Forever with my Werewolf by Bronwyn Heeley
(Moonlit Wolves #2)
Love is never simple—especially when you find out your lover is a werewolf.
Running away from his lover after he changed into a werewolf, Tim ended up kidnapped by a group of Hunters. Now it’s up to Colin to bring him back and make it all up to him. But will Tim be able to forgive him when Colin finally gets him back into his arms?
He had less than a second before he heard a laugh. Tim’s face heated with embarrassment as he realised that the guy he’d come to perv on had just seen him go arse over tit and was now laughing at him. Great first impression he was giving off.
“Are you okay?”
The voice washed over him, slightly deeper than his own, very male, and totally fitting the man it came from. The worst thing was that he liked what the laughing undertone did to it.
“Bodily,” he muttered back, looking at the guy’s midsection. He was leaning down, his hands on his knees and the shirt nearly between his feet. The dude’s body was glittering with sweat. The hair was only on his chest. It tapered down to nothingness from the lower ribs and stomach. Just that sight of his naked chest was making him hard.
The guy laughed again, fully this time. “Yeah, well, it looked like it hurt.”
“Yeah.” Tim sighed and looked up, it was reflex, and the planes of the guy’s face made him take in a deep breath. He had a man face, though there was still some softness in the jaw line. His nose was strong and his eyes a nice nondescript blue that took him in and spat him out feeling lighter.
The man’s blond hair was cut short, but it was still long enough to have a style, messy as it was.
“I’m Colin,” the guy said, his breath a little rough still, from the laughing.
“Tim,” he replied, not able to do anything but.
Colin smiled, but he wasn’t ready for it, and even though he’d seen him with the light of laughter, it was nothing compared to a flashing smile directed at him. “You need help getting up?”
“Nar…” Tim said as he tried, but soon found he was lying. His face went red again and he had to clear his throat before confessing, “Yeah, I’m gonna need help.”
Colin laughed as he leant down and held out his hand. “Come on, then.”
Taking his hand, Tim noticed the heat. A layer of sweat made his mouth water when it should have grossed him out.
The light brush of skin was all Colin needed. Gripping Tim’s hand hard, he pulled him up onto his feet.
Pain shot through Tim’s calf and settled in his foot, so sharp and ridiculously unexpected, as if he should have remembered the fall, but the fact that Colin was touching him had taken everything else off his mind, but **** yeah!
Tim stumbled, his nose and forehead smacking into Colin’s sweaty chest for the second before Colin held him up, shifting an arm so that he was holding Tim like a toddler, under the armpits. It was humiliating, and yet, the soft wetness of sweat on his face smoothed everything over.
“I’m gonna help ya up to the house, ‘kay?”
Tim nodded. He couldn’t help it. “Thanks.”
Colin smiled. It was like a sunrise and made him feel more like a wuss than he already was. Dick-hard Tim was glad he hadn’t changed from his clothes after school because he was, luckily, still wearing his briefs. They held a hard **** in better than all others did. It was a pain, and the twist could pull at the balls because he wasn’t the best at stuffing himself back in after pissing, but unless you looked or brushed up against him he was relatively safe from embarrassment tenting.
Before Tim knew which way was up, Colin had moved them around so that the taller man held him with one arm around his back, and his fingers grabbed his lower ribs. Tim fit nicely under the guy’s arm, as if sculpted to fit there, and only there.
The smell of Colin was intoxicating. It wrapped around him, strong, a little more pungent from heavy sweating, but Tim liked the scent. He wasn’t sure if it was that ***** part of his brain that seemed love sick for this guy he just meet, or that the sweat hadn’t turned rotten yet and that was why it was nice. Still, it made Tim think of sex. And that wasn’t helping his ability to walk.
“You all right?” Colin asked.
“Yeah. Why?” Why indeed? Fucking idiot, Tim!
“You whimpered a little,” Colin told him, making Tim blush again.
He hadn’t meant to make a sound, but rubbing up against the guy had shut off his brain so his dick could have some time to think. It was never a good idea when that happened. Every guy on the planet knew that, showing how stupid the gender was where he kept on letting it take control.
“Sorry,” he mumbled as a response, which got their progression to the front door, but then stopped with Colin looking down at him, wondering, and thinking. Understanding came with a slight smile and then they were moving again, though all Tim wanted was for the ground to open up and suck him under. He was such a dork.