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Authors: J.L. Langley
grabbed the phone and dialed Jake’s
    cellphone. While the phone rang, he lit the fireplace to the
    right of his bed.
    The ringing ceased only to be replace with loud music and
    Jake’s garbled, “‘lo?”
    “Jake?”
    “You sure you don’t want to come down here? The whole
    gang is here, the night is still young.” Jake shouted over the
    loud sounds of the bar.
    Leaning on the mantle, Rhys stared into the glowing fire. “No,
    listen, is Gadget with you?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Well tell him that Logan is here with me. I’ve got Sterling
    too. They’re spending the night.” Rustling came from the bed,
    followed by a thump, probably one of Sterling’s boots.
    “Little shits are drunk, aren’t they?” Jake growled into the
    phone. “If Sterling is driving—”
    “He didn’t. Logan’s girlfriend drove them here in Sterling’s
    Jeep. She was sober. Actually so is Sterling, it’s a long story
    though. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.”
    “All right. I’ll tell 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

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