Jacks, Marcy - The Alpha Wolf Kidnaps a Mate [DeWitt's Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (7 page)

Angry. Won’t want to go back in. “Will I be violent? Will I hurt  people?”

You’ll try, but I won’t let you
, James said.

It was reassuring, and yet not. It almost sounded like James  thought it was a sure thing that Corey would be turning into a  snarling, angry monster because of his inability to let his wolfy self  out to play.

Could this…was this the real reason for why all those werewolves  Dean killed were so vicious? Not because they were evil monsters  hell-bent on destroying everything nice and good in the world, but  because they had simply fought that more animal side to themselves  and lost their minds to it?

Not for the first time, Corey felt a piercing guilt in his chest, and it hurt so much. It hurt to know that the possibility, hell, the certainty that he was involved, in a roundabout way, in the multiple murders of the innocent existed.

If only he’d done something. All he’d ever had to do was just call the police, and he never had.

James was right. Corey was going to be sick.

“Hey.” James was human again, and his human hands caressed  Corey’s cheeks in a way that he was still becoming used to. He had to look up into James’s face before he caught sight of the other man’s dick and embarrassed himself.

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James seemed to be constantly doing that, touching  him in some way or another. His hand would linger on Corey’s shoulder whenever they were taking a walk or having sessions like these, and his fingertips were always finding strands of Corey’s hair to brush out of his eyes.

He still wasn’t entirely sure why the other man needed to make contact so often, but in a strange way, it did always seem to make  Corey feel better. It calmed and centered him.

It was probably more of that werewolf emotional connecting that  James had explained to him about.

He’d long since become suspicious to the fact that he could only feel these things with James and not any other member of his pack.

“If you have the strength and courage to jump out of a moving van while maintaining your presence of mind to protect yourself during the impact, you can do this.”

Corey wanted to laugh. “Dean taught me how to do that. It wasn’t exactly something I would have thought to do if he hadn’t,” admitted  Corey.

James lifted a dark brow at him. “That hunter taught you how to jump out of moving cars?”

Corey needed to explain himself here. “He started teaching me some things after I found out what he’d been doing at night. Said it was in case I ever needed to defend myself.” He couldn’t help the small, stupid laugh that came out of his throat. “Don’t think either of us expected I would be defending myself from him.”

James was watching him carefully now. “What kinds of things has he been teaching you?”

Corey figured he owed the man this explanation. After all, Corey was the one person in his pack who used  to have a crazed hunter for a lover. There were still some people who outright avoided Corey or glared as he walked by. He could hardly blame them, either. Tristan, an omega werewolf, was nice to him at least, though he seemed to be carrying around a burden of his own.

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“How to fall, you already know that. I know which star in the sky  is the North Star, in case, for whatever reason, I get lost in the night. I  know that silver can hurt werewolves, and that crosses cannot hurt

vampires.” He looked up at James, waiting for the man’s anger.

It was strange the way his insides twisted at the thought of the  man in front of him snubbing him like those other members of his  pack. Maybe Corey had just gotten a little used to James’s kindness,  his patience and gentle presence as he tried to teach Corey how to  safely be a werewolf.

James’s lips thinned, but his eyes were neither angry nor accusing.  “When you were with him, have you ever…?”

He trailed off, and Corey already knew what he was going to ask.

“I never participated in what he did, but they say that doing  nothing when horrible things are happening is as bad as actually doing  them. Right?”

James released a breath through his nose. He sat down next to  Corey and put his hand on his shoulder. The touch was warm and

reassuring. Corey felt instantly relieved before James even said a

word.

“In this case, I’ll be the judge of that. You were being  manipulated by a psychopath. That’s not your fault.”

He prayed so hard that James wouldn’t look down and see his  erection. Corey  shifted on his knees to hide it.

It was so ridiculous. Sex should be the last thing on his mind, but  it was all he could think about.

They were both adults, and Corey had no doubt in his mind that  James swung that way. If Corey said something, he was pretty sure  James would fuck him, but Corey constantly held back. Some of that lasting fear and disbelief over being amongst a pack of werewolves still lingered, it seemed. And then there was Dean, a constant hissing voice inside his mind, threatening all the tortures to Corey and everyone on this land should he find them.

James’s eyes, so dark it was difficult to make out the pupils, just

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kept right on staring into Corey’s.

He shook his head, sighed, and stood up. Corey did the same

before he was on his knees with James’s cock in front of his mouth. A

new terror came upon him. Could James hear his thoughts?

“Let’s head back,” James said, walking back to the main cabin  that seemed to belong to him as the alpha wolf of his pack.

Corey trailed behind, wishing for the thousandth time that he had  more courage and could just take what he was so desperate to have.

* * * *

James had been so sure it would work, but Corey still had yet to make a transformation, and now he knew why.

“Thought for sure it would work.” Mick  had said when James had told him. His beta had been the one to suggest the private naked sessions, so sure that the lessons, done by a nude mate, would help calm the new wolf into a transformation. “Can’t believe he couldn’t

do it.”

James couldn’t believe  it either, and now that he had an idea why, he had to go and seek Old Maggie’s advice on the subject.

Of course, she had to be snarky about it.

“If the physical act of mating is what’s holding him back, then by all means, do it. You hardly need my permission for it.”

James had left that particular meeting with his fists clenched, but now, as he walked down the halls of his home, toward the guest room where his mate lay sleeping, his fists were clenched for an entirely different reason.

And his cock was hard. Painfully so.

He’d had access to his mate for the better part of four days, and still had yet to take him. He’d wanted to ease Corey into the fact that  James was his mate. It was bad enough James had to infect him so suddenly and without warning, that he wanted this next bit of information to be handled gently.

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He’d stupidly assumed that meant he needed to keep some form of distance between them, wait for Corey to make the first move. Clearly that was not about to happen. Whether he knew it or not, Corey  was fighting his attraction to his mate, and that was causing problems with his coming transformation.

James hadn’t fully realized that that was where the problem lay.  He wanted to go out today, alone with the other man, and try to teach him how to transform, hoping that once they were both naked,  Corey’s instinct would kick in and he would stop fighting what he obviously wanted.

The getting naked part had been a sincere thing. Transforming into the wolf while wearing clothes was never a fun experience, but James would be a complete and total liar if he didn’t have an ulterior motive for wanting it to be just him and Corey for those lessons he took him for.

Until James properly claimed the other man, he wanted not one other member of his pack so much as setting their eyes on any bit of  Corey’s naked flesh.

Well, no more dicking around. James knew Corey wanted him, he read it in the other man’s conflicting thoughts this evening during that botched session, and the ones prior to it as well, and that was all  James needed.

Outside the door to Corey’s room, James put his hand around the

small brass knob.

He could hear Corey’s breathing from within. He wasn’t exactly having the most pleasant sleep, it seemed, not with that labored panting.

James had been born a werewolf, a rare trait that was half the

reason for his alpha status. He couldn’t so much as remember what  his first transformation was like. He had no idea what Corey was  going through.

It didn’t sound too good, though.

James gently turned the knob and let himself in. He was so

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accustomed to every panel of wood in his house that he was able to  avoid the creaky floorboard even without the help of his superior  stealth.

Corey lay on the bed, only half under the blue comforter on his double bed, but that half told James that Corey was sleeping naked.

Considering the layer of shiny sweat that coated his skin, James couldn’t blame him. The scent of sweat and musk hung like a heavy cloud in the air. His mate was torturing himself with the wanting part as well, it seemed. Overheating was definitely a symptom of the fight some people went through when they couldn’t, or wouldn’t, transform. The pajama bottoms lay on the rug at the side of Corey’s bed, as though he’d kicked them off in the night. His window was open wide,  the curtains blowing in the gentle wind, and the crescent moon cast just enough of its glow to bathe the room in blue.

Stop pussyfooting around and do it, DeWitt
, James said to himself.  He steeled his shoulders and went in for it, wishing he’d thought to

give his teeth a quick brush or comb his hair before coming in here.  Too late now. He wasn’t turning back. Why was he so nervous? It  wasn’t like this would be his first time with another man.

Didn’t mean he was an expert in that field, though.

Unlike Corey, James was wearing his pajama bottoms. Running around naked outside with his mate was one thing, but Old Maggie shared his house, and he never wanted to run the risk that she might come out of her room for warm milk or whatever and see him in his

birthday  suit.

He put the bottle he’d brought with him on the nightstand and  lifted his knee up on the mattress. It dipped slightly under his weight.

Corey jerked awake instantly, his eyes popping open wide.

The fact that they were no longer green, but golden with the  telltale black slits of the wolf was something James hadn’t counted  on, and he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing either.

“What are you doing here?” Corey asked. Wolf eyes he may have,  but it seemed his human mind was still very much in control.

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Not a good thing then. The eyes likely meant that Corey’s wolf was about to tear itself out instead of being let out. James hoped he had enough time.

He wanted to be charming and sensitive. “I–I can’t take it anymore,” he said. “I need to fuck you.”

That wasn’t charming and sensitive. Not in the least.

He couldn’t help himself. Maybe Corey wasn’t the only one suffering from his own inability to let go.

James swooped in, his mouth finding Corey’s lips. The man needed a shave, he managed the brain cells to notice, but then he pushed the thought away as he climbed on top of his mate, blood pumping with excitement as he felt Corey’s erection pressing into his

own.

Thank God Corey was on the same page as James with this. He stopped his futile self-resistance and kissed James back with as much need and desperation as James felt. Their tongues came together, slick and fast. Their teeth clashed, forcing them to slow down.

Corey’s one arm went under his arm and around his back, the other wrapping around James’s shoulder, his legs spreading, welcoming James between them, his hips moving, humping against him, desperately searching for friction. It was only made awkward by the fact that the stupid comforter was now tangled up between their legs. James really needed to destroy  the pajama pants he was wearing.

There was no clearer invitation, but this had been the reaction

James had feared. This eager
 
let’s have sex now even though I was hesitant to say anything before
 
reaction. He had to yank his mouth away from Corey’s so kissable lips, had to force himself to focus on the other man’s face and his still-golden eyes.

“Corey, do you want this?” he asked, making his voice as clear as he could through the movements of Corey’s hips that made James’s dick jump with need.

“Yes,” Corey  moaned, grinding into James’s dick again, as much as he was able with the comforter, that is. It made the sensation that