Wolf Tales VIII. Kate Douglas
him. He needed that connection, at least now, while he was sharing a part of himself he rarely gave up. “I remember back when I was a resident at Good Samaritan, a big hospital down in southern California, thinking about sex and being too damned tired to do anything about it. After I was injured—it happened during a business trip to San Francisco—I had no idea who or what I was. No identity, no money. Once I was healthy enough, they booted my ass out of the hospital and I ended up on the streets. I fell in with a group of homeless guys. Hell, they’d fuck anything that moved, but that didn’t feel like me, either. Their lack of morality, of direction, bugged me. The ones I ended up with, Deacon, Jazzy, Nick, Matt, and Beth, were all smarter than the rest. More focused on survival, but surviving with a code of honor the others didn’t have.” He stared at his glass and took another sip.
Adam nodded. “There’s an instinctive sense of integrity among Chanku. Ruthless, sometimes, but still honorable. An ability to kill without regret if the pack is threatened, to kill for food, but there’s a powerful sense of family, too. It’s something all of us seem to need. Probably what drew you to your friends in the beginning. A sense of something familiar, even though you didn’t recognize it.”
Logan nodded, mesmerized by the soft glow in Adam’s eyes. He watched the steady tattoo of his pulse at the base of his throat and thought he actually heard the throbbing beat of Adam’s heart, the rush of his blood through veins and arteries.
Without conscious thought, Logan reached for Adam, touched the pulse point in his neck, traced the broad stretch of his shoulder and ran his fingers down his arm. He felt Adam’s thoughts in his head, his curiosity, his need to know more of what Logan had learned about medicine as much as his need to understand the kind of man Logan was now, after essentially living his life as two distinct personalities.
The dedicated doctor, the amnesiac slacker. Which one wanted to share his body with Adam Wolf? Logan set his empty glass down on the bedside table and reached for Adam, vaguely aware he’d suddenly taken the more aggressive role.
Something about Adam drew him, whether it was the calm acceptance and understanding in his eyes, or the powerful sense of self that seemed so much a part of the man.
Adam knew who and what he was. Like Anton Cheval, he accepted his power and shared it without question, yet the need to learn more was a compelling force. The need to know more about others in order to understand himself.
Why Logan found that trait so seductive, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the cognac. Maybe not. Without planning the move, he pulled Adam into his arms. Adam came willingly, all lean muscle and masculine angles and warm male flesh. Logan held him close, traced the seam of his lips with his tongue and explored the soft contours of his mouth.
Another man’s mouth. He couldn’t recall kissing Deacon. Maybe he had…or Mik, either. He had to taste Adam. Adam’s lips were dry, a little chapped and weathered, just like the rest of him. Logan moistened them with his tongue, slipped between and touched teeth and tongue. Adam’s big hand palmed the back of his head and held him close. His breath was hot, sweet, seductive.
Kissing wasn’t really necessary, not for the physical coupling required to link, but Logan needed it, wanted the sense of connection that demanded a total union of taste and touch.
Adam threw one long leg over his thigh and pulled their midsections together. Hip to hip, cock to cock—when Adam’s hot shaft slid across his, Logan gasped and thrust his hips forward.
They grappled, mouths fused, legs twisting and tangling in a sensual wrestling match for domination that brought their bodies closer. Logan’s sense of power grew with each moment of contact, the innate feeling there was something about the two of them together that made each of them stronger.
Adam broke the kiss first, and power shifted. He slipped lower, biting at Logan’s nipples, licking his belly and finally reaching his swollen cock. There was no subtlety, no finesse at all, just pure, male power when he wrapped his lips around Logan’s cock and sucked him deep.
Logan arched his back. He cried out when Adam caught his balls in his hand and squeezed just to the point of pain, but it was pleasure that held him, desire that controlled him. Sucking harder, Adam’s teeth scraped sensitive flesh, his tongue danced along the sleek length of Logan’s shaft.
Adam took him quickly to the point of climax, but he pulled away before Logan lost control. He reared back on his knees, chest billowing in and out with each breath, his mouth and chin slick with his own saliva and Logan’s precum. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and looked down at Logan where he lay, stretched out on the bedcovers.
“Whatever I want,” he said. “Whatever I say. All right?”
Heart pounding, his cock wet and throbbing and his balls tight between his legs, Logan would have promised Adam the moon.
He nodded.
Adam reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a wrapped condom and a tube of lubricant. He set the tube on Logan’s belly as if he were nothing more than furniture and handed the condom to him. “Put this on me.”
Adam leaned forward and planted his hands beside Logan’s head. His cock bobbed obscenely between them. A white bubble of fluid dripped from the slit and landed on Logan’s chest.
Logan shivered and bit back a groan. With teeth and shaking hands, he tore open the package and carefully wrapped his fingers around Adam’s hot length.
Damn, the guy was huge. At least as large as Mik, if not bigger, and he was going to shove that monster up his ass. Logan’s chest tightened, but it wasn’t fear. Pure, unadulterated arousal, an almost manic desire for penetration surged through his body.
He raised his head and caught Adam watching him, watching Logan’s face, not his hands. The two men stared at each other for a moment. Their thoughts were totally blocked, but if the longing written on Adam’s face was as clear on his own, Logan knew there was no doubt of either man’s intentions or desires.
Logan lowered his gaze first. He looked down at his hand, at the tight grasp of his fingers around Adam’s thickly veined cock. The white bubble at the tip had become a steady stream, running down Adam’s shaft, coating Logan’s fingers. It would be so easy to jerk him off, to make Adam come before he had a chance to fuck his ass, but that wasn’t why they were here.
He swallowed, took a deep breath, and placed the condom over Adam’s broad glans, covering just the tip. The pure yet somehow forbidden intimacy of the act, of sheathing another man, made him even hotter. The muscles in his groin and between his legs rippled and clenched almost violently, but he managed to roll the condom down over Adam’s length. He even remembered to leave enough at the tip so that it wouldn’t tear when he ejaculated.
An image filled Logan’s mind, a visual of streams of hot, creamy fluid shooting forcefully from Adam’s cock, caught there within the latex tip of the condom. He imagined the taste…bitter, maybe, or even sweet, but he wouldn’t know. Not this time. As if we’ll do this again.
Logan swallowed convulsively as he smoothed the sheath over Adam’s hard length. Knowing what was coming next, once the condom was in place, sent a stab of heat from the small of his back to his balls.
His buttocks tightened. He released Adam’s sheathed cock and rested his hands beside him on the bed covers.
Adam sat back on his heels and grabbed the tube off Logan’s belly. “Roll over.”
There was no intonation at all in the clipped instructions. Logan had no idea what Adam was thinking, what he truly expected of him. Adam’s mind was closed, the thoughts held back so that Logan acted in a complete void of knowledge.
Adam’s easy domination made Logan’s heart pound. His mouth went dry, his body tingled with expectation and excitement. He was such a control freak. Did Adam know that? Was that the reason he…
“You’re broadcasting. Quit trying to analyze me or what the fuck we’re going to do. Just roll over. I want your ass in the air, knees bent. Fold your arms and put your head down. Close your eyes. Don’t talk