Page 42 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

Jake doubted human men got the same primal kick that he did. But maybe they weren’t that much different. “You offer up your ass a lot?”

“No, most guys think I want to top. I do sometimes.” He gasped as Jake added a second finger.

“Too much?”

“No. I’m fussy with butt stuff, topping and bottoming.”

With a werewolf’s fingers up his ass, someone might say that was the opposite of fussy. Jake hooked his fingers, brushing Adam’s prostate. His back arched, hips tilting up as though asking for more.

Jake's balls tightened, and his dick throbbed. “Every time you lift your hips, I want to fuck you so bad.” He liked watching Adam’s body silently beg for more.

“Do it.”

“You want me to mount you?” He wanted to hear Adam ask for it. He curved his fingers again.

Adam groaned. “Yes.”

Jake pulled his fingers free and leaned over Adam, resting one paw on the counter. “What about my knot?”

“I want it… It’ll fit. It didn’t look that big.”

“It’s not. I’m not an ogre.”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you later.” Jake pressed the head of his cock against Adam’s slick hole, carefully lining up the tip so the flared head would enter more easily. “If you want me to stop⁠—”

“I want you to start.” Adam pushed his hips back, and Jake gave in, pushing into his hole. There was a little resistance before Adam opened for him.

They both made noises that didn’t sound human. For a heartbeat, Jake wasn’t sure if he should continue or not. Adam moved first, and Jake slid deeper into that hot, tight channel, taking that as the signal that all was good. He placed his other paw on Adam’s shoulder, letting his claws press against the human’s skin as he fucked him, and Adam met every thrust.

Adam dropped his forehead to rest on his hands. A deep moan fell from his lips, then his ass tightened, and his hips jerked. “Fuck.”

The scent of cum filled the air.

Jake wanted to slow down, but Adam demanded more, rocking back as if he hadn’t had enough. Jake’s breath caught, and then it was too late to pull away. His grip on Adam’s shoulder tightened as his knot grew and he came. He pressed hard against Adam’s ass, panting like he’d run for miles and miles.

Adam groaned again. “Oh God, that feels good.”

Jake rested his head against Adam’s, his chest against Adam’s back. “It does.”

“You know the worst thing about this?”

That we’re stuck together? I hope you haven’t changed your mind. “No?”

“My legs want to give out.”

Jake grinned. “If you grab the beers, I’ll take us to the floor.”

“Deal.” Adam lifted his head, located both bottles of beer, and grabbed one in each hand.

Jake put one arm around Adam’s chest and the other around his hips, keeping him close as he sat on the floor with Adam in his lap. He leaned against the kitchen cupboard, right next to the one Adam had made a mess on.

“So you don’t have a choice but to have a cuddle afterward?” Adam handed Jake the remains of his beer.

Jake chuckled. “That’s one way to put it.” It also meant there was no such thing as a quickie, unless he pulled out before knotting. “But I like holding you, too.” He licked the side of Adam’s neck and hugged him tighter to prove his point.

Adam rested his head on Jake’s shoulder. “And I like being held.”