Page 278 of His Hungry Wolf

Readying myself to shift, I pushed Kendall behind me.

“What was that?” he whispered.

I could hear his heart pounding as I lost myself to my wolf. And as the bedroom door burst open and a snarling wolf shot out, I threw myself into a roll, shifting and shedding my clothes as I did. It was the fastest I had ever turned and as a full wolf, I sprung into the air catching the other wolf off guard and locking my teeth around his throat.

That would have been it if we didn’t both hit the ground with a thud. The impact released my hold on him. Free, he came at me snarling and nipping anything he could get a hold of. With him on top of me, he had the advantage. But I had had to fight to survive and he was a kid from the suburbs. Quickly, the tides turned.

Scratching and clawing I got him off of me. Once I had, my wolf took its revenge. I might have shown him mercy but my wolf didn’t. It ripped at fur leaving the other wolf covered in blood. And when my wolf took hold of its throat this time, I knew that it would be to the death.

It took everything I had to wrestle back control from the killer that hid inside of me. When I did, I shifted back exhausted and half out of my mind.

I knew that this was when I would be vulnerable. I might have made a fatal mistake. If the wolf was out to kill me, this was the moment it could.

It didn’t. Knowing I was showing it mercy, it crawled away from me. Very quickly it shifted back to the guy I had beaten.

“You’re one of us!” The guy said surprised. “Then you know about how he smells. You know he’s different. You know he’s not right.”

“I’m nothing like you,” I growled. “And if I ever smell you anywhere near him, I’ll let my wolf kill you. You hear me?”

He didn’t answer.

“Did you hear me,” I said in a rumbling tone that even surprised me.

He lowered his head averting his eyes. “I hear you. I’ll do what you say.”

“Good. Let’s go, Kendall,” I said looking back and finding him staring at the two of us with his mouth hanging open.

I gathered my clothes. Putting on my shirt and pants gave him a moment to process.

“Kendall,” I said gently pulling him out of his stupor.

That was all it took. Peeling his eyes off of the two of us, he unlocked the door and slipped past it. I did too. With my shoes and socks in my hands, we crossed the driveway and street. It was only when we were both in the truck that I knew we would be safe.

Driving off, neither of us said a word for miles. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Had he seen anything like that before? He couldn’t have. Not only did I beat some guy bloody, but I had shifted in front of him. This wasn’t the way I wanted him to find out I was a wolf. He was never going to look at me the same again.

“I’m sorry,” I told him.

As soon as I said it, Kendall burst into tears. With his face buried in his hands, he sobbed. I had really fucked up. Like always, I had taken things too far. I had lost control and had made everything ten times worse.

“Listen, you shouldn’t have had to see that. I lost control. It’s just that, when you told me what he did to you, I got so mad…”

That was when Kendall sat up, crawled on top of me, and kissed me. My cheek, my chin, my lips. I was still driving. I wasn’t sure what to do.

“Wait, I’m gonna pull over.”

That didn’t stop him. Even as I maneuvered to the side of the freeway, he was turning my face towards his. I could barely see as I brought the truck to a stop. And once I did, I pulled back the emergency brake and then did what I had been dreaming of doing from the moment I saw him.

Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled him onto my lap and pressed my lips against his. Parting them, I slipped my tongue in. My mind raced. In search of his tongue, I found it. They touched each other and danced. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. I was in heaven.

Pushing my fingers through his hair, I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted to be part of him. I wanted to feel his skin on my fingertips. So, sliding my free hand up his shirt, I traced the lines of his back. Touching him made me hard. With him sitting on my crotch, he felt it.

Grinding his crotch onto my stomach I felt his cock. He was hard too. I sunk my fingertips into his back when I realized it. I wanted him. I was ready to take him. And when he reached beside me and reclined my seat, I knew I was about to have him.

Pulling away from my lips, he kissed the bottom of my chin and my neck. Tilting my head back I gave him room. Nipping my neck and sucking on my Adam’s apple, he pulled up my tee-shirt. It was enough for him to transfer from the dip in my neck to my bare chest.

He was slowly working his way down my body, and when he reached down and grabbed my cock, I returned my hand to the back of his head. I made clear that I wanted it if he did. Kissing and sucking further down my body, he unbuttoned my jeans. This was it.

His lips were on my belly button and his hands were about to reach into my pants and pull out my throbbing cock when he slowed to a stop.