by Fel Fern
“Morning,” he said, nuzzling Jack’s neck. Some days, it still felt unbelievable that he woke up to the sight of his mate, making him breakfast or snoozing next to him. Who knew Max could ever be this happy, this content?
The close brush with death yesterday was also a kind of wake-up call. Max couldn’t imagine a life without Jack.
“I’m making breakfast,” Jack said, “as an apology, for running off without telling you yesterday.”
“Never again,” Max began.
Jack turned off the stove, twisted so they now looked at each other face-to-face.
“You scared the hell out of me, Jack. I was out of my mind, worried for you,” he admitted.
“I’m surprised you held off scolding me last night.”
Max let out warning growl. “Don’t push it, little Esper.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t let Glenn go alone.”
Max tipped his chin, smirked. “Never mind. No use dwelling on the past. You can make it up to me with breakfast and in bed.”
“In bed?” Jack asked, suggestive look in his eyes. “What about your enforcer duties?”
“Oh yes, little Esper. You don’t need to worry about my responsibilities. I have the day off.”
Jack squirmed under his gaze. Max could scent Jack’s arousal in the air. His own dick thickened in anticipation. He cupped Jack’s cheek, then lowered his mouth over Jack’s. The sweet taste of his mate exploded on his lips.
Wanting more, he ran his hand down Jack’s sides, annoyed at the piece of shirt between them. He thrust his tongue down Jack’s throat, liked it when Jack sucked down hard on it. When he pulled away, Jack panted.
“What about breakfast?”
“Breakfast first,” Max agreed, not wanting the food to turn cold.
He let Jack finish frying up the rest of the bacon, set the table, and made coffee. They ate at the kitchen counter and he noticed the plate of banana muffins. Recognizing his grandmother’s favorite daisy serving plate, he asked, “When did Candace stop by?”
“About two hours ago. She heard about yesterday and, like you, started to fuss over me. I had to lift my shirt to assure her I’m fine,” he said. Jack then smiled. “I think she likes me.”
“Oh, she does. I think more than her own grandson.”
“Wait, is that jealousy I hear?”
Max pretended to huff and finished off his bacon. “I’m glad you made an extra batch.”
“Well, I’m aware shifters eat more than human or Esper males,” Jack said, eying his chest, then licked his lips. It struck him how much Jack had changed. When they first met, Jack had a tendency to blush around him. Max was glad his mate was now bold enough to tell him what he wanted and was no longer shy about his desires.
Max never had a humble bone in his body, anyway, and always liked the fact Jack appreciated his muscles. “What are you looking at, little Esper?” he drawled.
“My glorious mate.” They finished up breakfast quickly and once the set the plates and cutlery on the sink, Max yanked at Jack’s shirt.
“Off with the clothes,” Max said, practically growling out the words. “You’ve made me wait long enough.”
* * * *
Jack recognized the familiar look of hunger on the dominant werewolf’s face. It sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He didn’t protest when Max peeled off his shirt. Jack’s boxers followed. Max took off his shorts, too, and nudged him toward the living room. They made it as far as the couch, no surprise.
His ass hit the arm of the couch. He groaned as Max dropped to his knees, closed his hand on the base of his cock and used his tongue to flick at the pre-cum gathered at his tip. Jack gripped the leather as Max licked and explored him from top to bottom. Max opened his mouth, closed those lips over his shaft, and began bobbing his head up and down. The sight of his mate going down on him and the feel of Max’s hot mouth made him rock hard in moments.
Jack whimpered when Max moved his hand past his balls to finger his asshole.
Max paused, as if he knew Jack was about to blow, then rose to his feet, drawing Jack for a kiss. Jack could taste himself on Max’s lips, his cry muffled when Max continued giving him a hand job, strokes quick and fast.
“Come for me, baby,” Max ordered after the kiss, working his prick even faster.
A tug at his balls and Jack gasped, clutching at Max’s shoulders he spilled his jizz all over Max’s fingers.
“Good job, baby.”
He blushed at the obvious tenderness in Max’s voice. They weren’t done, far from it. He licked his lips at the sight of Max’s erection. Max grinned, turned him by the shoulder, and bent him over the couch. His mate grabbed a few pillows, placing them under his chest.
“Wait here,” Max said, running his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair.
“Not going anywhere,” he said.
Moments later, Max returned with a lube in hand. He parted his thighs as Max positioned himself behind him and worked a generous amount of lube inside his ass. His dick twitched as Max slid one finger in and added in a second, beginning to widen him for access. He moaned into the fabric, a plea slipping from his lips.
“Please,” he uttered, longing to feel Max’s dick buried deep in him.
Max gripped his ass cheeks apart, then slid his dick inside him. He clutched at the sofa as Max pushed all the way in, until his balls rested against his ass. Like always, Max felt huge, stretching him completely, but Jack knew in a matter of time, Max would make him fly.
His mate began to move, strokes fast, going deeper with each turn. Jack found himself meeting his mate for every thrust, aware of his own prick turning from half- to full-mast. It didn’t help when Max reached for his dick, began stroking it, timing it with his thrusts.
Max’s next push made him gasp as his mate found that sensitive spot inside him. He arched his back as Max went for his prostate, again and again, at the same time tugging and pulling at his dick. His balls felt huge, tight against his body.
“You close?” Max whispered against his ear. He turned his head, nodded, only for Max to kiss him again.
Max’s next thrust pushed Jack over the edge. The room fell away from his line of sight as he came, screaming out Max’s name, once more emptying his jizz into Max’s hand. Max orgasmed soon after, shooting his load inside his ass.
Once they recovered, Max sat on the couch, patted his lap. He straddled his mate, rested his head on Max’s warm, broad chest, sighing when Max slid a protective arm over his back.
“Sorry about the couch,” he muttered.
“Easily replaceable,” Max said with a scoff.
“Celebratory sex worth it?” he asked.
“This? This is just round one, we have plenty to go.”
His pulse raced at those words. This right here, Jack decided, was heaven on earth.
They didn’t speak for a moment. He shut his eyes, locked his arms around Max’s neck, inhaling their combined scent and loving it.
“I love you,” he murmured. He’d say those words over and over again and never be sick of it.
“I fucking love you, too. So damn much. I can’t imagine my life without you, Jack.” Max brushed his lips over the mate mark on his neck. The bond between them pulsed to life as he snuggled closer to his mate, until their chests, bellies, and dicks touched.
Not long ago, Jack and his brother were so uncertain of the future, unsure of where their life was heading. Now, he was confident of tackling whatever the future threw at them.
THE END
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