“A Little Light Loving” blurb:
Cord’s a werewolf and the holiday season makes Cord’s skin itch, his head ache, and his wolf side agitated. Usually he goes on vacation at this time of year but he wants to be with Dillon.
Cord decides to rent a little cabin in the mountains for the holiday week and Dillon agrees to come with him. They have a few wonderful days together, then Cord asks Dillon about werewolves and Dillon reveals his abhorrence of the animals and his animal heritage. Cord’s heart is breaking that the man he loves could be so mistrustful of him. How can they have a future without trust?
You need your fucking head examined. Going off to fuck a werewolf? Where's your brain? Dillon chastised himself as he followed Cord's truck. Oh, yeah, that's right -- it's in your pants. Well, you deserve everything that happens to you, then.
Yeah, but all that's going to happen is that I'm going to get laid. And it'll be excellent, I know, because Cord's so yummy.
Quite likely. But I'll be a contented, sated idiot.
Having lost the argument with himself, and being unaccountably happy and excited at the thought of spending the night with Cord, Dillon jumped out of his car, beeped the security system on, and bounced across the parking lot to where Cord was standing waiting for him.
The man did look yummy. Hunkalicious. Dillon was tempted to lick his lips but managed to refrain. He didn't dare look down to check, but he was almost certain his dick was leading the way to Cord. To bed. Oh yes!
Side by side they walked up the stairs, their steps echoing with a hint of urgency, Dillon’s heart beating faster and faster the closer they got to Cord’s apartment.
Cord kicked the apartment door shut and pressed Dillon to the wall. Dillon stared into Cord's eyes. Their faces were almost on a level. Cord was just the slightest bit taller than him. His breath hitched at what he saw in Cord's gaze. Lust. Desire. Passion. "Kiss me," he breathed.
"I plan to do a whole lot more than kissing," said Cord, holding Dillon's chin in one hand.
Dillon licked his lips. He couldn't help himself this time. He leaned forward and very deliberately rubbed his cock over Cord's.
Cord hissed, then pressed back against Dillon, pushing him hard into the wall with his full body weight. When Cord was plastered tight against Dillon's body from hips to shoulders, he flicked his tongue across Dillon's nose, eyelids, forehead, and jaw line, as if savoring the flavor.
Dillon reached up and grabbed Cord's head, sliding his hands through the thick, silky hair, then holding tight. "I thought you said you were going to kiss me. That's not a kiss."
"This is, though," said Cord in a half-strangled, husky tone, before plunging his tongue into Dillon's mouth.
Cord's tongue was everywhere, tangling with Dillon's tongue, rubbing along the insides of his cheeks, sliding over the roof of his mouth. Dillon tightened his grip on Cord's head, holding it still so he could thrust his own tongue in return, matching Cord thrust for thrust, stroke for stroke, until they were both breathless and gasping for air.
"Now that was a kiss," panted Dillon, grinning.
"Bedroom," said Cord. "I don't want our first time to be against a wall."