Pregnant with His Werewolf's Baby by Anya Byrne Read Free Book Online Page A

had to drop by his place to
change, he was already late. He felt even worse when Saul's face fell. Reaching
for the other man, he brushed his lips over Saul's in the ghost of a kiss.
"I know this sucks, and not in a good way. But... I really like you, Saul.
Could we... Do you think we could see each other on a more regular basis?"
    His face heated and his stomach seemed invaded with
butterflies as he waited for a reply. His rational side reminded him that he'd
only ever intended to make this a no-strings-attached one-night stand, that
he'd just broken up with Richard and plunging into another relationship was a
bad idea. But his heart told him there was something different about Saul. That
something that had kept him from turning tail and running the night before, and
now guided him into wanting more.
    "Baby," Saul said, "I wouldn't have it any
other way. How about we see each other for lunch, and maybe later on, I can
pick you up from work? We can spend a nice, lazy evening together."
    That sounded like Gavin's idea of heaven. He must have said
that out loud, because Saul grinned. "Believe me, baby, I feel the same.
Now, up you go. Let's get cleaned up and I'll drive you home. Want to share a
shower with me?"
    Gavin just nodded eagerly. As it turned out, showering with
his lover wasn't the most time-efficient method to get clean. This became
obvious from the moment they stepped into the bathroom. Both of them were still
naked, and while Gavin still felt a little apprehensive with regard to his less
than perfect body, Saul seemed to be completely comfortable walking around in
the buff. Not only that, but judging by the erection jutting from between his
legs, the man didn't share Gavin's opinion of his own body. Finding confidence
in it, and in the memory of what they'd shared the night before, Gavin followed
Saul into the large shower.
    Saul started the water, and steam rose around them, filling
the cubicle. Gavin was already a little light-headed, but not because of the
heat. The only thing he could focus on was that thick, long prick. He had no
idea how it had fit in his ass, but he simply needed to feel it, to taste it
again, to truly lavish the magnificent member with the attention it deserved.
    Dropping to his knees, Gavin gripped the base of Saul's prick
with a hesitant hand. Saul's groan encouraged him, and he tentatively licked
over the head of the shaft, gathering Saul's pre-cum on his tongue. His lover's
flavor went directly to his head, and he dove in with more enthusiasm, a little
too much enthusiasm, in fact. He tried to take the whole of Saul's dick in his
mouth, and to his embarrassment he failed, gagging.
    Saul pulled back ever so slightly, his hands landing in Gavin's
hair, steadying him. "Don't rush it," he instructed Gavin. "Just
take everything at your own pace."
    Oddly, it wasn't necessarily Saul's words that encouraged
Gavin, but the tone in which they were said. Husky and raw, it held the
absolute proof of Saul's enjoyment and desire. Gavin might be a little clumsy
at this, but he was giving Saul pleasure just the same. He just needed to stop
trying so hard.
    Following this new plan, Gavin took what he could of Saul's
dick and massaged the rest with his hands. He explored and got acquainted with
Saul's prick in every way he hadn't managed before. He licked, sucked and
tasted, reveling in the feel of Saul's cock on his tongue. He even dared to
tease Saul's testes. The rising volume of Saul's grunts made him feel powerful,
desirable and so very alive, more alive than ever before.
    When Saul pulled his dick from Gavin's mouth, Gavin actually
protested—for the ten seconds it took to realize what Saul had in mind. After
that, he got up and leaned against the wall of the shower, pushing his ass out
and offering himself to his lover. Saul used some shower gel as lubricant and
thrust two fingers inside Gavin, scissoring them as he prepared Gavin for what
they both craved.   Gavin pushed back
against the