A Sheep In Wolf's Clothing (Welsh Wolves) (5 page)

He walked down the hall. His bedroom door was wide open. Kieve peered around the corner and choked back a laugh.

The wolf lay on his bed, its nose buried beneath Kieve’s pillow.

“Your owners really have spoiled you, haven’t they?” Kieve walked to the side of the mattress. “No. You are not sleeping in my bed.”

The wolf whined and pressed forward, pushing deeper into Kieve’s pillow. The animal’s tail thumped against the bed. After a few seconds, the wolf raised his head and looked back at Kieve as if to say, “I’m already here. Come pet me.”

“Damn, you are just too cute.” And Kieve wasn’t overly confident he could drag the wolf back into his office. Giving up, Kieve sighed and crawled into bed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He nudged the wolf over and the animal wiggled to the side, not going far but leaving Kieve much space. He stretched out and the wolf was there, pressing against his side, tapping Kieve’s hand with his nose. “Now, none of that. I’m letting you stay, but you need to sleep.”

As if disappointed but willing to take what he could get, a heavy sigh left the animal’s chest. He sank down on the mattress, and closed his eyes.

“I’ve got to be crazy,” Kieve whispered in the dark. He placed his hand on the dog’s side and let his own eyes close.

He must have fallen asleep though he didn’t really remember it.

Kieve heard the doggy whimpers and reached behind him to soothe the animal, patting the wolf on the shoulder.

Only instead of fur, his hand connected with skin. Warm smooth skin.

He sat up and whipped around, staring down at the man in his bed. Impossible. There should be a dog, wolf, whatever.

The guy raised his head and smiled up at Kieve, the grin wicked and tempting.

“Crazy dream, huh?” The deep cool voice crept across his skin like a caress.

“Dream.” Yes, it had to be a dream. He’d gone to bed with a dog beside him. He couldn’t wake up next to a very naked man. Vivid blue eyes stared at him framed by a stark shock of black and grey hair. The shoulder-length locks matched the wolf’s coat.

Fuck. I’m dreaming about an animal?

His dream man slipped his hand beneath the blankets, strong fingers sliding over Kieve’s thigh.

Dazed, his senses clicked, telling him he was awake even in the middle of a dream.

“I’m going to be so disappointed when I wake up and realize you’re not real.”

The beautiful man smiled. “Maybe I can make the memory worth the disappointment.” His fingers stroked higher, sliding just to the base of Kieve’s cock. “What’s your name, lovely?”

“Kieve,” he whispered sinking down on the pillows as the man rose over him.

“That’s a beautiful name.” He slid one strong thigh between Kieve’s legs, brushing against his hard cock. “Goes with a beautiful man.”

His dream lover never met his gaze, tipping his head down and brushing his lips across Kieve’s shoulder. A soft flick of a tongue sent a shiver across Kieve’s skin.

“Lovely,” his dream lover whispered. He bent down and stroked his tongue across Kieve’s nipple. The tiny caress sent a wicked jolt into his groin. He blinked and stared up at the ceiling as the man lingered at Kieve’s chest, delicate kisses interspersed with tiny sharp bites. The little bits of pain spiraled through his core and practically squeezed his dick.

The sexy dream man repeated the licks and bites, making Kieve’s nipples ache before he finally sucked one flat peak into his mouth. Kieve arched up into the caress, his cock tenting the pajama bottoms he wore to bed. Heat poured through the thin material as his lover gently rocked against Kieve’s groin, their cocks brushing against each other.

“Fuck, you taste good.” Dream guy stroked his tongue across the tight nipple as if wanting another sample. “I wonder how you’ll taste coming in my mouth.”

Kieve groaned. Damn, he loved a good verbal fuck. He’d always wanted Mitch, his ex, to do a little phone sex while he was traveling, but Mitch said it made him feel silly.

That must be why Kieve created a dream lover who would talk to him, tell him how he was going to fuck him.

The elastic band of his pajama bottoms pulled away from his skin. He lifted his hips as his lover dragged the material down. Instantly, his lover ran his fingers along the full length of the shaft, as if learning his cock by touch.

“Damn, lovely, that’s one pretty cock.” He bent forward and placed a kiss on the tip, licking off the drop of pre-come pearling on the tip. “It’s going to feel so good in my mouth.” Another lick. “Hard and smooth.”

He swirled his tongue around the head and Kieve thought his eyes would explode. He groaned and arched his hips up, tapping the end of his cock against his lover’s lips, begging for entrance.

“Hmm, greedy. I like that in a lover.” He leaned in and buried his nose in the crease between Kieve’s thigh and groin. “Fuck, you even smell good.”

Kieve slipped his hand around the back of his lover’s neck, carding his fingers through the long, silky strands of hair. He tried to lead his lover’s mouth back to the head of his cock, but the dreamy man resisted, placing a hot kiss at the base of his shaft.

“Damn, you do smell good, but I can’t wait to cover you in my scent. Mark you so the others know you belong to me.”

Kieve chuckled. Leave it to him to come up with a dream lover who acted like an animal, wanting to mark him.

“You are not peeing on me,” he chuckled.

His lover raised his head and met his gaze. The bright blue eyes seemed just a little off, still hungry, still alert but not quite focused.

“No, I want to
come
on you, come inside you. Rub my seed into your skin until I become a part of you. Until every part of you smells like me.”

Kieve’s cock jumped. “Fuck, why does that sound so sexy?”

“Because you want it.” He trailed his tongue up the full length of Kieve’s shaft. “You want to belong to me. Want me to claim you.” He lapped at the head again. “You want me to fuck you hard and sink my teeth into your skin, while my dick is buried in your tight ass.”

The image filled Kieve’s brain—his dream lover, slamming into him, fucking him hard and deep, then biting him.

The fantasy was too much, too close. He arched up, silently begging for the sexy mirage to suck him.

“Don’t worry, lovely. I’m going to take care of you.” Those wicked, blank eyes peered up at him. “Want you to come in my mouth.”

Kieve ground his teeth together. His lover had barely touched him and he could come. And even though it was just a dream, he wanted to feel those lips on his shaft.

As if his dream lover could hear his thoughts—and of course he could because he was a dream, no matter how real he felt—the sexy man smiled.

“Patience, lovely.” He licked the head again. A heated spike ran through Kieve’s cock to the base of his spine.

“I’m going to come.” It had been a long time since he’d felt another’s touch and even though it was a dream and he
knew
it was a dream, it was real enough to send him over the edge quickly.

“Not yet, lovely.”

Rough strong fingers tightened at the base of his cock, squeezing, pulling him back just a bit.

“I want a good taste before you fill my mouth.”

The grip on his shaft eased. His dream lover smiled and bent down. He opened his mouth and swallowed Kieve’s cock. He couldn’t quite take it all, but fuck, Kieve didn’t care. His lover retreated, sucking hard, practically pulling the come from his body.

Kieve ground his teeth together, fighting the urge to come, wanting to enjoy the wicked sensations a little longer. But his lover was too good. He sucked and licked, his head bobbing up and down, his strong hands holding Kieve’s hips in place, not giving him a chance to move. He couldn’t thrust, all he could do was take what the sexy man gave him.

Damn, he loved a man strong enough to dominate him.

Because of his size, it usually ended up the other way around but obviously in his dreams, his need to be taken came to the surface.

The silky strands of his lover’s long hair teased the space between his fingers. The man rolled his head. Kieve’s first thought was he didn’t want Kieve’s touch, but when he pulled back, his lover whimpered, the sound barely escaping around his cock.

Then Kieve realized his lover wanted him to touch, wanted him to pet. Just like the wolf.

Kieve stroked his palm across the sleek hair, murmuring softly. “So good, baby.”

His lover groaned and sucked even harder. Kieve lost the ability to speak. He caressed his dream lover’s head and let the wild sensations rush through him.

“Baby, I’m—” He wanted to warn the man he was coming, but he couldn’t get the words out in time. The orgasm raced through his cock and he flooded the guy’s mouth.

Like any dream, his lover drank him down, humming his pleasure.

Kieve collapsed into the mattress, his muscles worthless as the tension escaped his body. His lover licked him clean, murmuring soft words, easing him back into a dreamless state.

His lover shifted away and pressure crushed Kieve’s chest.

“No, stay.” He couldn’t bear the thought of losing this man.

“I’m not going anywhere, lovely. I’ll be right here.” A hot kiss pressed against his shoulder. “Close your eyes and go back to sleep.”

Kieve chuckled. “But I’m already asleep.”

“I know. Just sleep. I’ll be here.”

Comforted by the presence of the other man, Kieve let the dream fade away.

Reese held himself still as sleep re-claimed Kieve’s mind. The change was subtle, his fingers relaxing, the way he shifted, turning a little toward Reese.

When he was sure Kieve was asleep, Reese rolled away, laying on his back and staring blankly into the darkness. What the hell had he done? He’d been unable to stop the wolf from acting like a damn puppy, begging to sleep in the man’s bed.

But then the freakin’ animal had retreated, leaving Reese naked next to the hottest body he’d ever felt. The wolf mentally licked his lips. The damn thing had gotten what it wanted—or almost. He’d been able to taste his mate, absorb the sexy male scent.

Reese reached down. His own cock was rock hard. He hadn’t allowed himself to come. There would have been no way to explain the stain on the sheets. So, he was just going to have to live with it.

He eased over to the side and slipped off the bed, doing his best not to jostle Kieve’s sleeping form.

Kieve. Nice name. It had a familiar ring to it, but he couldn’t place it. Moving slowly to avoid kicking anything in his path, he slipped from the room, going once again on his search for a phone. He had to find a real phone with buttons. He couldn’t dial a touch screen. He’d call Dex and tell him to find him. He had the guy’s first name and knew he was a vet. Surely Dex could figure it out from there.

He crept down the hall, sensing when the room opened up into a larger space. All he had to do was—

His toe slammed into something and he couldn’t contain the surprised yelp. He reached down and felt the soft back of a couch.

“Son of a—”

The rustling of sheets silenced him and he threw himself over the couch, landing on the cushions before rolling to the ground. He took a deep breath and willed the wolf to return. Familiar pain tore through his muscles. Damn, it wasn’t good to be making this many changes in a short space of time. It took longer, the wolf less eager to appear, his bones and muscles rebelling against the constant shifts.

He forced the change and collapsed to the ground just as footsteps padded into the living room.

“Wolf?” Kieve called cautiously. The animal tried to answer, but the sound came out as a whine.

Kieve came around the front of the couch and sat down. “What’s wrong, baby?”

His fingers slid through Reese’s fur and he couldn’t stop another whimper from escaping. He was so tired and the man’s touch felt so good. He leaned into the caress.

“Let’s get you back to bed.” The man stood up and Reese tried to follow. He put his paw on the ground and pain radiated through his body. “Oh, I’m sorry, I should have re-cast that. You were running so well, I forgot. Come on.”

Instead of heading to the bedroom, Kieve led him back to the office, walking slowly. Normally, a break would heal quickly, but with all the shifts between human and wolf, his body didn’t seem to know what to do.

Kieve lifted-helped him onto the cold table and quickly re-set the broken leg. Kieve’s sexy voice calmed him, soft whispers about how pretty he was, how strong and powerful. A hot pinch on his ass was all the warning he got. Panic raced through his mind and he tried to run, but the exhaustion in his muscles combined with the quick- acting anesthesia, made him unable to move.

“Sh, it’s okay, baby.” His mate’s voice soothed away some of the animal’s fear, but it only increased the human’s. “I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. You sleep and everything will be better in the morning.”

The words filled his quickly fogging mind. Too many memories of the lab, of being drugged and fucked. He whimpered as he finally let sleep claim him.

* * * * *

Kieve pushed open the office door. The exam table was empty. He looked around and found the wolf lying near the door. The animal raised his head. Those blank eyes met Kieve’s stare, but the wolf didn’t rush to greet him. Instead, he turned away, putting his head back on his paws, facing the door.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you hurt?” He crouched down beside the animal, but the wolf squirmed away, as if he didn’t want Kieve to touch him.
What happened to the happy, affectionate animal from last night?
Damn, it looked like the wolf was pouting.

“Are you mad because I gave you a shot?” He reached out and touched the wolf’s back. The animal arched into the caress. “You were just so restless and I wanted you to sleep.” But the wolf still didn’t look at him. “I’m sorry. I won’t ever do it again.”

The animal sighed and shifted, snuggling back against Kieve’s knees. “Man, this is so weird. Why do I feel like you can understand everything I say?”

Before he could let himself sink into further insanity, the other dogs whined and he remembered he needed to take them all out. He went over to the smaller cages, picked up the puppy and opened the door for the older dog.