Of Wolves and Men (17 page)

“Because it
was
me. I was doing everything I could to make you guys realize it wasn’t a normal crow.”

“Calm down.” Charlie caressed Roman’s hair. “I wonder if strong emotions make the changes come quicker.”

That idea made Roman take pause. “You could be right, Charlie.”

“Then keep it steady.” Charlie rubbed Roman’s shoulder.

“It never occurred to me the changes may be linked to my emotions, but that makes perfect sense.”

Suzie said, “We looked up the local Indian tribe because at first Roman thought it was a shaman.”

Nick shook his head. “There aren’t any shamans in this area of America. They’re more an Eastern Europe phenomenon. And the medicine people are spiritual healers. I can’t imagine them doing this.”

Roman thought about a cup of coffee but didn’t pour one. He was thirsty, but not for that. He made a move to stand.

“What do you need?” Charlie asked.

“Water.”

“I’ll get it,” Suzie replied.

“Thanks.” Roman gathered his thoughts. “There was an inverted pentagram painted on the wall, but it had been obscured so…” Roman felt a wave of something and shook his head. “No.”

“Is it coming again?” Charlie wrapped his arm around Roman’s shoulder, drawing him closer.

Phil and Nick sat up on the sofa. “Roman? You turning into something?”

Suzie brought a bottle of water for him. Roman poured half on top of his head and drank the other half down.

They all waited.

Roman felt it subside. “Where was I?”

“Inverted pentagram.” Phil appeared devastated and Roman had no idea what to say to comfort him.

“Right. So now my thoughts are turning from the Nations to a cult. Witches? Something pagan to do with Mother Nature? I have no idea. But if it was just a simple satanic curse, why the crow and the wolf?’

Charlie dabbed at a drop of water running down Roman’s temple.

He connected to Charlie’s eyes and immediately felt a carnal craving to make love to him.

“Charlie…”

“Yes, Roman?”

“I want to fuck you.” ~

Charlie choked and felt his cheeks go crimson.

Suzie giggled.

“Agent Dean,” Charlie asked, “Was he like this before the curse?”

Phil smiled wryly. “He never said that to me.”

Roman said, “I wanted to fuck you too, Phil, but not as much as Charlie.”

Nick waved his hand to interrupt. “When did this become about sex? Roman, tell us more about what happened to you that night.”

“He gets this way when he’s human because he can manage a quickie.” Charlie could sense Roman about to become amorous. “Babe, while you can. Tell them everything.”

Roman stuck his hand between Charlie’s legs and massaged his balls as he spoke. Charlie tensed up and looked at everyone’s reaction.

“I remember a woman’s face painted red with white and blue stripes. She was leading some kind of ritual with dancing and singing.”

Charlie didn’t have his hat nearby so he took one of the throw pillows from where he sat and covered Roman’s hand. Suzie gave him a wink and blushed as red as Charlie felt his own cheeks were, while the two agents were attempting to pretend this was all business.

“I was paralyzed, lying on the floor, then suddenly I remember seeing the full moon over me, and I was naked. They danced in a circle around me.”

It was as if Charlie could visualize the scene before him.

A ring of fire, chanting echoing in the woods, and Roman lying on his back helpless.

“They spattered blood on me. I could see mostly birds were being held by their feet with their throats cut, but I’m recalling hearts, animal hearts dripping blood as well.”

Charlie shut his eyes as Roman massaged his crotch. The dull noise of a beating drum and stomping feet made the hair rise on his skin.

“Then I was surrounded by them, all kneeling around me. They painted me blood-red from the soles of my feet to my hair. Every one of them put their hands between my legs and said something I couldn’t understand.”

“Can you ID any of them?” Phil asked.

“Only that one woman’s face. The red painted one. She was wearing a feather crown and the skin of a wolf on top of her head.”

“I could understand how you would assume that would be part of the Indian Nation.”

Charlie relaxed his knees wider from the arousing touch. He rested his head on the back of the couch as the chanting grew louder in his ears. A scent of something burning wafted up his nose.

Burning bones? Flesh? Herbs?

“I woke naked and crawled to a lake to wash the caked blood off. It wasn’t long after that I became a crow and headed back to look for you guys.”

Through a haze, Charlie heard Suzie describing the doe that had been found on the west side of their ranch.

The light grew dim and Charlie could see the sky filled with stars through the tips of the tall trees. His cock was thick in his pants and Roman’s friction was so exciting he was edging a climax.

“So Charlie and Suzie started researching anything they could find about the legends in this area,” Roman said, “Maybe you guys can consult the local sheriff’s departments and see if this type of activity has been going on for some time.”

Charlie rolled his head on what felt like, dirt, the ground. A red ring of fire surrounded him and he grew cold. It was as if Roman had opened his pants and was holding his naked cock under the blind of the pillow. It made Charlie shiver. He was about to scold his lover for being so bold with people in the room. When he opened his eyes, a woman’s red-painted face appeared. He had seen her once before, in the reflection of his bathroom mirror.

Am I imagining this?

She held a bird over his chest, allowing its slit throat to drip blood on his skin.

Charlie shook his head side to side, trying to wake from the odd dream. He glanced down at himself and he was completely naked, blood spattered all over his skin.

“Was anything found at the scene?” Roman asked, “Did you guys end up making any arrests?”

“No,” Nick said, “We found nothing. Not a sign of any weapons, chemical storage, gambling, nothing. We were wondering if we either got bad intel or this was a tactic used to divert our attention away from the real location.”

Hands were rubbing blood all over Charlie’s skin. He tried to move, to get away and run, but he couldn’t. His body was paralyzed and he could not shake the sensation of being touched by many in a spot he thought only Roman was touching him in reality. He tried to clear his vision, but it felt as if red smoke was in his eyes.

“I think it was a diversionary tactic. I have no doubt there is a problem in this area, but that information on that particular building was bad info.”

Charlie shivered and could not focus on the conversation. Roman’s touch between his legs was driving him crazy. But there was no way he was going to climax in front of two ATF agents and Suzie Norman.

He opened his lips to tell Roman to stop, it was too embarrassing. Nothing came out when he tried to speak.

One of the agent’s cell phone rang. Phil stood and walked away from the group with the phone to his ear. “Agent Dean…” He cupped it and said, “They photographed the graffiti, Roman.”

“Tell them to email it to my mailbox,” Nick said, taking out his iPhone.

“This screen is bigger, Nick. Suzie, give me your email address.”

Charlie was coated in sweat and writhing on the ground of the forest. He felt slightly sick, but it passed. The chanting grew louder and his legs were parted.

“…at college dot org. Let me log on,” Suzie said.

“Yeah, go ahead and send them, we’re all waiting.”

Charlie threw his head back and gasped. “Roman…”

“Charlie?”

“Not here, Roman. Don’t make me come here.” Charlie felt so much pleasure between his legs he began riding it, floating above everyone in the room.

“Charlie. Charlie, wake up. Are you all right?”

A slap on his face startled Charlie. He blinked and found everyone staring. Immediately he looked at the pillow on his lap. Roman was kneeling beside the computer, his hand was not where he thought it was. “Did I fall asleep?”

Suzie said, “Your eyes were open.”

“Here you go, Roman.” Phil moved the laptop to face him. “Is this what you remember?”

Charlie struggled to stand, putting the pillow on the couch and staggering to the bathroom to splash his face.

“Babe?” Roman appeared concerned.

“Just need to wake up. Sorry.” Charlie closed the bathroom door and rinsed his hands and face.

He opened his pants to pee and jumped at the sight of a reddish color smeared on his cock. In terror he dragged his jeans down his legs and felt faint. ~

Roman heard Charlie make a noise of fear or shock. “Hang on.” He held up one finger and walked to the bathroom, opening the door. “What’s wrong, Charlie?”

“What the hell?” Charlie gestured to his crotch. “Were you touchin’ me?”

“When?” Roman got to his knees and tugged Charlie’s pants and briefs down. “Where are you cut?”

“I have to sit. I feel like I’m about to pass out.”

Roman tugged Charlie’s boots off, then his pants and briefs. He used a wet washcloth to remove the blood. “There’s nothing here.”

“Roman?” Phil spoke from outside the door. “Our forensic guy just matched the symbols to a coven that’s been making animal sacrifices in the Deer Creek reservoir area.”

“Okay, Phil.” Roman lowered his voice. “There’s no cut, Charlie. You’re not bleeding.”

Charlie couldn’t catch his breath. “Roman, I must have fell asleep ‘cause I had a dream out there on the couch.”

“You okay in there, guys?”

“Be right out.” Roman met Charlie’s eyes. “What was it about?”

“The thing that happened to you…” Charlie looked down at his crotch. Roman had washed all the reddish color from him. He tugged on his cock, checking it out for himself. “I was lying on the ground looking at the stars.”

The expression on Roman’s face became grim.

“Just like what you described.” Charlie held onto his balls, cupping them. “But it was just me thinkin’ of what you was sayin’, right?”

“If it was just you thinking it, how would you get blood on your dick?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Charlie gripped Roman’s arm and squeezed.

“I don’t know. I wish I did, Charlie, but nothing is making sense to me anymore.” Roman stood.

“You feel okay enough to join us? I think Phil has figured out some possible suspects.”

Staring at Roman, and even more interestingly, smelling him, made Charlie crave him. Charlie ran his tongue over his teeth inside his mouth in hunger. A powerful urge to dominate Roman seized Charlie. He attacked Roman, pushing him against the wall and went for his mouth. Roman reacted, digging one hand into Charlie’s hair and gripping his entire package in the other.

Feeling like an unleashed animal, Charlie sucked on Roman’s tongue and began undressing him, tugging the shirt over his head.

Roman brought them both to the floor, lips locked together.

Charlie toppled Roman over in the small space between the tub and the door. He worked Roman’s sweatpants off and began poking his stiff cock between Roman’s legs.

“Let me in, you motherfucker.” Charlie snarled, showing his teeth, feeling extremely aggressive.

In response, Roman submitted, spreading his legs and opening himself up.

Charlie tried to penetrate Roman but grew frustrated when he couldn’t. He stood, opened the medicine chest and grabbed petroleum jelly. Taking two fingers he scooped some out and knelt back on the floor. Roman made a move under him.

Charlie didn’t know if it was to get up or not. He growled. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere.” He used his two coated fingers to push his way inside Roman’s back passage.

Roman moaned and closed his eyes.

“Guys?” Phil’s voice spoke from outside the door.

“Leave us a minute!” Charlie met Roman’s eyes and loved the gleam in them. “You’re mine.

You got that?” He placed one hand on either side of Roman’s body while Roman held his own knees, exposing himself.

“I got it.”

Charlie pointed his cock at Roman’s rim and pushed through the thick gel. Deeper and deeper, Charlie felt Roman’s muscles clench and then release under him. The impulse to come was overwhelming. Yes, Charlie loved sex, but this drive was beyond his wildest dreams.

The raw scent of Roman’s sexuality made Charlie crazy. He knelt upright, held Roman’s thighs and began humping him. Suddenly the small room was echoing with snarls and growls of passion. Charlie stared at Roman’s cock as it grew semi-erect, and then stiff. As he fucked, he inhaled Roman’s scent like he’d never smelled another aroma so intriguing. Getting closer to a climax, Charlie cupped Roman’s chest, hammering inside him as Roman showed his teeth in a sensual snarl. The friction and smells made Charlie rise to a climax quickly. When Roman gripped the back of his head and met his mouth, Charlie came. He pushed as hard as he could, connecting them on the deepest level. Roman whimpered in surrender.

Coated in sweat, Charlie Roman’s legs to suck his cock. Roman held onto his inner thighs, surrounding Charlie’s hands, which gripped the base of his dick.

Charlie drew long suction to the tip and felt like howling he was so high. Roman’s cock pulsated strongly, indicating he was about to come. Charlie increased the pace and tasted Roman’s spunk. With it pooled on his tongue, Charlie sat upright, tilted back his head and let it slide down his throat like an oyster. Roman rubbed his face all over Charlie’s chest and neck, sniffing, licking him and letting out tiny noises of pleasure.

Charlie’s mouth in complete

pulled out, dropping between

Charlie reciprocated, rubbing his body and cheek all over

Roman to exchange their scents.

They lay panting, on the bathroom throw rug, trying to recuperate. “I have never felt this way about no one, in my life.” Charlie knew he could sleep where he was, on top of Roman.

“Never.” Roman held him closer.

“Look, guys,” Phil tapped the door as he said, “I know there’s a time and place for everything, but…we may have a lead here. And we can use your help, Roman.”