Dog Days by T. A. Moore

Author:T. A. Moore [Moore, T. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Werewolves & Shifters, Lgbt, Gay, Romance, Fiction, Gay Romance, Genre Fiction, Paranormal, Gay & Lesbian, MM, 1056
ISBN: 9781634775779
Amazon: B01KPT0F8W
Goodreads: 31407294
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Published: 2016-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

OVER THE past week, Jack had indulged a few fantasies about how Danny would finally end up back under him. Some had him pliant and submissive, neck bent in surrender. Others had him snarling, Jack’s fingers digging into the nape of his neck.

None of them started with Danny throwing a balled-up jacket at his head. Jack batted it out of the air and sat up. “What?”

“I thought Gregor had found you,” Danny growled, stalking across the room. “Where the hell have you—”

Jack sat up abruptly, sucking in a deep breath. He couldn’t smell his brother, just Danny, blood and a lingering sourness he didn’t recognize. “You saw Gregor?”

Danny paused, squinting. “Didn’t you?”

“No.” The admission felt like a failure on his tongue—he spat it out like it tasted bad. “When I got there, the attacker was already gone. I chased their trail through the streets and the Wild for an hour or more. I can tell you one thing, though: it wasn’t my brother.”

“You think that Gregor’s….” Danny paused, looking for a word. “…not involved? In these murders?”

It was a human word, a human idea. Jack couldn’t deny that it fit here, though. The bodies they’d found weren’t challengers or prey, and they’d not been killed to assert dominance or from need. So, what was left but murder?

Not involved, though?

“I think that he’s not alone,” Jack said. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees and looked at Danny. He’d been pretty when they were younger, under the scruffy hair and defensively smart mouth. He still had the foxy bones and elegant hands, but a layer of lean muscle and a heavier cant to his jaw skewed him to handsome. “What happened?”

“He had a message for you: he’ll see you at the full moon.”

“That was all?”

“He called me a dog.” Danny said, shrugging. “Threw his weight around a bit. He’s not changed much.”

“Have you told Jenny that her boyfriend’s dead?”

“He’s not. Not yet.”

Learning that his brother was in Durham had been more confirmation than revelation. That the man was alive? Now that was a surprise. Jack would deny his brother plenty of virtues, but he was an efficient killer, and he had no respect for those that weren’t. Gregor’s adherents prided themselves on sharp teeth and quick kills.

Danny took his glasses off, leaving them on the dresser, and stripped out of his sweater, muscles stretching out long and loose under green-bruised skin on his ribs. It drew a growl out of Jack, and he pushed himself up off the bed, running his hands over Danny’s side. He could feel the heat of healing flesh against his palm, Danny’s natural internal temperature raised from the extra work.

“He did this?” The words were a wolf’s growl forced into words by his tongue. “He touched you?”

“No,” Danny said. His voice hitched through the words. His throat worked as he swallowed. “That wasn’t Gregor.”

“Who, then?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Frustration wriggled through Jack, an irritation just under the skin. Want was easy to establish. Danny’s cock was a thickening bulge under worn-soft denim, and he smelled like fucking.

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