Howl for Me

Hmm. He was beginning to like the Internet.

Jeff stepped under the hot spray of water, soaking his curls. The fall of the water across his chest, the movement of muscle under wet skin, taunted Fen. He needed to get into that shower. He needed to touch, to scent and to mark the man currently running soap through his hair.

He needed to mark his mate.

Jeff washed his hair quickly. Fen was growling low in his throat, that sexy I’m gonna fuck you growl that Jeff had heard the night before. If they had the time he’d be pulling the wolf to bed, but they didn’t.

He only had half an hour, and it would take at least half that to tame his hair.

I should just shave it off and be done with it. But Jamie had threatened to beat him if he ever cut off all his hair, and he believed her. She’d find some way to make his life miserable until his hair grew back, and with his luck it would grow back in even more unmanageable than it already was.

“No, Fen. Sit. Stay. Good boy.” He rinsed out the soap and reached for the conditioner. Sure enough, he soon had a wet, aroused man plastered to his back.

He tried to remember why that was bad, but he was coming up blank.

“I told you that only works on dogs.” A hot tongue wended its way up his back and Jeff shivered. Fuck. If he didn’t throw off the wolf he’d be late. Really happy, but late.

“We don’t have time.”

“Why not?” Sharp teeth nipped his earlobe.

Jeff growled. God, he was going to sound like a frickin’ girl. “My hair.”

“What about it?”

Wandering hands had taken hold of his cock and balls, and Jeff’s brain completely stopped functioning. It was hard to think when all the blood in his head had fled south for the winter. “Guh?”

Fen’s deep, satisfied chuckle shook them both. “I think we have time.”

“Gghzt.” Jeff’s head fell back against Fen’s shoulder as that calloused hand stroked up and down his length. Who knew the wolf would be such a water baby? The man seemed to love pouncing on Jeff in the shower. Then he remembered one of the reasons he’d hopped in the shower. “Conditioner.”

Fen’s hand didn’t even pause. “Get it.”

Jeff stared down at the bottle and realized what he’d have to do to get it. If he got it he’d really get it. “Fen.”

“Hmm?”

Now that wasn’t fair, licking a man’s happy spot like that. Jeff shivered hard as Fen’s tongue danced around the juncture of his shoulder and neck. If he had a tail it’d be raised, waiting for his mate to mount him.

Jeff bent his knees until he could reach the conditioner without bending his waist, thus keeping himself from pushing his ass into Fen’s crotch. It had the added bonus of removing Fen’s hands from his crotch, allowing blood to once more flow north of the equator. “We need to hurry.” He poured a generous amount of the conditioner into his hand and worked it through his curls before standing up.

Unfortunately that rubbed his entire backside along Fen’s front side. The wolf let his appreciation be known by moaning his approval. “Elskede. ”

Grabby hands once more roamed all over him. Hell. Fen was bound and determined to fuck him, and sex was way better than waffles anyway. “Wait!”

Fen barely paused. “What now, elskede?”

“Soap. If you’re going to do that, we might as well kill two birds with one stone.”

Fen’s brows furrowed. “Why would you want to do that? Arrows are much more accurate.”

Jeff sighed. They really didn’t have time for American Idioms 101. They’d be there all day, and the hot water heater wasn’t that good. Besides, his dick had decided to pronounce it Happy Hour and Jeff was done fighting it. “We really need to get you on the Internet.”

Fenrisulfr, so-called monster, son of Loki, and all around badass, blushed so dark a red Jeff was afraid he’d have an aneurysm. “Um. Do you like purple with sparkles or flesh colored?”

Jeff blinked. “Internet?”

“Butt plugs.”

Jeff bit back his laugh. He had the feeling he knew who’d sent his somewhat naive lover to the web. “Remind me to talk to your father.”

Fen wrinkled his nose. His whole posture went from sex on the hoof to uncomfortable schoolboy. “I don’t want to know what he prefers, thank you.

That’s wrong.”

Jeff lost it. Fen was really going to think he was a girl, because he sure as hell was giggling like one.

“Laugh all you wish, but the thought of my father and anal wands or cages or—” Fen shuddered “—penis sounds just makes me… Who came up with that idea, anyway? Sticks you put inside your penis? What sadistic bastard thought that was a good idea? Where I come from we called that torture.”

Jeff leaned back against the wall, the giggles leaving him breathless. He knew it was more than likely the stress that had triggered it, but damn, the look on Fen’s face was priceless. He was even covering his cock with his hands, as if Jeff was going to come after him, sounds in hand and a leer on his face.

Fen shook his head and soaped up his hands. “You humans are very strange, mate.” Fen tipped his head. “I saw this video that showed women being tortured.”

Jeff sobered. “What?”

“They were submitting voluntarily too.”

Jeff immediately relaxed as Fen’s hands ran over his body. “What were they doing?”

“Getting something called a Brazilian. Turn around and I’ll do your back.”

Jeff turned, not surprised when Fen cupped his ass. “I didn’t know people could make faces like that. What was really surprising was they all said it wasn’t that bad.” Fen clucked his tongue. “Very strange. Although I’m forced to admit, I did like YouTube. Have you ever heard of the Powerpuff Girls?”

Jeff chuckled. Life with Fen would never be dull, that was for sure. “Lemme guess who your favorite was. Buttercup, right?”

Fen sniffed. “It could have been Blossom or Bubbles.”

“But it was Buttercup.”

Fen nipped his neck. “Maybe.”

Fen’s hands still cupped his butt, his soapy hands rubbing in lazy circles.

“Are you going to wash my back or just my ass?”

His cheeks were lifted and spread. “I don’t know.” A soapy finger worked its way inside his body, and suddenly it was time for all of his blood cells to migrate south again. His cock perked up as Fen nibbled the side of his neck. “You are pretty dirty here, elskede.”

Jeff whimpered, leaning back into Fen’s touch. Screw it. No, better. Screw him. Screw him until he couldn’t see straight. That sounds like a plan.

Apparently Fen thought so too. The werewolf reached for the soap again, stopping when Jeff shook his head. Wordlessly he handed Fen the conditioner instead. “Less chance of it hurting me.”

Fen didn’t say a word, but within seconds his finger was back in Jeff’s ass.

“Want you, elskede. ”

Jeff quivered at the pure lust in Fen’s voice. His accent was even thicker than normal, want becoming vant. Fen’s finger withdrew, only to be replaced by something thicker. When Fen’s fingers scissored, opening him up, he realized Fen had put two fingers inside him.

Jeff reached down to his cock, stroking it in time with the thrust of Fen’s fingers. “Please.”

“Please what?”

Jeff growled. “Please fuck me.”

“My pleasure.” Fen withdrew his fingers and thrust into Jeff. The bite of pain was sharp, but faded rapidly. Fen held still until Jeff nodded, and then Fen began to move, stroking in and out of Jeff’s body with lazy strokes. “Mine.”

Jeff whimpered again, too turned on to give a crap. He placed his arms on the cold tile and rested his