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It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
[A warning that this has not been edited, had any one check it for grammar mistakes or even read threw by me more than once]
These are all written by me, Bronwyn Heeley
This is the work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously.
A ‘New Age’ standalone m/m paranormal fiction about Skyler becoming the alpha for their werewolf pack.
This is still in first draft status, and this particular scene came round chap 6 when the boys are older and realising they need more from there bond with each other.
(This whole book will have no penetrating sex scenes in it)
“So, you gonna tell me what happened today or not?” Tate asked Sky as he lay in the double bed they had to share tonight. He was on his back looking up at the roof, his left said branded by the heat that radiated off Sky who lay facing the wall away from Tate. He was further away from Tate then he liked. But then, Tate liked the guy up close and personal, had since the moment he met him, even if those feelings weren’t returned.
The heated body went up a notch making Tate chuckle under his breath. At least the guy knew what he was talking about. “Not.”
Letting his laugh fall outright Tate shifted over and let his upper body slide along Sky’s his arm went around the guys chest, his head came up to rest along the side of Sky’s. It wasn’t that unusual, Tate was a touchy feely sorta guy. He’d always been. Never really getting the whole ‘personal space’ thing.
But he was a little shy of what Sky’s preference was. Did the guy know himself? Yeah, they’ve fucked a few girls together, not as many as Sky had watched him fuck, but at the end of the day Sky had all hands and mouth and he never really seemed to care where that mouth went, or who those hands roamed on. Still didn’t mean he was just open to the sex and that he would be as generous with his touch without a woman between them.
As the skin touched, Tate had to take a minute to hide his groan. Sky was so hot and smooth and he fit snugly into the contours of Tate’s chest. It wasn’t until he felt the slight shutter work its way across Sky that seemed to relax him in a way that Tate was use to. He’d had many women do the same thing. A surprise when Tate came up behind them and invaded their personal space with a hard hot line of himself against their backside. There shock turning into a heat pulse threw their body as they gave up and gave into him.
Sky did that for him? Tate’s soft groan made his body work on its own and his lower half pushed itself up against Sky’s, loving the teasing pressure of hot cotton covered flesh against his dick.
For a moment, as it was happening, though he couldn’t help it, his mind tugged a little panic threw him. What if Sky wasn’t into him and he was just use to them close? What if he—
“Tate...” Sky’s moan was just this side of guarded that Tate didn’t think he was meant to have let it out.
“Yeah, baby?” Tate groaned on instinct and rubbed himself further into the contours of Sky’s cheeks. So hot and firm it was a tease he wanted more of.
“Please....” Sky ached back giving Tate an answer that he had been waiting for since...hell he couldn’t remember. Couldn’t remember anything at the moment as his fingers found one of Sky’s nipples and his lips teased the heated flesh at the curve of Sky’s neck.
Deep moan and a shutter that pushed that chest further into his fingers and the salty taste of Sky’s skin, a taste he knew so well, shut everything off in Tate’s brain but the need to make this man in his arms scream out his name.