Page 36 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

The scent of his cum on Adam’s skin was far too delicious and was something that would be far too easy to get used to. “Want me to lick you?”

“No, I want to feel your claws on my ass as I grind, though.” He buried his face against Jake’s throat as he rolled his hips.

Jake complied, cupping Adam’s ass cheeks, pressing his claws into his soft human skin–hard enough to leave a dent, but not enough to break the skin. The muscles flexed beneath his grip, and Adam grunted as he came, the wet heat spreading over Jake’s belly.

They stood in silence, pressed against each other and the door, both panting.

He should say something. But he didn’t know what.

It was Adam who moved first, lifting his head to kiss the corner of Jake’s lips. “Do you mind if I shower?”

“No, but so you know, werewolves will still smell me on you for another day or two.”

“I’m not worried about that. I just don’t want to get in a taxi all sticky with cum.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Fair enough… You could stay for a bit?”

Adam shook his head. “I have to watch Dad while Mum goes out with her friends for a bit tomorrow. But I’d like to see you again. Can I give you my number?”

“Yeah, just let me…” He rummaged through their discarded clothes for his phone, keeping them well away the fur on his belly that was matted with cum. He was going to smell Adam on his skin for days and liked the idea far too much.

Adam tapped his number into Jake’s phone, and Jake sent him a message. A phone pinged from the pile of clothing. Not a fake number, which was a good sign in Jake’s book.

“Do you ever top?” Adam asked with far more caution than he’d shown all night as he took a small step back.

“I do… You like the idea of getting mounted by a werewolf?”

The hitch in Adam’s heartbeat was all the confirmation Jake needed. “Maybe next time?”

“I’d like that,” Jake said, hoping Adam was being truthful and there would be a next time.

Wanting a second go-around, though, was one thing. That he also liked the idea of having a beer and doing a puzzle with Adam as they got to know each other better, however, was a little more concerning.

CHAPTER 2

After two days had passed—long enough for Adam’s scent to have faded from Jake’s skin—Jake suspected that a next time wasn’t going to happen, and he was more upset about that than he had any right to be. It had been a one time thing, and he’d known that going into it, but the way Adam had looked at him had made him hopeful that there might be more.

Maybe Adam had woken up the next day and wondered what the fuck he’d done. It was one thing to dream about something, but another to actually get it. In the light of day, when the lust had worn off, maybe sucking a werewolf’s cock hadn’t been so appealing. And the thought of getting mounted by one less so.

He should be glad he’d gotten laid. The whole encounter had been infinitely less trouble than hooking up with a werewolf, or any other mytho for that matter.

Adam’s mention of a forum for people who fancied werewolves and other mythos had made him curious. He’d read about furries, and the multitude of other kinks that humans liked to dabble in, and that most of them had existed on Tariko because satyrs liked to talk about sex and the older elves and vampires remembered how it had been. However, finding the werewolf forum was beyond his technical capabilities. In the end, he’d discovered a lot of other stuff, which was now, unfortunately, burned into his eyeballs.

As he mopped the hallway, where someone had made a mess during what he hoped was a medical emergency, he glared at the hair on the back of his hands. The thick knuckles and black claws. He remembered what it was like to have hands. Proper hands. Or, at least, he thought he did. It had been so long he couldn’t be sure if it was a memory or wishful thinking. He wasn’t even sure he’d recognise himself in a mirror if he did shift back to his human-looking form.

Most of the time, he tried not to be bitter about what he’d lost in the collapse. It was more difficult at that moment, because he’d tasted something that he wanted. And not just sex.

It was the way Adam had looked at him.

Touched him.

Spoken to him as if he was someone who mattered, and someone who he’d like to get to know better.

But it had all been a lie because Adam had wanted to try something weird and stamp his werewolf fucking card. Tick that box. What was next? Vampire? Or maybe he’d try to suck off a satyr. Jake doubted Adam could stretch his mouth around a satyr cock.

All Jake wanted was to have a mouth capable of sucking someone off. To have hands with soft skin instead of the rough pads on his fingers and palms. Trying to fight off the resentment of what the collapse had stolen from him made him depressed. He’d been too young to have sex before the collapse, barely old enough to shift. He almost envied the kids who’d been born after the collapse as they didn’t know anything else. They had nothing to miss.

He hated feeling like this.