Jacks, Marcy - Handcuffed to the Werewolf [DeWitt's Pack 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (6 page)

even smaller. Then Mick saw the shower stall, forgot all about the  bed, and wanted to get inside of it.

While Jason searched through the cupboards, pulling out old  beach towels and whatnot, Mick decided he was going to do just that.

He took hold of a beach towel with a giant Scooby-Doo on it,  flipped it over the plastic, frosted sliding doors, and then let himself  in.

The dials were so small he was afraid he would break them off.

“Here, let me get that for you,” Jason said.

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“Will there even be any water in here?” Mick asked, the horrible  thought suddenly occurring to him.

“Only if the last people here left some for you to use, and it wasn’t  so long ago that it all evaporated. It’s probably cold, too.”

“Whatever wakes me up.”

Jason turned both dials, and a weak spray of water hit Mick in the  face.

Yup. Definitely cold, and it sure as hell woke him up.

He turned his face into the spray. The cold water was a blessing after all the heat and sweat he’d put up with these last several hours.

“Um, here, let me get that for you,” Jason slid the frosted door shut, as shut as it could go with the chain blocking it, but not before  Mick could get a look at the deep shade of red on his face, or the heatthat was pulsing through his blood.

With a start, Mick realized what had happened. He was still completely naked, knew he had a pretty decent looking body, and  Jason had seen him in this tiny ass shower, cold water dripping over his muscled body and pebbled nipples.

That was awesome.

Despite the cold, Mick’s body reacted to Jason’s blush, and he had severe blue balls after denying himself the chance to have his mate so many times. He had to wrap his fingers around his pulsing cock or else he would die.

It  was so good his knees buckled, and he came instantly, biting down hard on his lip with a groan.

“Mick? Are you okay?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, just stubbed my toe is all,” he panted. Christ he needed to fuck Jason. Holding off like this was not good for him. His dick certainly didn’t know when to quit, otherwise it would have gone down by now.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to have his mate and right

now.

He slid open the door so hard it was amazing the thing didn’t fall

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right off.

Jason sighed and pushed past him, practically shoving him out of

the way. “Thanks, I was dying here.”

What?

The plastic sliding doors closed on him, and he was left dripping on the plastic tiles of the tiny bathroom. Jason undressed in the stall and tossed his pajama bottoms over  the top. They landed on Mick’s head, and he got the strong scent of the arousal the things had been hiding right before he yanked them off.

He wasn’t so far gone yet that he’d resort to sniffing Jason’s clothes.

There was a stumble of movement from behind  the glass as Jason

groaned, as though in pain.

“Are you all  right?” Mick asked, instantly worried.

“Stubbed my toe,” was the muttered reply.

Then another kind of scent reached Mick’s nose before it could be

washed away with the water, and he grinned.

Stubbed his toe. No, he didn’t.

Unlike Mick, Jason reached over the top of the shower stall and pulled down the beach towel to wrap himself with before stepping out of the shower. He ruffled the thing through his hair, and Mick tried not to stare at his little  pink nipples, peaking from the cold they’d just

been in, or at his cock.

When he pulled the towel off of his head, his dark, sand-blond hair was sticking up in random spikes. “That felt great.”

Mick bet it did.

Then they both looked at each other, eyes meeting in that awkward way they tended to do, as though suddenly aware of the fact that they were both naked, standing within two feet of each other, and horny as all hell.

They were crammed so close together in this tiny bathroom that all Mick would need to do is shift his feet a little closer, and he could

have Jason pressed against the wall, their cocks rubbing together.

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Christ, this was too much. He wanted to—he needed to—

Mick opened his mouth to voice exactly what it was he needed, hoping to have the right words to not scare away his mate, but Jason beat him to it.

“You want to have sex with me, don’t you?”

Just how forward the question was threw him for a loop. “I—yes.”

He nodded.

Jason’s tongue darted out, touching on his bottom lip before his teeth nibbled on it. Mick’s cock throbbed in response.

“You’re my mate, and I desperately need to claim you. I want to fuck you,” he said, forgetting all about being gentle.

Jason nodded, letting that stupid Scooby-Doo towel drop between them. “Okay.”

That was it? Jason was a human. He wouldn’t feel the need to

finish the connection as urgently as Mick did. That was almost too  easy. Mick expected to at least have to romance him a little bit.

Now Jason was the one to do a little mind reading. Maybe Mick’s  face was that easy to read.

“I was kidnapped out of my bed, thrown into a hole with a giant  wolf that I thought was going to eat me, told that I’m actually the love  of your life, then we escape from that place, travelling through the  woods at high speeds, just to have to stop here and rest,” he said, and  Mick was still waiting to hear where he was going with this. “After all  that, I would like to be fucked. The good way, as opposed to what’s  happened so far,” he clarified.

Fine by him. Mick grabbed him by his wet shoulders and pressed  his body into Jason’s smaller one, pushing him against the wall, just  the way he’d thought about doing only a couple of minutes ago.

Jason made a noise of surprise as the forcefulness that Mick  swallowed up with his mouth. He lifted Jason into the air just enough  so that when he thrust his hips forward, his cock finally got some of  that friction he’d been craving since he first laid eyes on his mate.

Jason’s prick instantly swelled under the force of the thrust, and

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he pushed back, the both of them just kissing and humping each other  against the wall, groaning into each other’s mouths, holding on tight  and not letting go.

Mick nearly dropped Jason, however, when he continued to  squirm his arms around.

“What are you—?”

“The chain.” Jason held it up, and he was doing a pretty good job  of keeping the silver handcuffs that kept them together safely in his  fist, but it still left him with one less hand to hang on with.

“Don’t let go of that silver. Keep it in your hand,” Mick  commanded then grabbed Jason by the wrists and hauled them high  above his head, until he was stretched out and ready for the taking.  “Now I have you,” Mick said.

“Good.” Jason planted a kiss on Mick’s mouth, darting his tongue  out to taste them. “Now please fuck me.”

Mick didn’t need to be told as he began to move his hips again,  swivelling them in strong, hard motions before picking up the beat  once more, letting the pleasure of just rubbing his dick against Jason’s  take over. And the sound of Jason’s panting moans was beautiful in  his ears.

Mick had never reacted like this to another man since his first

time, when he was still a teenager. It was good, so good, that building  pressure had started the second his cock said hello to Jason’s, and  there was nothing he could do but  let it all out as his orgasm exploded  out of him. Like the lid had been blown off.

With his seed on his mate’s stomach, he felt a great deal better, but he still wanted to press his dick inside Jason’s hole.

Jason’s shoulders sagged, however. “Shit,” he muttered.

It occurred to Mick what he’d thought had happened.

“Don’t you worry, baby,” Mick said, taking the hand that was not holding on to all of that silver and pulling it down to touch on Mick’s still-erect cock.

“Christ, that’s amazing!” Jason said, eyes wide and looking

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genuinely impressed.

“I know.”

As much as Mick would have loved to turn him over and fuck him

right there, it was too cramped in here, and despite the cold showers,  the heat level was rising to an uncomfortable temperature.

He settled for just grabbing the first thing that could be used for  lube off that little space beside the sink and carrying Jason out of the  tiny bathroom and to the bed, which was just around the corner, three  feet away.

“No one’s ever carried me to bed before,” Jason laughed.

“Get used to it,” Mick said, swooping down on him like Jason was  his prey.

Jason was a natural blond, it seemed. The same hair that was on

his head was lightly speckled all across his arms legs, and some even  on his thighs and chest, but those were almost unnoticeable. The only  place that was darker was his pubic hair.

Mick was a little different. He wasn’t exactly hairy as a grizzly  bear or anything, but his hair remained constantly dark all over. Jason  didn’t seem to mind it. His eyes were filled with nothing but lust as he  stared at Mick.

Mick ran his hand over one of Jason’s legs, enjoying the way his skin pebbled under Mick’s touch. God, Jason’s dick was pretty. Big too, considering the size of the man. Not that Jason was a small man, but for  his size, Mick wouldn’t have thought he’d be carrying around a cock that size between his legs.

He had to get down and pay his respects to that with a kiss, a lick, and then he just settled for putting his lips around it.

“Holy hell.” The chain clinked as  Jason lifted himself onto his elbows to watch then spread his legs wider, lifting his knees a little to let Mick have better access as he humped into Mick’s mouth.

“Just like that. Ugh! Fuck, are all werewolves this good at sex?”

All werewolves wished they had the skills that Mick possessed.

Right before he could reach up and gently take hold and massage

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Jason’s balls, Mick had to remind himself that Jason was a human, and he’d already brought himself off once in the shower.

If Mick made him orgasm again, this show would have to get put on hold until Jason could perform again, and Mick wasn’t willing to wait.

He pulled his mouth away when Jason’s thrusting became a little

more erratic.

“No, no!” Jason keened.

“I’m not leaving you high and dry, baby. Keep your pretty legs  spread.”

Mick reached over and grabbed the bottle he’d brought with him.  Sunblock. It would have to do.

He popped the cap and let the white, oily stuff drip onto his hand.

He rubbed his hands together until they were nice and slick, then

wrapped his hand around his ever-impatient cock, biting his lips as  the pleasure of lubing himself took hold.

Jason’s eyes were glued to Mick’s hand as he pumped on his dick.

Mick smiled and brought two of his fingers to the puckered  entrance of Jason’s asshole.

He wasn’t a virgin and didn’t need to be told to push out as Mick pushed in, but he was tight. His last time had been a good long while

ago.

Good.

Mick continued the slow thrusting of his fingers, watching as  Jason bit down on his bottom lip, then as his eyes slid shut as Mick found his prostate deep inside.

For the fun of it, he kept on fucking him with his fingers, enjoying the way Jason pushed back and made little openmouthed pants as his eyes fell shut.

Okay, blue balls were returning, so that was enough of that. Mick removed his fingers and positioned his cock.

He pushed inside about an inch or so, stopped, pulled back a little, pushed in some more, stopped, and then repeated that process until he

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was balls deep in Jason’s ass, his entire body trembling from the need  to keep going and another orgasm that was just within sight.

Jason was still good about keeping the arm that had the silver on it  up and away from Mick while they were like this, but he did have a  pretty strong grip as he grabbed Mick by  the neck and snarled into his  ear. “Drill me.”

Aye, aye, Captain!

Mick’s body went on autopilot with the need to obey, and he pumped his hips with all the strength and precision as though there was a machine inside of him that was in charge of his movements.