Starr, Ellen - Wolf's Passion [The Joined] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Ellen Starr Read Free Book Online Page B

the same roughness they’d used when their mouths met. Then Dale moved lower.
    Rafe groaned. Dale’s hot mouth took him. Rafe closed his eyes. “Oh yeah.”
    Dale pulled back and began working his way down the shaft of Rafe’s cock, licking and kissing. Rafe moved his fingers through Dale’s hair in gentle massaging circles. Dale tightened his grip and moaned, his mouth on Rafe’s balls. It was almost too much.
    Rafe pulled Dale up. Dale’s mouth left a trail of wet, fire-heated kisses up Rafe’s body until their mouths sealed together again. This time Rafe walked his lover back, pushing him against a boulder. He moved down Dale’s body, licking, returning kisses, stopping to nip at Dale’s nipples then swirling his tongue in Dale’s navel. His young lover gasped and swore. Rafe glanced up to see Dale had one hand on the rock and the other arm over his eyes. His mouth was open in a silent gasp. Rafe smiled and licked the head of Dale’s cock.
    “Ah, shit.” Dale’s body jerked. Rafe explored Dale with his tongue and teeth until Dale’s breath came in harsh gasps. He stopped for a moment to watch Dale’s distress. The young Werewolf was gorgeous in his passion, he need to come etched into the set of his features.
    “R–rafe. Please.” Dale’s voice broke. Rafe pressed Dale’s hips against the stone. He placed an infinitely gentle kiss on the end of Dale’s cock. Dale sobbed. Rafe found the small opening and pressed the tip of his tongue into it. Dale cried out and tried to buck under Rafe.
    Rafe circled the base of Dale’s cock and squeezed, tugging back, stopping Dale’s orgasm. Dale moaned in protest. Rafe stood and pulled Dale into his arms again, holding him until his breathing calmed a bit. When Dale sighed, Rafe turned him.
    Dale spread his legs and braced himself. Rafe pressed into him slowly. “Tell me if it hurts too much,” he whispered.
    Dale nodded. “Burns. Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
    Rafe pushed again, sliding all the way in. He wrapped his arms around Dale’s waist and kissed his shoulder. Dale rocked back, and Rafe moved with short, hard thrusts until his balls drew up and he emptied himself into Dale.
    Dale groaned and swore as his orgasm shook him.
    Afterward, Rafe lay back against the boulder beside Dale. The breeze cooled them, drying the sweat on their bodies.
    “That was good.” Dale sighed and rubbed his stomach. “I’m hungry now.”
    Rafe laughed. “Let’s take that swim, and we can go get something at the diner.”
    Dale raised his eyebrows, expressing his interest. He headed for the creek. Rafe followed a little more slowly. Watching Dale slip into the water, Rafe had a thought. Wolf had been a virgin as far as women went. What if Dale was as well? “Have you had a woman before?”
    Dale shrugged. “I think so.”
    “You think so? How can you not be sure?”
    “Hard to know in Old Town. Do Fairies count?”
    “I guess they do. If they’re female.” Rafe let it go and followed Dale into the water. Sometimes he forgot Dale’s past. But Fairies? Damn, I have to ask him about that one of these days .

Chapter Ten:
    Morning and Bad News

    The sun sent bright stabbing rays of light into the small bedroom, illuminating the still-wet clothes and boots strewn on the floor. Wolf rolled over onto his back, a contented smile on his face. Memories of his night with Cora had him halfway hard. He sighed sliding his hand along the soft sheet to where he expected Cora to be.
    He froze when he felt the side of the bed she’d slept on. The sheets were cool, like she had never been there. Gods, no, she can’t be gone . He sat up, a feeling of panic rising, listening for any sounds in the house. No sound reached his sensitive ears. We told her she would be safe here . All I’ve done is put her in more danger making her my chienne de loup-garou . Wolf threw the bed covers back, stumbling out of bed. He strode through the house without bothering to dress. Clothes would be a