Loved by a Werewolf by Bronwyn Heeley Page A

anything.
    Looking up again as he ran, he tried to get the light that took up the sky to come down to him, to help him out, rather than taint him with its taste of happiness he might never have again.
    Oddly enough, that thought brought a picture of Matt to his mind and something inside him sighed at the image as another partial sob escaped at the thought that he wasn’t going to ever see him again if he didn’t, somehow, get out of these woods and away from the men that had tried to use him as ransom.
    Don’t think they won’t hurt you, boy, just because they are going to sell you back to me. There’s a lot of things you can do to a body that leaves them still looking fresh when you hand them back .
    Thanks, Dad, for that lovely reminder. At least with that one, Jex had to hold back a smile. His dad been talking about rape. He knew it because of the look in the old man’s eyes. It was odd, but Jex couldn’t help but want to laugh and tell his dad that it wouldn’t be as much of a hardship as he was hoping it would be. Jex had been openly—okay, only to himself—gay since he learnt that pulling on his dick actually gave him a jolt of pleasure.
    He knew, because no matter how hard he tried to look at those pics of half-naked chicks and whack off to one of them, only the face and lips of a man came to mind. Mostly of a guy he knew at the time. Still, he couldn’t seem to find anything stimulating about a woman. They just weren’t appealing, at least not compared to the hardened body of a male. Especially one that was slick with sweat and had lips that seemed designed to wrap around a cock.
    Why was he thinking about this crap?
    He knew it was because he didn’t want to be where he was. Running through the woods, blinded by the darkness with men who knew how to track and kill without a sound. He was scared out of his mind, but not enough to get adrenaline to pump into his veins. Or was it a different type of adrenaline Jex was looking for?
    His foot caught on something sticking out of the ground, and Jex went head over foot and continued to roll as he found himself at the top of a huge hill. He tried his hardest to tuck himself up, but his mind and body weren’t really thinking of anything but screaming, Oh Fuck as he rolled, faster and faster. It wasn’t until he hit hard and stopped that the this is gonna hurt even came into his mind.
    A little late, right? Dumb shit brain.
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    Trying to breathe while winded made it harder and sent a stitch ripping at his side. He started to get his feet under him, knowing that it hadn’t been a hard trip down the hill and he needed to get moving. At least to the tree line, since even through the water in his eyes and the dots that had him wanting to pass out, he could see he was on the outskirts of a clearing. It wasn’t big, at least he really hoped it wasn’t. But it was definitely moon-drenched.
    His feet wouldn’t work, and his body didn’t want to get up. It didn’t want to move. Jex hoped that would change once he got a lung-full of oxygen, but even that was difficult as the fall hadn’t been some gentle carnival slide. He really hoped he hadn’t broken anything, but because everything was numb from the night, he didn’t know.
    Voices all around him sent his heart leaping into his throat. His brain tried to work faster as his lungs squeezed tight, making it even harder for him to get a breath in.
    The men walked out into the opening, the light from the moon making their black clothes and weapons seem something like stepping out of a comic book.
    Jex was going bonkers without oxygen in his brain.
    As one, the six men walked another step and froze, looking at him. Three held guns, one—the biggest, Jex was pretty confident he was the leader, had that presence—a rifle of some sort. This looked like a scene from Grand Thief Auto . A medium height, fat, bold man held a shotgun—at least it looked like one—and another, really tall and lean