Winter’s Wolf by Tara Lain Page B

took a nice-sized bite of one shiny apple.
    “Ow.”
    “Hurt?”
    “Yeah. Hurts good.”
    He lapped his tongue across one cheek, then the other, applied his thumbs, and pulled the globes apart, revealing a lovely valley that smelled like soap and sex. Just a little taste. He wiggled his tongue around the rim.
    “Hunpft.”
    “Hunpft good or bad?”
    “Very, very good.”
    He licked his finger, slipped the tip into Matt’s hole, then pulled out and followed up with his tongue. The slight loosening from his forefinger let him get a half inch inside and do some tongue-fucking.
    “Oh God, yes, Winter, right there. Like that.” Matt waggled his hips like a crazy man, head thrown back and butt shining.
    Clearly, Matt liked stuff in his ass. Oh man, dream come true. “Want something bigger?”
    “Why do you think I came here?”
    His breath caught, and a little pin stuck in his heart. Okay, weird. Next thing he knew he’d be saying “You only want me for one thing.” Shit, Thane. Get your cock in there and stop longing to be appreciated for your fine personality. “Yeah.”
    He unzipped. Wearing underwear as a werewolf just wasted time, so commando made it easy to pull out his dick.
    Matt craned his neck to look behind him. “I want to see.”
    Winter laughed and stroked. “What? This old thing?”
    Matt turned abruptly and faced him. “I want to see it going in.”
    “Anatomically difficult, but sexy as hell.”
    Matt kicked off his pants and briefs. “Maybe I can put my legs around your waist.”
    “I like the way you think, but front or back, we need lots of lube, baby.”
    “There are several packets in my jeans.”
    “You did come prepared.”
    “Think of me as the Boy Scout of fucking.”
    Winter pawed through the jeans until he found the little packets, ripped with his teeth, and squirted the cool liquid into his hand.
    Matt reached out and swiped some with his finger. “You do you and I’ll do me.”
    “Not very romantic.”
    “Efficient. Need that cock in here fast.” He shoved two fingers coated with goo into his own ass, came back for more, and moved up to three. “Of course, I may have to try fisting to get ready for King Kong.” He chortled.
    “You flatter me, sir.”
    “All I can.” He grinned. “Ready when you are, KK.”
    A laugh popped from his lips. “Okay, okay, don’t rush me.” He pulled a condom from his pocket—all for show—and slid it over his bare dick, then slicked on the remainder of the lube still clinging to his palm.
    “Are you finally ready? We’re burning moonlight.”
    Winter glanced up at the huge, glimmering marshmallow in the sky. “Funny how they say the man in the moon.”
    “She’s a bitch in heat as far as I’m concerned.”
    Winter glanced at Matt. The pleasant, nice-guy face definitely possessed a maniacal edge tonight. Mr. Hyde, maybe? Hell, whoever he was, Winter wanted in. “Yeah, I’m ready. But I’ll bet you can see better if you sit on me.”
    Matt’s eyes widened with lust. “You don’t mind lying in the dirt?”
    “Just your regular for me, but I’ll use my sweater if it seems more civilized.”
    “Civilized is not my goal.”
    Winter sat down on the soft ground beneath the tree, his eyes never leaving Matt’s, stroking his cock with lube the whole time. He leaned back on his arms so KK, as Matt called it, stuck straight up from his lap. “Climb aboard.”
    Matt blew breath noisily between his lips. “Man, that is gorgeous.” He straddled Winter’s lap and slowly lowered his bare butt, his own cock pointing toward his chin. “Can you see?”
    “Yeah, perfect view.”
    He leaned his head down, then shook it. “No way I can see my ass in this position.”
    “Next time I’ll bring a mirror.”
    Matt’s face got—funny. Sort of sad and concerned. Just a flash, and then he smiled. “You be my mirror. Tell me what you see.”
    “Okay.” Winter glued his eyes to the interface of cock and ass. “I see a pretty pink pucker