Adam passed his father’s workstation and he had a sudden urge to grab the doctor’s computer and toss it into the flames, but he had Loki in his arms. Then he spotted a flash drive in one of the USB ports. Adam had used computers in his studies and he knew information was stored on memory sticks like that one. If the drive contained information about what went on in this house of horrors, it might help Adam understand the changes in his body. Flames were about to engulf the desk, but Adam knew he could reach the computer quickly. He set Loki down and told him to stay put.
The flash drive was attached to a lanyard. Adam pulled it out of the computer, put it around his neck, and hurried back to the spot where he’d left Loki, but the boy was gone. Panicked, he looked around wildly but couldn’t find him. Adam stifled a curse and forced himself to move on, hoping Loki’s courageous spirit would help him escape.
Pressed in on all sides, Adam let the surging crowd push him toward the main exit of the lab. His luck held out and no one stopped him. The guards were too focused on reaching the door, clawing at each other to get to safety. Carried through the doorway, Adam found himself in unfamiliar territory. The wide hall was filled with gray clouds of smoke, making it even harder to find his way. But it proved to be a blessing in disguise. No one questioned him in all the confusion. He opened door after door until he found a supply closet with scrub suits and white coats. Dressing quickly, he looked for a window. There were none. He would have to find the stairs and get to an upper level. It seemed everyone had the same idea.
Smoke filled the upper floor as well. Both uniformed soldiers and men in white coats were abandoning the fire extinguishers as the flames raged out of control. Heat had shattered the glass in every window and Adam ran for the closest one. A breath of cool night air funneled in and a glimpse of the moon and stars beckoned him.
He heard loud footsteps behind him and someone shouting “Stop.” Smoke obscured his vision, and he couldn’t tell if they were yelling at him. It didn’t matter now. He’d never get a second chance. He had to take this one. A rush of adrenaline gave him added strength. Adam grabbed the sill and prepared to pull himself up.
His joy was short-lived as a muscular figure emerged from the smoke. “Stop!”
No! Adam spun around to confront his pursuer. He didn’t recognize the guard, but the man knew him.
“You’ll never make it out alive, freak.”
Adam let out a growl, and bared his teeth. The blood drained from the man’s face, and Adam hoped he would back down, but the guard drew his weapon and raced forward.
Fury took Adam like never before. He was ready to die, but not like this, not when he was so close to freedom. Only the beast inside him could save him now. He hadn’t asked for any of this, but he would use it to his advantage if it would gain him his freedom. His captors had missed a dose of the drugs that kept his wolf at bay. Let it be enough, he prayed fervently. Adam stared at his enemy and gave free reign to the smoldering anger inside him until it turned into a raging inferno.
Sweat poured over his feverish brow, and his heart pounded painfully against his ribs. Intense pressure squeezed his body and his tendons reacted painfully. Bulging muscles tore his clothing until the garments hung in tatters. Limbs contorting, he dropped to all fours, shuddering as black fur raced up his body. His face lengthened into a muzzle, and he could taste blood as sharp fangs burst from his gums. His nails grew into heavy claws, deadly weapons that could rip the guard to shreds. The man drew back in horror, but it was too late. Adam leaped, taking him to the floor.
“Oh my God!” The gun flew from the guard’s hand and clattered on the tiles. The coward shut his eyes tight and turned his head.
The scent of the man’s fear was a potent stimulant. For once in his life Adam held all the power. He opened his jaws and lowered his muzzle.
“Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name…” The man’s voice cracked into a sob.
But Adam froze.
I’m not a savage beast. I won’t prove them right.
He turned away with a snarl and leaped through the window. Cold fresh air poured over him for the first time in twenty years. Adam ran like the wind and never looked back.
Chance was in heaven. Adam’s cock was perfect, long, and thick, cut… just perfect. Shifting position, he tongued the slit for another clear pearl of pre-cum. He took the spongy head in his mouth and sucked, then let his lips slide up and down the thick shaft, taking as much as he could and wrapping his fist around the rest. His own cock pulsed with the need to come, but he ignored the climax building up inside him, to concentrate on Adam’s pleasure. Releasing Adam’s shaft with a wet pop, he gave attention to the heavy sac, licking and sucking, taking each ball into his mouth. Then he went beyond, circling the puckered rim with his tongue.
Adam moaned and keened under the attention. The harsh, guttural growls, coming from deep in the big man’s chest, thrilled Chance to the core. He loved hearing Adam’s animal noises, knowing how desperate the man was for him.
Adam pulled on his curls. “Ahhh… I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, Romeo. I want your cum.” Chance swallowed the thick length, deeper than he’d ever thought possible. Sucking and pumping in tandem, he felt Adam’s balls tighten and then the salty splash of cum against the back of his throat as Adam cried out his name. Chance sucked him dry then curled up alongside him. Adam’s climax had pushed him right to the edge and he fisted his cock.
“Uh, let me. I want to do this for you.” Adam pulled Chance’s hand away and replaced it with his own. “I hope you’re not disappointed. I’ve never done this before.”
Weirdly happy that he would be Adam’s first blowjob, Chance pulled him in for a quick kiss. “Are you kidding?” Chance breathed, arching his hips for more contact. “I’m ready to blow now. I’ll probably go off at the first touch of your tongue.”
“Adam shifted position, licked his lips, and bent his head to Chance’s groin. Chance hissed in a breath of air when a long sandpaper tongue licked a wet path up his shaft and swirled around the head of his cock. Before he could let out a moan, wet warmth enveloped him. Adam took him deep, swallowing him until his nose pressed against Chance’s pubic hair. Adam’s hands gripped his buttocks, squeezing and holding him steady as he tried to mimic Chance’s moves. Adam might be a novice but he was born to suck cock. It was an embarrassingly quick orgasm, and the best one of Chance’s life.
Adam seemed bent on sucking Chance’s brains out through his cock. Chance had to tug on his hair to get him to stop. “Oh, God, Romeo, that was so good.”
“Really?” Adam moved up to lie beside him.
“Really.” Chance could hardly believe a man like Adam might have performance anxiety, but there it was. He leaned into Adam and laid an arm across his chest. “You were more than good. You made me feel amazing. I’m glad you’re here.”
Adam lay very still, a faraway look in his eyes, long legs stretched out in front of him, his cock hard again and pointing straight up at the ceiling like the mast of a ship. One strong arm anchored Chance to his side.
Being with Adam made Chance feel safe and secure—and horny. He rubbed his burgeoning erection against Adam’s hip and his cock stiffened at the friction. God, he wanted Adam to fuck him. He’d never been so smitten, so quickly. Knowing so little about the man didn’t temper his feelings in the least. On the contrary, the mystery only made Adam more desirable in his eyes. Wriggling out of the big man’s grasp, he buried his face in the pungent nest at his groin, yelping when Adam gripped his hair and pulled his head up.
“What’s the matter, I wore you out already?” Chance complained.
“Not hardly. I’m just thinking of you. What time do you have to get up for work?”
“I don’t have a job.”
Adam narrowed his eyes. “You always wear a suit to a burger joint?”
Batting his eyes, Chance tried out his most seductive grin. “Only when I want to impress someone.”
Adam laughed and pulled him close. “You don’t need a suit to do that.” He kissed him soundly, before releasing him. “In fact, I’m much more impressed with your birthday suit.” A big warm hand slid over his hip. “What’s the real answer?”
Running a hand through the curls on Adam’s chest, Chance tweaked a nipple, pleased to see his Romeo’s eyes darken with renewed lust. Adam stilled his hand. “What happened?”
This time with Adam was special and Chance refused to ruin it by talking about Concise or his father. “My ex-boss is a jerk and a homophobe, we never got along…” He shrugged. “It’s been coming for a long time. Now I’m all yours.” He leaned in for a kiss. “Timing is everything. We’re both jobless, it’s gotta be fate.”
“Some fate,” Adam said tightly. “You sure know how to pick ‘em.”