encounter?

Kevin felt his heart thudding thick and heavy against his furry chest. He sniffed the air. The wolf smelled

like wolf, but also like a man. Could it be like him? Could it be…another werewolf? Throwing caution to

the wind, he took a few tentative steps forward and saw the wolf tense. He stopped and lowered his head,

instinctively flattening his ears. He hoped by appearing submissive, the wolf would let him get closer. He

hoped it wouldn’t run. He couldn’t bear to see something so beautiful run away, not after believing he was

the only one of his kind for so long.

It let him approach. When the creek was all that separated them, it leaped down off the rotted log and

jumped the small ravine, then trotted bravely toward him, eyes keen, ears pointing forward. Kevin hadn’t

expected that and cringed as the bigger wolf loomed over him, sniffing him from head to tail. It was a

huge, older than he, powerful. He sensed that immediately.

An alpha.

The wolf barked at him. The sound startled him, and for a moment he was offended, but then he

recognized the sound as friendly, even welcoming. The wolf was inviting him to run with it. The wolf

took off into the deep woods, and Kevin followed. He raced after it, covering the ground in long strides,

keeping the black wolf in front of him at all times.

The black wolf led him on and on and they chased each other through the trees, up and down gales, over

creeks and rocky outcroppings. Kevin huffed and puffed but managed to keep up until the end, when the

wolf disappeared down a long, woody embankment where he knew a fast-moving river ran.

Kevin trotted through the trees, seeking his new companion among the foliage, but it was nowhere to be

found. He finally stopped at the edge of the riverbank where a gorgeous, naked man waited for him.

It was the British man from the bar, the one with the long hair. Ponytail. He was absolutely breathtaking,

like some fae who belonged to the deep woods. A matting of dark hair peppered his well-muscled chest

and a soft pelt glistened at his loins. Spray from the river made his pale flesh gleam almost golden in the

moonlight. He had heavy balls and a thick, partially erect cock that lay softly against the fur of his groin.

He had the same beautiful, simmering golden eyes as the wolf. He was waiting for Kevin on the banks of

the river, a hand outstretched as he beckoned.

Kevin immediately called the wolf back and shifted back to his human form. The feel of it was like a

tense, cramped muscle letting go. Normally, he was a very modest person, even for being a werewolf, but

seeing another of his kind trumped any embarrassment he might have had in being naked before this

beautiful man. He climbed carefully down the spongy riverbank so he could take the hand of the strange

man.

The man looked him over, licking his lips in obvious hunger. The lascivious look he offered was both

man and beast. He said nothing. No words were needed.

He pulled Kevin close so he was pressed against the firm, lean muscles of his chest and belly. He used

his other hand to touch Kevin’s face lightly with his fingertips, then leaned down to sniff at his hair and

the side of his face. His heat and touch and smell engulfed Kevin. He wanted desperately to ask question,

to learn who the man was, but instead he just rubbed himself against his companion’s body. All that came

out of his mouth was a low moan of pleasure and desperation.

The man answered it with a rumbling growl of approval, and when Kevin lifted his head, the man claimed

his lips in a fierce, crushing kiss. The sharpness of his canines cut Kevin’s lip, but Kevin didn’t mind the

pain. He relished it, in fact. The man licked at his wound, tasting his blood, soothing the injury. The bank

they stood upon was at a steep angle. The stranger easily pushed Kevin down to the mossy ground and

straddled him. His aggression was both startling and exciting.

He touched the other werewolf’s chest, ran his fingers through the silky, spare fur there, felt the warm

wall of muscle beneath his skin. It was insane that this should be happening. He thought he must be

dreaming. But when the man nudged his legs apart, dipped his head and began licking his balls, Kevin’s

eyes fluttered closed and he let out a sigh of relief as he started rocking his hips back and forth, the gravel

on the riverbank scratching his back.

If this was a dream, it was the best one he’d ever had and he never wanted it to end. He nested his slender

fingers in the long ribbons of the man’s raven-black hair as the man licked up and down his cock, along

his perineum and around his asshole. He was greedy and aggressive, exploring every inch of Kevin’s

most private areas as if they were his to have. The shadow at his chin and throat scratched him thrillingly.

He lost himself in the sheer pleasure of the man’s long, hot tongue entering him, quick and demanding,

wetting him with his saliva and licking hungrily at the inside of his body.

He’d never made love to another werewolf before, but there was something infinitely different and richer

about it than being with a human. It felt raw and unfettered. There were no pretences, no masks involved.

The stranger wanted his body and he wanted to give it to him. He wanted to feel the alpha inside him,

dominating him.

He could feel his climax building, sharp and sudden, but before he could go off, his new lover moved up

his body, licking along his ribs and over his peaked nipples. His tongue was rough like sandpaper and

made Kevin whimper in the back of his throat. The stranger’s thick, steely cock rubbed against his balls,

wetting Kevin with a generous amount of precum. His hair smelled like the forest and Kevin breathed it

in, lost himself in the sensation of being taken by this wild creature. He licked imploringly at the man’s

mouth, clutched his slim ass, lifted his hips welcomingly. The other man understood and instinctively

thrust inside Kevin, quick and harsh.

Kevin let out a sharp yelp, relishing the rush of pain and pleasure as his lover filled him. He was bigger

than Kevin was used to, his cock fat, swollen and eager. He was almost afraid the man would stop or

withdraw, but he was entirely lost in their mating. He braced one sinewy arm above Kevin’s head, his

weight holding him down, and thrust lazily in and out, a growl lodged deep in his throat. His other hand

went to Kevin’s cock, squeezing and caressing until Kevin mewled and scratched at the man’s back and

buttocks, leaving shallow red scratches that healed almost as quickly as they were inflicted. The man

inclined his head so Kevin could taste the man’s full, soft lips and hot tongue.

The man kissed Kevin, sucking at his mouth as he pumped slowly and rhythmically in and out of his body,

the sharp slap of flesh against flesh loud in the stillness of the forest. Their eyes found each other and

locked, and they watched each other closely as they enjoyed every moment of this rutting. The man’s eyes