Wolf at the Door by Rebecca Brochu Read Free Book Online Page B

Raylan is, knows he can take his weight effortlessly so he doesn’t bother to worry.  Instead he tightens his legs around Raylan’s back and shifts his hands up to clench in his hair.
    They’re moving through the house, and Darin feels his back knock against a doorframe, but he doesn’t care because he’s kissing Raylan.  Then they’re stumbling into the bedroom, and Darin’s tumbling down towards the bed, Raylan’s heavy weight coming down on top of him.  They rut against each other for a moment, tongues tangling, cocks sliding against sweat-slick skin as Darin pants into Raylan’s mouth and Raylan growls low and continuous in his chest.
    Raylan pulls back and away, but before Darin can protest he’s wrapping his hands around Darin’s hips and flipping him over.  He’s pressed face down in the rumpled sheets that still smell like both of them, and Raylan’s pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down his spine.  Raylan nips at the flesh of Darin’s ass and then laves the mark with his tongue to soothe the hurt before he sucks a bruise onto the sensitive skin.
    “Raylan!”  Darin thrusts his hips back towards Raylan as he calls his name, his demand clear in the way his body moves.
      There’s a loud snarl from behind him but before Darin can look over his shoulder he’s struck dumb by the feel of Raylan’s tongue lapping at his hole.  He groans and buries his face in the sheets.  His hands clench on the material as he fights between the urge to hump his hips forward in order to grind his cock against the mattress or thrust himself back onto that wicked tongue.
    Raylan takes the choice from him but gives him the best of both when he wraps his hands around Darin’s waist and pushes him farther into the mattress.  He follows him down, tongue dipping in past the tightly clenched ring of muscles almost shyly before he starts thrusting it fast and slick into Darin’s body.  Raylan sets about working him open with his tongue, hands gripping his waist as he works to coax Darin’s muscles into relaxing.  Darin shudders at the feeling, imagines how they must look right now, him boneless and spread out across the bed with Raylan, all tanned skin and rippling muscles, eating him out like it’s his mission in life.
    It’s almost too much for him.
    Like he can tell, like he can sense the heady wave of lust and need that’s running through Darin, Raylan pulls back.  Darin can feel the wetness he’s left behind, knows that he’s open and loose, his hole slick from the insistent press of Raylan’s tongue.  Raylan’s moving back up Darin’s body, mouth nipping and sucking bruises into the skin along his spine until he can clamp his teeth onto the back of Darin’s neck.
    Raylan’s cock presses against his ass, and Darin feels a moment of panic because even after being worked over by Raylan’s tongue he knows he’s still going to be tight and Raylan’s too big to make that an easy ride.  He flails out a hand towards the bedside table where he keeps his lube, giving his own less impressive growl when he can’t reach it.
    “Raylan, get the … we need.  Lube, fuck, we need it … the drawer, it’s in the drawer.”  He gasps the words out, sentences broken and choppy but still coherent.
    The werewolf’s longer arm reaches out past him and yanks the drawer halfway open.  Raylan rummages around inside for a moment and then pulls the half empty bottle of lube out.  Raylan lifts off of his back at the same time Darin hears a click and then he yelps slightly at the cold, wet feel of the lube being poured over his sensitive skin.  He doesn’t have time to complain before Raylan’s hands are on him, one helping to spread him open as the other smears his rim with lube.  Raylan doesn’t try to take it slow. He pushes two fingers deep inside of Darin and then twists them until he can press against his prostate.  Darin’s vision whites out and his breath catches in his throat as his entire body