Without Reservations by J. L. Langley

washing machine and leaned back into his mate.
    “Umph.” Chay nibbled his way down Keaton’s shoulder.
    Goose bumps raced up his arms. “Did you finish putting the doggy door in?”
    “Ummm…” The hand around his chest slid up under his shirt and pinched his nipple.
    Keaton squealed. It was quite undignified, but he couldn’t help it. His nipples were sensitive. Chay had found that out by accident the other night and had been playing with them ever since.
    The hand fondling his balls slipped up to rub his erection through his jeans, pressing him closer to his lover. His cock got even harder.
    Chay’s prick was like a brand against the small of his back. God, he loved knowing Chay got hard for him.
    Chay’s hair fell over Keaton’s shoulder as he nuzzled his face into the crook of Keaton’s neck, licking and nibbling. It tickled but it felt good too. Keaton tried to reach up behind him and wrap his hands around Chay’s neck, but Chay drew back, turning him around to face him.
    Chay grabbed his ass and pulled Keaton roughly up against him. Yeah, someone was really horny. Keaton’s feet left the floor as Chay brought their hips together.
    Keaton scrambled to brace his hands behind him on the washer.
    “You drive me crazy, baby. I came in here to ask you if you wanted to eat before we go hunting and I see that tight little ass of yours bent over getting soap. Fuck, you’re sexy.” Chay’s voice sounded deep and sultry as he thrust his hips against Keaton’s.
    Make that two someones who were really horny. That smooth, sexy voice made Keaton’s prick jerk and his balls draw tighter. He moved his hips against Chay, staring into his big brown eyes. Fuck, the man was a walking wet dream.
    “Pull your shirt up.” Chay’s eyes closed. When he opened them again they glowed amber.
    “What?”
    “Pull your shirt up,” he growled.
    “I can’t, I’ll fall.”
    “No, you won’t, I have you. Let go of the washer and grab my neck.”
    He did as directed, taking hold of Chay’s shoulder with one hand and picking his shirt up with the other.
    Chay dipped his head and caught Keaton’s nipple between his teeth, all the while still moving their dicks together through their pants.
    Keaton’s whole body jerked and he hissed out a breath at the sting of teeth on his nipple. His cock throbbed inside his jeans and his body tingled.
    Chay moved over to the other nipple, then raised his head. His teeth elongated. Chay’s control waned with the onset of the full moon.
    Keaton knew he better do something before he ended up dry humping a wolf on the floor of the laundry room. As sad as it sounded, he was so damned turned on he’d do just that. He leaned forward, sank his teeth into Chay’s shoulder and ground his hips harder against Chay’s. “Faster, Chay.” Chay had to be close, because Keaton was about to lose his damned mind. He felt his eyes blur as they shifted, and closed them.
    Finally Chay cried out against him, his hips moving erratically as he came.
    Keaton climaxed almost immediately. His body stiffened against his mate. His balls drew tight and emptied into his pants. “Oh fuck. Chayton!”
    Chay set Keaton’s feet on the floor before their bodies stopped shaking with climax.
    Keaton’s knees gave out and he slid to the ground.
    Chay followed. It took Keaton several seconds to realize Chay was shifting. He lay there and watched as Chay finished shifting into a large, solid black wolf. Damn, the man was even beautiful as a lupine.
    Keaton smiled and pulled Chay’s shirt off him.
    Chay crawled out of his jeans and Keaton divested him of his boxers. The fur on Chay’s belly and sides were wet.
    Keaton chuckled. “You are going to have dried cum stuck to your fur.”
    Chay growled then licked him in the face.
    “Okay, okay, I’ll wipe you up. As soon as my legs start working again.”
    Chay lay down beside him, idly licking his chin, his lips, his neck.
    He scratched behind Chay’s ears and buried his