Page 26 of Restoring His Howl

“Because you didn’t like it?” Cinders asked.

“Because I wanted to be him,” Dillon shouted. Oh God. He sank onto the bed. He’d said that out loud and admitted one of his deep desires.

“I’m sorry I did it, but I got you to ‘fess up to the attraction.” Cinders kissed Dillon. “Hate me, but our animals want each other. My heart was in the right place, and your gut reaction wasn’t wrong.”

“But Cinders…” He couldn’t find the words to explain. He wanted to clock Cinders then fuck him.

“I was wrong. I shouldn’t have used your jealousy to get you to realize we’re together and best that way.” Cinders tipped his head. “My innate desire to protect you came out. The jaguar and I couldn’t handle seeing you go through all that, but I wasn’t much better.” He left Dillon’s lap. “Forgive me?”

Dillon stared at Cinders. His thoughts muddled. Irritation and honor filtered through him. “You’re a dick.”

“I know.”

“An asshole.”

“Agreed.” Cinders grinned.

“I want to make you leave.”

“You should.”

Dillon paused. “But I can’t.”

“I’m glad,” Cinders said. “I just want to protect you.”

“I know. That’s what’s keeping me from unleashing my wolf on you. Your presentation stunk, but your heart was, as you said, in the right place.” Dillon raked his fingers through his hair. “You’ll drive me nuts.”

“I know.” Cinders sank onto the bed. “Then what do we do?” The petulance was gone from his voice.

Dillon wasn’t sure. He still liked Cinders, and the wolf sensed a kindred spirit. “We work on it. If we’re going to do this, then we’re an us, not separate. I need consistency and someone I can trust.”

“Done.” Cinders winked. “I’m done roaming.”

“You can handle a wolf with gray hair and more miles on him than should be allowed?” Dillon met Cinders’ gaze. “You want a worn-down man with scars?”

“I can’t imagine being with anyone else.” Cinders stretched out on the bed. He reached for Dillon. “Come here.”

Dillon let go of his misgivings and focused on Cinders. He crawled on Cinders lap. Without thinking, Dillon mashed his mouth down on Cinders’. Warmth spread through his body. Electricity shot through his veins. He ground his dick against Cinders’ and embraced the thrill of being this close to someone. He braced his knees and splayed his hands on Cinders’ chest.

Cinders opened to Dillon, allowing him to suck on his tongue. A moan bubbled in Dillon’s throat. He’d done plenty of things before, but nothing rated so high on the hot meter as rutting against Cinders. The friction of skin-on-skin mixed with the slickness of Cinders’ tongue against his nearly blew his synapses. His wolf howled and paced within him. The animal liked what was happening.

The electricity increased, and Dillon shivered. He tweaked Cinders’ nipple. Fuck. At this rate, he wouldn’t last. Dillon dug his toes into the bed. His balls ached, and he needed to come. He writhed on Cinders.

“Oh Jesus.” Cinders slid his hand between their bodies and wrapped both cocks in his fingers. He stroked, creating a perfect rhythm.

Dillon kissed Cinders, but his resistance shattered. Holy shit. He broke the connection and panted. Having his dick aligned with Cinders was the hottest thing he’d ever done. He rested his forehead on Cinders and loved the wildness in Cinders’ eyes. Not long now, and Dillon would explode.

“Come for me,” Cinders whispered. “Comewithme.”

So much for holding back. He tensed, and his balls tingled. He rocked into Cinders hand and embraced the climax. Hot cum jutted across Cinders’ belly. For a split-second, Dillon froze.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Cinders arched beneath Dillon then gritted his teeth. “Yes.” He closed his eyes and shuddered as he came. A ribbon of jizz stretched across his belly. Some shot onto Dillon. Cinders panted.

Dillon held tight to the blankets. His knees weakened, and bone-deep weariness settled in. When Cinders opened his eyes, he grinned.

“Stretch out on me. I want to hold you.” Cinders kissed him. “I’ve got you.”

Without a second thought, he settled on Cinders. Cum smeared between them in a sticky, gooey mess, but he didn’t care. Amazement filled him. With Cinders’ help, he’d created positive memories to counteract the negative ones. He’d moved forward and healed a little.

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