Under the Moon by Julia Talbot Page A

I'm into them, yeah."
    All of a sudden Jamie relaxed, smiling and feeling almost normal. That would explain why Ty smelled a little wolfy, if he worked with one of the local sanctuaries. It made perfect sense.
    "Neat. I grew up where ranchers shot u— wolves. I guess that's why I study something more esoteric.” Language theory applied to wolfpacks, he guessed, but most people wouldn't know that.
    Ty raised a brow, but didn't push him on that. “So, Anton is expecting me to game? As in roleplay?"
    "Yeah. You didn't know?"
    "Nope.” Ty's lips twisted in that little ironic grin again. “I guess I thought his interest in wolf studies and werewolves was more a general thing, not a weird roleplaying thing."
    "Hey, Ty! Come say hello,” Anton called, and Ty shrugged.
    "Guess I'd better go make nice. I'll let him down easy, watch a movie with him. Thanks for the beer."
    "No problem.” Jamie wanted to follow and sniff Ty's butt or something equally stupid. He stayed put instead, waiting for Ty to get settled. Then he snuck through the living room to the back hall where he hopped in the shower and jacked off furiously to the memory of how Ty had smelled.
    His roommate really had no idea about wolf culture, no matter how much he purported to be blessed by the full moon or whatever.
    Anton had no idea at all.
    * * * *
    Ty waited outside the coffee shop, watching Jamie move around at the fixings counter. Sugar, two packs, a tiny dribble of cream, and a little shake of cinnamon went on the top of an Americano with an extra shot.
    Good thing he read lips, or he'd never have gotten Jamie's order, which he might need sometime in the future to impress the guy. Coffee shops overwhelmed him completely sometimes. He could go in and order to go, but he couldn't stay in very long. The smells just made him want to jump up on the counter and howl before tearing into the pastry case and eating everything in sight. Coffee gave him the jitters just by being in the air, he guessed.
    Mmm. Pastry sounded good, actually. Something with cream cheese.
    He knew it was probably stalkery to follow Jamie around, but Ty had taken one sniff of the man and been completely smitten. Jamie might not know he had the werewolf gene, a lot of folks didn't, but he smelled like family. Not like, ‘he's my brother’ family, but like ‘I'm going to pin him down and fuck his ass raw’ family.
    Ty could hardly wait.
    Anton had tried to take up all of his attention the other night and Jamie had snuck off, but Ty had been able to smell the man, even over the candles and incense and beer. Over the running water and soap smell from the bathroom. Ty could have told Anton the very moment that Jamie came.
    He almost had, just to see the look on the weirdo's face. If Anton had blathered on about the moon and some worm/wyrm thing for another moment, Ty might have hit him with a rock. Hard. He'd been so focused on Jamie that it had saved Anton's face.
    Still, Anton was the reason Ty had met hot little Jamie, the beta wolf, so Ty had erred on the side of polite disinterest to Anton's games rather than outright hostility.
    Now he just needed to wait for Jamie to come out of the coffee shop so he could get the hunt back on track. He wanted that ass, wanted to do all sorts of nasty things to it.
    Jamie patted some girl on the shoulder on the way out the door, making Ty growl a little. Anton had told him Jamie was queer. Ty knew Jamie had been jacking off to him the other night. He'd better not swing both ways, damn it. Ty wanted that fine little ass all to himself.
    The girl just waved, though, saying something about class, so Ty relaxed. When Jamie came out, sipping his coffee, Ty crossed the patio and fell into step next to the man.
    "Hey."
    Jamie jumped, staring at him over the rims of his little wire glasses. “Oh, hey. Ty, right?"
    "Yep. How's it going?"
    "Good.” Jamie sipped his coffee again, then again, like it was liquid courage or something. “How did gaming go with