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as if helping him to reach his climax.
Arching his back, Lonnie cried out, feeling his seed spurt between them as his body
pulsed with his release. Santos turned, hovering right over Lonnie as he snapped his hips so
quickly that Lonnie was inched up the bed slowly.
With one more hard thrust, Santos sank his cock deep, keeping it buried as he
growled and groaned through his climax. They were both panting, both silent.
This is so damn awkward.
Lonnie hissed as Santos pulled his cock free and almost gasped when he saw the
man was still hard. But Lonnie didn t plan on having sex with Santos for the entire night.
He was ready to be alone so he could mull over what had happened to him, what he d
become.
And most importantly, how to handle the new, budding feelings blossoming inside
him for Santos.
Chapter Six
Lonnie had sworn he wasn t having sex all night with Santos, but boy, had he been
wrong. It seemed the heat inside of him wouldn t subside until the wee hours of the
morning, and Santos had kept pace, giving Lonnie whatever he needed when the fire
burned hotter inside of him.
He cracked his eyes opened and groaned at how sore his ass was. He d never fucked
that long in his life. Lonnie just crossed his fingers that the heat didn t return because he
was worn out.
Santos was dead to the world, lying next to Lonnie on the dark sheets, snoring his
ass off. He was surprised the walls weren t coming down and that he d slept through the
rumbling sound.
Looks like Santos is wiped out from last night.
Easing as quietly as he could from the bed, he grabbed his clothes from the floor
and hurried to the bathroom. Once the door was closed, he took a deep breath.
Fuck, he was a wolf now. What did that mean? What could he do? Rett seemed the
same. Nothing about his best friend had changed. Maybe nothing would.
He sat on the closed toilet seat, trying to breathe normally even though he wanted to
freak out. What do I know about being a wolf? he whispered to himself.
He glanced at his hand, trying to imagine claws where his fingernails were, but
couldn t wrap his mind around the idea. He stood, glanced in the mirror, and pulled his
upper lip back. His canine teeth didn t look any different. Tugging at his skin, Lonnie
pulled the lower part of his eye down and rolled his eyeball. They were still pale green in
color and nothing out of the ordinary was there.
Although he knew what Santos had told him was true, Lonnie just couldn t imagine
himself being a wolf. Maybe when he changed into one for the first time, it would sink in.
Until then, it didn t seem real. One thing he couldn t deny was that he felt different on the
inside. He couldn t quiet pinpoint what had changed besides the obvious but he knew
there was something definitely weird going on inside of him.
Turning the shower on, he stepped in and washed up, hissing when he ran the cloth
over his backside. Santos really did try to fuck the life out of him. The man had been
insatiable. But Lonnie had given as good as he Wait, why in the hell was he even thinking
like that?
Santos was not someone he was going to fall back into bed with. It was a
one-off multiple times. This was not going to lead to anything.
Getting out and drying off, Lonnie glanced at his shirt and knew he couldn t put the
thing back on. His blood was dried and crusted all over the material. He tossed it into the
trash can and then slid his pants into place. Either he was going to find something of
Santos s to wear, or he d walk out of this joint bare-chested.
Shoving his feet into his boots, Lonnie strapped them up, thanking whoever was
listening that they hadn t gotten ruined. They were his favorite pair. He absolutely loved the
small skulls that were used for the buckles, and the red webbing looked fabulous against the
black material.
He hated putting on yesterday s clothes, but it wouldn t be the first time he d had to
do it, and it probably wouldn t be the last. At least he d showered first.
Opening the bathroom door, Lonnie peeked out to see Santos digging through his
dresser drawer. The man was completely naked and looked like he was comfortable about
it.
The man didn t say a word as Lonnie sat on the side of the bed, waiting to get the
hell out of there. Are you giving me a ride back to the city or do I have to thumb it? he
asked as he tossed his damn dreads over his shoulder.
The big bear grunted. Let me get a shower first.
Well, I do have a life, so if you don t mind. I d like to get to work. Lonnie was
fighting the strange and new feelings inside of him. He wasn t even sure what to do with
them. He d never felt this way for anyone else and he didn t know if he liked the way his
pulse raced or the feeling of butterflies in his stomach.
You ll get there when I get you there. Santos took his clothes and went into the
bathroom, shutting the door without saying another word. Admittedly, Lonnie was the first
to act snarky a defense mechanism against his budding feelings.
So why did it sting to hear Santos return the snappy tone?
Whatever. Lonnie got up and snooped through the man s drawer, trying to find a
shirt that would fit. Santos was a hell of a lot bigger than him, height and girth. Everything
that Lonnie pulled out looked three sizes too big.
Deciding he wasn t going to find anything that fit, Lonnie pulled a shirt out, shoved
it over his head, and tied the side off. It would have to do until he got home and changed.
The bathroom door opened and Santos stilled, gazing at the shirt Lonnie was
wearing. You don t mind, do ya? His tone told Santos that he didn t care if the man did.
Dark eyes slid away as Santos went for his boots. He shoved his feet in and had
them tied up quickly, heading for the door.
Guess it s time to go.
Following, Lonnie watched the man s backside as they ascended the stairs. He
remembered vividly what that body had done to him and he was getting hard all over again.
And this time he couldn t blame it on hormonal imbalance. The heat from the
conversion was gone, but it seemed his lust for Santos s body wasn t.
I m a fucking idiot.
The place was deathly quiet as they made their way to the raggedy cabin above.
Lonnie was glad he was heading back to his life.
At least there, things would return to normal.
Hopefully.
Over there. Santos nodded toward the lake before he started walking over to the
bank. He stopped, turned, giving Lonnie a look that said he needed to get moving.
Lonnie crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at the bear. He was confused as hell
at what Santos wanted him to do. What, you want me to jump into the lake?
There was something distinctively smug about his smile. If only it were that easy.
No, you are going to learn how to shift.
But I thought you were taking me back to the city? This was not what he had
planned for today. Santos s body was a tight wall of muscle as he stood there, looking
unfazed.
Are you whining about this?
Hearing the disapproval in Santos s tone pricked at Lonnie s nerves. He stomped
over to the edge, pointing a finger up at the man. You tricked me.
To his utter surprise, Santos leaned down and bit his finger. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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