Kidnapped by the Werewolf Hunter [DeWitt's Pack 13] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks

was part relief, part happiness, and part hysteria, but he was still mostly just happy.
    His lover wasn’t a crazed animal. Cole really was going to be fine.

Chapter Six
     
    It was amazing the things Cole was capable of doing while he was still in wolf form. It seemed he still had his human mind to work with, despite the new body, and he was even able to grab the small key to the handcuffs with his mouth and bring it back to Everett so he could unlock himself.
    It had been the final test for him. He couldn’t exactly reach out and take the key because of the way his hands were bound, but stretching out his fingers to Cole’s mouth had nearly made him break out in a sweat.
    Cole had his lips pulled up, the key clenched between those sharp teeth. Everett had taken hold of the key and Cole had given it to him with no problems at all.
    That was more than enough. When he was finally free, he got down on his knees, put his hands around Cole’s shoulders, and held him so tightly he was probably hurting him.
    He didn’t care. It was almost like finding out his lover had come back from the dead. There was the werewolf thing, sure, but Cole was okay. He wasn’t dead, and he wasn’t a monster. He was okay.
    They’d quickly gone hunting for something to eat after that. Cole did most of the work since Everett could barely keep up with him, but they’d worked out a simple system for communication. Cole would bark to get Everett’s attention from wherever he was, and if Everett asked any questions, it was one bark for yes and two for no.
    Everett had lost sight of Cole for nearly twenty minutes, but he continued to try and track down something small that they could eat. It nearly killed him, trying to contain his impatience for the other man to return, but somehow he managed it. He didn’t want to be too clingy, after all.
    That attitude left him the second Cole came back into sight through the trees. He was in his human form, naked, and carrying several dead pheasants by the legs.
    “No buck?” Everett asked, locking his eyes onto Cole’s face to keep himself from looking down at his cock. He thought of how much he wanted to sink to his knees. His joints fought with him to do just that. He wanted to get down and put Cole’s dick in his mouth and suck him until the man was begging Everett to fuck him.
    It didn’t help at all that Cole was hard.
    “I think the bones of something like that would be a little harder to do away with,” Cole said, lifting his hand a little. “These should keep us in good shape.”
    Everett nodded. “Uh-huh.”
    Cole wet his lips, which also didn’t help Everett’s state of being. “I know what you’re thinking.”
    That pulled Everett out of his lusty thoughts pretty damn quick. “You do?” His face went furnace hot. “I thought werewolves could only read the minds of other werewolves.”
    “They can’t even do that. It’s complicated, but I’m not reading your mind. I’m reading your body. Your temperature just went up, I can hear your heart beating faster, and I can smell your lust.”
    Everett was embarrassed but still extra aroused by this new fact.
    Cole smiled at him. “I think cleaning these can wait a couple minutes. You and I should have a bath before we do anything, though.”
    They walked back to their camp silently. There wasn’t anything to say. Cole had just basically told him they were going to have sex. That was good. That was exactly what he wanted, and he wanted it so badly he thought he would combust with the urge to sink his dick into Cole’s body.
    They definitely needed a bath. They were both dirty and sweaty and disgusting, even if Cole looked ten times better now that he’d had his transformation. Still, Everett wished they didn’t have to wait until he could just throw Cole down and fuck him.
    Cole put their birds on a flat rock and then started walking toward the river. He was already naked, so he didn’t have to undress. He just splashed his foot