“Yeah, off my skin, but I can’t do much about it being on my clothes.” Wyatt’s heart beat faster at Draven’s closeness. The other man hadn’t moved away.
“I guess there isn’t much you can do about that then.”
Draven’s gaze seemed to heat with desire, making Wyatt hope like hell he was reading him right and not seeing what he wanted to. The more time he spent with Draven the more Wyatt wanted him.
Wyatt reached for the bottom of his t-shirt and yanked it over his head. He didn’t mind taking that off, but his jeans, which had been sprayed as well, were another story. The problem wasn’t that he didn’t have any underwear on, because he did; it was the state of his cock. Being so close to Draven had turned him on. If he were to remove his pants, there was no way in hell he’d be able to hide the fact he was attracted to Draven.
Holding his t-shirt in front of his crotch to help hide the state he was in, Wyatt said with humor in his voice, “Will this help?”
He looked at Draven and found the other man’s gaze hungrily roaming over his bared upper body. There was no mistaking the desire that lurked in Draven’s eyes this time. Wyatt’s heart beat even faster, forcing more blood into his already hard cock.
Draven lifted his gaze and met Wyatt’s. “Yes. What would you say if I told you I wished that wasn’t the only thing you’d take off?”
The husky timbre of Draven’s voice seemed to wrap around his erection, stroking it. Wyatt swallowed. “My answer would be I’d want the same from you.”
Wyatt swore Draven’s eyes glowed mutedly for a split second before the other man closed the short distance between them and cupped his face. Draven’s lips descended on his, hungrily taking them in a heated kiss. Wyatt dropped his shirt and put his hands on Draven’s waist.
The feel of Draven swiping his tongue over the seam of his lips had Wyatt opening to allow him entrance. What sounded like an animal-like growl rumbled out of Draven. The sound had Wyatt pulling the man who kissed him so thoroughly against his body so their cocks met. He moaned when he felt Draven’s hard length pressed against his own.
The kiss seemed to go on forever, but Draven pulled away first. He had his eyes closed while he breathed rapidly. Wyatt had thought Draven couldn’t look any sexier, but seeing the other man’s face flushed with desire and his lips swollen from his kisses, proved him wrong.
After a few seconds passed, Draven opened his eyes. “I guess I don’t have to worry about you being straight anymore.”
“I’m most definitely not. And now I can say the same thing about you.”
Draven dropped his hands and took a small step back. “If you’re in the mood to take off your clothes, I might as well put them in the washer.”
A thrill shot through Wyatt’s body at Draven’s words. He dropped his hands to the top of his jeans. “You want them, you can have them.”
He quickly undid the button and pulled down the zipper. He pushed off the jeans and stepped out of them before he held the pants out to Draven. The other man took them and bent to pick up the discarded t-shirt before he straightened.
“Don’t go anywhere,” Draven said. “I won’t be long.”
“Even if you didn’t have my clothes, I wouldn’t leave.”
Wyatt turned to follow Draven with his gaze as the other man walked out of the living room. Alone, he let out a shaky breath. Arousal pounded through him. That one kiss hadn’t been enough. Now that he knew Draven wasn’t off-limits, he wanted to act on every hot, sexy thought he’d had about him. With his clothes in the wash, Wyatt was sure Draven and he could come up with something to help pass the time.
Chapter Three
Draven fought to keep control of his mating urge as he took Wyatt’s clothes to the main floor laundry room. Kissing his would-be mate had his hold over himself slipping a tiny bit. Now that he knew for sure Wyatt was gay, the instinct to claim him as his mate rode him harder. There was no longer any need to pussyfoot around.
He checked Wyatt’s jeans pockets before he threw them in the front-load washer. The t-shirt followed. As he put liquid laundry detergent in the machine, he ran through his head how he wanted this night to go with Wyatt. Fully making love was out of the question. For if he did, he’d claim the other man as his, forming the mating bond between them. Once that happened, neither one of them would be able to stand to be apart from the other. The separation anxiety that would cause would be a bitch. Over his very long life, Draven had seen mated couples go through it, seen how they practically climbed the walls, worried something bad had happened to their mates.
And it wasn’t just the separation anxiety Draven was concerned about, either. Wyatt didn’t know what Draven truly was. They’d gotten over the hurdle of knowing what each other’s sexual orientation was, but Draven had the bigger one of telling his would-be mate all about werewolves. It wasn’t something he could just blurt out and have Wyatt accept. Having him run from him was the last thing Draven wanted. It was hard enough with the mating urge riding his ass, but having to chase Wyatt down would cause it to be even more torturous. And that wouldn’t go away until he’d made Wyatt his. As the days went by and he didn’t claim him, it would only get worse.
Draven started the washer, then headed back to the living room. With the terrible chemical stench finally undetectable, he dragged in a deep breath. He could now smell Wyatt’s scent unhindered. It smelled of man and arousal. Though he couldn’t make love to Wyatt the way he wanted, Draven still intended to do other things that would make them both come. The entire time they’d been on his boat he’d ached to touch Wyatt, to learn what would turn him on, make him moan.
He walked into the living room to find Wyatt still standing where he’d left him. As he approached, Draven ran his gaze over the other man’s hard body. He was all sleek muscles with a defined chest and abs. Draven found the sight of Wyatt only in his black boxer-briefs with his erection tenting the front of them a beautiful sight.
Lifting his gaze so it locked on Wyatt’s, Draven closed the distance between them and took up where they had left off. He wrapped his arms around Wyatt’s waist, holding him close. The other man sank his fingers into his hair and held his head exactly where he wanted as he deepened their kiss, pushing his tongue past Draven’s lips.
Draven closed his eyes, knowing they had to be mutedly glowing with his arousal. It wasn’t something he could control when he was this turned-on, or angry. He dropped his hands to Wyatt’s ass and held him tighter against him as he rubbed his hard cock against his would-be mate’s. They both gasped at the contact.
“God, you make me ache,” Wyatt said between kisses.
Draven pulled slightly away, making sure to keep his eyes open to mere slits. “I have to touch you, Wyatt. Now.”
“Do it,” Wyatt said on a moan.
Inching Wyatt backward until his legs hit the couch, Draven then pushed him onto it. Before he joined him, he dragged off his own t-shirt, needing to feel his skin against his would-be mate’s with nothing between. Climbing onto the couch, Draven positioned Wyatt so he lay stretched out on it. He then followed him down, blanketing the other man with his body.
He kissed Wyatt, letting the pent-up desire coursing through him come to the surface. He sucked Wyatt’s tongue into his mouth, enjoying the taste of his soon-to-be mate. It went straight to his head just as Wyatt’s scent did. Draven would never get enough of the man in his arms.
Draven released Wyatt’s mouth and made a wet trail along the side of his jaw, the other man’s whiskers rough against his lips. Continuing downward, he sucked and licked until he reached where Wyatt’s neck and shoulder met. He bit him hard enough to leave a mark. If Wyatt had been a werewolf, the feel of Draven’s teeth marking him would have shattered any control he had over himself. Wyatt only groaned and bucked beneath him.