Chapter 5

“I’m sorry,” said Adama as his hand connected with what he thought was Graf’s shoulder. “I wasn’t really expecting company.”

Graf chuckled. “I know, and I’m sorry for imposing. It was either your wrath or the wrath of the rain and the Grim. I thought I’d try my luck with you.”

Adama climbed between the layers of bear fur, happy to feel their warmth and softness against his naked flesh. “But what about your own burrow?”

Graf inched closer and wrapped his arms around Adama. His breath was warm and pleasant. There was nothing sexual in his actions, yet Adama couldn’t help thinking about what had happened when they’d first met. How Graf had forced him to his knees to suck him, then how he’d lifted him to a standing position, spun him around, and entered him. And how they had fucked like rutting animals.

The recollection had him instantly erect.