wasn’t sure. He felt stupid asking, but he figured that any guy who could hold another guy—a perfectly strange other guy—while he cried like a freaking baby, probably wouldn’t mind answering intimate questions.

“What now?” He kept rubbing over that puckered ring, and he could have sworn it felt softer.

Stretch it. One finger, then two, then three. Slow is best. It doesn’t hurt that way.

That made sense. He pressed with one fingertip, and the gel eased his way enough that his finger slipped right through. Alex’s inner muscles tightened around his finger, and the visual of those same muscles around his cock added another level of arousal. He wasn’t sure how deep to press, but since his cock would go in a good eight or nine inches, he pressed all the way to his knuckle.

Alex pushed back, so he added another finger, scissoring them back and forth, stretching the way Alex had told him to. Then a third, and again he felt the tight clench of muscle around his fingers.

His cock jerked and he got even harder, so he slipped his fingers out of Alex and lifted him up on his knees, rubbed more of the gel over the crown of his cock, and pressed against that fluttering little ring, which, of course,