Jacks, Marcy - Mason Returns to His Mate [DeWitt's Pack 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (12 page)

Fuck. Mason  wasn’t good with these kinds of things. “I just don’t want you to think you’re trapped here.”

“It’s not about that, Mason. Jesus!” Derek said. “I love you. I’ve loved you since I was twenty years old. I’m kind of glad you told me about this. Really glad, actually, because now I know that I’m not insane for holding a candle for you for that long. You’re saying that the reason I never forgot about you was because of the way we’re connected?”

Mason smiled at him, and he touched Derek’s face. He had such

nice skin. “Yes.”

“You never forgot me either.”

Not a question, but the statement deserved an answer anyway.  Mason could feel the way his face went stove-burner hot as he  replied. “No.”

Derek kissed him.

Mason had been wrong before. This kiss was the sweetest.

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Considering he was still naked from his recent run as a werewolf, his immediate arousal was noticed right away by Derek, who started to shimmy out of his clothes.

Mason wouldn’t have taken the other man for being the type to want sex in such an open place.

“What are you doing?” he asked, just to be on the safe side.

“No one’s around, right?”

Seemed he was still a little shy.

Eric was nearby, but Mason had no doubt that the other man, or men, whatever, would leave once he realized what was going on.

That, and Mason wasn’t about to put a stop to what Derek was doing to him. He couldn’t.

When Derek was just as naked as Mason, he kicked his leg behind  Derek’s feet, tripping the other man and holding onto his arms tight enough to gently lower him down to the ground.

“You bastard.” Derek laughed, and then they kissed again.

Something was different about this, Mason noted. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but there was something about touching  Derek’s skin now compared to before that was on an entirely different level.

Everything in his body tingled, the harder he pressed himself against Derek, the better he felt, the more the nerves under his flesh responded, and the more they both shivered.

“
Fuck,
 
what is that?” Derek asked.

“Don’t know,” Mason replied, humping  against him, pressing  their cocks together, and putting his lips against Derek’s neck and  jaw.

It felt like his senses had been heightened. When he kissed  Derek’s jugular, he could feel the rush of blood beneath the man’s  skin as his heartbeat pumped within his chest. His lips could feel  every inch of his skin, taste everything on him.

He smelled like clean sweat, and Mason could even taste the

water from the shower Derek had taken that morning.

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Derek lifted his knees, groaning and pushing his hips back against  Mason’s thrusts. He felt like a teenager in heat. He needed to get off, and he needed to do that on Derek, in him. He needed to claim him as

his own.

“You’re mine,” Mason growled.

“Ah!” Derek said, a sound between a moan and a sigh as his  fingernails  tugged on the skin on Mason’s back.

Derek tried kissing him, but Mason pulled away. “Tell me you’re  mine,” he demanded.

“I’m yours. I’m yours. Fuck me, already!”

Mason complied, pulling himself off of his lover and flipping the

other man around almost violently. He couldn’t help himself. He just

needed to do this.

Mason gripped Derek by the hips and placed a kiss onto his pucker. Derek shivered, his entire body clenching up. He knew what was coming, and Mason pressed his tongue against the waiting hole,

pushing against the ring of muscle.

Derek bucked and cursed and said all sort of things that Mason  paid no attention to. His only focus was on his task, preparing Derek  for what he was about to do.

He didn’t listen to the words Derek said, but the sounds went

straight to his balls and dick. His balls became heavy, and his cock  thickened and pulsed with the blood that rushed into the organ. It was  nearly becoming painful.

When his tongue found that spot, the very tip tickling along the  edges, Derek shouted and  fell down on his elbows, one hand reaching  down to jerk on his cock while he came.

The ring of muscle was now loose, and when he sensed that  Derek’s heart was coming back down to a normal rate, Mason pulled  his tongue out, but he wasn’t finished by a long  shot.

“Back on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

Derek’s chest heaved for breath like he’d just run a marathon, and  he turned to look over his shoulder at Mason.

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The sight of Derek’s own cum on his chin, just a little but still noticeable, was nearly enough to pull him out of this strange dominant haze he was in and make him laugh.

Not quite enough, though. “I said, on your hands and knees.”

Derek grinned and at him and did as he was told. His muscles shook ever so slightly as he struggled to obey the command, but obey he did.

“Haven’t seen you like this since that night,” Derek said, that  smile still tugging at his lips. “Check my pants pocket.”

Mason was confused by the sudden command, but he did as he  was told. He barked a laugh when he pulled out another one of those  small bottles of hand lotion.

“You’re carrying these around now?”

Derek’s red face, bright with embarrassment, was endearing.  “Yeah, yeah. Can’t exactly go to the store and buy the real deal yet, so  I’ve been keeping that handy.”

Mason made quick work with the hand lotion, using as much of it  as he could before he grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head  back, catching his lips in a biting kiss as he lined up his aching prick  and plunged deep inside until his balls touched on the back of Derek’s  thighs.

Derek’s moan was swallowed by Mason’s kiss. He didn’t wait for  the other man to adjust to the intrusion. Derek didn’t need it. He was  already humping back against Mason’s thrusting dick like a dog in  heat.

Mason loved every second of that. He was going to fuck this man until Derek passed out, just like the last time.

That thought had him slowing to a stop, his human mind coming through the haze of what he was feeling and what he was doing just enough to really notice the similarities between right now and that night ten years ago.

He’d been just like this, only less in control of himself. His memories of that night were still a blur, but he knew he’d been rough,

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and had he not had Derek’s word to tell him that he’d enjoyed himself  just as much as Mason had, then he would still be bearing the guilt of  what he’d thought he’d done.

He was claiming his mate. Mason’s alpha wolf was dominating  him right now, taking over in a rare occurrence that put instinct before  intellect. Had Mason been claiming Derek that night as well? Was  that why he was doing this now? After a ten-year separation, did he  need to reclaim his mate? Or was this just the two of them coming  together as normal?

Derek’s gasping voice called to him. “What’s wrong?”

Mason blinked and looked down at him. Derek’s hazel eyes were  clouded with lust, his face desperate, and judging by the way his arm  was moving in that rhythmic way, he was still stroking himself,  desperate to come once more.

Mason pulled about halfway out of him and then thrust back  inside.

Derek’s eyes squeezed shut at the act, his mouth opening in a blissful cry.

“Perfect. I’m going to put a smile on your face,” Mason said, thrusting long and hard inside of his lover’s asshole.

Derek was forced to release his cock and put both hands down on the ground before he could fall on his face again. “Trust me, you already are. Fuck, just like that,” he moaned, pushing back against  Mason’s hips.

They fucked in an irregular pattern. There was no rhythm to what they were doing, but it was the best sex Mason had had in years. The push and pull of his cock inside that tight hole was to die for. He needed to let his inner wolf out more often because it knew a thing or two about passion and fucking.

Mason gripped Derek’s hips as tightly as he could without breaking the skin and straightened his back, looking down and watching as his dick disappeared inside of Derek’s hole.

“You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot.”

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Derek didn’t say anything. The only sounds he seemed capable of making were the breathy moans that had become his language as  Mason claimed him, fucked him, touched everything inside of him.

The sizzle in his balls when they bounced like a wrecking ball against the back of Derek’s thighs only added to his pleasure, and when everything inside of him went tight and the pleasure built, he knew the end was near and sped up his pumping hips.

Derek cried out. “Holy fuck! I’m coming! I’m―”

Derek spilled himself again, though this time, he didn’t grab hold of his dick to hurry it along. He was more eager to just let it come on its own this time, it seemed.

Mason held on and fucked Derek as hard and as fast as he could,

throwing his head back and yelling his orgasm when it gathered inside  of him and shot out of his cock, spilling himself inside of his lover.

As he came, Mason grabbed the base of his prick and quickly  pulled out. He stroked himself the rest of the way, and let his cum  spill onto Derek’s back.

When he finished, he sighed at the sight.

Now he’d claimed his mate.

“Wow.” Derek laughed, letting his body flop over onto the soft

sand. “We need to do that more often.”

Mason had no intention of letting them leave this pond until they’d made love at least four more times. Even after being so recently satisfied, already his cock was twitching for more. If Mason so much as allowed himself to look down at his lover, his mate, and

think a couple of dirty thoughts, he’d be as hard as those math exams

he took for those online classes he’d tried a couple years ago.

As it was, he decided his mate could use a five-minute breather.

The longer Mason held off, the better the pleasure would be when he had that perfect ass  in his possession again.

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Chapter Nine

Tom had everything he needed now. The three extra hunters had arrived, although they were cocky little shits, the lot of them. He wouldn’t trust any of them to have his back, but they were idiots to assume that he had theirs.

“Just stay behind us, old man,” said their leader, Tatum, who  refused to take any commands from Tom.

Really, what sort of stupid new-age name was Tatum anyway?  Fucking parents nowadays naming their children such ridiculous  names. They should  be shot, really.

That was fine. This was only a temporary deal anyhow. All he  needed was for these new hunters to lead the way into the area where  the pack of werewolves resided. They’d captured one not too long  ago, but he’d unfortunately been a wild one, with no allegiance to any  pack.

The monster had still known where to find more of them, and he’d  given the location of the pack willingly.

Not just one pack, but two. There were two packs within an hour’s  drive of Brampton. Tom couldn’t believe his good luck. It was no  wonder that the other hunters who’d arrived before him had such

trouble getting any pelts to sell, or even getting out of the area alive,  when there were so many organized wolves out and about.

That didn’t seem to deter these men a single bit. Tom had known  they were thrill seekers and hungry for money, but just being in the  same room with them was a nightmare. The oldest of the three was  only twenty-four years old, and the stupid idiot carried around one of  those portable gaming systems and  played it during the night, as

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though that wasn’t the perfect way for a werewolf to find them by  following the sounds.

Even Billy, fool that he was, was smart enough to keep those  things locked up and out of sight. Tom was pretty sure the guy had  even sold his to help pay for a new pistol not too many months ago.

These boys were practically worthless, and how they’d survived  for so long, Tom would never know.

The only information they took from him, and hesitantly at that,  was when he pulled out the photo ID from the bag and wallet they’d  snagged from the store before lighting it on fire.

He’d explained that the man in the picture was human and a  supporter. The three boys nodded and told him they would protect  him if some human should attempt to attack.

God, Tom could hardly wait for these idiots to get killed in the  coming battle.