His Bacon Sundae Werewolf (7 page)

Pat began to nip
the line of his flesh, making Jules shudder. It was just the right amount of
teeth and lips, and if Jules knew Pat was this wonderful, he’d have given the
man a hand job much earlier.

Jules could see
that Pat was careful, though. He’d avoided the little bruises and cuts that
Jules had sustained in the fight earlier.
Bruises and cuts
that no longer hurt.
Were they healing at an accelerated rate just like
Pat’s paws earlier because of their bonds? Even the little tear in his ear no
longer hurt.

I trust this man,
Jules thought with surprise. For someone who had never trusted anyone in the
past few years, it was a reassuring thought, even a promising one.
I know that he’ll never hurt me, but can I
do the same for him?
Jules’s thoughts careened and faltered. It was
impossible to think with Pat’s hands and mouth focused entirely on him.

“Pat…” Jules
murmured, sinking one hand into his tangled dark hair. “Pat…”

“What?” Pat’s
voice was gruff, as if he was annoyed from being distracted from his task.

“Fuck me.” Jules
looked into his eyes, liking the primal lust there and wondered if his eyes
betrayed his own hunger. “Fuck me.”

Pat only gave him
a knowing smile that made him cautious.

“Not yet,” Pat
decided.

Jules’s own cock
was embarrassingly hard and erect by then, like an eager wolf pup’s first time
with his mate. He groaned when Pat thumbed the pre-cum from his throbbing
shaft.

“Please….”

“Not yet.”

Holding his thighs
firmly apart, Jules’s heart fluttered when Pat leaned down to begin tonguing
his cock.
Oh gods, he does really mean to
torment me. Not that I can complain. I’ve never felt this good in a long while.

Jules’s thoughts
floated into disarray again once Pat began his work. He was only aware of the
guttural and animalistic sounds that came from his throat. After working out
and testing the little kinks, his mate seemed to know which suck and lick sent
his body trembling to the edge. Pat never let him go all the way, though: he’d
retreat just as soon as Jules thought he could no longer take it.

“Please Pat…please
let me come.” Jules’s voice was no longer his own.

His body and
wolf’s will were strung so cleverly by the other man that he barely noticed
giving up his self-control. It responded eagerly and desperately to every flick
of Pat’s tongue and the searing heat of his mouth. Instead of dreading the
thought of being controlled by someone, Jules revelled in the unexplainable
freedom of it.

He’d been alone
and lonely for so long that having someone capable of making him feel like this
was a nice change of pace. No. It wasn’t more than a nice change of pace, he
could get used to this.

A large hand
patted his thigh reassuringly, and Pat withdrew his mouth from the entire
length of him. Jules’s entire body convulsed and rocked with pleasure as he
climaxed. Strings of his cum decorated Pat’s belly and chest. With Pat’s eyes
watching him intently and his hand still on his thigh, Jules realized he
loathed being alone. It felt like he’d been living a half-existence with
sleepless nights in nameless motels and towns all this while, without his mate
to complete him. He was a fractured and broken man before he met Pat and he no longer
wanted to live that way.

“You’re awful,”
Jules finally managed to croak.

“Am I? You seemed
like you enjoyed it a whole lot,” Pat observed. The dark hungry look in his
eyes was still there.

“Fuck me,” Jules
demanded hoarsely. “Please fuck me.”

Pat didn’t need to
be told twice. “Turn over. On all fours, please.”

Jules shivered at
his words, but obeyed. Pat’s large hands guided and helped him to the position.
Those hands may be large, but they were gentle, Jules thought. His body
shivered in anticipation at what was to come. Pat eased his ass cheeks apart
and Jules felt him slide a wet finger into his tight slit, and began to loosen
him up. Jules wriggled his bottom suggestively at the other man, who slapped it
in response, laughing.

“It’s good to hear
your laugh,” Jules said, spreading his legs further apart for his easy access.

“It’s good to hear
you moan.” Pat gripped his buttocks firmly and began to ease his way into him.

After the slight
discomfort had passed, Jules was aware of the hard and meaty length of Pat’s
cock sliding its way slowly and carefully inside him. He’s gotten so hard so
fast, Jules thought with some satisfaction. Jules breathed hard when Pat was so
deep inside him that his balls were touching the cleft of his ass. It felt like
one of those ‘edge-of-your-seats’ moment, a single flash of tension when a ball
was about to be dropped from a spectacular height.

“Should I ride you
rough, wolf?” Pat’s hoarse voice made Jules shudder in anticipation.

“Fuck me hard
lover, that’s how I want it,” Jules managed and Pat complied without needing to
be told twice.

Discarding
slowness, Pat increased his rhythms and began to hammer himself into Jules with
a relentless and unyielding rhythm.
A rhythm that sent Jules’s
body throbbing and humming with desire.
Jules groaned his appreciation
and that only encouraged Pat. Nothing mattered but the clash and meeting of
their flesh. Pat being inside him completed him in ways he’d never known were
possible. In a way, he was the puzzle piece Jules felt like he’d been missing
all along.

“I’m coming,” Pat
gasped, his large hands deliciously gripping Jules tight.

With one final
thrust, he came inside Jules, his sticky cum beginning to fill him. When he was
done, Jules collapsed on the ground and lay on his back. After a while, Pat
joined him. He let Jules lay his head on the crook of his arm. Together, they
looked up at the canopy of autumn trees above them and the gray-blue autumn sky
stretching beyond them.

They didn’t speak
for a while.
 
An odd and unexplainable
peace settled over Jules. Without the barriers of clothing it felt nice to feel
Pat’s sweat slicked skin against his own. Both their beasts felt sated and
happy. It would’ve been wonderful to stay like that for a while, except when
Jules turned his head he could almost see the image of a ghost lingering by the
trees.

Living in a world
filled with the supernatural, Jules wasn’t sure if it was a really a ghost or a
figment of his imagination. When Pat was inside of him, all his troubles seemed
to fade away. Now that his head was screwed back on tightly, his sense of
purpose returned. The more he stared at the indistinct translucent figure, the
more solid it became.

Jules recognized
the curve of that jaw. He had run his fingers over the slight stubble there so
many times. Sunken and sorrowful eyes looked back at him and they horribly
reminded him of wounds. Something inside of him howled painfully in torment.
While his wolf was contented with its new mate, it had not forgotten the
injustice done to its old one.

While Jules told
Pat that a part of him was willing to let go of his past, he wasn’t being
entirely truthful. At that point in time, it felt terribly right to press the
‘pause’ button, but now the player was running again.

Hating himself for
it, Jules had to destroy the mood.

“Pat, about the
killer…” Jules hesitantly began.

“You believe he
was the one that killed your mate.”

“I don’t just
believe. I know he’s the killer. Wait, how did you guess?”

“I saw inside you
Jules, just as you saw me. The good bits and the dirty ugly bits, too. I know
why you’re in New Haven and I understand why you have to do things your own
way.”

“You do?” Jules
asked, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.

Pat raked his free
hand over his dishevelled hair. “I can’t change you, or force you to change. If
I asked you not to chase this killer by yourself, would you comply?”

“No. I’ll chase
after him anyway,” Jules said immediately.

A traitorous
thought then occurred to him, even though he didn’t really want to believe it.
If Pat knew that he’d lied to Derrick and Jack, and knew he’d eventually hunt
this killer on his own, then Pat would’ve purposely delayed his confrontation
with the killer at all costs.

“Just now you were
being playful for a reason. You wanted to fight me because you wanted to
distract me. You had no intention of me ever facing the killer.” Sudden anger
welled inside Jules, overwhelming any other emotion he’d felt before. How could
the other man simply manipulate him like that? If Pat really knew him, then he
should’ve let Jules go.

He rose, brushing
away Pat’s arm when the other man attempted to comfort him.

“How could you do
that, knowing how this is important to me? The gods be damned, Pat. This is all
I’ve been living for!”

“Of course I don’t
want you to run straight into the killer’s trap just like he wanted. I don’t
know you long, Jules, but I think you’re too obsessed with him. Too involved,
and you’re bound to make a mistake.” Pat awkwardly stood so they spoke
face-to-face.

“It’s none of your
fucking business if I fail. At least I’ve done what was right to avenge my dead
mate.”

“It’s my business
because you’re now my mate and what you’re doing, running foolishly into death?
That’s not right at all. What would your first mate say to you risking your
life like that?”

Jules fixed him a
cold look. “Don’t you dare talk about Cole like you knew
him.
What I’m doing may not be ‘right’ to you, but I do what’s necessary. You don’t
know understand what it’s like, to helplessly watch your mate die.”

“But I do know
what it’s like, Jules,” Pat said softly and Jules suddenly felt like he’d been
brutally kicked in the gut. It felt like he was the biggest bastard in the
world.

“I know what it’s
like to let sorrow and grief consume you until you no longer feel like you’re
living.”

The pure and undistilled
anger whirling inside Jules like a storm waiting to erupt suddenly dissipated.
Pat was right of course. Who was he to judge who suffered worse? Was Pat
luckier or worse off that he had to slowly watch his mate die, while Jules had
to relieve every moment of Cole’s murder?

When they looked
inside each other’s souls, Jules couldn’t shake off the memory of the frail,
nearly skeletal figure lying in the hospital bed and the emotions that ate at
Pat relentlessly like a slow-killing disease.

“Maybe it’s our
grief that drew us together, Jules,” Pat said finally. “I know what I did was
wrong, but I won’t stop you from what you need to do. Are you still willing to
take me along?”

Jules was
speechless. Even after all that, the other man still wanted to help him?

“I don’t know,
Pat. Like you said, this is dangerous—”

“Then we just have
to make sure we don’t die, don’t we?” Pat interrupted, rewarding him with a shy
smile. Gone was the dominant wolf that seduced him just
now,
and Jules thought he rather liked both sides of Pat.

“Yeah, I guess
you’re right.” Jules didn’t have to say another word.

A chocolate furred
wolf took the man’s place and he soon joined it. Together, they ran towards
certain death.

Chapter Seven

It was Jules who found
the trail first. He caught the sickening but faint coppery smell of blood near
the river that speared through the woods and led up to the mountains. Just
ahead of the bank, he lowered his muzzle and felt the wetness on his nose.

The blood was
fresh and more of it lay in droplets over the leaf-strewn forest ground. Beside
him, Pat snarled softly and began to sniff out the area. The blood being fresh
was an encouraging thought. They could still save whoever the killer had in his
grasp.

Jules suspected
that a new wolf was taken. The victim must’ve struggled hard, for his blood lay
in messy splatters across the ground, its crimson shade a startling color
against the autumn browns and oranges.
The
killer must’ve taken one of the local wolves and Pat knows who it is.
Jules
nudged the furry shoulder of his mate, reminding him now was the time to be
careful. Pat rumbled his annoyance, but seemed to get his gist.

Pat even let Jules take the lead. He found the empty syringe a few
feet from the site of the struggle. Pat angrily sniffed at it, baring his teeth
at the large syringe as if it could bite.
That
thing could knock down a horse
. Jules wasn’t surprised by the discovery,
since the killer always meticulously prepared for his abductions. Except this
time, he had to sate his cravings to kill as fast as he could before Jules and
Pat, or the local pack could rip him to shreds.

Jules loped deeper
into the trail leading up the mountains, careful not to make any unnecessary
sound that would alert the killer. He also made sure not to step on any traps
the killer may have set. It wasn’t overtly hard following the trail either.
They just had to follow the scent of fresh blood.