"Oh? Your friend's mate is a feisty one, eh? Can't say I'm surprised. I doubt any guy that has a truck like this would enjoy mating with some meek little wallflower. I'd wager the guy who owns this animal likes a challenge, something worth the extra time and effort." Stellan smirked, waiting patiently as the small wolf climbed onto the back of his motorcycle, bike purring beneath him. Stellan's ride, a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.totalmotorcycle.com%2Fmotorcycles%2F2016%2F2016-Harley-Davidson-CVO-Road-Glide-Ultra2.jpg&amp;hash=8bab18ef9d2f73f62573a3b2bc4f3a3f" href="http://www.totalmotorcycle.com/motorcycles/2016/2016-Harley-Davidson-CVO-Road-Glide-Ultra2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Harley-Davidson CVO touring motorcycle</a>, was only a couple of years old but it looked as if it had just rolled off of the lot. The bike itself, with all of its extra bells and whistles, cost him more than some people paid for their cars, but the damage Stellan's wallet took was worth it. As the wolf mainly lived in hotels and on the road, hardly ever spending time on pack territory, he had opted for a bike that was comfortable, dependable, with a plush second seat that would happily fit whatever passenger Stellan picked up. The wolf certainly wasn't regretting the extra expense today.<br/><br/>Sig's lean arms came around, and Stellan couldn't help but smile as the male blatantly flirted with him, far more bold than he himself had been, though he was glad to know his suspicions of Sig's interested hadn't simply been hopeful. His nose hardly ever led him astray. "I'm sure we can work something out," he confirmed, "but first we have to get your friend's truck up and running." He reached back and ran his hand down the length of Sig's thigh, his chest rumbling in appreciation. "While we're driving, be sure to think up a couple ways you can repay me."<br/><br/>Ten miles down wasn't far to go, and if asked Stellan would have happily admitted he would have preferred to keep Sig against him longer, assuming they had anywhere else to be. They talked a little more while Stellan filled up the five-gallon canister with diesel fuel, though once again that minute exchange could've, should've, would've lasted longer if he had any reason to make it so. Bleeding the air out of the truck's fuel lines was an easy enough task, though a bit time consuming.<br/><br/>Stellan kept his tool kit in one of his saddlebags, getting to work on loosening each fuel line connection as Sig turned the motor over. Diesel was pumped back into the lines while air was pushed out, a meticulous mechanical dance that required a bit of concentration from Stellan, though the promise of seeing Sig's happy face when his friend's truck came to life was more than enough to keep him tinkering.<br/><br/>He wasn't disappointed at the reception, smiling softly at Sig's relief as the truck happily growled. "Follow you? You make a fair point, Sig. What kind of mechanic would I be if I allowed you to go off on your own without making sure that your vehicle was in perfect working order?" He planted himself on his bike, nodding for Sig to lead the way. Wherever he was going, it surely had to be better than whatever was waiting for him back home. His alpha could wait a bit longer.<br/><br/>By the time Sig had pulled off onto a remote patch of dirt jutting from one of the back roads, Stellan had already mentally dissected his saddlebags, attempting to remember just where he had stored that bag of lubricated condoms. While sufficient enough for fucking a woman, he wasn't confident in the condom's ability to allow smooth entrance into Sig without some discomfort. Perhaps it wouldn't matter. Maybe Sig enjoyed the mild pain.<br/><br/>Stellan pulled his bike up behind the truck, killing the ignition and tossing his helmet into the luggage carrier before delving into one of his saddlebags. After sifting through a couple clothing and grooming items in various leather bags, Stellan found his stash of ultrathin condoms, grabbing a couple and slipping them into the front pocket of his jeans before making his way over to the open truck door where Sig still sat.<br/><br/>"Oh? Broken again?" Stellan asked curiously, leaning against the door and glancing lazily at the hood. "Everything sounded all right when I was following you." He sniffed the air again. Sig's scent had changed. No, not changed.<i>Enhanced. </i>The small male's testosterone was up, and Stellan could smell the thick arousal Sig was emitting. Stellan growled softly, his broad chest swelling as he leaned forward, brushing his lips against Sig's ear.<br/><br/>"Maybe there's something going on with the driver," he suggested, hand snaking its way up Sig's thigh, bravely caressing the space between Sig's legs. "Difficult to operate a vehicle like this if you're distracted. Need all your wits about you. I can help with that."<br/><br/>Without waiting for confirmation, Stellan wrapped his arms around Sig's waist, pulling the male to him and holding him tightly while he yanked the backseat door open. It had been at least a few months since Stellan had found anyone who aroused him so easily, even longer since he had last fucked a wolf, and the opportunity was simply too good to pass up. Sliding Sig's body into the backseat was easy; sliding on top of him was even easier. He pressed himself between Sig's legs, spreading them wide for his large frame and leaned down nibble at the wolf's throat.<br/><br/>"You're gonna owe me again for fixing this problem, too," Stellan purred, slipping a hand underneath Sig's shirt to touch the soft hair beneath his navel.