Hot hands grappled with slippery flesh. Zio thrust into the man’s hand, all the while jerking his cock. A coil of pleasure-pain built in his belly, ensnaring every nerve. He pushed off the wall and against the man until they were pressed together everywhere except where he needed it most.Want— Need—
But he couldn’t think clearly enough to construct either sentence, and suddenly, any coherent thought he had left was gone. Orgasm roared through him, starting from the tips of his curled toes and sluicing through his entire body. His companion let out a guttural groan, but it was drowned out by Zio’s own crazed yell.
Hot release coated his hand. He brought their cocks together and smeared their seed until he couldn’t tell whose scent was whose, and his wolf howled with pleasure.Mine—
Fuck! As quickly as his senses had abandoned him, the strength of his wolf’s desire brought them screeching back. Still panting from the sheer force of his climax, Zio reeled back in horror.That scent. It’s not—
The other man gasped. “Shit, you’re a wolf.”
Chapter Four
For the thousandth time since he’d arrived in England, Devan scented the unfamiliar air, catching both human and wolf as he searched for that one magic scent he’d spent the last twenty-four hours frantically scrubbing from his skin.Idiot. You’ve been on the mission a couple of days, and you’ve already messed up.
And damn, had he messed up. Hitting the club was supposed to have been a last gasp of freedom before pack life took over. Instead, it had turned into the most surreal experience of his supernatural life.
Inexplicable and unforgettable.
Satisfied he was safe—for now—Devan found a bench outside the train station where he’d been instructed to wait for his wolf hosts. He should’ve been preparing himself to meet his new alpha. Instead his mind was stuck on the young wolf he’d stumbled across in the shadowed corridor of the smoky nightclub.
It had been no accident.
The young man swayed on his feet, drunk and disorientated. “I want to fuck you.”
Devan couldn’t remember what he’d said in response—which was worrying all by itself—but gods, he remembered the wolf’s scent. How it had called to him, embedded itself in his every sense, drawing him back into the club when he’d been on his way out. Hands. Skin. Ragged groans and sweet release. Devan had never been so consumed by desire. So out of his fucking mind with want and need.
But the crazed attraction hadn’t lasted beyond the final throes of orgasm, and the disgust in the young wolf’s face as realisation had hit him would haunt Devan forever.
The fact that it had mirrored his own horror was irrelevant.
Or was it?
He’d yet to decide.
And he had bigger worries than his bruised ego. Because it wasn’t enough that he’d hooked up with a wolf. No. He’d hooked up with a wolf in territory where the only shifters likely to be in the area were probably connected to the pack he was joining. Unless his fuck up had gone nuclear, and he’d shared his seed with a recon soldier from the enemy.Yeah, cos you’re that lucky right now, aren’t you?
Devan’s only comfort was that since the wolf had fled the club, he hadn’t caught his scent once.
At least not in the air. He fought the urge to sniff his skin, to chase remnants of the heady fragrance that should’ve sent him running in the opposite direction the moment he’d picked it up.Again, you’re an idiot.
Devan was inclined to agree, but he’d run out of time to worry about it. A vehicle slowed to a stop in front of him. Blacked-out windows slid down, revealing the sharp shifter eyes of three men.
“Are you the healer?” one said.
Devan nodded, and the back door of the SUV opened.
“Get in.”
* * *
Zio skulked into the gathering hall. He was late, but the meeting didn’t seem to have started, and Varian’s scent was too weak for him to be in the building yet.Thank gods.Anxiety clawed at Zio’s chest. He rubbed it, torn between craving the comfort of his alpha and real fear that Varian would take one look at him and instantly know what a terrible mistake he’d made. That they’d all know—his brothers, hisfamily.
He scented the air again, and then himself, but found nothing to draw him back to the club two nights ago. His heart twisted again. Relief warred with a gutting sensation he couldn’t explain. And then disgust roared to life.He wasn’t a wolf. And he shouldn’t have even been there. You should’ve killed him, not whacked your cock out for him. Rubbed yourself in his—
“Zio.”
“Wha—” Zio jumped, hackles raised, claws out. Somehow he’d missed his brothers coming up on him.
“Whoa.” Bomber backed off and threw an arm out, forcing Danielo and Michael to do the same. “What’s the matter with you?”