Jacks, Marcy - The Alpha Wolf Kidnaps a Mate [DeWitt's Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (13 page)

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Corey nodded. “Pretty good.”

James had to look at something other than Corey, but unfortunately, his eyes either wandered to the antibiotics and pain meds on his nightstand or to his bandaged hand.

“What about you?” Corey asked. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” James said.

Then his reserve cracked. This was stupid. They were mates and were having trouble making small talk. Corey obviously didn’t want him to be there, and James felt like an idiot for coming.

“I’ll leave you alone.”

“Wait.”

James froze before he could even make a half turn in the direction

of the door. He steeled himself when he heard Corey getting up from  his bed to approach him.

“You should be resting,” James admonished as Corey came to  stand in front of him.

“It’s my hand that’s injured, not my leg.”

Right. Made sense.

Corey just continued to look up at him with those searching green  eyes. There was hurt there, and James hated that he was the reason for  it. “Why are you avoiding me?”

If James thought he felt awkward before,  it was nothing compared  to what the question did to him now. “I…just thought you would  appreciate the space.”

That seemed to throw Corey off. “Space? Okay, sure, why not?  But for a couple of hours at most. It’s been
 
days
.”

James heard the emphasis Corey put on the word, and he winced.  “I…I just figured—” He blew out a sigh, giving up on trying to  explain what precisely it was that he figured and instead going for the  easy route. “I’m a coward. I couldn’t handle the thought of your anger  or your rejection of me or this life because I failed to protect you.”

Corey’s brows came together in a frown. Then his neck and jaw  clenched. James didn’t need those visible signs to detect the

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frustration his mate was experiencing. “I appreciate you running to  save me like  you did, but I am not some damsel you need to protect.”

“As ruling alpha it is my responsibility to―”

“I wasn’t born a werewolf, so will you just let me think like a  human about this? All right, the safety of the pack is your  responsibility, and I am now part of your pack. But I am equally  responsible for my own well-being and safety. If something had  happened to me, that’s not on you, and my injury isn’t on you either.”  Corey lifted his right hand, clearly displaying the bandaged limb, as  though James could have forgotten it.

“Do you understand?”

James clenched his fists, fighting with his inner wolf who wanted  to take charge of  everything, as well as his human side―little of it  that there was―that also wanted to take comfort in Corey’s words.  “I’ll…do my best to see things your way,” he said through clenching

teeth.

Corey just stared at him. “All right, I’ll make this easy for you. I forgive you for what happened, I place no blame on you, and I want you to stop avoiding me,” he said. “That better?”

A choked sound left James’s throat. “Yes.”

He reached for Corey, and Corey reached for him at the same time. Their arms wound around each other, and they embraced tightly.  Corey’s forehead fit nicely in the crook of James’s neck, and the warmth he felt in the other man made every inch of his flesh overly sensitive. No, that wasn’t it. He was shaking. James was actually shaking as he held onto his mate.

“I love you,” he said.

Corey pulled back to look at him, the wide smile on his perfect lips touched his eyes. “You do?”

What a thing to ask! “Of course I do.”

“Because we’re mates?” Corey asked.

“No, because I love you,” James said, putting emphasis on the words. There was still a lot of explaining on how the mating process

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worked, it seemed, but he could be patient while Corey learned.

“Do you, ah… ” James trailed off, not knowing how to ask the

other man if the sentiment was returned without sounding desperate

about it, which he was.

That time stopping smile was back on Corey’s face, and he

nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” Corey said with a laugh, pulling James’s face down in a  meshing of mouths that would bruise the both of them.

James didn’t care at all, either. Corey was alive. He loved him,  and he wanted to stay.

When their teeth clashed together in a sharp pain, they both all but  flew from the other. Then they laughed and took it a little slower.

James’s hands went behind Corey’s back, feeling the muscles  there, kneading and massaging them through the T-shirt he wore.  Corey curled one hand around James’s waist, putting the other, the  injured one, around his neck.

James consoled himself that it would heal soon enough, and then  Corey would be able to grasp and pull at James to his heart’s content.  The touch of their tongues was slick and electric. Corey tasted of  some fruity thing he’d consumed earlier, and James couldn’t get  enough of it.

Without separating their lips, James reached over and locked  Corey’s door, then pushed him against it and dropped to his knees.

He laughed. “I keep seeing you like this.”

James enjoyed the feel of Corey’s fingers pushing his black hair  behind his ears, leaning into the touch. “Just don’t let anyone else  know I  like kneeling before you. Wouldn’t exactly help my status.”

Corey shook his head. “Never,” he vowed.

Then his head fell back, banging against the wooden door, his  mouth falling open as his cock disappeared in James’s mouth.

God, he‘d missed this. How had he denied himself this? The salty  taste of Corey’s cock in his mouth and the musky scent of his balls

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under James’s nose. If the situation itself was enough to fill his prick  until he was hard and ready, his balls swollen with need, then the  teasing to his  senses sure did it. James pushed back his gag reflex and  just allowed himself to suck on the full length of his mate’s dick until  his tongue and jaw began to ache, and he continued on even despite  that.

“I love it when you suck my prick,” Corey said on a gasp. “You’re  so good at it.” Eventually he lost all control of his mind as his body  took over, with his cock piloting in the, er…cockpit. Corey’s hips  jerked in a frantic rush to the end.

James knew just when he was about to finish, and he quickly  pulled his mouth away, gripping Corey’s dick around the base in such  a way as to prevent his orgasm. Corey cried out as the mixture of  shock, pain, and frustration came over him.

“What are you doing?” He tried to pump his hips, either in an  attempt to thrust his cock into James’s hand or get that hand away  from him, James didn’t know.

“You’re not coming yet,” James said.

Corey blinked at him then, apparently coming to a decision about  just why his lover would do such a cruel thing to him,  and  blurted out  in what almost sounded like panic, “But what about our stamina? I  thought it didn’t matter how many times we came before…well…”

James watched, with pleasure, the blush spreading over Corey’s  neck and cheeks as his lover fought with saying the actual words.

He bent his head in, darted his tongue out in a hardened tip, and  licked the salty drop building at Corey’s slit. Salty and slightly bitter.

Corey watched him and shivered.

James looked up at him, feral grin in place as he fantasized of all  the ways to torture the  both of them with pleasure. Realistically,  however, he was just teasing the other man. At the moment, James  was way too horny to go on a sex marathon, but he still wanted to  draw this out a little. “Quality before quantity,” he said.

Corey shivered again.  “Jesus Christ.”

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James thought quickly, licking his tongue up the base of Corey’s cock as he did so to keep the other man preoccupied, as well as for his own enjoyment. How exactly would be the best way to do this? Corey couldn’t go on his hands and knees for another few days, so that was out, but there was still a world of options here. The thought of getting him to lie down onto his stomach on the bed so that James could lean

over him, fucking him that way, was appealing, or Corey could just sit  in his lap or bend over the dresser over there. It was about waist  height.

Or Corey could be the one to fuck James.

The thought was so sudden and shocking that James stopped what  he’d been doing.

Just the idea of being on the receiving end of his sexual

encounters,  letting someone take control of him had never passed  through his mind. He had never before desired it and never pictured  himself in such positions before. Whenever the topic had been  brought up by the few human males he’d taken, James had always  turned the tables on them, taking their lust to whole new levels until  they entirely forgot about their requests and happily turned over so  James could have them.

Now, however, he had to admit he was curious.

Recalling he was supposed to be doing something, James looked up and found Corey’s curious green eyes staring down at him.

“Did you hear all that?” he asked.

Corey’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. His voice was still somewhat breathless. “Do you want me to?”

This was James’s mate. He could trust him with this. They could share this. “Yes,” he said.

Corey must have been as impatient as ever, because the next thing  James knew he was being pulled to his feet.

Clothing was clumsily discarded, foot hopping ensued as shoesand jeans came off, and while James was still lifting his white T-shirt over his head, Corey pushed him down onto his bed.

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He freed his head from the neck of the cotton shirt just in time to watch Corey descend on him. James’s cock twitched with excitement and wanting. He nearly came when Corey’s naked dick brushed against his.

He had to use every last ounce of willpower to keep that from happening.
 
Draw it out. Draw it out.
 
He kept up with the inward mantra, praying he could keep some form of control.

Corey, the little shit, wasn’t quite so interested in showing James any mercy. He rested his weight on his elbows and began to thrust his pelvis, creating friction as their dicks and pubic hairs rubbed and scratched against each other.

James groaned, heart pounding as he started to realize that this was actually happening. He was allowing himself to be dominated.  Already his inner wolf was whining over the change in roles, but  James pushed it back. He wanted to lay there and enjoy himself. He’d get Corey the next time, he promised himself, giving his alpha side something to cling to while this was happening to him.

And, oh! It was so nice. Every nerve ending in his body was alive with the sensations shooting through his cock. Drops of his sticky pre-cum escaped his body as he thrust back against Corey’s hips. It was new to him, thrusting against someone while he was the one with his back to the mattress. It took a few seconds for him to get used to it and find a rhythm.

“Oh, fuck!” Corey cursed, his eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure, as if that could keep it at bay.

Before James could even ask him what was wrong or make a demand for him to get back to work, Corey was shifting himself to lay on his side behind James, putting them back to chest.

James tensed up. Right. He’d nearly forgotten about this part.  James told his heart to stop jumping around, but it refused to obey him and kept right on going.

It felt like there was a little prisoner in there, pounding against a set of jail bars, demanding release.

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“We don’t have to do it this way if you don’t want to,” Corey

said.

Could he hear that mild panic in James’s chest?

“You might not even like it, if it’s your first time.”

The embarrassed tone in his voice said that he knew all too well

that it was James’s first time being on the receiving end of sex.

James was in no mood for second thoughts, and he was too horny  for words of reassurance. He growled over his shoulder. “I will enjoy  it, now fuck me this instant.”

Corey’s next thoughts came to James loud and clear, and they

made him smile.
 
All alpha even like this.

Damn right.

Corey spat in his hand, and James felt, for the first time in his life, the strange sensation of a finger teasing and prodding his hole. It tickled, and he found himself tightening up in response.

“Relax your muscles,” Corey said.

“Trying,” he said, but it was a little more difficult than he’d imagined.