The Siege of Kadenburg by T. E. Ridener Page B

giving this kid werewolf super speed. Dimitri’s nostrils flared again as he stared down at him.
    “Get out of my way, Rut.”
    “Or what?” Rutley challenged with a quirked brow. “Gonna kick my ass?”
    “I could totally kick your ass,” Dimitri promised as he gently pushed past him and continued on his way down the hall. He seriously wasn’t expecting Rutley to jump on his frigging back. He stumbled forward, reaching out to grab for the wall. “What in the hell, Rutley?”
    “I want to see if you can kick my ass.” Rutley snickered.
    Dimitri was quickly growing agitated with the young werewolf as Rutley’s knuckles rubbed against his scalp, fast and painful.
    “What are you? Ten?” Dimitri growled, reaching a hand backwards in an attempt to grab Rutley’s shirt. “Get off of me!”
    “Try to kick my ass!” Rutley demanded as he boxed his ears and then hopped down.
    Dimitri growled in a dangerous manner as he whirled about, glowering at the other male. “Didn’t your grandma ever tell you to be careful what you wish for?”
    Rutley gave him a cheeky grin as he shrugged his shoulders, “Kick. My. Ass.”
    “Oh, screw it,” Dimitri leapt at him. Rutley may have enjoyed his newly acquired powers, but Dimitri had been in this game a hell of a lot longer. They both crashed against the floor as Dimitri easily tackled him. He snapped his fangs in a playful warning. “I could’ve ripped your throat out just now.”
    “Yes, but the point is you didn’t.” Rutley chuckled.
    “No, the point is I could have, and any other werewolf probably would have. This isn’t a game, Rutley.”
    “That’s your problem,” Rutley frowned, staring up at him with those damning blue eyes of his. “You need to loosen up. Where’s the fun in being careful all the time? You have to have some fun.”
    “I’ve had plenty of fun,” Dimitri replied as he attempted to roll off him. He was surprised when Rutley turned the tables and reversed their position. He was lying on his back now with his beta grinning down at him. What a shit eating grin that was too. “Get off me.”
    “No,” Rutley wiggled his eyebrows and leaned back on his haunches. “I’m proving a point here.”
    “If you think I won’t take you for a cruise in bruise town, you’ve got another thing coming.”
    “Take me for a cruise in bruise town?” Rutley snorted. “What the heck does that even mean? What language is that?”
    Dimitri’s skin tingled and heated as he swallowed hard and glared at the younger wolf. Rutley was teetering on a dangerous line. “Get off me.”
    “Awwww, do I have to?” Rutley asked. He leaned down and rested his hands against the floor on either side of Dimitri’s head as the tips of their noses touched. His body was way too close for comfort as their midsections grazes against one another.
    “Yes, you have to. “ Dimitri whispered hoarsely.
    Something changed in Rutley’s demeanor as his blue eyes darkened. There was an emotion on his face that needed no explanation. He pressed his hips into Dimitri’s. “Are you so sure about that?” Rutley asked huskily.
    “Rut….”
    Rutley gently rolled his hips against his alpha’s and Dimitri felt the sweet friction from thin layers of clothing and growing arousal rubbing together. His eyes closed and every part of his body awoke to the familiar calling of animalistic lust.
    “Rut…..”
    “You feel good,” Rutley groaned as he continued grinding down against him. He buried his face against Dimitri’s neck and Dimitri was finding it difficult to hang on to the logical part of his brain. He was rock hard and aching for the male writhing atop him. His hands flew to Rutley’s waist as he pulled their hips together again, resulting in Rutley’s voice breaking in a cry of pleasure. “Fuck….”
    “You smell good.” Dimitri growled as they dry humped each other with pathetic desperation. He could feel Rutley’s cock, ready and willing, pressing against his