Page 56 of Double Shot

He was like a completely different person from the beastly, snarling Fenrir I’d seen fighting that orc at Club Cratos, or the guy who’d confidently shoved his dick through the glory hole at Gargy’s. Or even the werewolf who’d answered the door and brazenly dropped his towel in front of me just a half hour ago.

I understood. I got it. There were times and scenarios and situations that allowed us to act differently, to remove ourselves from… well, ourselves. Just a little.

I didn’t feel the need to do it myself, but I was best friends with Nat, who seemed like the most confident, outgoing, self-assured person on the planet. But I’d been there for the nights of uncontrollable tears after a breakup or a rough day, the bouts of depression that made him turn in on himself and become a shell, the self-doubt behind the highly polished exterior.

So I got it.

“That’s okay.” I gave Brian an easy smile. “I talk enough for two, anyway.”

His lips turned up into a tiny smile in return, drawing my gaze down to them. My heart stuttered. They looked firm but soft. His lower lip was a little pouty, and it was so fucking pretty. I wanted to suck on it.

Lucifer, I wanted to kiss this big, gorgeous, shy werewolf so much.

“Sorry I had to leave so suddenly.” I nodded at the door. “Had to get d-bag Harold checked in.”

“No, it’s fine.” He picked at the edge of the desk, keeping his eyes downturned. Then, as pink flooded his cheeks again, he blurted, “I just wish I’d got to do something for you too.”

My dick pulsed, belly tightening with a rush of arousal. I could remember just how good his cock had felt inside me in that dirty locker room at Cratos, and how that big hand had encased my entire length as I came into his fist. I darted another look at his pretty mouth, my insides swooping as I pictured it engulfing my cock. His pink tongue sliding all over me, making my dick slick and shiny, lapping at my balls, licking up my pre-cum.

His nostrils flared, and I realised with a jolt that I was pumping out pheromones thick and fast. I wasn’t sure why I reacted so strongly to him. Maybe it was because my body already knew just how hard he could make me come, and how satisfying his orgasms were to that insatiable knot of hunger inside me.

Or maybe it was just him.

“Well…” I wet my lips, gaze darting around the front office. I wondered whether he’d be offended or enthusiastic if I suggested he get under my desk and stay there for the rest of my shift. “We could—”

The door banged open, snapping both our heads up. Harold was striding in brandishing a TV remote, his face turning puce.

“I can’t even find out if the TV does work because there are no damn batteries in the—Oh.” He stopped abruptly when he saw Brian, who was straightening to his full height as that frown lowered his brows again. All the righteous anger drained from Harold’s face. “I… I didn’t realise you were still with another guest.”

“I’m not a guest,” Brian said before I could speak. He crossed his arms over his chest, making his huge biceps pop under his thin, navy shirt. “I’m motel security. Our front of house staff were being subjected to a lot of verbal abuse by guests. General rudeness, speciesist language, that sort of thing. So I’m here to make sure that doesn’t happen. It’s not going to happen tonight, is it?”

Harold went pale, darting a glance at me. “Oh. I see. Uh… very good. Yes. I mean no. Can’t have the, uh, employees of this fine establishment being… being treated that way.”

“Was there a problem with your room?” I asked him politely, shoving down the urge to squeal and immediately send a voice note to Nat to tell him a big, hunky werewolf was defending my honour. Oh my Lucifer, swoon.

“No.” Harold shook his head and fumbled for the door handle behind him. “No problem at all. It’s all… It’s very… tastefully decorated.”

“Thank you.” I smiled brightly. “Room fourteen has the purple snakeskin sheets, right? They’re my favourite.”

Harold cleared his throat, already backing out of the room. “That’s right. Yes. Very good. Well, thank you again.”

“If you need anything, I’ll be right here,” I called after him.

“So will I,” Brian added in a calm, quiet voice that sent a little shiver of lust down my spine. He was just so intimidating. And muscly. Did I mention muscly?

The moment Harold was gone, however, and we were left alone, all that quiet confidence seemed to bleed from him. Our eyes met, and I offered him a shy smile, and his cheeks bloomed with pink again before he looked away.

My heart pinched. Unholy fuck, he was so cute.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He gestured toward the door then rubbed the side of his neck, wide shoulders hunching. “Um, impose or… I just didn’t want him to talk to you badly again. I’ll go back to my—”

“No,” I blurted. “I mean… you don’t have to. If you want to stay here.”

I suppressed my cringe of embarrassment. Why the Hell would he want to stay here in this dingy motel front office with me?

“Okay,” he croaked, then looked around for somewhere to sit.

I jumped up out of my chair and hurried around the desk to grab one of the brown bouclé armchairs that had been here since the place opened. When I started dragging it across the floor, Brian hurried over.