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Gadget. See you tomorrow.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Happy New Year, buddy. Later.” Jake hung up.
    There was another thud and more rustling. The bed springs
    bounced.
    Hanging up the phone, Rhys turned and tossed it on the
    upholstered chair next to his bed.
    Sterling lay on Rhys’ side of the bed, propped up on his
    elbow, watching Rhys with a big fanged grin. His short dark
    hair was tousled and his big brown eyes were wolf eyes. It
    gave an otherworldly beauty to his already handsome looks.
    He was lovely.
    The Southwestern patterned comforter and sheets were around
    his hips, leaving his impressive torso bare. The fire cast a
    warm glow over his already golden skin. Goddamn, he’d
    grown into a gorgeous man. He may not be as bulky as Rhys
    but he was certainly more defined. Rhys’ cock twitched in
    appreciation of the mouthwatering dark trail of hair below
    Sterling’s navel.
    Fuck me. Rhys closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his
    nose. Tonight was going to be a test in willpower. “Scoot
    over. You’re on my side of the bed.”
    Sterling sighed, scooted over and flopped onto his back. “You
    want me, don’t deny it.”
    “I never deny it, but it’s still not happening. ” Rhys sat on the
    edge of the bed facing away from Sterling and pulled his socks
    off.
    “Your scent is driving me crazy. I can’t get my eyes to change
    back.” There was some rustling, then a warm hand snaked up
    Rhys’ shirt caressing his back.
    Yeah, he knew the feeling. Only experience kept Rhys’ eyes
    and teeth normal. He wasn’t so sure they’d stay that way
    though. Sterling was getting harder and harder to resist. The
    only time they’d slept this close was in wolf form. On the
    nights of the full moon they nearly always ended up curled
    together after hunting. Which was always so nice and
    peaceful, until they woke naked in human form. Shit. Rhys
    shook his head to clear it. “Go to sleep.” Standing,
    he stripped off his sweat pants and t-shirt leaving his boxers
    on and crawled under the covers.
    Sterling slid closer, flinging his leg over Rhys’. He nuzzled his
    face into Rhys’ neck and his hand roamed to Rhys’ beard.
    “Still think this is cool. Wish I could grow one.”
    Rhys hissed out a breath as Sterling’s thigh inched onto his
    hard cock and his tongue darted out licking up Rhys’ neck.
    Shit, the hard ridge against his side was not covered by
    underwear. “Sterling.”
    Releasing Rhys’ jaw, Sterling bucked, sliding his hard prick
    against Rhys’ side. His hand wormed its way under his leg and
    gripped Rhys’ cock through his boxers.
    Fuck. Rhys’ took a deep breath and wished he hadn’t. The
    scent of Sterling’s arousal made his fangs explode through his
    gums. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He shoved Sterling away. “Get on
    your side of the bed and go to sleep.”
    Sterling growled at him. After a few minutes he rolled onto his
    back. “Fine.”
    Why did he sound so smug? Rhys didn’t care. Sterling had
    stopped, that’s all that mattered.
    For several minutes they lay there in silence and Rhys began
    to hope Sterling would fall asleep. Sterling slept like the dead.
    Once he was asleep, Rhys would be able to sleep and not
    worry about being molested. He could get through this. His
    teeth were even now shrinking.
    The bed moved. The smell of lust increased.
    Rhys rolled onto his side, facing the fire. He loved this house,
    it was going to suck having to leave it when the moved the
    pack.
    The bed moved again and Sterling moaned.
    He knew better than to look, he did, but he couldn’t help
    himself. Rhys rolled over knowing exactly what he’d find and
    already regretting the need to see anyway.
    The covers were pulled back and Sterling’s hand firmly
    gripped his prick, stroking.
    Oh fuck! Rhys sat up, his eyes glued to Sterling’s hand. He
    should make Sterling stop, he should, but damned if he was
    going to. Pushing himself up to lean against the headboard, he
    grabbed Sterling and pulled.
    Sterling let go of his cock and straddled Rhys’ thighs.
    Immediately he reached for Rhys’ prick and pressed his lips to
    Rhys’.
    Damn, he was just so warm and sexy and… Rhys caught
    Sterling’s hand, removing it from his dick but he didn’t even
    try to fight the kiss, he just opened up and let Sterling in.
    Grabbing Rhys’ jaw with both hands, Sterling moaned into his
    mouth and scooted up until his cock rested against Rhys’ bare
    stomach. And damn wasn’t that nice. It would take nothing