by Marcy Jacks
Jason was okay with the getting food part, and his stomach released a loud rumble in agreement. “I hate to rain down on you, but maybe we should tell your leader that there’s a psycho on the loose before we have sex.”
“You’re right,” Mick said, good mood not dampened in the least. “We’ll just have to make it a short meeting because I don’t think we did the claiming right.”
“What? How could we not have? I mean we…” Jason trailed off
and blushed. He’d been raised to not speak much about any forms of sex, let alone sex between two men, and considering the positions Mick had, had him in just that morning…
“I’m not sure, but there’s no way I could have properly claimed you and still want you this bad. It’s almost like we need to have as much sex as possible every spare minute we have until we get it done right, don’t you think?”
Jason slapped him on the arm, realizing that Mick was messing with him.
“As much sex as possible, hm?” he said. “All right. I could go for that, but right after we tell someone what’s happened.”
“We could even have sex during the tell-all. I could care less at this point.”
“I could. No way.”
Mick grinned at him, and again, Jason realized he was being
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teased, and he smiled back. It was strange. They’d only met last night, and still barely knew anything about each other, but to Jason, he was more comfortable around Mick than he had been with previous friends he’d had his entire life.
It was like he’d been missing a limb and didn’t know it, and Mick was that limb, the missing piece of him that was finally there.
“It’s good to see you’re in a good mood when I ’ve been thinking you might be dead or dying somewhere,” said an irritated male voice.
Jason and Mick’s heads turned toward the sound. A fierce-looking man with a horribly scarred face was standing on the porch, his fists clenching around the wooden rail, of one of the nicer looking houses.
“That him?” Jason asked, almost afraid to move under the stare of
such a harsh-looking man. This guy practically had the word alpha
written on his forehead.
“Yup,” Mick replied then nodded to his leader. “Hi, James.”
James jumped neatly over the rail, walked over the patchy grass to them, and then threw his arms around Mick’s shoulders in a tight hug.
“Son of a bitch,” James muttered. Back-slapping ensued before the two men came apart, and then James turned his deep brown stare onto Jason, and the chain that connected him to his friend.
“Couldn’t break it?”
“I’ve been a little under the weather lately,” Mick shot back, clearly annoyed. “And it’s thick as hell.”
“Yeah, it is,” said James, picking up the chain and testing its durability by gently squeezing his fist around it. The chain links were almost twice the size of his hand, and his hands were big. “Bet I could break it,” he said finally.
“Fuck off,” Mick muttered.
“But I don’t want to make you look like a girl in front of our guests, so we’ll just go and get one of the electric saws Isaac bought.”
“Asshole,” Mick said. “You might just want to be careful, though. His end is silver.”
James looked down at Jason’s hand and stepped back. Jason
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almost stuck his hand behind his back, as though worried the sight of
the silver would cause some offense.
James narrowed his eyes, which scrunched together the deep pockmarked scars on his face. “I see. Well, Isaac and Tristan should be by the shed, if they’re not fucking around. We can get Isaac to cut that thing off. Be safer.”
“Why Isaac?” Jason asked, speaking for the first time to such a huge male.
James looked at him. “He’s the only human here, apart from you. Deacon said he’d chained you to a human. I didn’t know if he was being serious about it at first,” said James, looking at Mick now.
Mick’s eyes widened. “He was here?”
“Yeah. Thought I would just hand over Tristan to him, and that pond he’s been wanting. Isaac hasn’t let Tristan out of his sight since. I think the poor guy is about to blow up on his mate.”
Jason didn’t know whether or not James was talking about Isaac or Tristan with that sentence, but he decided it was none of his
business.
Mick took him by the hand. His touch was warm and gentle. Clearly he was at peace with these people, and Jason decided he had no reason to worry either.
They made it to the shed, which looked brand new by comparison to every other structure on this bit of land, but there were also piles of lumber lying all over the place, and near the shed there was a power saw on top of a work bench. Improvements were being made.
Jason met Isaac and his mate Tristan and shook hands with them
both, though with Tristan he was careful to use the hand that was not
chained.
Both were welcoming enough and sympathetic to his ordeal, but they still greeted him with that slight air of suspicion, watching him closely when they thought he was not looking or distracted with something else James was saying.
That was right. Aside from Isaac, James had said that Jason was
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now the only other human on the land, and Mick had yet to make the announcement that they were…well, together. The word mate still just didn’t apply to his regular vocabulary, and he was going to have to get used to hearing and saying it now that he was with Mick.
Isaac gave both Jason and Mick a pair of protective goggles, and then brought out one of his smaller cordless saws. Five minutes and some red sparks later, he and Mick were completely separated.
Then it was just a matter of getting the chains off completely. Isaac worked on Mick first, and Jason watched with hitched breath as
that saw came so close to his skin, but Mick hardly seemed worried over it, and Isaac apparently knew what he was doing, because the heavy metal frame popped open, and Mick rubbed the spot where the chain had been, twisting around his wrist to get the circulation running again.
“Now him,” Mick said, nodding to Jason.
“I can do you one better,” Isaac said, then ran into the shed and came back out with a small bit of flat metal.
“What’s that for?” James asked.
Jason was wondering the same thing.
“There’s a trick to getting handcuffs off. Those things are silver, so you might want to keep them in good shape in case you ever need them.”
“We try not to do stuff like that here, Isaac,” James said, the tone of his voice letting on just how much he would rather have the silver destroyed.
“Yeah, yeah, you and I both know that sometimes, especially with a rival alpha out on the loose who wants to get his paws on my boyfriend, that shit doesn’t matter. Nor do I give a rat’s ass. Hold still.” The last bit was directed at Jason, and Isaac took him by the wrists and inserted the tiny metal strip into the connector part of the cuff, where the metal teeth kept them in place.
Then, like magic, they just popped right off.
“Congratulations, you’re free,” Isaac said, taking the silver cuffs
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away to do God only knew what with them.
Jason rubbed his wrists, much in the same way Mick had done
when his metal shackle came off. Then it dawned on him that he and
Mick were no longer connected. No longer forced to stay within so many feet of each other.
It was welcoming and terrifying at the same time.
A hard clap on his shoulder brought him out of his fearful thoughts. James had that Mr. Universe arm around Jason’s shoulder and was currently walking off with him. “Now, you and I are going to have a little talk about what you saw ”—
“That won’t be necessary, James.”
James
stopped. He’d practically had to hunch down just to whisper like he had to Jason, and at Mick’s voice, he straightened. “Oh? Already had the talk, did you?”
What the hell was he talking about?
“Yes, and no,” Mick admitted. The huge grin on his face made Jason’s confidence soar. “He’s not going to tell anyone about our pack, and he wouldn’t try to anyway. We’re mated.”
James’s eyebrows lifted just enough to give the impression that he was a little shocked, and then those dark-chocolate eyes of his came
back to Jason.
Then he turned his head over to look back at the shed, where
Tristan and Isaac’s voices could be heard bickering about something.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised anymore that this is happening with so many males in my pack. Wonder who will be next?”
Mick shrugged. “I doubt it will happen anymore. You and Corey were one thing. Tristan and that hunter was unbelievable, and me and Jason, especially considering we wouldn’t have met if Deacon hadn’t kidnapped him or me and threw us both in the same pit, is just some kind of miracle. I think that’s all we’ll see of this kind of thing for a
while.”
James nodded.
“So,” Mick popped his knuckles. “Can you let go of my mate so
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we can go to my room, or do I have to fight you for him?”
James laughed and took his heavy arm off of Jason’s shoulder. Jason eagerly moved toward Mick like a moth fluttering toward a light.
“He wasn’t hurting me,” Jason said, not liking the idea of a fight.
Mick’s arm around his shoulder was less imposing and much more welcome, and they turned away. “It’s the principle of the thing,” he said then half turned and waved to James. “Come and get us in an hour and we’ll discuss Deacon. No disturbing until then!”
Jason wanted to die of embarrassment.
* * * *
“What’s it like being a werewolf?” Jason asked. “Do you see things clearer? Experience them better?”
He ran his hand up the firm shaft of Mick’s erect cock as he spoke. It was curved just enough that the very tip just rest on Mick’s bellybutton.
He had an outie, and Jason thought it was the most beautiful bellybutton he’d ever seen in his life.
“Uhh, can we discuss this later?”
Though Jason hadn’t tied Mick to the bed or anything like that— Mick explained that his inner alpha would never allow it—Jason was still able to give Mick firm instructions to reach above his head, grab the wobbly headboard, and hold on tightly to it, preventing it from banging against the wall and disturbing whoever was in the next
room.
The punishment if he let go, of course, would be Jason’s
immediate cease and desist of his actions.
“That wasn’t in our agreement,” Jason scolded, giving Mick’s
cock another firm stroke. He loved that he could now touch his lover,
his mate, without worry of poisoning him like before, and right now he wanted nothing better than to massage and lick the hell out of
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anywhere he could get his hands and mouth.
It was teasing poor Mick to the point where he would soon be climbing the walls, but Jason was having no sympathy for him.
Mick was getting frustrated.
“If you don’t—”
“Hands back on the bed frame,” Jason said, keeping his voice firm without issuing a direct order.
Mick hesitated, and then returned his hands to gripping the wooden frame. Jason thought he heard a crunching sound in the wood, but couldn’t be sure.
To keep Mick from losing his temper with him, Jason finally decided to show him a little pity, and he wrapped his mouth around the top of Mick’s dick and swallowed him down.
There had been only one other person Jason had done this to, and back when they had both been horny, impatient virgins.
Mick was horny and impatient, but he was not a virgin, and he kept himself in check, not thrusting down Jason’s throat like an inexperienced adolescent. Instead he groaned deep within his throat, thrusting his hips, pelvis jerking, letting Jason properly give him head.
Jason loved this. It was his favourite part of sex. The power to make another man want him so much, beg for him, and at the same time, giving himself over to Mick for his pleasure.
He wished he could do it all day, but he did not have the jaw and throat muscles to be sucking on Mick’s cock for so long. When he pulled back, he quickly crawled up Mick’s beautifully muscled body, pressed their lips together—God, his lips were so soft—and then whispered into Mick’s ear that he now had the proper permission to let go of the headboard.
Mick wasted no time. He grabbed onto Jason’s shoulders, and, using that incredible power of his, nearly crushed Jason to his chest as they rolled and rutted against each other.
Maybe Mick hadn’t been kidding when he suggested that they hadn’t claimed each other properly. This was just too intense!
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They fell off the bed and laughingly came back together with
another kiss.
“Turn around, get on your knees,” Mick said.
Jason did as he was told, gripping Mick’s bed sheets tightly between his fingers.
He felt the warm press of a kiss between his shoulder blades. “You are so beautiful. I can’t wait to put my cock in your ass.”
As he’d said it, Mick’s fingers, lubed now from a bottle he’d snagged, wiggled their way between Jason’s crack, and he shivered as they prodded his hole.
He spread his legs, thrusting his ass out, eager for it, wanting it more than anything else he’d wanted in his life.
Jason reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it as Mick entered him. He was still decently prepared from their time together earlier, but the sensation of being entered burned as it always did, and, thankfully, even in the midst of his dirty talk, and likely just as horny and full of need as Jason felt, Mick was still able to take his time.
Mick groaned deeply in Jason’s ear when he was fully submerged and ready, his breath rough and hot against the back of his neck. “You grip me so fucking well. I love being inside you.”
Jason loved it, too, but could barely speak. He settled for one word. “Yes.”
Mick’s breathing came out punched and laboured, in sync with the sharp push and pull of his cock inside of Jason’s ass and the slapping of their bodies.
Jason was moaning uncontrollably already. It was too easy for him to come. He was about to release himself all over the place, and he didn’t want that. Though Mick was already at a pace that suggested he was about to come, Jason wanted this to last just a bit longer, and he reached down and gripped the base of his cock, not caring about the pain so long as he did not come.
“That’s right, baby. Touch yourself for me.”
Jason could hardly think as his body bounced up and down as he
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sat in Mick’s lap, doing his best to push his ass back against Mick’s cock, driving him deeper, to the place he most wanted to be touched.
“Right there!” Jason cried out. “That’s so good, don’t slow down.”
Mick reached his hand around and pried Jason’s fingers off of his cock. His hand was still lubed up, and with his slick digits he stroked Jason’s prick until he thought his entire body would explode from the building pressure becoming stronger within him.
Then Mick’s hand became as tight as Jason’s had been. “Tell me you’re mine.”
Jason nearly sobbed at the loss of his orgasm, he couldn’t even think straight, and though Mick was speaking the same language he always did, Jason didn’t understand. “What?”
“Tell me you’re mine.” Mick growled, his fingers playing around Jason’s foreskin, driving him insane.
“I’m yours! I’m yours!” he screamed.
Mick was right there with him, as had been the plan all along.
Jason let his face fall down flat on the mattress, his fingers still gripping the bedspread as he caught his breath.
Mick didn’t even pull out of him before he felt his cock begin to stiffen once more inside of him.
“Christ, you really can go on forever,” Jason said.
Mick sounded almost embarrassed about it. “Yeah, but we can
wait.”
Jason wouldn’t be cruel and make him wait too long, but he did need the breather. However, the sudden reminder of Mick’s werewolf
abilities did bring back his previous question.
“Is it better for you? Because you’re a werewolf?”
Mick curled around Jason’s back, hugging him as he was still
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inside of him, neither of them in any hurry to separate.
“Sometimes,” he answered. “But just because you can have ten orgasms in less than an hour doesn’t mean they’ll all be fabulous. That’s still all you doing that to me.”
Mick accented those words with a sensual thrust, and Jason
gasped as he chuckled.
Then he got serious once more. “Would you turn me into a
werewolf? Because we’re mates?”
Mick stiffened behind him. “Not if you didn’t want me to. Some wolves do that, I wouldn’t. You don’t have to worry.”
“I’m not worried. I ”—
A loud banging on their door had them both startled and jumpy.
The door was locked, though.
“Yeah?” Mick called, gently separating himself from Jason.
Though Jason suspected that Mick already knew who was on the other side of the door, Jason had to wait until he heard James’s voice.
“Get out here now, Mick. Hunters are on our land.”