A Wolf in Hiding - Charlie Richards Page 0,11

softly, he rubbed it into his glans before he managed to tear his hand away from his dick.

“Fucking hell, Elroy,” Dermot grumbled. “Everything about you is distracting the hell out of me.”

Elroy’s attention snapped to Dermot’s face. Even with his dark skin, he could see his flush. His mate’s renewed arousal perfuming the air didn’t help his randy state, either.

“Y-You’re the one who just got naked,” Elroy commented huskily. He moved his hand to his crotch, showcasing the tented blanket. “Wh-Why would you d-do that?”

Why indeed?

Right.

Dermot drew in a steadying breath…which didn’t really help, considering the pheromones flooding the bedroom.

Gods, my mate is in my bed. I—

Groaning for a new reason, Dermot shook his head as he backed up a step. “I-I’m going to shift. Show you my wolf.” After another step backward, his butt bumping into his dresser, he lifted a hand in warning. “It sounds worse than it is, so just stay calm and stay in bed.”

Elroy’s expression proved he still didn’t believe him.

He will, though.

Dermot crouched and called to his wolf. Being aroused so deeply, it took him a bit longer than normal to work through his change. He eventually managed it.

Finally, Dermot opened his eyes and peered at Elroy.

His mate’s jaw was gaping, and his eyes were wide. He clutched the blanket in both hands to his chest as if it was a shield. Every visible line of his body showcased his tension.

It was the scent of fear filling the air that concerned Dermot the most.

Damn it.

Lowering to his belly, Dermot whined softly. He crept forward a couple of steps, wanting to get nearer so he could soothe his mate. That only drew a whimper from Elroy.

Dermot racked his brain for a way to connect. If he could have rolled his eyes in canine form, he would have.

Of course.

Lifting his butt in the air, Dermot wagged his tail and yipped, giving a classic friendly doggy greeting. Then he flopped over and rolled to his back. Wriggling on the floor, he kicked up his legs, batting the air playfully.

“Holy fucking shit. Rue, uh, Dermot?”

Dermot rolled back over and sat up. He tilted his head and whined softly.

“Is that really you?” Elroy’s eyes were still wide, but the stench of fear was dissipating. “How is this possible?”

Returning to his belly, Dermot crept forward. He made it to the side of the bed, then rested his head on it. Dermot whined again before rubbing his cheek on the blanket.

“This is unbelievable. If I hadn’t seen it…” Elroy slowly released the death grip he had on the comforter. He lifted his hand and began reaching toward him, then paused. “C-Can I, uh, touch you?”

Dermot lifted his head and bobbed it in a nod. Then he flicked out his tongue and licked Elroy’s palm. To Dermot’s relief, that drew a chuckle from his mate.

After a few more heartbeats, Elroy closed the distance between his hand and his furry head. He rubbed his palm over Dermot’s coat, rubbing and ruffling his fur. When Elroy scratched at his ear, Dermot groaned in pleasure and pressed into his touch.

So, so good.

Elroy explored his head, neck, and ruff for several minutes before drawing away. “Okay, um. I have questions.” Furrowing his brows, he asked, “Can you change back at will, or do you have to remain like that for a certain length of time? H-How does that work?”

Beyond ecstatic that Elroy had accepted his wolf, Dermot took a few steps backward. He reached for his human form and shifted. Then he rose to his feet and peered at his still wide-eyed mate.

“I have complete control over my form,” Dermot told him, moving back to the bed. “The moon doesn’t rule us or anything like that.”

Seeing Elroy’s focus drift downward, Dermot bit back a growl of delight. His mate was once again staring at his groin. He couldn’t very well do anything about his engorged shaft unless he jacked off, which would only be a temporary fix.

“See something you like?” Dermot rumbled gruffly. “Should I get dressed?”

Dermot prayed to the gods that Elroy said no. He knew for a fact that his mate only wore briefs under that blanket. His pack-mates had brought a brand new package of them, and Dermot had changed them out twice.

I know exactly what his gorgeous cock and balls look like…soft, anyway.

“I-I…I think I have some qu-questions, and I—” Elroy lifted his gaze to Dermot. “But, god, I want you to fuck me with that thing.”

Dermot groaned and grabbed his cock.