He kept his back toward me as he straightened up. I don’t know if it was his heat, or the way the light from the kerosene lamp was hitting his skin, but his body was shimmering. It looked like he was coated in gold dust. Every muscle was highlighted. I ached with desire. I pulled my clothes off my body, ripping buttons and seams that didn’t give way quickly enough. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He glanced back at me, and when he saw I was naked, he sank to his knees. His movements were slow. Languid. Unspeakably sensual. He braced himself, hands flat on the rug, and arched his back. Sinewy muscles rippled and his ass cheeks parted from the movement, just a little, but enough to give me a glimpse of his glistening hole. I got hit by another head rush. It was so strong, it brought me to my knees too. When my head cleared, I became aware of a low, rumbling sound. It was vibrating throughout the cabin. It was rattling the windows. Shaking the floors. It sounded like a landslide or an earthquake. It sounded so intense, it took me several seconds to realize it was coming from me.

From my chest.

I was growling.

I stopped as soon as I realized. I was on my knees behind Jules. He was on all fours, legs spread wide open, presenting for me. My blood was on fire as it coursed through my veins. I was tense everywhere. Hard everywhere. Harder than I’d ever been. I was burning so hard and so hot, for a second I wondered if I was the one who was in heat.

I reached out and stroked the back of his thigh. I ran my hand up his leg, palm tingling as I felt the change from coarse hair to silky smooth. His ass was muscular and round. Hot meat and soft skin. He didn’t flinch when I touched him. He arched and leaned back into my touch. His cheeks parted wider, and I saw his hole pucker. Tiny wrinkles and creases fanned out from the center. I growled again, but that time, I knew I was the one making the sound. What I saw before me was everything I’d ever wanted. Everything and more. I sank my face into him without giving it one second’s thought. I had to have him. I had to.

He hissed as I licked him. He hissed harder when I fisted his erection and harder still when I ran my tongue along the underside of his balls. They were swollen, hanging low from the weight of his heat. The second I touched them, they contracted, pulling up close to his body. I licked him until he was squirming and moaning. We both moaned when my tongue penetrated him. We couldn’t help it.

“Sully, please,” he groaned.