man. He should have felt afraid, but he just felt drawn. He touched Trace a bit more gently than intended and he watched the man’s look shift again. Open and playful to guarded and shut down.
Cam made a bold move. He moved his hand, shaking as it was, down between their bodies and found the long, hard ridge of Trace’s cock. And he squeezed. Those amazing eyes went feral again, animal shine lighting up Trace’s gaze. ‘I have a beast in me too,’ Cameron said.
The wolf leered, shoved his body roughly against Cam’s and moved in to take his mouth again. He felt dizzy, like the earth was moving.
Trace growled at him, ‘Not yet, you don’t, but if you keep touching me like that you wi –’
That’s when the bolt hit them.
Chapter Seven
‘What the fuck?’ Trace was rubbing his hair, which had a definite static electricity about it, and wincing.
‘I’m sorry. That’s my beast. I can’t … Sometimes it comes when I get worked up. And I haven’t …’ Cameron sighed, scrubbing his face with his hands. This was atrocious.
‘You don’t have much of a sex life, do you?’ Trace asked.
‘No,’ Cam barked, taken off guard by the comment. The nearly hysterical laughter that flowed out of him was unsettling. It was frustrating, having put himself off in that department for so long, and now finally – finally ! – being attracted to someone enough to make himself vulnerable and his element wanted to fry the guy.
However, Cameron noticed the wolf didn’t look too worse for wear. His eyes skittered down to find that wonderful hard-on still intact and a when he looked up Trace gave him a sly grin. The wolf shine in his eyes made Cameron’s heart skip a beat. Literally. It felt like a rabbit kicking in his chest.
‘I don’t give up easily,’ Trace said.
He moved forward again – surged, really, a wave of flesh and blood and heated skin. He crushed Cameron to the tree trunk and kissed him, shoving a hand down into Cam’s pants to find his erection. The fingers that wrapped around him were not gentle but they were skilled.
‘I –’
‘Don’t talk,’ the wolf said. ‘It’s been too long.’
‘How long?’ He couldn’t help himself. When Trace’s teeth nipped at his tongue, Cameron felt shaky with lust. He wanted so badly for this man to just turn him and take him. He didn’t care where he was or why he’d been led here. He simply wanted it to be all about him for just 20 fucking minutes.
‘Hush.’
‘How long?’ he gasped, as that rough hand slid up and down his length and Trace drove his body hard against Cam. Cameron could feel the wolf’s cock rubbing against his leg. Could feel the hot breath and muggy desire coming off him in waves.
Cameron felt utterly out of control, in the best possible way. Not like when lightning forged his path, but the way he felt when he was running really fast and the wind felt like it could possibly lift him off his feet and he could fly.
Trace pulled back to look at him, his eyes a lighter shade of lavender. Just as they’d been the night before in the storm when he’d been watching Cam through the window.
‘Thirteen years.’
‘Jesus.’
‘Shut up.’
The wolf’s eyes narrowed and Cameron realised his error. He pressed a trembling hand against Trace’s chest.
‘You beat me by three years,’ he said and watched the realisation hit the bigger man.
‘Ten?’
‘Yep.’
‘Why?’ Trace asked, moving against him once more. Curious, unafraid of the lightning and still aroused.
‘Does it matter?’
‘No,’ Trace said. ‘And neither does mine.’ He brought his mouth down over Cameron’s, licked his tongue along Cam’s willing lips. When Trace pushed his tongue deep into Cam’s mouth, Cam gave himself over to the kiss, the moment and the realisation that Brother Lightning might be back any moment. And the even stranger knowledge that Trace didn’t seem to care.
‘Will you fuck me?’ he asked. His voice was soft and
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley