Page 62 of Cursed: Ride or Die
Noah’s latest official alias came to mind. “Mace. His name’s Mace.” Slade climbed the steps to the porch and stroked a hand over Noah’s head. He’d never get over the softness of his wolf’s fur. “And yes, he is a good boy.”
Deep in his throat, Noah growled.
“I came to bring you this,” the woman said, holding up a jar, “and saw him out. With all the wolves in these parts, I thought I might better keep an eye on him until you got back.”
“Mighty kind of you, ma’am. I must not’ve closed the door all the way. Thank you for looking out for him.”
“You’re welcome. Be careful.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You be good, Mace.” ShescritchedNoah’s ear, handed Slade the jar ofamber-colored something, and moseyed down the path to her house.
Slade waited until he heard her front door close. Thank God she hadn't asked about Noah. “Okay. Care to explain?” He opened the door and stood aside while Noah trotted in, hanging his tongue out, looking for all the world like someone’s pet. He lay down on the rug as a wolf and stood as a human.
A very attractive human.
Noah shook himself, sinking onto the couch, still naked. “I went out to get a rabbit for dinner. She spotted me while I was slipping out the front door.”
“At least she thought you’re a dog.”Slade sat the jar on the coffee table.
“True.” Noah raised his brows and scowled in Slade’s direction. “Mace? Good boy?”
Slade grinned. “You are a good boy.”
“I’ll show you good boy.” Noah growled, very much like his wolf counterpart, and chased Slade into the bedroom.
Slade shed his clothes in record time and collapsed onto the bed, gripping the spindles on the headboard. “Okay, good boy. Show me what you got!”
Uncertainty flitted across Noah’s face.
“Noah. What did I tell you about asking for what you want? I’m all yours. What do you want?” Please let Slade not ruin the mood while trying to teach Noah to take his own wants and needs into consideration. “Thinkaboutyour magazines. Anything else stick with you?”
Noah stood in the doorway, emotions playing over his features. “Remember the first motel we stayed in?”
Not the motel, per se, but Slade remembered the peace on Noah’s face asheslept, the smooth expanses of skin visible when turning sent the covers to the floor. “Yes.”
“One of the channels showed porn. I watched some movies while you worked.”
Porn? Well, hell. If Slade had known, they’d have watched together. Or called up videos on his laptop. His erection, lagging at Noah’s uncertainty, now returned with a vengeance. “And?”
“And I saw something I want to try.”
“What, exactly?” The next few minutes should prove interesting.The mere thought of what might turn Noah on sent a jolt of lust to Slade’s cock. Damn, he was hard, though Noah only sported a semi.
A smile lifted one side of Noah’s mouth. “Close your eyes.”
Slade did astold. For long moments nothing happened except for sounds from the bathroom and the bedroom door closing. Then the bed dipped on one side, skin brushing his hairy leg. Before he could say a thing, he felt Noah hovering over him.
Anticipation thrummed through Slade. Noah gripped Slade’s cock, followed by tight heat. What the…
Slade’s eyes flew open. Noah braced his hand on Slade’s pecs, grinning and sliding down, down, down, throwing his head back, and letting out a throaty moan.Oh, fuck. He’d already prepared himself.
What a sight.
Unable to resist, Slade grasped Noah’s hips, guiding the rhythm. Noah squeezed around him. Slade groaned. Oh fuck. So damned good.
He’d created a sexual monster. Not that he’d complain.
