The Wayward Sons and the Wichita Werewolf (The Wayward Sons #1)

by A. Winchester

“Fuck.” I let out a moan. My fingers tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, as I held on for dear life. “Fuck. Your mouth feels so goddamn good on my dick, baby.”

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” I shouted out the window angrily and threw the finger right back at him. “You ain’t ever seen a guy get his dick sucked before?”

Ryder hated the rough stuff—hard hair pulling, choking, spanking, all of it. We dealt with enough hard shit while hunting demons. He didn’t want our relationship to have the same tone. It was a simple request. Whatever my man wanted, I gave it to him if I could.

Besides, bar bunnies usually never had any problem with a hot guy and hand necklaces. Fuck, if I called them a good girl they went fucking wild. They were more than enough to satiate that desire for me.

But Ryder Collins? He was my everything and had been for years. He was my ride-or-die—pun applicable if there was one. There wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for the russet-haired man with the baby blue eyes sitting in the front seat of my car. Tall and muscular, the man came across as closed off and anti-social to anyone he met. Reserved and observant. That’s what he really was. Ryder was a descendant of Barachiel. A true empath open to all the shitty feelings going on around him....

Peeling off my shirt, I wandered to the bathroom and stood in the open doorway. I leaned against the wall while I took a moment to drink in the sight of Gray in the shower. Water ran in rivulets over his toned body, curving around taut muscles and tracing the contours of his tall frame. Dark hair fell in streams over the back of his neck while water clung to his long lashes. The corners of his honey-chocolate eyes crinkled as he belted out the lyrics. The man had three tattoos: one of my name scrawled over his heart, the word fear under a line across the inside of his left wrist, and one of a dandelion with the phrase you’re on your own kid on his bicep.

“You know,” Gray’s thickly accented voice cut through my thoughts, “I reckon it’s way more fun doin’ that shit in here. Get that sexy ass of yours here in the shower with me.”

“You can’t shake this sexy ass around and expect me not to want to do something about it.” Proving my point, I pressed a single finger in and out of his ass slowly. That fucking moan he let out. It bled through me like liquid iron. He rocked back against me, and I slid in a second finger, stretching and prepping him. I threaded my fingers through his wet hair and tilted his head to the side, nipping his neck where I knew he liked. Gruffly, I ordered, “Stroke your cock, Gray.” “Yes, Sir,” he replied breathlessly as he fisted his dick. I knew he meant the words playfully, but fuck if I didn’t like hearing him say it a little. Covering every inch I could in gentle kisses, I watched each long stroke as he ran his hand base to head over his gorgeous dick.

“Quit teasin’ me, and just fuck me already, baby,” Gray gasped out. “I want you inside me when I come.”

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” I ground out. Reaching around, I knocked Gray’s hand away as I took over jerking him off. “Hands on the wall, honey. I’ll be the one to make you come.”

“Come on, Gray,” I bit out, my hand working his cock faster. He didn’t need the encouragement. I could tell from how his body tensed under mine and the way my name mixed with his moans. “Come for me, honey.”

“If you went missin’, I’d tear the fuckin’ world apart until I found you,” I snapped with conviction. I didn’t even like thinking about that hypothetical question. We’d been through enough shit. “I ain’t relyin’ on no cops to find you. I’m doin’ that shit myself.” “I love you, but that’s not helpful, honey.”

“They’re a fuckin’ tot squad pretendin’ to be fuckin’ hunters,” he snapped under his breath. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. What an accurate fucking assessment. “How the hell are we supposed to take them huntin’, baby? They’re a fuckin’ liability.”

“How fuckin’ dandy. You go sit with him. All of you over there and wait for Daddy Ryder to come babysit y’all,”

“No, you were born naked and probably late as fuck,”

“I could go hunt the demons naked if you want,”

“Feel like the demons might bite my dick off though.”

I let it because I was a sick motherfucker who enjoyed the high of a demon bearing down on me. I craved the violent buzzing of my hunter instincts against my skull warning me of danger. There was something intoxicating about staring down death as it came for me, especially when I intended to beat death.

Drawing in a deep breath, I steadied myself. One good shot. One good shot was all I needed. Planting the red dot on the demon’s shoulder, I flashed once… twice… three times. I knew Gray would see it. I just needed him to fucking hear me. “Run home, Gray!” I hollered. “What the fuck does that mean?” he shouted back. Damn it. “Run your sorry Texan ass home!”

“Come on, honey,” I whispered as Gray neared. “Bring it home…”

“Bad puppy,” Gray muttered with a lazy pat on the demon’s massive snout. Like that. The man pet demons. He groaned with the movement. “Fuck me…”

“You ain’t makin’ me do nothin’,” I retorted. “I offered.” “No.” “I’m bored.” “Eat a Twizzler.” “I’m out.” I grabbed the empty plastic and shook it—sad day.

“Or maybe just don’t eat so many fucking Twizzlers, honey.” “Smokin’ or Twizzlers. Pick one, baby,” I ordered with a cocky grin. I had a major oral fixation—no fucking surprise there. Before Ryder, I chain-smoked as if my life depended on it. My life didn’t, but my temper usually did. He hated it and made a very valid argument for why I should slow down. “I traded smokes for Twizzlers because you asked, you know. This is your beast in the makin’.” “Or maybe I’ll give you something else to put in that damn mouth,” he retorted. Oh, sassy. I liked it.

“We ain’t fought a dino demon.” Gray glanced at me. I recognized that look in his eyes and groaned. I wasn’t going to hear the end of this for months until I found him a damn dinosaur demon to hunt and kill. “I want to fight a dino demon, baby. Why ain’t we fightin’ dinos?”

“Fuck, I need you to come, baby,” I managed to say. My balls drew up tight with the scorching heat in my spine. I was right there. I needed him right there with me. “Come on, baby. Come for me.”