A Baby Daddy for a Werewolf Silencer (8 page)

Ian led them inside, but only went as far as the living room.
"Make yourselves at home," he said. "There are supplies in the
kitchen, and everything you might need for the next week or so. There's also a
sat-phone, in case you can't reach me on your cell and you need to contact me.
I'll leave the two of you explore now. Have fun."

With a wink, Ian left, closing the door behind him. Now that
Ian was gone, Jensen forgot about this strange new location and once more
focused on Erdi alone. He faced the other man, only to realize Erdi wasn't
looking at him. "Come on," Erdi said. "We should go upstairs.
You can pick a room, and we'll grab a bite to eat since we didn't have
breakfast."

Jensen grabbed Erdi's arm before the man could flee.
"Wait. We need to talk about earlier."

"What is there to talk about? You made your thoughts on
me pretty clear."

Jensen frowned. "No. Actually, I definitely did
not."

He hadn't given his opinion on the situation at all, although
he could understand why Erdi thought differently. "Look, I'm tired of
going around in circles. There's something building between us. I can feel it,
and I know you can too. But I need to know... Is it real or just pheromones?
Heck, I can't believe I said that word, given that I haven't seen the whole
shifting thing with my own eyes."

Erdi sighed. "I suppose that's easy enough to fix."

Just like that, without giving Jensen any warning, Erdi
started to strip. Jensen's mind shut down at the sight. There was really no other
way to put it, because with every inch of exposed skin, breathing and thinking
became progressively more difficult.

He'd thought he'd known how handsome Erdi was, but he'd been
sorely mistaken. In fact, he'd been so wrong he might have laughed if his vocal
cords had obeyed him. As it was, he just stood there, hypnotized by the play of
muscles of Erdi's biceps, aching to trace the lines of Erdi's abdomen.

Impossibly, it became even more difficult to process what was
happening when Erdi toed off his sneakers and slid out of his jeans. He moved
his hips just so, presumably to get naked faster, but the motion made Jensen's
mouth water. It didn't help that Erdi was rock hard, the flared head of his
shaft leaking copious amounts of precum. Jensen wanted nothing more than to
drop to his knees and worship that beautiful cock—well, either that, or take it
inside him. If he didn't, it was because of the remaining tension in Erdi's
stance.

For all of his arousal, Erdi remained focused on his task.
His nostrils flared, and Jensen was sort of embarrassed when he figured out
Erdi could smell his excitement. At the same time, that knowledge kept him
rooted in his spot. If Erdi was aware of Jensen's lust and did nothing to
pursue it, Jensen couldn't press either. Besides, they had other concerns.
Didn't they? It had all kind of slipped his mind the moment Erdi had started to
get naked.

"Ready?" Erdi suddenly asked, his voice husky,
filled with the desire Jensen himself felt.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Jensen answered in turn.

Over the next ten seconds, Jensen wondered what he'd expected
to see, or gain, from his demand to witness the shifting process. Information,
most definitely, but what kind of information? Had he thought the change would
involve something grotesque, popping eyeballs and tortured roars, the kind that
showed up in horror movies? Well, nothing like that happened. The shift that
flowed over Erdi was fluid, natural. Yes, it was a little unnerving to see
Erdi's hands and legs turn into paws, his mouth into a snout, and his body
sprouting fur and a tail. However, it didn't strike Jensen as scary. In an odd
way, it felt suitable. And when Erdi looked up at him—this time as a
wolf—Jensen knew why that was. Erdi had always been the wolf.

Following a sudden impulse, Jensen crossed the room and knelt
next to Erdi. He buried his hand in the wolf's dark fur, already knowing the
not-quite beast wouldn't hurt him. Erdi rested his large head on Jensen's
shoulder, and Jensen found himself relaxing, as if the trust Erdi put in him
with this made everything better.

Impulses couldn't guide genuine belief. Erdi was obviously
attracted to Jensen, but he'd gone against that several times to pursue a
different course of action. This was real, this warmth, this wordless bond, and
Jensen wanted to cling to it, to Erdi, forever.

Erdi briefly pulled away, but he didn't leave. Instead, he
shifted back into his human form and cupped Jensen's cheek with striking
gentleness. "Why?"

There were a lot of answers to that question, a lot of meanings
it could have. It was hard to find a single one. The words came out without
Jensen actually thinking about them. "You don't have to be alone anymore,
Erdi. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You can make your own
choices—and I want you to choose me."

Even as he spoke, he realized how true that was. This man
carried a lot of guilt and regret, but also a lot of pain. It was clear to
Jensen that Erdi had been made into a weapon, perhaps even conditioned to not
dwell too much on his actions. While that didn't change what Erdi had done,
Jensen couldn't find it in his heart to blame Erdi for any of it. Erdi already
blamed himself enough.

Because of that, because he knew Erdi would try to keep his
distance, Jensen took the lead. He pressed his mouth to Erdi's, desperate for
another taste of the man in front of him. The teasing hint he'd gotten earlier
was not enough. He doubted anything ever would.

For a few moments, he thought Erdi might push him away,
because the man didn't immediately respond. Those instants passed quickly, and
then, Erdi pushed Jensen down, shoving him against the flooring, taking over
the kiss. His muscular body pressed against Jensen's more slender one, keeping
him in place—not that Jensen wanted to go anywhere. In fact, he was exactly
where he wanted to be, and he used the offered chance to explore all the naked
skin now at his disposal. He allowed his hands to roam over every part of Erdi
he could reach, mostly his back and shoulders. While the touches weren't too
intimate or too sensual, Erdi growled into their kiss and thrust his tongue
into Jensen's mouth with even more fervor. Suddenly, clawed fingers were
tearing into Jensen's clothes. Buttons flew all over the place, seams tore, and
in seconds, Jensen's shirt was reduced to pathetic scraps of material. Maybe it
should have scared him, but all it did was fuel the fire of his need. He
couldn't bear having the barrier of material between them anymore. He wanted to
get naked already, to feel Erdi's skin against his own.

Thankfully, he and Erdi agreed in this. Erdi broke the kiss,
but he obviously hadn't changed his mind, because he used the respite to pop
the buttons of Jensen's jeans, then jerk them down. There was a moment of
clumsiness due to his shoes, but Erdi seemed to have maintained a bit more
composure than Jensen and managed to solve that problem in seconds.

Several things occurred to Jensen as he lay there, now
completely naked. The first was that the wooden floor of a mountain home wasn't
very comfortable, but in fact, quite chilly. The second was that he wanted to
see Erdi come apart, to have the man finally realize that it was okay to be
honest with himself and with Jensen, that it was safe to open up.

Following these two facts, Jensen chose the most natural course
of action. He pounced on Erdi and reached for the man's cock. Oh, who was he
kidding? He just wanted to suck Erdi's dick.

Erdi made a delicious noise that was half-growl, half-moan,
and it both encouraged and flattered Jensen. It also cemented Jensen's
decision. He delved in and took Erdi's cock into his mouth with so much
enthusiasm he almost choked. It was worth it, though, so very worth it. Erdi's
hands landed in his hair, gentle despite the claws. He didn't speak, but Jensen
could still hear his words of encouragement, telling Jensen to take his time.
The hold steadied Jensen and he explored at leisure, alternating hard sucks
with teasing, tentative licks. And oh, this was everything Jensen thought it
would be. The flavor of Erdi's precum exploded on Jensen's taste buds, and it
made his head spin and his cock throb with increasing arousal.

For Erdi's part, he didn't seem to be uncomfortable on the
floor. Gradually, his body grew more rigid, his grip on Jensen's hair tighter.
It didn't hurt, but the pull on Jensen's scalp was just enough to make him
shiver, to remind him of what they both craved.

No matter how much he'd have liked to make Erdi come just
like this, he couldn't do it. Not that he didn't try. At one point, he lost his
patience for teasing and began to bob his head up and down Erdi's shaft,
sucking for all he was worth. The tension in Erdi's thighs practically screamed
that the man would climax any moment now, but it didn't happen.

At the last moment, Erdi pulled Jensen off him. Before Jensen
even knew what was going on, his lover had stolen his prize, removing his cock
from Jensen's mouth. He would have protested, but Erdi shot to his feet and
draped Jensen over his shoulder, so quickly Jensen went dizzy. He had no idea
how the man had managed to move like that, but weirdly, the way Erdi used his
supernatural abilities freely made Jensen feel powerful, like he was finally
cracking the mask of Erdi's composure, seeing beyond it and falling more and
more for the vulnerable, yet passionate man hiding under it.

He didn't have too much time to be profound about his
feelings for Erdi. Now that he had a set course of action, his lover moved
quickly and efficiently. In mere seconds, he rushed to the bedroom—quite a feat
since Ian hadn't actually given them the tour. He set Jensen on the bed, and
then resumed kissing him even more desperately than before.

In fact, this time, the caresses went beyond mere kisses.
When they broke apart, Erdi's mouth traveled down Jensen's neck. He licked over
Jensen's collarbone and into the hollow of his throat. He nibbled on the shell
of his ear, all the while exploring Jensen's body with far too skilled hands.
Soon, he had Jensen writhing underneath him—and they'd only just begun.

Sexual tension had been building up between them ever since
Willow Cove, so Jensen wanted nothing more than to get on with it, to have Erdi
fuck him. But Erdi had other ideas. He seemed intent on sucking and teasing
every inch of Jensen's body. Jensen's nipples were his next target, and the feel
of Erdi's hot mouth over the tender buds made Jensen cry out so loudly he might
have been embarrassed under different circumstances. He'd never realized his
nipples were so sensitive, but apparently, everything was different with Erdi.

His lover confirmed that guess again and again even as he
continued his thorough mapping of Jensen's body. He thrust his tongue into
Jensen's bellybutton and licked over his hipbone. He kissed the inside of his
thighs, his knees and the arches of his foot. He found Jensen's ticklish spots,
and for the first time in his life, Jensen was torn between uncontrollable
giggles and uncontrollable pleasure.

The latter won out when Erdi finally zeroed in on Jensen's
cock. Jensen hadn't expected it, not with the almost lazy, torturous approach
Erdi had decided to take. But when Erdi took Jensen's dick in his mouth... It
was anything but lazy. There was no more time for teasing or slow burn. It all
turned into pure, frantic need and ecstasy, the pleasure Erdi's talented mouth
coaxed out of him too much to bear.

When his orgasm came, it exploded over him with the potency
of a... Well, he might have been able to find a metaphor if he could have
mustered enough brain power, but right now, he didn't think he could have
created an Excel spreadsheet, let alone started to wax poetic. It was enough to
feel, and he felt, he sensed, he experienced, and it should have been enough,
it should have sated his hunger for Erdi, but dear God, it didn't.

He came down from the high of his orgasm just in time to see
his lover reach into the nightstand. Erdi retrieved a tube of lubricant and a
condom packet from inside, and the practicalities involved in that action gave
Jensen enough clarity to arch a brow.

Erdi chuckled weakly. "It seems Ian did leave us supplies,
for everything we might need."

That worm of jealousy made its way into Jensen's heart again.
"Don't mention another man when you're with me," he said, sounding a
little more disgruntled than he'd have liked. He realized he was pouting for no
good reason, but he couldn't help himself.

Erdi shot him a look of disbelief. "Don't tell me you're
jealous."

"Of course I am. I want you all to myself."

Erdi didn't reply, at least, not through words. He simply
kissed Jensen, and Jensen welcomed it, welcomed the taste of Erdi's passion,
mingled with that of his own seed. He spread his legs wide to accommodate his
lover, and Erdi took him up on his invitation. Jensen was very much aware of
what would happen between them next, but somehow, Erdi still managed to distract
him with his addicting kisses. In fact, he almost yelped when slick fingers
prodded his hole. The shock didn't last, and he relaxed in Erdi's embrace,
greedy for more.

His cock was still half-hard despite the fact that he'd just
come, and it went completely erect when Erdi slid two digits inside him. The
penetration burned a little—it had been a while—but Jensen's body was lax from
the orgasm and hungry for Erdi's touch. He adapted quickly, and was soon moving
into the caress, trying to impale himself on Erdi's fingers.

Erdi steadied him with an almost severe hold on his hip.
Jensen released a small whine, wishing he could vocalize his need through
words, but completely unable to. His whine grew into a loud cry when Erdi
crooked his fingers inside him and found Jensen's prostate. The shock of
pleasure rushed over him, through his every cell, making his dick throb
painfully. If not for his earlier orgasm, he'd have come already just at that
mere touch.