Among Wolves (16 page)

Though Roman needed the ally, he didn't want
the presence of a fellow agent who was not happy to be a part of
the investigation and would pounce on Roman the minute he turned
wolf…or crow.

Crow.

Why hadn't Roman changed into a crow yet?
Could he?

For a moment Roman was lost in the sense of
flying. Soaring over the tree tops.

"Roman?"

"Hm?" He stopped daydreaming to pay attention
to Vernon.

"If you and Charlie need to rest up a bit
before dinner, go. I know the drive from your place ain't too bad,
but it's still a long trip."

"I wouldn't mind a nap." Roman glanced back
at Charlie who was silent beside him.

"Go rest. I'll have one of the boys let you
know when supper's on the table." Vernon patted Roman's
shoulder.

Charlie said, "And tomorrow, I want to take a
ride up the mountains. See where yer findin' the dead animals,
Vernon."

"Same place, Charlie. Same damn place."
Vernon appeared very distressed.

"Okay." Charlie nodded and before he put his
hat and coat on he emptied the bags of wrapped gifts, placing them
with the others under the tree.

Roman caught Suzie's sympathetic smile and
immediately read her mind. He hadn't been able to do that in two
years. She had said to herself, '
Damn, too bad he's
gay
.'

Roman did not want to read thoughts. It was
wrong and when there were more than two people in the room, it
became noise in his head when he needed to think clearly.

He shook Vernon's hand. "Okay, Vernon. We'll
see you in a couple of hours."

"You boys leavin'?" Goat asked, eating a
cookie.

"Just takin' a rest before dinner." Charlie
put his cowboy hat on his head.

"Okay." Goat opened the front door for them.
"I'll come get ya when Connie has dinner on the table."

"I appreciate that, Hal." Charlie nodded and
stepped outside.

Roman took a last look around the room.
Everyone was watching their departure. He heard Harley barking at
Charlie and snapped out of his haze, putting his coat on. "See you
all later." He waved and smiled.

Charlie used his boot to nudge the dog inside
the house, closing it in so it wasn't a pest. The two of them
walked in the icy air to the small cabin.

"Damn. Brings back so many memories." Charlie
opened the door and had a look inside, tossing his hat on the
sofa.

A light was already on, and the small space
felt claustrophobic to Roman.

They removed their jackets and boots, and
Charlie checked the thermostat, turning on the heat since the fire
was not lit in the hearth.

"He's here." Roman took off his shoulder
holster and set it near the sofa on a side table, with the ammo
clips.

Charlie spun around and met Roman's gaze.

Roman nodded. "I feel him."

As if Charlie was trying to get a sense of
it, he stared into the depths of the small room. "Butch should be
staying with us."

"I doubt he wants to get teased about being
gay, or come out. At least not to Sherlane and Suzie, let alone the
boys." Roman picked up the duffle bag JP had left inside the door
and carried it to the bedroom, putting it on the bed. He removed
his shaving kit and a few of his shirts to hang up in the closet,
which was empty except for hangers.

Charlie stepped in behind him, doing the
same. "Strange no one's been here since I left."

"Why? They have JP and Goat, not to mention
all the wranglers Vernon hired."

"Yeah, but I was the manager." Charlie placed
his clean jeans and briefs into a dresser drawer.

"I suppose the other two are managing all
right without you." Roman checked his phone again.

"Expecting Phil?" Charlie asked, tossing his
empty backpack into the closet with Roman's duffle bag.

"I don't know how he's going to get me the
paperwork. I expect him to just show up in the middle of
dinner."

"Didn't he ask you to call him when we
arrived?" Charlie lay back on the bed, his hands behind his
head.

"Probably. But if I call him, we're going to
have a chaperone for a week." Roman put the phone on the nightstand
and glanced at Charlie's posture. He removed his shoes and reached
for Charlie's groin, squeezing the bulge under his zipper.

"A good climax will get me right for a nap."
Charlie tugged his socks off.

Roman took off his shirt, tossing it on the
foot of the bed, then stripped off the rest of his clothing.

"The lube is in my kit." Charlie tilted his
head to the bathroom.

"Yeah? I was just going to give you a
blowjob. Ya wanna fuck, Mosby?" Roman smiled and walked to the
bathroom.

"Always wanna fuck you."

Roman chuckled and removed the lubrication
from Charlie's shaving kit.

When he returned, Charlie was naked, legs
spread, pulling on his own length.

Roman tossed the lube on the bed and dropped
down between Charlie's legs, nuzzling in. Charlie released his hold
on his cock and caressed Roman's hair.

Roman inhaled Charlie's masculine scent and
mouthed his balls, closing his eyes and feeling his own urge to
come escalate. Humming in pleasure, Roman licked his way up
Charlie's length and then sat up, jerking himself to get as hard as
he could. He gave Charlie's fit body a good once over, then
uncapped the gel. At the contact of his fingers on Charlie's rim,
Charlie parted his lips and spread his legs wider.

"Damn, you are gorgeous," Roman said as he
pushed a finger inside Charlie. "And mine…"

"Yours…" Charlie arched his back and grabbed
his own cock again.

Roman removed his slick finger and hoisted
Charlie's legs to his lap, pointing his cock at his rim. Charlie
sat upright, face to face with Roman as Roman sank his cock inside
Charlie.

"That's so nice," Charlie said, sighing and
holding Roman around his shoulders. Once they developed a rhythm,
Roman used his slick hand on Charlie, running his fingers and palm
down Charlie's stiff cock in time with their loving.

Charlie closed his eyes and went for Roman's
mouth.

At the kiss, Roman's body was awash with
tingles and his groin pulsated. Charlie cupped Roman's jaw and the
kissing grew more passionate, deeper as the friction between them
intensified. Roman jerked Charlie off quickly, from the base to the
head, twisting his hand to make Charlie come.

Charlie's breathing became loud and he moaned
against Roman's lips. Roman worked his man, wanting him to come
first so he could enjoy a leisurely screw.

Charlie parted from the kiss and threw back
his head, spraying cum all over Roman's hand and stomach.

Roman milked him gently and laid Charlie back
down, hoisting a leg onto each of his shoulders so he could fuck
Charlie deeper, with better leverage. Charlie relaxed on the
quilted bedspread and watched.

Roman's glance moved from the intimate
contact between them to Charlie's handsome masculine face. When
Charlie's blue eyes began to glow sky blue, Roman's skin lit on
fire. "Oh, damn! Damn!" Roman thrust in hard and fast, the pleasure
igniting the wolf in him. "Augh! Fuck! Fuck!" Roman came and hated
to battle the change since it was messing with his pleasure. He
hammered into Charlie and held tight to Charlie's legs, feeling the
climax soar beyond his wildest dreams.

"Yes! Roman! Holy Christ!"

Roman looked down and Charlie was coming
again, cream oozing from the slit and onto his pubic hair.

Roman tried to contain the intensity because
he felt his teeth ache in his mouth. He ran his tongue over his
canines as Charlie's chest rose and fell rapidly. When their eyes
met, Roman had a feeling he was too late. Charlie began to snarl
and grip the bed.

Roman kept fucking him, not wanting to stop.
He avoided staring at Charlie's mesmerizing gaze and licked the
inside of Charlie's legs near his knees, tasting his skin, his
sweat. He nibbled on him lovingly and pushed his cock in for a last
thrust.

Tingles raced over Roman's back and a cold
'whoosh' hit him, making his sweating skin turn ice. He was grabbed
around the throat and pulled backwards off Charlie.

"No!" Charlie shouted and reached for
him.

Pain seized Roman and he roared from the
agony, hearing his human voice turn into a howl.

Charlie felt the onset of the change hitting
him during the sex, but was able to fight it back. Yet the moment
Roman was attacked Roman transformed.

As Charlie writhed in pain on the bed,
suffering the transformation now as well, a huge black wolf and an
even bigger white one were locked in a battle on the floor of the
bedroom.

Charlie leapt onto the white wolf and bit it
behind its neck, but its fur was so thick, he felt nothing
penetrate its skin.

Roman was snapping and showing his canines at
the white beast, who was drawing blood on Roman's snout from his
sharp fangs.

Charlie went for the wolf's legs, shaking his
head when he got a hold of a paw. The wolf whelped in pain and
began attacking Charlie.

Charlie was thrown onto his back and held all
four of his paws out to fend off the advance, which most certainly
felt like it would be his death.

Out of nowhere, wings and sharp talons came
down on the white wolf, clawing at its eyes.

It jumped into the air at the large black
bird and snapped its jaws.

Charlie backed up into the corner of the
room, licking his raw snout and watched the big crow swoop down
again and again at the white wolf.

The wolf bolted through the open bedroom door
and the bird gave chase.

Charlie rushed after them and when he stood
in the living room, the large crow was dive bombing the front door
and there was no sign of the white wolf. It was as if it had either
vanished, or was able to penetrate the door without it being
open.

Charlie trotted over to sniff at the floor
near the door. He caught no scent outside other than the cold
winter air and a wood burning stove. He sat on his haunches and
watched the crazy black bird hitting the door with its feet
first.

Charlie forced himself to calm down. He lay
on the floor and closed his eyes, trying to prepare for the intense
pain.

~

Roman squawked and wore himself out trying to
get through a closed door. How the wolf had, he had no idea.

He perched on the couch and realized Charlie
was turning back into a human. Roman couldn't bear watching and
hopped along the back of the sofa, trying to do the same. He
flapped and shook out his feathers, but the fury was so hot in him,
he wasn't doing anything but molting.

"Roman," Charlie said, sounding
exhausted.

Roman turned around and folded his wings,
tilting his head at Charlie. He was sitting on the floor, naked,
covered in scratches.

Roman hopped off the couch and made his way
towards Charlie.

"Change back. Come on." Charlie caught his
breath and touched his chest, which was bruised.

Roman hated seeing the cuts and red marks on
his man. He shook out his feathers and had a tough time calming
down.

His mobile phone ringtone sounded.

Charlie looked back at the bedroom and said,
"That'll be Phil. Come on, Roman. Make a goddamn effort." Charlie
hoisted himself to his feet, using the couch to help him stand.

Roman stared at a painting on the wall, one
of the horses out to pasture. He shook out his wings and braced
himself.

He fell to the wood floor and opened his
beak, extending his wings from the agony and cursing as the change
brought intense pain and exhaustion.

Lying on the floor, cold and shivering, Roman
tasted blood in his mouth and didn't know if it was his or the
white wolf's.

Charlie held out his phone. "It's Phil. He's
here."

"Fuck." Roman sat up slowly and wiped his
mouth, swallowing the bitter taste. He took the phone, looking at
the claw marks on his skin. "Great timing, Dean."

"Fuck you, Burk. You said you'd call and you
didn't. I have the paperwork. I'm parked near a pickup truck with
Nevada plates. I didn't want to bother Vernon since its dinner
time."

Roman looked at the phone and realized two
hours had gone by. "Damn it."

"Where are you? You and Charlie staying in
that little cabin again?"

"Yeah." Roman reached for Charlie and he
hauled him up.

"On my way."

"Give us a minute, Phil. We just fucked."
Roman touched his face and could feel scratches. Charlie walked in
front of him, back to the bedroom and bathroom.

"Christ, you guys ever slow down?" Phil
laughed. "Screw you. I'm on my way. Put your pants on."

Roman disconnected the call and looked at his
face in the bathroom mirror. He rinsed his mouth and touched the
light scratches and his cut lip.

Charlie showed up behind him, dressed,
shaking his head. "He kicked the crap out of us, Roman. I feel like
I got hit by a diesel truck."

Roman embraced him. "Baby…" He held back his
emotions of sadness over anything harming Charlie.

A loud knock came to his front door.

"Get dressed." Charlie touched Roman's
cheek.

"Don't tell him!" Roman returned to the
bedroom for his clothing.

"I have to." Charlie left the room and Roman
could hear him open the door and greet Phil.

Roman dressed quickly and touched the cut on
his lip with his tongue. He looked into the mirror in the bathroom
again and brushed his hair, trying not to appear as if he was just
in a cat fight.

~

"Nice to see you again, Charlie." Phil
extended his hand.

"You too. Roman's comin'. Can I get you
somethin'? I jus' got here so I don't know what we got."

"I'm good. I just wanted to give him this
paperwork," he held it out, "and see what your plan of action
is."