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began chewing on Charlie’s cock through his jeans.
    His length pulsating in the grasp of Roman’s teeth, Charlie asked, “What’s an ATF agent doin’
    up in these parts?”
    “Talk later.”
    His cock was exposed from his clothing, and immediately sucked deeply.
    Charlie began to swoon from the sensation. He held onto Roman by his shoulders. “You say talk later, but you’ll fly out of here the way you flew in.” Charlie kept quiet to enjoy the oral sex then asked, “Did you fly in here?”
    Roman ignored him, drawing him deeper into his mouth, holding Charlie’s hips and pulling and pushing him in and out.
    “My Lord what have I gotten myself into?” Charlie looked up at the ceiling fan as he was serviced by an ATF agent. An ATF agent? No way. An out-patient more like .
    He felt his clothing being dragged down his legs. Charlie stepped out of it, while Roman helped, one leg at a time. When he was naked, Roman tackled Charlie roughly, pinning him to the throw rug in front of the hearth. Charlie had no complaints. He loved roughhousing. Perfect foreplay.
    They grappled, wrestling on the floor, laughing yet still battling for dominance. When Roman pinned him down on his back, he looked like a wild wolf controlling a competing male from the pack. The smile dropped from Charlie’s face as he caught his bright green gaze. One he recognized now.
    “Hang on a minute.” A strange tingling sensation covered Charlie’s skin. The memory of the sound of Butch’s shotgun, the black timber wolf jumping and escaping, the wound to Roman’s shoulder…a graze of one of the spread-pattern’s pellets.
    Roman showed his teeth in a sensual snarl that sent the hairs rising on Charlie’s neck. He was tossed to his stomach, his hips raised into the air roughly, and fucked. Hard.
    “Sweet Jesus!” Charlie braced himself, cringing and trying to break free. “Roman! Stop! What are you doing?” Charlie could not get out of the powerful grip and didn’t know if this was a rape or consensual.
    I want this. I just want this safe!
    “Roman. Have a heart! Christ Almighty!”
    A growl, not a human voice, but a wolf’s growl filled Charlie’s ears. He froze under Roman as Roman humped him. Charlie was afraid to look. His skin was being scratched by sharp nails.
    “Roman!” Charlie cringed as the sex became carnal in nature. He felt Roman’s cock throbbing inside him and held his breath in apprehension, staying perfectly still. He had no idea if this was how gay sex should be. Painful. Rough. And risky.
    Then Charlie felt nothing at all. Cold air. He spun around and found his cabin door open, and the sight of a furry black pair of hind legs and fluffy tail vanishing out of it.
    He gasped in astonishment, his brain trying to catch up with his vision. On his hands and knees, Charlie crawled to the door and slammed it shut, struggling to reach the knob, locking it, terrified someone would see him in this state.
    Shaking, frightened that he was either was losing his mind, or something strange was in his blood, like he accidentally ingested peyote mushrooms or another hallucinogenic, Charlie stumbled to the bathroom. He turned on the light and looked at his back and ass in the mirror over the sink. He was scratched up and red, like a cougar had fought him.
    Leaning his palms on the sink, he tried to think. But every thought he had was upside down and backwards.
    Barely functioning, Charlie turned the water on in the shower and touched his bottom. He was sore and becoming angry. He entered the tub, allowing the water to calm and soothe him. The more he thought about it, the more furious he became. And the worst part was the images…a crow hitting his window, flying inside his cabin. Changing into Roman? Can’t be .
    Then Roman having sex with him. A strange growling sound. The sensations changing. Seeing a wolf leave?
    “I have been raped by a wolf.” He laughed. “Sure, Charlie. Tell that to a shrink and you’ll be in a rubber