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I adored this human but I couldn’t tell him how much. Soon, I hoped.
"Fuck me fast," he begged.
I hoisted him up and brought him down on my cock.
"Again."
We groaned and whispered each other’s names as he went up and down, riding me hard. Our sweat mingled and his slick was everywhere as he whimpered, "Please," and "That’s it. Right there."
I couldn’t last much longer but I wanted Julian to come first. He wasn’t talking but his shallow breathing and him gripping my shoulders told me he was close. Beads of sweat soared through the air when he turned his head and the musky cloying aroma of slick clung to both of us.
"Renard. I’m nearly there!" His eyes were scrunched so tight and goosebumps crept over his skin as I gazed at him.
"Don’t hold back. I’ve got you."
Digging my fingers into his hips, I heaved him up and yanked him down. He shuddered and his head fell back. Cum streamed between us, coating us in stickiness. I plunged into him again and let go as I came deep inside him and cum surged from my cock.
The wordsmy lovewere on the tip of my tongue.
Julian collapsed on me, his limp body all awkward and wonky and I held him, never wanting to let him go.
EIGHT
JULIAN
I opened my eyes and shut them again. Where was I?
I studied the unfamiliar curtains and the other side of the huge bed. It was empty and my clothes from last night were scattered over the floor.
I was at Renard’s house and in his bed. But he wasn’t beside me with a leg thrown over my hip greeting me with a cup of coffee. The sheets on Renard's side were cool to the touch so I guessed he wasn’t in the bathroom.
Had last night been too much? Did he regret us having sex and he’d left his own home? If he’d done a runner, there was little I could do until he returned and I confronted him, so I got up and pulled on my pants.
The soothing sound of trickling water drifted through the window and I assumed Renard had a water feature in the garden. I hadn’t taken much notice of his house last night but his spacious bedroom overlooked what appeared to be woods behind the house.
"Renard?"
The bathroom was empty and so was the kitchen, living room and the small home office I passed. The house was silent exceptfor the sound of birds outside. But the back door was ajar. And on the bench beside it, were Renard's pants from last night.
Oh, nice. Was he jogging in the woods? Renard, Mr. Serious Goalie, naked in nature? I grinned. Who was this guy? The idea of joining him was too tempting to resist.
I stripped off my pants and stepped into the cool morning air. A path led from the back door through the grass and into the trees. The gentle burble of a stream tripping over rocks was somewhere up ahead. Maybe he was skinny-dipping.
Sunlight shone through the leaves, painting everything in shades of gold and green. The air smelled of pine, earth and morning dew. My bare feet padded over the soft ground and the moss cushioned each step.
I was grinning like an idiot, already imagining Renard's face when I surprised him. Maybe I'd sneak up behind him in the water and wrap my arms around his waist. Or we could pick up where we'd left off last night, but this time surrounded by trees and birdsong instead of his bedroom.
The sound of the stream grew louder. Through the trees ahead, sunlight glinted off the water. I stepped into a small clearing, and my smile died.
There was a wolf in the stream.
My dog walker training kicked in immediately.Stay calm. Don't run. Back away slowly. The wolf was massive, easily twice the size of any dog I'd walked, with dark fur that gleamed in the morning light. It stood in the shallow water, absolutely still, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
"Easy." I kept my voice low and non-threatening. "I'm not going to hurt you."
The wolf ears pricked. Its eyes were an unusual gray color that were familiar but my brain was running riot because that was impossible. I'd never seen this animal before.
"You're fine." I took a careful step backward. My pulse was racing and jumping hurdles, but I kept my movements slow and deliberate. "And very well-behaved for a wild animal. Good boy. I’m going to leave you alone now."
