Pretty?
Rick went after Dorian.
The man ran.
Rick ran faster.
Dorian yelled.
Rick growled.
He caught Dorian around his waist and hauled him off of his feet, tossing the human over his shoulder.
“I won’t let you go to jail.”
“I’m not going back there. There is an entire house full of werewolves, waiting to eat me.”
Rick walked back to the car, depositing Dorian in the passenger’s seat.
He paced back and forth, exhaling loudly.
He had smelled Dorian’s blood as soon as he had grabbed the man.
He needed distance, but right now that wasn’t a good thing—not when werehyenas were hell-bent on getting both of them out of the picture.
They could be anywhere, watching, waiting to attack.
Fuck, he hated that feeling.
“We are changelings, Dorian. We shift, hunt, and kill.”
“Humans?”
Rick shook his head.
“No, but smelling your blood brought out our beasts. It’s an instinctual reaction for our kind.”
“What in the hell am I doing here? If you pick me, which I am highly protesting, then the first time I knick myself, I’m someone’s snack. Thanks, but no thanks.”
Rick never would have pegged Dorian as a strong person.
From the limited encounters he had with the man at work, he had taken Dorian as more of a quiet, meek sort of guy.
Boy, had he been wrong.
And it was fucking turning him on.
Rick didn’t want to be turned on.
He wanted this mating crap to just disappear.
Pacing a hell of a lot more, Rick finally got his need to hunt and kill under control.
It wasn’t fully leashed, but he could stand there and talk to Dorian without wanting to eat the damn man.
“You won’t have to worry about that, if you are the chosen one.”
“Chosen one? That sounds like a cheesy line from a movie. And what the hell do you mean I won’t have to worry about that? You saw how they reacted to the smell of blood. I can tell you are fighting it as well.”
“It means,” Rick said as he felt himself slowly shifting back to his human form, he was drained now, but he fought the need to lie down and rest, “that if you become my mate, you will become changeling.”
“Oh, hell no!” Dorian shot out of the seat, trying his best to get past Rick, but Rick grabbed the man and slung him back into the car.
He was exhausted, hungry, and tired of this argument already.
All he wanted to do was find something to eat and lie down.
“Sit the fuck still.”
“Screw you. I’m not becoming furry.”
“You don’t have to, but it will be better if you are going to live in changeling society.”
“I was quite happy living in a human society.”
“I can smell a lie, Dorian, and right now, you smell noxious.” It stunned Rick that Dorian was lying.
The man hadn’t been happy living with the humans? Find the original chapter at g.com.
He wasn’t sure what to think now.
There was more to this man than met the eye.
Dorian turned in the seat, crossing his arms over his chest and ignoring Rick.
Unfortunately, Rick was standing on the side of the road naked.
If he didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention to himself—and thankfully he hadn’t while in his werewolf form—he needed to get back to the Wallington place.
Dorian’s furtive looks hadn’t gone unnoticed, and for some strange-ass reason, it pleased Rick that the man was stealing glances at his groin.
He shook his head.
He was finally losing it.
A human was turning him on.
What next, he would fall head over heels for a wereswan?
This shit was getting too damn complicated.
They had fooled around last night, nothing more.
It hadn’t meant anything.
Rick reached into the backseat and grabbed the towel he kept in the back and covered the driver’s seat.
Sitting on leather when naked was not a good feeling to him.
His back was already going to stick to the material as it was.
He didn’t want his sensitive parts sticking as well.
There were just some things a man should avoid at all cost, and having his balls ripped from leather when he got out of a car was one of them.
* * * *
Dorian wasn’t sure what to do.
The reaction back at the house had scared the shit out of him.
He had never seen a person shift from human into a werewolf before, let alone an entire house full of people.
And on the inside, he was freaking out big-time.
But that was not what was on his mind right now.
Rick sitting next to him completely naked was not going unnoticed.
It was like a train wreck.
He wanted to look away, he really did, but his eyes kept getting drawn right back to the large, half-hard cock sitting between the man’s legs.
He had sucked the man’s dick last night, but it had been dark and Dorian hadn’t gotten a good look.
The erection had felt large in his mouth, but not that he was seeing Rick’s cock…damn.
He was thoroughly impressed.
“I know you’re peeking,” Rick said, but his tone wasn’t playful.
It was filled with a sound only a man made when lust was the only thing on the guy’s mind.
Images of what Rick looked like just a few short moments ago were enough to shut Dorian’s libido down.
The guy had been a freaky-looking werewolf, fur and all.
That was not sexy in his book.
But Rick in human form, sitting there gloriously naked was a whole other story.
“You wish.” And so did Dorian, but he just couldn’t get past the fur or claws that he had seen.
The man had also appeared larger, more massive, like he had grown an inch or two and expanded wider than a damn tree trunk.
He liked science fiction, but seeing it in real life was fucking with his head.
Dorian wasn’t sure if he was calm because he was in shock or if his brain wasn’t processing the fact properly.
Either way, he wasn’t going to look at Rick’s cock.
“So do you.” It was a statement of fact.
Dorian quickly looked away when the half-erect cock began to thicken even further.
He was not going to do this.
The heat in his face became hotter, and then Dorian reached for the door.
Rick grabbed his arm, gently.
“You can’t go out there.”
“I sure as hell can’t stay in here.” His hand hurt, but the bleeding had stopped.
It was a thin line down his palm now, red and irritated, but he could deal with it.
What he couldn’t deal with was a naked man sitting next to him with a hard cock.
He didn’t even know the guy for fuck’s sake.
There was no way he was having sex with him.
Sucking dick was one thing, full out sex was another.
He wasn’t even sure why he had given in to his need last night.
But Dorian was not going to repeat that mistake again.
No matter how much he wanted to.
“I’ll behave.”
There went that lustful tone again.
“No, you won’t.”
“Okay, I’m lying.”
Dorian turned, seeing a smile playing on Rick’s lips.
Did the man know how utterly handsome he was when he smiled?
He became angry with himself.
Rick was changeling.
There wasn’t going to be any more fooling around and there definitely wasn’t going to be any sex.
“You are getting a real kick out of this, aren’t you?”
“I never could understand the sexually repressed human society,” Rick said in a sensual tone that begged to be listened to.
The man moved closer, his face inches from Dorian’s.
“Tell me, Dorian. Do I have to date you before I can shove all ten inches into your ass?”
Dorian swallowed his tongue.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Rick moved away and grabbed the towel, spreading it over his lap.
“Sit back and buckle up.” The car started and Rick’s playfulness was gone.
Dorian did as the man asked.
There was nothing else for him to do.
Staring wasn’t an option.
If he stared long enough, that long, oh-so-thick ten inches just might get buried inside of him.
God, he was hard once again for a changeling.
Somebody just shoot me.