Touch My Wolf
My Wolf

Excerpt

Gamble opened his eyes in the lockup, hating every day, hating the four walls that kept him from running free in the woods. If he could get loose, he’d kill them all. They’d already murdered his Alpha along with a few others. None of them deserved his mercy. None, except… He thought of the man he’d seen the day before, tall and well built. Gamble had him by a good head at least, but the man exuded authority. He wasn’t the Alpha of this pack. He’d seen that one, and when he got his chance, he’d take him out.

But this man, the one that visited him was familiar. Gamble was sure he hadn’t seen him before. He’d been too occupied with getting to his leader before that bastard killed him to notice anyone else around. Gamble closed his eyes and brought up an image of the man in his head. Caution and suspicion had clouded those eyes, but behind them he saw kindness. He had no patience for such a thing. Kindness meant weakness in his book, and that guaranteed his victory when he got loose.

For all his determination, he couldn’t deny there was something special about this man. Who was he? He had a strong, sexy body with a nice big cock if the bulge in his pants was any clue. Gamble had fucked his leader plenty of times, so he knew what turned him on. Maybe he would kill them all and save him for last. Then he’d satisfy his lust with that one before he ended his existence as well.

Outside his door, someone unbolted the small square that would allow them to slide his food in to him. He sat up and waited. His time was coming.

Instead of the compartment opening like he expected, Gamble was surprised that the door itself slid back. He was about to spring forward when the man from the day before stepped inside and shut himself in with Gamble. Crouched on the bed, fully clothed but with his feet bare, Gamble weighed what to do. If he attacked and killed the man here, they’d just open the door just enough to fill his ass with lead. If he bided his time, he might be able to escape to do more damage to them. That decided, he didn’t move or take his eyes off of his prey.

Gamble breathed in deep. The man’s scent intoxicated him and made him want to get a taste. He bet he could make the guy come in his mouth with just a few licks. All of these thoughts and his lust he kept hidden, knowing he gave nothing away, even in his expression.

“I’m Blaine,” the guy said, standing by the door but not appearing afraid. “I rushed out so fast yesterday, I didn’t get to tell you. I remember you said your name is Gamble. Norse, right? You’re full-blooded fenrir, like us.”

I’m nothing like you.

Gamble bared his teeth, knowing they were those of the wolf inside of him. When he wasn’t in his full animal form, he remained like he was now. He had no need to connect with humans or live among them. If he didn’t pick up on the shifter blood running in Blaine’s veins, he would never know he wasn’t human by the look of him.

“I thought maybe we could get to know one another and become friends,” Blaine suggested. “Anyway, I told the guard that I would bring in your lunch today so we can talk.”

Told not asked, Gamble thought. So he was someone in charge. The Beta maybe. Gamble narrowed his eyes and caught a new scent, one he hadn’t picked up on the man yesterday. He left the bed in a heartbeat and sent the tray flying against the wall. Gamble crashed into the man and thumped him bodily on the door behind him.

Someone called out, “Blaine, you want me to open the door?”

“No, it’s fine,” Blaine answered. “I told you. Not until I tell you. Everything’s good.” The fact was Gamble had his hand around Blaine’s throat, and he squeezed. Nothing Blaine could do would get him off. He was a good judge of strength and while this shifter was strong, he didn’t match Gamble by a mile.

Gamble blocked him in, aware of the big chest muscles rising and falling, the nostrils flared. Blaine had called on the inner beast’s strength, so his teeth were pointed as well. Both his hands covered Gamble’s and tugged to keep him from crushing his windpipe. With impersonal interest on the outside, Gamble curiously sniffed at Blaine. He leaned in close and ran his nose along Blaine’s neck. He allowed his body to come closer so that they brushed in length. His thigh pushed against Blaine’s crotch, and the smaller man winced. Gamble didn’t do it enough to hurt him, but Blaine seemed to expect it.

Gamble sniffed him again. Not one, but two men. Two had been close enough to him to leave their scent, an aroma of sex, even though most of it had been washed away. He couldn’t imagine why that should make rage boil inside of him. Two men—two shifters—had fucked Blaine. Gamble snarled.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Blaine said, pulling at his arm.

Gamble thought his cock had gone hard, but he focused on the man’s lips, wondering what he would be like to kiss. Maybe no better or worse than any other man he’d been with. Definitely not as good as it had been with his Alpha. A fresh wave of anger surged over him, and he pulled Blaine forward only to slam him again.

“If you kill me now, there’s no way you’ll get out of here alive,” Blaine explained. “You understand that much, don’t you?”

Gamble couldn’t resist talking to him, although he wanted to pretend he didn’t get it. “You scared?”

Blaine sneered. “Hardly. I’ve been in fights with tougher men than you.”

“No,” Gamble told him. “You haven’t.”

Their lips almost touched, Gamble with his head ducked, Blaine looking up at him. He wouldn’t give an inch. That much was plain to see. Gamble would have to take whatever he wanted. He’d never forced a man. He never had to, and his real interest had only ever been in his Alpha. They weren’t mated, but Gamble had hoped to be the only one. He never was.

Rather than kiss Blaine, he turned him and pushed him to the door with his back to Gamble. He kept hold of Blaine’s throat but loosened his hold and reached in front of him to his crotch. At the same time, he raised his thigh enough to brush it along Blaine’s ass.

“Who has been here?” he demanded. “I smell them. Two men.”

Blaine stiffened. “That’s not your business.”

“It is.” Gamble dipped down so his cock pressed into Blaine’s rear. His shaft twitched, wanting to go deeper. He massaged Blaine’s cock, feeling the length grow and harden. He let go and slid higher to the button on his jeans.