Idler (Norseton Wolves Book 3) by Holley Trent

it’s okay, if you want to. I won’t get pissed, although I do feel a little teased. Not helping my blue balls any, but I’m not going to say no to your hand being on my dick.”
    She put her hand back and smirked. “Do any of you men have brothers or cousins young enough for a couple of naive wolves?”
    “I don’t.”
    “Damn.” Her smile fell away, as did her hand.
    No, no, no. You’re failing her. Fix it, dipshit. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it. He couldn’t remember ever just holding a woman’s hand, besides his mother’s. “Hey, I’ll ask around. Give me a few hours.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. You might be better off asking the other mates, though. You’re all younger than us. There’s probably one or two who have brothers who are close to being expelled from their packs anyway. Adam would definitely take them in.”
    “And if they don’t end up liking each other, it won’t matter, because they’ll be free to do what they want.”
    “And who they want.”
    She gave his cock head a punishing squeeze that had him spreading his legs for balance. “And here I was thinking you were being helpful.”
    “I’m trying. Goddess knows I am. I say stupid shit all the time.” He thrust his hips a bit and she graciously loosened her grip on him enough to let his cock slide through it. “ Fuck . I’m so hard, it hurts.”
    “You’re dripping.” She worked her thumb over the swollen head, and he tamped down a pathetic moan. “You could jack off, you know.”
    “I probably should, and soon.”
    “What’s stopping you?”
    “So many things.” He’d been hoping she’d let him fuck her, for one, but mostly he hadn’t because she didn’t tell him he could. After he’d given her his mark that first night, she’d told him to go take care of himself, but he hadn’t had a chance to. He’d been too busy feeling sorry for himself.
    “Use words, wolf.”
    Wolf .
    He closed his eyes and forced some air through his teeth. “No. Colt. I’m Colt .”
    She called him wolf , just like the alpha who’d taken his father’s job. Wolf —as if he didn’t have a name, or at least that it wasn’t worth being learned.
    Wolf, as if he was some useless thing, one step away from being cast out on his ass with no one to care for him or about him.
    He’d thought maybe she might care, but obviously she didn’t. She was just another user.
    He wasn’t going to be called wolf in his own house, not even by a woman he’d let do anything to him. There, he drew the line.
    He swallowed and straightened his spine. “Well, princess , I didn’t do it because I figured it was your job, and I wanted to save all of my cum for your tight snatch.”
    Her eyes went wide and he chuckled, spreading his legs a bit farther apart. He placed her other hand on his cock and guided her in rubbing him.
    “Am I being helpful now, princess ?”
    She gave his cock a hard pluck and walked away. “Fuck you.”
    “Nah,” he called after her. “I’m gonna do exactly what you said and go fuck myself.”
    At least that was reliable. He didn’t need anyone else. He had himself, same as always.

CHAPTER FIVE
    Even when Lisa wasn’t in her wolf form, there were certain perks to having supernatural wiring. For one thing, her nose gave her information that her eyes and ears didn’t.
    She could see anger on Colt’s face and in his confrontational body language, and hear it in his thunderously deep voice. But anger wasn’t what she smelled . She was beginning to discern the nuances in scents the longer she spent around wolves and in her wolf form. Every strong emotion had its own hormone bouquet, and what Colt was feeling wasn’t just anger, though there was a bit of that there. There was something else that she couldn’t quite put a figurative finger on, but it gave her pause…so she gave him space.
    She wasn’t going to try to psychoanalyze him. Every wolf she knew was some degree of fucked up—herself included—and wolves