often, but in a strange way, it did always seem to make Corey feel better. It calmed and centered him.
It was probably more of that werewolf emotional connecting that James had explained to him about.
He’d long since become suspicious to the fact that he could only feel these things with James and not any other member of his pack.
“If you have the strength and courage to jump out of a moving van while maintaining your presence of mind to protect yourself during the impact, you can do this.”
Corey wanted to laugh. “Dean taught me how to do that. It wasn’t exactly something I would have thought to do if he hadn’t,” admitted Corey.
James lifted a dark brow at him. “That hunter taught you how to jump out of moving cars?”
Corey needed to explain himself here. “He started teaching me some things after I found out what he’d been doing at night. Said it was in case I ever needed to defend myself.” He couldn’t help the small, stupid laugh that came out of his throat. “Don’t think either of us expected I would be defending myself from him.”
James was watching him carefully now. “What kinds of things has he been teaching you?”
Corey figured he owed the man this explanation. After all, Corey was the one person in his pack who used to have a crazed hunter for a lover. There were still some people who outright avoided Corey or glared as he walked by. He could hardly blame them, either. Tristan, an omega werewolf, was nice to him at least, though he seemed to be carrying around a burden of his own.
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“How to fall, you already know that. I know which star in the sky is the North Star, in case, for whatever reason, I get lost in the night. I know that silver can hurt werewolves, and that crosses cannot hurt
vampires.” He looked up at James, waiting for the man’s anger.
It was strange the way his insides twisted at the thought of the man in front of him snubbing him like those other members of his pack. Maybe Corey had just gotten a little used to James’s kindness, his patience and gentle presence as he tried to teach Corey how to safely be a werewolf.
James’s lips thinned, but his eyes were neither angry nor accusing. “When you were with him, have you ever…?”
He trailed off, and Corey already knew what he was going to ask.
“I never participated in what he did, but they say that doing nothing when horrible things are happening is as bad as actually doing them. Right?”
James released a breath through his nose. He sat down next to Corey and put his hand on his shoulder. The touch was warm and
reassuring. Corey felt instantly relieved before James even said a
word.
“In this case, I’ll be the judge of that. You were being manipulated by a psychopath. That’s not your fault.”
He prayed so hard that James wouldn’t look down and see his erection. Corey shifted on his knees to hide it.
It was so ridiculous. Sex should be the last thing on his mind, but it was all he could think about.
They were both adults, and Corey had no doubt in his mind that James swung that way. If Corey said something, he was pretty sure James would fuck him, but Corey constantly held back. Some of that lasting fear and disbelief over being amongst a pack of werewolves still lingered, it seemed. And then there was Dean, a constant hissing voice inside his mind, threatening all the tortures to Corey and everyone on this land should he find them.
James’s eyes, so dark it was difficult to make out the pupils, just
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kept right on staring into Corey’s.
He shook his head, sighed, and stood up. Corey did the same
before he was on his knees with James’s cock in front of his mouth. A
new terror came upon him. Could James hear his thoughts?
“Let’s head back,” James said, walking back to the main cabin that