He wasn’t sure whether he was trying to calm her… or himself.
This felt wrong, to lay with another female.
It also seemed very, very right—
Just outside the red fog of the hut, he heard another howl—after which there were voices, males talking with urgency back and forth.
They were under attack, he thought. From who, though?
That was yet another question that did not require an answer. Not right now, at least. He could only hope that Apex, Lucan, and Mayhem would help the wolven.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered as he closed his eyes.
The heat that entered his body was unrelenting, to the point where he was convinced that he was going to have more burns. But as long as Nadya came out of this somehow, any suffering on his part would be worth it.
Inside the wolven’s den, Apex stood on a precipice, and the temptation was to jump into the rather miraculous natural basin that, given the steam rising up, had some kind of underground source of heat: The male in the undulating water was staring up with an invitation that was unmistakable, and the urge to get in there with him and find out what else could happen when they were in private was irresistible.
“Your name is Callum.”
The wolven nodded. “What have you been calling me in your head? I’m just curious. To me, you were That Vampire. CapitalT, capitalV.”
“I haven’t been calling you anything.”
“You sure about that? Even when you weren’t sleeping today.”
Apex took a step forward. “I didn’t have to give you a name.”
“No?”
“I just remembered what you looked like down on your knees in front of me.”
The vibration that purred up and out of the male in the pool was anenticing sound if Apex had ever heard one—and then Callum’s hand disappeared under the churning surface of the water. As he bit his lower lip with sharp white fangs, his eyes glowed.
“What are you doing, wolf?”
“Would you like to see, predator?”
Oh, fuck, yes. “Show me.”
The male rose up from whatever ledge he was sitting on, and in the firelight, the muscles of his shoulders and chest gleamed, the droplets of springwater falling from the contours of his torso. But not everything was easy to see. The level in the pool was such that Apex was merely teased by the sight of a strong hand wrapped around a shaft that was long and hard.
As the wolven stroked himself, his forearm flexed and relaxed, the veins popping, the strength erotic as fuck.
“Do you like this, predator.”
“Yes…”
“Good. I like you watching”—the male’s breath caught—“me.”
That hand moved faster, and Apex started to feel the stroking in his own cock, as if by some alchemy, the touch was transferred across the distance between them.
“Tell me… something… predator…”
God, he couldn’t think. He was consumed by watching the water level flirt with the hand job, the revelations and obscuring a peep show that made everything more captivating.
“What,” Apex breathed.
The wolven stopped what he was doing—a total travesty of nature in Apex’s view.