Spell of the Werewolf, page 8
When he stiffened his tongue and pushed into Justin’s body, Vincent heard a gasp from Justin followed by a mewling sound. He couldn’t help but wonder if Justin had ever lain with another man or if Justin was untouched. The idea of being Justin’s first caused his cock to pulse, and he added a finger to the mix, slipping it into the saliva-slickened hole. If he’d even thought this was possible, he’d have brought lube with him, but this never seemed a likely turn of events. He didn’t want to hurt Justin and knew he needed to take his time stretching him.
Justin never protested or attempted to stop him even as he added a second and third digit. Vincent couldn’t take anymore. He pulled free from the grasp of Justin’s body, stripped away his clothing, and covered Justin’s form with his own. He brushed away the strands of Justin’s hair stuck to his cheek and gazed into Justin’s eyes. “If you don’t want this, say so now,” he said, his voice deep and husky with lust.
Instead of speaking, Justin answered by wrapping his legs around Vincent’s waist and leaning up to kiss him. Vincent gave a guttural moan and nudged the head of his achingly hard cock at Justin’s hole. Their kind were immune to human illnesses, a fact Vincent couldn’t be more grateful for in that very moment as he slowly sank inside, without anything to dull the sensation consuming his shaft. Justin was hot, tight, and felt fucking fantastic. They were both sweating by the time Vincent buried the entire length of his cock, balls resting on Justin’s ass cheeks. He gave a tentative short thrust of his hips, wrenching a gasp from Justin.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Vincent growled, burying his face into the crook of Justin’s neck. He began to move, slow at first, but gathering speed until their skin slapped together on each return plunge into Justin. When Justin raked his nails down his back, Vincent couldn’t stop a cry of pleasure or the sharp lunge he gave.
Control no longer existed in Vincent. When Justin suddenly clenched around him and the sharp tang of cum struck Vincent’s nose, he broke full body contact to be able to watch the hard jerks of Justin’s cock as it spit white seed over his abdomen and belly. Vincent hammered into Justin without mercy for several more thrusts before he threw his head back with a loud shout, spilling inside Justin. Shudders rippled through Vincent with each pulse of his orgasm. His body felt boneless when he reached the end, and he dropped down atop Justin, panting and shivering.
Justin trailed a hand down the length of Vincent’s spine, a tender action which caused a strange feeling in the pit of Vincent’s stomach. Neither of them spoke or moved until Vincent softened enough to slip from Justin’s body. They were both covered in sweat and cum, but Vincent found barely enough energy to roll them to their sides, cuddling Justin close to him. Eventually they both gave in to their exhaustion and fell into the blessed oblivion of sleep.
Vincent woke first the following morning. In their sleep, they’d shifted until Vincent was on his back, Justin plastered to his side and his head using Vincent’s chest as a pillow, one arm lying across Vincent’s waist. He didn’t know why he’d given in to his desire to have sex with Justin, but he did know he couldn’t regret it, no matter what their situation was. He tightened his arm around Justin for a second and then attempted to slide from the bed to take a shower. Justin let out a snuffled moan of frustration and burrowed further into Vincent’s side. He smiled down at the crown of Justin’s head and relaxed back into the mattress. He could remain there for a little while longer.
He thought back on the werewolves and hoped the majority of the hunters were already on the move. He also prayed the wolves wouldn’t relocate again, but somehow he didn’t think they would this time. Jake seemed egotistical enough to believe they wouldn’t be able to stop him. It irritated him when he remembered the way Jake had touched Justin, the way he’d looked at Justin as if he owned him. Vincent wanted to smash the bastard’s face in with a sledgehammer. The knowledge of why he had the urge to do bodily harm to Jake’s perfect features should have pissed him off or at the very least made him disgusted with himself. Yet he couldn’t lie to himself anymore. He cared about Justin, more than he’d cared about anyone in decades.
Justin began to awaken, and Vincent wondered if Justin would be ashamed of what they’d done.
Justin came to a fraction at a time. He didn’t want to leave the warm cocoon he found himself in. A feeling he hadn’t experienced since he’d been a little boy on his mother’s lap invaded his soul. Peace. The chest beneath his cheek rose and fell with each breath, and Justin gave a tiny smile when he realized Vincent hadn’t left. Then he frowned, wondering if Vincent regretted the night before. He raised his gaze to Vincent’s face and saw his eyes were open, but he seemed lost in thought. Justin went to sit up, but Vincent tightened his hold on him and growled, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I-I was going to go take a shower,” Justin stammered. Embarrassment crowded in, and his cheeks grew hot. He kept his head tucked against Vincent’s chest.
Vincent used the knuckle of his index finger to raise Justin’s face to his. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. I know I was a little rough.”
The blush already on Justin’s cheeks deepened, and Justin knew his entire face had to be bright red. “I-It’s okay.”
“Was it your first time?” Vincent asked, running the pad of his thumb over Justin’s chin.
Unable to hold Vincent’s gaze for fear of being laughed at, Justin averted his eyes. “I’ve never been able to trust myself with anyone before.”
“Look at me, little wolf,” Vincent said softly. Peeking back at Vincent, Justin found nothing except warmth in the bright violet orbs. “Thank you for placing your trust in me.”
Justin swallowed hard, his throat tightening with some undefined emotion, and he could only nod in response. He’d never had the chance before becoming a werewolf to indulge in sexual experiences and once he’d been turned, he never even considered it for fear of hurting or infecting someone else.
This time Vincent let him go when Justin moved to get out of the bed. Justin grabbed his duffle and scurried into the bathroom, hiding as best he could behind the bag. He knew he should have taken a shower the night before. The blood had dried on his skin and flaked off in more than one place, but he’d been too exhausted to care and then everything with Vincent had happened. He wrinkled his nose at the itchiness of dried cum and blood on his body, scratching at his lower belly. Justin looked himself over in the mirror while the water heated. The usual haunted look he’d become accustomed to no longer stared back at him. He couldn’t believe the turn of events last night or how he’d slept better than he’d done since being turned.
But he knew nothing with Vincent could last. They were enemies. Right?
Sneering in disgust, Justin rushed through his shower and dressed. Vincent took one while Justin stood by the window, lost in thought over the events of the last week. He almost missed what Vincent said when Vincent returned to the room.
“We’re going to remain here until I receive the call the others have arrived.”
Justin nodded distractedly and almost jumped out of his skin when Vincent walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Justin’s waist. “Let’s go get something to eat. There’s a park I saw on the way through last night, and we’ll eat there, okay?”
“Okay,” Justin murmured.
They bought sushi from a nearby restaurant and drove to the park Vincent mentioned, where they found a place to sit underneath a huge tree. Justin sat with his back to the bark of the tree. The park certainly was beautiful. A small pond held a family of ducks and a couple of swans. There were two children nearby with their parents, and they were giggling in delight at the sight of the birds.
When they finished their food, Vincent leaned back on his arms, tipping his face to the sky with a sigh of contentment. “I haven’t relaxed like this in a long time.”
Justin turned enough to look at Vincent’s profile. His beautiful white hair hung down into a pool at his rear end; Vincent hadn’t braided it again after his shower. That’s when Justin noticed the earring flashing in a brief shaft of sunlight through the tree branches overhead. He’d worn them. Joy blossomed in Justin’s chest, delighted his gift had pleased Vincent enough to put them on. Vincent glanced at him and saw him staring. “What? Do I have soy sauce on my face?”
Ducking his head, Justin mumbled, “You’re wearing them.”
“Yeah.”
Sneaking a look from under his lashes, Justin saw Vincent smiling. “I wasn’t sure you’d want them.”
“Honestly, I was surprised you even bought them for me. With the way we left things before, I thought maybe I was the reason why you took off.”
“No! I-I just had to sort out a lot of things in my head.” Justin nervously picked at a blade of grass. “When I saw them, they immediately reminded me of you. I didn’t know if you would care or even want them.”
Vincent reached out, picked up Justin’s hand, and raised it to his lips to place a kiss on Justin’s knuckles. Justin flushed and then, much to his horror, squeaked in surprise when Vincent yanked him into his lap. Vincent chuckled at the sound but didn’t do anything more than fold his arms around him and rest his chin on Justin’s shoulder.
Chapter 12
They returned to the motel when the sun began to set, and they repeated the pattern for the next two days while they waited for Vincent’s phone to ring. During the day, they chose to explore the town they were in, but the nights were spent exploring every inch of each other. Justin knew their idyllic time together couldn’t last, but he absorbed every single moment with Vincent he could. He imprinted the memory of the scent of Vincent’s skin, the taste of his kiss, and the feel of Vincent buried deep inside of him. They would be what he clung to when the time came for Vincent to carry through on his end of their deal.
The phone call came the third morning right after Vincent finished waking him with a leisurely bout of lovemaking. They were quiet as they packed their meager belongings and checked out of the motel. Vincent didn’t take his hand this time while driving back toward the city where the nest of werewolves was. Justin couldn’t stop the disappointment and hurt burrowing into his heart, but he shouldn’t have expected anything beyond the two days they’d had together.
When Vincent pulled over into a rest area thirty miles outside of the city, Justin looked at him in confusion. “I thought we were heading to the bakery.”
“We are, but everyone is gathering here until night fall. We’d draw too much attention if we met there.”
Justin saw a group of about thirty men and women standing beneath a cluster of trees at the rest area. “Is that all of them?”
“It’s only part of them. The rest are still on their way and should be here soon. Come on.” Vincent exited the Challenger and walked over to the group, greeting several of them with clasped hands or hugs.
Justin hung back, nervous about being surrounded by so many hunters. He didn’t know how they’d react once they knew what he was. Vincent turned to him and motioned for him to join them. “Everyone, I’m sure you’ve heard of the werewolf who hunts his own kind. This is Justin. He’s been helping me locate the werewolves, and he’s the one who found the ritual room.”
All eyes turned to Justin, and he fidgeted. Then, to his shock, smiles broke out on everyone’s faces, and they came to him, one by one, to greet him with handshakes or hugs. Bewilderment must have shown on his face because Vincent laughed. “They’re not all like me. You’ll be fine.”
More and more of them began arriving until there were about sixty to seventy men and women. Justin started to get worried. There had to be at least a hundred of the wolves. “Is this enough?” he murmured to himself.
“Scared, wolf?” a nasty voice asked behind him.
Justin spun around to face Yasmine. “You didn’t see how many there were,” he replied defensively.
“Don’t worry, mutt. We’re stronger than any pack of dogs like you.” She leaned in close to Justin and said, “I don’t trust you, and I hope you don’t think laying a trap will work.”
“No matter what you think, I’m trying to help Vincent and the rest of you. Don’t worry, once this is over I’ll be dead anyway,” he replied and walked away.
He sank down onto a bench and sighed, staring at the ground. Vincent sat beside him a few minutes later. “You ready? We’re going in tonight.”
Justin dug his nails into the wooden plank beneath him. “Maybe I shouldn’t go.”
“What? Why?” Vincent demanded.
“Because they fear me. Even the ones who greeted me when we first got here do. I could smell it on them.” Justin frowned. “Besides, it’s not like I’ve been very successful lately at being able to handle myself. I’ll be nothing but a burden. Someone could get hurt because of me.”
Vincent growled in anger. “It doesn’t matter what they believe. You want the same as we do. To stop those monsters and get the scroll back. You handle yourself better than you give yourself credit for. When it’s three against one, it’s unfair odds. You promised to help, and I am going to hold you to that promise!” Vincent stood and started walking back to the others.
“You think it’s so easy, don’t you?” Justin yelled at him. “You think it’s nothing more than three against one? Or that it’s nothing more than a deal I made with you? Vincent, you hate me, too. Remember your promise? You may sleep with me because you’re horny or whatever other excuse you conjure in your head, but it still comes down to the fact that at the end of the day, you’ll kill me. So I’ll go keep my end of the deal so you’ll keep yours!”
Justin had never been so angry or scared before. He feared for himself, but also for Vincent. The hunters were outnumbered, and they could all be killed. He could be forced to watch Vincent die before Jake tortured him to death. Every emotion exploded through him, building inside of him, and Justin felt the itching beneath his skin, the same one he felt every full moon. The beast wanted out! “Vin—” Justin broke off in pain, his bones beginning to break and reform.
He watched Vincent shrink only to realize Vincent wasn’t shrinking, he was growing. Justin waited for himself to black out like he always did once the transformation began. Yet he didn’t. Vincent turned back only to watch with horror etched on his face while Justin went through the change. The hair along his body ruffled in the breeze, and he lifted his hands only to see huge clawed paws in their place. Panic enveloped him and then he saw the look in Vincent’s eyes. Justin couldn’t stand to see the disgust forming. The others were running toward them, but Vincent held out his arm to stop the hunters. “Justin?” he asked hesitantly.
Justin felt a tear slip out of his eye and drop off the end of the long, monstrous snout where his mouth once was. He spun and tore into the bushes. Branches and leaves scraped over him as he ran. He didn’t know how’d been able to change or how to return to human. Now he had control of himself in the monstrous form! Maybe the spell had affected him even though he’d been unconscious.
He ran until the agony of knowing what a monster he was brought him to his knees. Throwing his head back, he howled in grief and anguish. His claws dug into the soil beneath him, and he raged, roaring once more. So caught up in his torment, he didn’t hear Vincent approach. A hand came down gently on his shoulder, and Vincent dropped down beside him. “It’s okay, Justin.”
Even with conscious thought, he still couldn’t speak in this form, and he could only shake his head.
“I kind of anticipated something like this,” Vincent told him. “You may have been blacked out, but the spell would still have an effect on you.”
The anger had long since been replaced by despair, and Justin felt his body starting the shift. He grunted when his bones reshaped themselves once more. After, he lay there, his head in Vincent’s lap, staring at the trees and sky above. Vincent proved to be more astute than Justin gave him credit for. “You’re scared of him.”
Justin closed his eyes, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Yes.”
“It’s okay to be scared. It’s what makes you human.” Justin opened his eyes in surprise. Vincent smiled at him, one so tender Justin had to blink to make sure he didn’t imagine it. “Yeah, I said human. When tonight is over, you will no longer have to fear him. We’re going to kill him, Justin, and then you’ll be human again.”
Vincent carded his fingers through Justin’s hair. “And then I won’t have to hold up my end of the deal.” He paused for a second and then continued, “For what it’s worth, I don’t hate you. What we did these last few days… it’s not just about being horny or whatever excuse I can come up with.” Vincent tossed his words back at Justin.
“I—” Justin would have responded, but Vincent bent to capture Justin’s lips with his own.
Sighing with pleasure, Justin lost himself in the kiss, his body hardening with lust. Vincent’s reaction to their kiss dug in between Justin’s shoulder blades. Vincent twisted them until he lay on top of Justin, their hard chests pressing together. He reached between them to fondle Justin through the frayed remnants of his jeans.
“We should… ah… get back,” Justin gasped.
“Why?” Vincent slid his mouth down to Justin’s neck and lightly licked at the sensitive skin there.
Lust washed over Justin as he struggled to reply. “The-They’ll be looking for us.”
“No. They won’t.” With that, Vincent captured one of Justin’s nipples in his mouth, and Justin lost all sense of reason to the desire clouding his mind.
He held Vincent’s head closer to him and couldn’t stifle a cry when Vincent nibbled gently on his nipple. Justin needed to feel Vincent’s skin. He grabbed at Vincent’s shirt, yanking on it. Vincent took the hint, pulled away long enough to strip the shirt off, and then dropped down again to feast upon Justin’s chest. Justin ran his hands down the strong, rippling muscles in Vincent’s back.
They scrambled to remove the remainder of their clothing until they lay naked on their sides, Justin’s back pressed to Vincent’s front. Vincent nuzzled the back of Justin’s neck, and Justin couldn’t stifle a giggle. “What’s wrong?” Vincent whispered into his ear.
