Rejected (Journey to the New World Book 2) by Medusa Stone

Author:Medusa Stone [Stone, Medusa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Eliott woke up, shivering. Ahote was gone, but the place occupied by his body was still warm, so he didn't panic. He shoved a thick dead bough into the fire and sat up, huddling under the stiff hide, as the flames flickered around the damp bark, making it steam. In a trance, he watched the wood singe steam, then finally and reluctantly, catch fire. He was hypnotized by the warm orange tongues of light; those flickers of color that, along with the ragged hide on his shoulders, had worked overnight to keep him alive.

Ahote lurched in, shuddering, his skin shiny and dull from the cold. "Mohtompan wunne," he smiled.

Eliott jumped over to him and wrapped his body and the hide around Ahote's shoulders, gasping at how cold his lover was, and trying to transfer his body heat. "Good morning!"

Ahote dumped an armful of branches and twigs near the fire and shuddered.

They were both weak as hunger gnawed at their stomachs. The same fast, hot, wolfish metabolisms strengthening their bodies could easily turn around against them, making them extremely weak if they managed to survive for the three moonless days.

Ahote’s violent shivers eventually eased as he got to the task of building up a wall of snow near the entrance; Eliott blinked at the sudden warmth. Drafts still whistled through the bare hole near the top of the snow wall, but more heat was retained. He let the hide slip a little from his shoulders and breathed with relief.

The boy knew what he wanted and needed no help this time.

"Wait…" Getting up, he scraped together armfuls of leaves over the softest bit of loam, before throwing the hide over the pile of thick sand and leaves, letting the growing fire warm up their naked bodies.

Eliott shivered. He was still sore, but he wanted to know his lover, and know him fully. Time was precious here and, for all he knew, they could be dead tomorrow, so laying on the hide with a gentle smile, the boy beckoned his lover to him.

"Ahote." he whispered, spreading his slim creamy thighs. His genitals were soft and limp, but as he spoke his lover's name, his cock twitched.

Ahote’s golden eyes glittered at the sight, and he eagerly crawled forward, as Eliott shivered at the strong, dominant smell in the air, needing nothing more than the scent of his young lover to make his muscles relax and his cock harden. Eliott turned over, inviting him.

Ahote growled at the sight of that long pale back and his tender vulnerable buttocks. The lustful, submissive way he held himself, the naked need in those green-colored eyes… His red hair was matted, and still the color of a sunrise.

"Take me." Eliott whispered, trembling.

Ahote wasn't touching him but knelt so close that the boy could smell the thick intoxicating musk, feel the body heat on his skin and sense Ahote's eyes on him. He breathed in small puffs and flexed his body sinuously, slowly, luxuriously…., stretching his torso so his back and buttocks pressed back into Ahote's taut chest.

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