he find the witch who had done this? After two
years?
Roman looked up. Charlie was standing in the
steamy room, worry written all over him.
Chapter 2
Charlie stared at his man.
Roman, dripping wet, gazed back.
There was something different. Not only did
Charlie see it, he…smelled it. His own senses were changing, and
that was not good. The hairs rose on Charlie's arms. He tried to
shake the spell of Roman's luminous green eyes and handed him a
towel.
Roman took it, stepping out of the tub and
rubbing it over his hair.
Charlie's gaze lowered down Roman's amazing
physique. A man, thirty-one, and in his prime. Fit and spectacular.
Yes, dinner was waiting, Butch was in the kitchen, hungry, trying
to be patient.
Charlie touched Roman's nipple, pinching
it.
The act made Roman stop drying himself with
the towel.
One thing being a wolf did to both he and
Roman. It made them animals in the bedroom as well.
Not that they had become passive in the last
two years. The sex was always good…but…
Not as good as it was when…
With one finger Charlie ran down the muscular
line dividing Roman's abdomen to his treasure trail.
Roman dropped the towel and his arms fell
limp at his sides.
Seeing the wolf in Roman's eyes, Charlie
couldn't help but tingle and become hungry for him. As he massaged
Roman's soft cock, feeling it harden, Charlie leaned for a
kiss.
At first it was just the press of their
mouths together, then Roman showed Charlie just how dominant he
could be.
Roman lunged at Charlie, slamming Charlie
against the bathroom door, and opened his mouth for hot kisses.
Hearing the growling coming from Roman's
chest, Charlie began taking off his clothing, craving them rubbing
against each other, needing penetration and release.
Roman backed off long enough to wait for
Charlie to get naked, then began forcing Charlie to the floor of
the bathroom.
Lips locked, they kissed and held onto each
other, Charlie was overwhelmed by a sensation that he had not felt
in years. Wolf-lust. A hunger for Roman's body and scent that was
so powerful he would kill for it.
Pinned to the bath mat, Charlie spread his
legs in submission and Roman whimpered as he chewed Charlie's neck
and shoulder.
"Take it, ya bastard!" Charlie shivered under
this powerful ATF agent and reached between them to get at Roman's
cock.
Roman knelt upright and glanced at the sink
vanity. He grabbed lotion and used it as lubrication, since their
lubricating gel was in their nightstand drawer.
Charlie would have been happy with saliva he
was so horny. Roman pushed his finger inside Charlie and Charlie
closed his eyes and grabbed his own cock, feeling it rock hard and
pulsating.
Once Roman had placed the head of his cock on
target, he braced himself, an arm on either side of Charlie's body,
and pushed in.
Charlie raised his hips up to meet the thrust
and they both let out a low howl, in harmony.
"Oh fuck!" Roman amped up the rhythm, his
muscular arms tensing.
Under him Charlie jerked himself off, coated
in sweat and inhaling the scent of sex off his lover. The
pheromones filled Charlie's acute senses and he came, throwing his
head back and growling.
"Charlie! Oh, fuck, yeah." Roman hammered
into him and came, showing his teeth in a sensual snarl.
Once they both had climaxed, panting loudly,
they met eyes.
Charlie could see Roman's green eyes dilate
and glow. It was closing in on both of them. The
transformation.
A knock came at the bathroom door. "You guys
eatin' dinner? It's getting burnt, Charlie!"
Instantly the heat and sensation of the
change, slowed and vanished.
Roman pulled out, hanging his head and
staring at Charlie's body.
"Hang on, Butch. Jus' you hang on."
"What on earth you two doin' in there? If
y'all come out wolves, I swear, I'll get the gun."
Roman didn't answer, slowly standing and
reaching for Charlie. Once Charlie was on his feet they met gazes.
Roman said, "It's back."
"I know." Charlie had no idea what to make of
the sudden