A Sheep In Wolf's Clothing (Welsh Wolves) (8 page)

“Come here, lovely,” Reese whispered. He told himself it was only to protect his cover and had nothing to do with the fact that he really,
really
wanted Kieve near him, against him.

Kieve still hadn’t moved.

Every day Reese cursed the reality that he’d lost his eyes, but damn, tonight it was worse. He wanted to see Kieve, wanted to see that strong sexy male, first naked and then kneeling between his legs.

Reese spread his thighs a little and reached down, cupping his shaft in his right hand. The colors of Kieve’s aura brightened.

“That’s it. I want to feel that sexy mouth wrapped around my cock.”

A faint groan slipped from Kieve’s throat, but he took a step. Reese kept stroking his cock. He didn’t need the stimulation to stay hard—just the thought of Kieve did that—but somehow he thought Kieve liked to watch. The sensual man had loved it when Reese had talked dirty last night.

Kieve’s heat radiated from his body and Reese reached out as his lover drew close, sliding his hand around Kieve’s waist, pulling him near. He used the other hand to guide the taller man down to his mouth. He missed most of Kieve’s mouth on the first kiss, just touching the corner of his lips, but Kieve adjusted, turning his head and opening his lips, giving Reese full access. And Reese took advantage. He plunged his tongue into Kieve’s mouth.

The faint taste of toothpaste blended with the delicious masculine flavor of Kieve. The seductive combination made Reese’s head spin.

Kieve moaned and accepted the heavy penetration. Damn, Reese wanted to flip Kieve over and fuck him, but he knew he couldn’t. That wasn’t something Kieve would be able to ignore in the morning.

But Reese had to have Kieve in some way. He cupped Kieve’s ass and pulled his hips closer, their hard cocks brushing against each other. Kieve pulled his lips away as his breath hitched.

“No, lovely, let me have that beautiful mouth.”

The words shimmered down Kieve’s spine. He let the hand at the back of his neck pull him closer. Damn, the other man was strong. Just like he’d always dreamed a lover should be. Hot, soft lips covered his and he sighed, accepting the prodding tongue, submitting to the kiss, letting his lover control the caress. He pressed closer, sliding between the man’s spread thighs, that hard, thick cock pushing up between their bodies.

Fuck, it felt so real. The whole thing felt real.

He’d come out of his room, following noises, only to find his dream lover from last night, lounging against his desk, looking cool and sexy. He didn’t know what was causing these sexual dreams, but he didn’t want them to stop.

He wrapped his fingers around the man’s cock, smoothing his hand the full length of the shaft.

“Please, lovely. Let me feel your mouth,” his lover whispered against his lips.

Kieve nodded, kissed him one more time, then started the long delicious task of working his way down his lover’s body. It was
his
dream so he was going to take as much time as he wanted. His lips brushed the hot skin just above his collarbone. When that wasn’t enough, he flicked out his tongue.
Fuck, the man tastes good.

The very real sensations that accompanied his dream freaked him out a little. Even knowing it was a dream, and that he would wake up alone, Kieve couldn’t stop. He kissed and licked the strong muscles of the man’s chest, pausing to give a little bite to the flat nipples. His lover hissed and arched his back, but he didn’t pull away. Kieve ran his hands down those slim hips and let his fingers skip across the ripples of the man’s abs.

He knelt down, that pretty cock right in front of him, but he wasn’t finished exploring yet. He blinked and stared at the marking on the man’s skin.

The weak hall light barely gave off any illumination, but he could see the faint lines of a tattoo. He leaned closer and saw the defined pattern of a dragon—a red dragon, like he’d seen today at the bar.

He smiled, thinking how incredible the mind worked, drawing images from his day into his dream. But he decided to leave the analysis for later, when he didn’t have all this beautiful male flesh before him. He flicked his tongue along the edge of the dragon’s tail. His lover hissed and Kieve didn’t know if it was because the tattoo itself was sensitive or just because it was located in a sensitive place—low on his left hip, where he’d have to be naked for anyone to see.

Kieve licked the outline of the dragon, loving the way the man above him shivered with each touch.

“Lovely, you have to stop.”

Kieve didn’t move. He wasn’t done. He flicked his tongue out across the dragon’s claw.

But his dream man cupped the side of Kieve’s cheek and pulled him away, leaving the last little bit of the dragon unlicked.

“You’re going to make me come.”

“Without even touching your cock?”

His lover nodded. “Please.”

The gravel-rough sound of the man’s voice warned he was on the edge.

Kieve was willing to follow his lover’s guidance. Part of him found it strange that in
his
dream, he was the one who was sucking cock and not the other way around, but he did like to suck cock. He’d always been a bit oral and a pretty cock like this—he stroked his fingers up the full length of his lover’s shaft. It was thick and long and Kieve dreamed about being fucked.

He smiled, his cheek pulling up against the strong thigh next to his head.

His lover reached down and touched his face, running his fingers over Kieve’s lips and cheeks. “What’s got you smiling, lovely?”

“Just thinking about dreams.” He looked up. His fantasy man stared back at him, but it was almost as if he wasn’t actually meeting Kieve’s gaze.
I can
’
t hold a man
’
s attention in my dreams? That sucks.

Except this man petted Kieve’s head, sliding his fingers into Kieve’s hair. “Tell me.”

Kieve shrugged. “I was just thinking that I wanted you to fuck me.” He kissed the hot skin of next to his lover’s cock. “And since it’s my dream, I should get what I want, right?”

“You like to be fucked?”

Kieve winced. Even his dream man expected him to top.

Feeling the same embarrassment as he did in real life, Kieve swallowed. “Sometimes,” he whispered.

His dream lover tipped Kieve’s chin up, meeting his stare with those unfocused blue eyes—eyes just like his wolf.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, lovely.” He rubbed his thumb across Kieve’s lower lip. “If it were any other time, I would put you over this desk and pound that sweet ass until you screamed.”

Kieve’s cock leapt at the blatant description.

“Please.” He couldn’t stop the plea from escaping.

His lover groaned. “Not tonight, lovely. Trust me, there’s nothing I’d like more, but not tonight.”

Reese held his breath, fighting the need to grab Kieve, flip him over the end of the desk and give him just what he wanted—a hard, deep fuck.

He pressed his hand to the back of Kieve’s head, guiding him back to Reese’s cock.

“Tonight, let me feel that sweet mouth on my cock.”

Kieve groaned as if he was the one getting sucked off, but his lips opened and he took the head of Reese’s shaft into his mouth. Heat raced through his prick and Reese slapped his hands against the desk, using the wood surface to keep himself grounded, to not allow his hips to pump up. He didn’t want to choke his lover, but the urge to thrust was almost too much to resist.

He held on as Kieve opened wide and took Reese deeper, closing his lips around the middle of Reese’s shaft and sucking as he slowly drew back. Reese’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his mouth dropped open. He drew in a heavy breath, trying to stay sane. He couldn’t remember ever feeling anything quite so good as his mate’s mouth on his cock.

Even the “m” word didn’t freak him out. He heard the panicked reminder at the back of his head—that he couldn’t think of Kieve as his mate—but the sweet suction on his dick was too powerful to let any other thought, any other sensation, invade.

He knew with one or two thrusts...it could all be over.

But Kieve didn’t seem to be in any rush.

He retreated, but instead of sucking the head back into his mouth, he popped his lips off the end and leaned forward, nuzzling the base of Reese’s cock. He licked and kissed his way up the full length of Reese’s shaft, his tongue constantly fluttering along the underside.

Reese couldn’t come from the delicate strokes, but they chipped at his control until he couldn’t contain the little pulses of his hips, needing to move.

Kieve chuckled but seemed to take the hint. He seemed to be enjoying the power he had over Reese. He placed one more kiss at the base of Reese’s cock, then returned and swallowed the tip, taking Reese deep. He couldn’t take all of it, but what he couldn’t fit in his mouth, his fingers caressed, sliding along in a sweet counter rhythm.

“Fuck, lovely, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

For a moment, Reese thought Kieve was ignoring him, but then he felt a subtle squeeze before Kieve’s hands slid away. Reese instantly missed their heat, but then he realized Kieve was giving Reese permission to fuck his mouth. The opportunity was too much for him to deny.

He straightened up, still keeping his hips against the desk. He reached down, tunneling his fingers through Kieve’s hair before tightening his grip, holding Kieve in place. This time, he didn’t stop his hips from moving, but he did try to keep control, not wanting to choke the man. Kieve reached up and grabbed Reese’s hips, pulling him closer, letting him know he could take it.

Reese held Kieve in place then slowly started to thrust, testing his limits, loving how deep Kieve could take him. Kieve’s lips kept the perfect suction on Reese’s cock every time he pulled back. He knew it wouldn’t take long, but he ground his teeth together and fought his orgasm. He wanted to feel the incredible heat on his cock for a little while longer. He rocked his hips forward, sinking into that sweet mouth, going as deep as he could before easing back. He couldn’t hold back. He immediately thrust forward again.

His body seized control and the seductive lure of fucking his mate’s mouth overwhelmed him. He pumped between those tight lips, the head of his cock tapping the back of Kieve’s throat.

Fuck.
It was too good.

Reese told himself to pull out, but the powerful suction of his mate’s mouth was too sweet to resist. Reese cried out and came, spilling down Kieve’s throat.

He gripped Kieve’s head, holding him in place, rocking his shaft, drawing out the final pulses of his orgasm.

Kieve slowly slipped off his dream lover’s cock, letting the pretty cock fall from his mouth. The slightly bitter taste lingered on his tongue, but an underlying sweetness countered the flavor.

His lover’s hands pulled him up until he was standing and he was instantly dragged close for another deep, sexy kiss. The other man groaned as if tasting himself on Kieve’s mouth was a huge turn-on.

Kieve curled his fingers around his cock and started stroking, needing to come, the taste of his lover still lingering in his head.

“Not yet, lovely. Let’s get you back to bed.”

Kieve nodded though a part of his mind insisted that if this was a dream, then he was already in bed.

But he let himself be led down the hall and helped back onto the mattress.

His lover stretched out beside him, leaning over him, pressing kisses to his lips, his chest. He reached down and took Kieve’s cock in his hand, taking up the rhythm that Kieve had set. It felt so good, someone else’s hand on his dick.

He closed his eyes and moved with the touch, pumping up and down, the hand on his shaft tightening just enough. He thrust up, driving hard into his lover’s fist. And then the touch was gone.

He blinked and opened his eyes. “Wh—?”

“Lay back, lovely. Stroke off for me.”

“But—” Fuck, he’d been so close.

Kieve moaned as his lover slipped away, crouching down at the end of the bed, slipping back into the shadows.

“Make yourself come.”

Kieve wrapped his hand around his cock. It wouldn’t take much. The dream man’s touch had taken him to the edge. He stared into the empty eyes of his lover and began to stroke himself. The other man murmured, encouraging Kieve to faster, harder strokes.

The orgasm hit him like a freight train. He closed his eyes and came all over his stomach. His shout filled the room even as strange creaking and cracking noises invaded the space.

Breath pumping in and out of his chest, he woke up. He pushed up on his elbows and stared toward the sounds. The almost pure darkness of the room made it difficult to see. The face of his dream lover stretched forward into a dog’s snout. The pale skin shrunk and became fur the color of his lover’s hair—black with shots of silver running through it.

Kieve swallowed and watched the slow transition.

“I’m still dreaming.” He gave himself a shake trying to wake up.

The wolf seemed perfectly calm, flopping its tail on the mattress. Kieve laid back down, his eyes locked on the wolf, afraid to move as if the wolf would attack him. His heart pounded in his chest. He felt like he was awake, but if he was awake he’d just seen his dream lover turn into a wolf and he knew that wasn’t possible.

The wolf stood up and padded the few short feet across the mattress. Every muscle in Kieve’s body contracted even though he knew this animal wouldn’t hurt him.

Fido dropped down at Kieve’s side and placed his head on Kieve’s chest, blinking up at him with those blank eyes.

Okay. This feels real. But then so did the rest of it.

He grabbed a tissue and wiped the come off his stomach, tossing the paper in the basket beside his bed.

He patted the wolf’s side, taking comfort in the animal’s presence. He closed his eyes, praying to sleep and to wake up...for real this time.

* * * * *

Habit woke Kieve early. He needed to take care of the animals. He flipped the blankets back from his legs and swung his feet over the side of the bed. A hint of white caught the edge of his vision and he glanced down.