Lynx Northern Shifters 3

didn’t stop. So despite all of Jonah’s fears, he leaned towards Trey. When Trey didn’t back away, when Trey stood strong as if ready to take Jonah’s weight, he nestled in Trey’s arm, asking for a hug that was easily given, and Jonah buried his face into the crook between Trey’s shoulder and neck.
An awful relief flowed through him, like he’d been starving and hadn’t realized it. The knowledge that Trey would have to push him away, and soon, didn’t stop Jonah from lifting an arm and hugging Trey back. Still he was careful to keep his body angled away so Trey wouldn’t feel his erection.
“All right” was all Trey said, in that reassuring way of his, and even if he seemed resigned, he sounded…affectionate. That was a good sign, right? Maybe Jonah wouldn’t wreck everything that lay between them. They stood there for the longest time, Trey endlessly patient, until Jonah’s breathing came under control. All the while Trey repeated his assurance that it was all right, that Jonah was fine.
Eventually, because it wasn’t in Jonah to end this, Trey set him slightly apart, and Jonah could feel his gaze on him while he stared at the door he’d tried to escape through.
Trey cleared his throat, the noise more amused than embarrassed. “This wasn’t what I planned, for all kinds of reasons, and I’m willing to explain some of them, but…you’ve convinced me we need to take care of you.”
Despite being puzzled by Trey’s words and by the suggestive tone of his voice, Jonah couldn’t look up and see what was on Trey’s face. Not quite yet.
Then ever so lightly, Trey passed a hand over Jonah’s rock-hard but flannel-covered erection. He would have jumped twenty meters, except Trey’s arm around his shoulders held him steadily in place so he jerked under Trey’s hold. When he lifted his eyelashes to look at Trey, there wasn’t censure or anger on the wolf’s face. Just a strange openness Jonah had never seen before.
Then Trey smiled.

Chapter Eight
    Jonah gaped while his heart started jackhammering again.
Trey shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
At the moment, Jonah had no clue, bewildered that Trey was okay with his erection. What were the
    odds that Trey liked men too?
“Okay, let’s get some things out in the open.”
It wasn’t even in Jonah to nod, but he didn’t have to as Trey ran a hand down his arm, linked their
    hands together and pulled him over to the recently made cot. Trey pushed Jonah down to sit then straddled the cot so he surrounded Jonah. He felt a bit like a puppet while Trey lifted Jonah’s knees across Trey’s muscular thigh. Trey’s bent leg rested against Jonah’s back.
    “You’ve been deprived of human contact, human company. You know that.” Instead of demanding a response, Trey nuzzled Jonah’s neck, his beard rasping skin, his tongue lapping lightly as if for a taste. Jonah shivered in Trey’s arms.
    Trey took Jonah’s chin in his hand and forced him to look directly at him. “Have you been with anyone, Jonah?”
Jonah blinked, mesmerized by how large Trey’s pupils were. It made the blue irises deepen in color.
“Sexually, I mean,” Trey clarified. “You’re going to have to give me some answers here, because I have this thing about consent and I’ll need it from you before anything happens between us.”
Jonah swallowed, tried to pull together his ragged self-control and understand what Trey was asking of him. His dick was so hard, he was almost crying from want of relief, and he thought if Trey nuzzled him again, he might come then and there.
What Trey would make of that, he didn’t know and he couldn’t think far enough ahead to care.
“All right,” Trey said and held him until Jonah found he could talk into Trey’s shoulder.
“No one. There’s never been…opportunity.”
“That’s what I thought,” Trey murmured. “Okay, you have to tell me what you want now.”
Jonah set his teeth and spoke. “I jerk off after I shift back to human. Otherwise, I can’t think clearly.”
“You want to go ahead now?”
He pulled back to see if Trey was laughing at his expense but he was serious.
“Or I can give you a helping hand…”
Jonah thought if his flaming-red face became any hotter he was going to self-combust. Trey must have seen something because his eyelids went to half-mast and he placed a palm on Jonah’s hot cheek.
Next thing he knew Trey’s mouth connected with Jonah’s and Trey’s tongue swept inside,