Capturing the Wolf God's Attention [The Werewolves of Willow Lake 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Marcy Jacks

  He wasn’t sure how much of a trail he should be leaving behind, he still had his laptop back at the cabin, and he was pretty sure he didn’t want any hunters getting their hands on it and finding out where he lived. That would be the worst.

  Rowan touched his hair. “I do not want you to give up your family. If that is your family home, then you are welcome to go there as much as you want and never need permission from me. We’ll work something out, as far as the safety of your parents and sister goes.”

  “But the hunters—”

  “Who attacked us are all dead,” Rowan said. “Others will come, they always do, but all who know you and believe you to be a sympathizer can no longer connect you to your family.”

  That was true. Now that Mark was dead, he couldn’t go off blabbing to other hunters that Dillon had a loving family who didn’t know a thing about werewolves.

  Dillon sighed, and he hadn’t even realized the weight he’d been feeling on his shoulders until Rowan told him that. “Jesus, I didn’t even think about that.”

  “You really would have offered to never see your parents and sister again if it meant being with me?” Rowan asked, and he sounded stunned.

  Dillon felt his face grow hot as he nodded his head. “Yeah, that was about it,” he said, but then he shook his head. “Part of me can’t even believe this. You’re basically saying that I can have my cake and eat it, too.”

  “I’m somewhat familiar with that phrase, so yes, that is what I’m saying.”

  Dillon ran his fingers through his hair. “I think I need a minute to take all this in.”

  “Take as much time as you need,” Rowan said.

  Dillon had to stop himself before he could get started pacing or something, just so he could look at the other man.

  Rowan was the picture of patience, but Dillon could sense that he had just as much unease vibrating under the surface of that calm exterior.

  “You really want to make sure that I know what I’m doing, don’t you?” Dillon asked.

  “I don’t want you to regret me,” Rowan replied.

  Those words actually broke Dillon’s heart a little, and he launched himself at the other man, wrapping his arms around Rowan’s shoulders and holding on to him tight. “I want you. I fucking love you. I’d never regret you,” Dillon said.

  Rowan’s body was tight and felt closed off for only a few seconds before he sighed and hugged Dillon back. “I love you, too,” Rowan said, and then he seemed to sigh out the words. “I love you. You have no idea how much this…”

  Rowan didn’t finish his sentence. It was like he couldn’t get anything else out of himself.

  That was fine. Dillon had heard all that he needed to hear. They were going to make this work.

  Chapter Eleven

  In Dillon’s perfect world, he would have taken his new lover somewhere private to immediately celebrate this happy ending of theirs with immediate sex. Lots and lots of hard and long lasting sex. God knew he could feel how much Rowan was buzzing with lust, but stuff still needed to get done.

  Dillon had learned a few things about Rowan and his brothers, aside from the fact that they were practically demigods. They weren’t really part of Roarke’s pack. They were their own pack, but Roarke welcomed them as part of his own whenever they needed help or a place to stay because of the favors they had done for his family.

  For that, Dillon was now considered an honorary part of the pack, even though he was human and didn’t have much of an intention to get turned into a werewolf any time soon.

  The omegas seemed to be more in charge of taking care of things around the house, including the babies, which were called pups, who ranged from being only a few months, to up to four years old.

  There was only one adult female in the pack, and she was an alpha. Dillon figured it was kind of sexist for him to have looked at her and assumed that she would be in the house taking care of the babies with the rest of the omegas, so he was majorly glad he hadn’t asked her about it when she went off to help the other alphas deal with the body.

  “We can stay here for the night, or go back to your family cabin,” Rowan said when everything was done. “The pups won’t be swimming in the lake for a while now thanks to the hunter.”

  “How will you even know if it’s ever safe to swim in?” Dillon asked. “There was a dead body in it.”

  “Brishen is powerful when it comes to water,” Rowan explained. “He will make sure it’s safe before anyone goes inside.”

  Dillon looked around him. Now that all the danger was gone and the bodies were taken care of, everything seemed incredibly domestic. The alphas were with their mates and their children, food was being passed around. It was like no one had been negatively affected by the events that had just occurred.

  It made Dillon feel a lot better about his choice to be with Rowan, and still have his family in his life at the same time.

  “We can stay here the night if you want,” Dillon said. “Your brothers are here, and I’m sure you want to spend some time with them.”

  Rowan’s hand went to Dillon’s shoulder. “Yes, that’s true, but”—his mouth came close enough to Dillon’s ear that a pleasurable shiver rippled through Dillon’s body, and his dick stiffened and made the pants he was wearing incredibly uncomfortable—“I was hoping we could spend the night alone. Where we’d have no fear of anyone overhearing us.”

  Holy hell.

  “That.” Dillon cleared his throat. “I like that idea, too.”

  Christ, he more than liked the idea. Dillon was damn near ready to jump up and out of his seat, grab on to Rowan’s hand, and drag the man out of the house so they could get back to his place.

  If Rowan was as strong as the alphas here, then he could carry Dillon back to the cabin where they could be alone within minutes. He had outrun Dillon’s car, after all.

  They almost did just that, but they were sidetracked for another hour when Roarke, and all three of Rowan’s brothers, asked that they at least stay for dinner before Rowan took Dillon away for someplace where they could privately mate with each other.

  Dillon thought he had never been more embarrassed in his life. He hid his face in his hand while Rowan was being nudged and congratulated for finding his mate.

  Apparently, it was a big deal, along the lines of getting married. Everyone wanted to celebrate and wish them well, and who was Dillon to say no to that?

  He almost did feel like he’d gotten married when the food was put away and everyone started to dance to some country music. Dillon never would have thought that werewolves could be this festive, but he was hardly thinking about that as he and Rowan held each other close and danced around the main den to some uppity beat.

  Erica, as the only adult female in the pack, was practically forced to dance with each and every male member of the pack at least once before everyone else found different partners.

  “If this is how it’s like when a werewolf gets married, then I want to do it the human way, too,” Dillon said. “So my parents and sister can be there.”

  That was the only thing that made him sad about this. Now that the danger was over and everyone was happily enjoying themselves, Dillon realized what his family was missing out on. It wasn’t a real wedding and this was just put together quickly for Rowan’s sake, but the point was the same.

  “People put rings on the fingers of their spouses here, yes?” Rowan asked. “I will make you a ring to be proud to wear. Edward has gifts of the earth, and I’ll have him point me in the direction of some gold, and Alistair will use his fire to shape it, and I will put it on your finger.”

  “You don’t have to do all of that,” Dillon said, and now he was starting to feel embarrassed again. “I don’t even need a ring at all. I just want you. You’re more than enough.”

  “The same goes for me,” Rowan said. “But I want to do this anyway. You can come with me as we dig for the gold we need to make the rings. It will be an adventure.”

  Dillon
laughed. “I think it’s a lot harder than you think it is to pull gold out of the ground, but that sounds like fun, so let’s do it.”

  Rowan leaned in to kiss him, and Dillon’s body was buzzing with so much pleasure from that, that he barely heard the loud cheering over the music that was playing.

  In the end, Roarke offered one of his trucks so that Dillon could drive Rowan back to his family cabin. The man had offered another race of sorts, but Dillon already knew he would win, and he wanted Rowan beside him, holding his hand, so he asked the man to ride with him and was stupidly pleased when Rowan did.

  The second Dillon pulled up to the cabin, noting that it looked just as he’d left it, with the exception of the door and window, which were both broken thanks to the hunters, Rowan was all over him.

  Dillon didn’t even have the chance to put the vehicle in park before Rowan was almost in his seat, his hands all over him, sliding across his body and warm beneath his clothes.

  At first Dillon worried that the sight of the cabin, and what very nearly happened within it, would have ruined the moment, or his happy memories of the place, but every worry he had vanished when Rowan’s hand touched his skin.

  He moaned and leaned into it. He pressed his chest closer to Rowan’s hand until the man got the hint and started brushing his fingers against Dillon’s nipples.

  It was really warm all of a sudden in the truck, and Dillon quickly got out of the seat belt and pushed himself onto Rowan, climbing into the man’s lap and thrusting his cock down against Rowan’s hips.

  “Fuck!” Dillon moaned.

  “You’re impatient,” Rowan said, gasping the words, and it felt so damn good when he carded his fingers through Dillon’s hair. “Good. Ride me until you come, and then I will take you inside and fuck you the way you want to be.”

  “You talk too much when you’re getting off,” Dillon said, and he pushed his mouth down onto Rowan’s, thrusting his tongue inside of the hot space.

  He was almost shocked that Rowan had allowed him to do that, but then again, Brishen had explained that he was a beta. He didn’t mind being dominated from time to time.

  It made Dillon think of all the positions he could likely get away with as time went on and they stayed together. If Rowan was a beta, did that mean he wouldn’t mind being rolled onto his belly and fucked as hard and fast as Dillon wanted the other man to do to him right at that moment?

  He was going to find out later, but the anticipation of it, just thinking about it, made his cock almost unbearably hard. Every thrust he made pushed his dick up against the firm material of his jeans, making them feel tighter, but it was good. It was so damn good, and Dillon curled his arms around Rowan’s shoulders as he canted his hips faster against Rowan’s.

  “Ungh!” Rowan said, and when he threw his head back, Dillon attacked the man’s throat with his lips and teeth. “You are going to be the death of me,” Rowan said. “This is a good way to die.”

  Rowan didn’t take his hands off of Dillon’s skin to get them between their bodies. He put his strong fingers down onto Dillon’s hips, however, and he was firm in his movements, trying to steer Dillon almost, pushing their bodies down harder against each other, until it was less up and down motions and more back and forth.

  Long, hard, back and forth movements that made Dillon’s balls tighten almost all the way into his body. The pleasure was building behind his stomach and he was there. He could almost reach his orgasm and it was only going to take a few more thrusts before he was done.

  Dillon put his lips on Rowan’s mouth and moaned against his lips when he did come. The movement of his hips became jerky as raw pleasure coursed through him.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” Rowan said.

  Dillon was tempted to stop and jump out of the truck just to be a tease, so he could make Rowan chase him all the way to their bedroom, and as fun as that fantasy sounded, he couldn’t do it to the man.

  He kept on moving, even after the warmth in his pants became not so warm, and it was uncomfortable and even a little painful against his still sensitive cock. Dillon kept his eyes on Rowan’s face, and he gently nipped and licked at his mouth every time Rowan’s tongue came out, or when he bit down on his lower lip and moaned.

  “That’s it, you’re almost there, aren’t you?” Dillon said, and he thrust down harder against Rowan’s cock. He could still feel it, even through their clothes.

  He wondered where Rowan kept on getting the clean clothes from, and if the owners would mind that this was happening to them, but then he figured that it didn’t matter. It was almost enough to make him laugh, but then Rowan grabbed on to his shoulders and squeezed tight enough to make Dillon hiss in pain.

  “Oh, yes!” Rowan shouted, and he bucked in the seat of the truck, throwing his head back as his hips jumped. The top of Dillon’s head nearly banged into the roof of the truck, but luckily that didn’t happen as Rowan’s body relaxed and the man sighed.

  It smelled heavily of sex when they were done, but Dillon could still feel how hard Rowan was between his legs, and strangely enough, he was hard, too. His balls were heavy and aching, and it was like he hadn’t come at all.

  “Fuck, is this a side effect of being with a werewolf?” Dillon asked.

  Rowan had a lazy smile on his face as he reached his hand up to touch Dillon’s face. “Sometimes our sexual energy has been known to be contagious. It’s why, when two wolves are in heat for each other, the others around them, whether they are in heat or not, will have similar symptoms.”

  “Those sound like some pretty amazing symptoms to have,” Dillon said, and as much as he wanted to rest his head against Rowan’s chest and fall asleep, his cock and balls were still pestering him for attention, and he got up. “The lube’s still where we last left it,” he said. “You wanna race me back inside?”

  Rowan grinned, and it was clear that he was recalling the first time they’d been together. “Are you always this playful? If so, then I like it.”

  “Not always,” Dillon said, and he shook his head. “You’re going to be a little disappointed with me when, in the next couple of days, I’m attached to the computer because I’m trying to get up my word count after having missed so much.”

  “Hmm, perhaps we can work out a reward system,” Rowan said. “I will be sitting between your legs as you write your more erotic scenes, and I will put my lips on your cock and suck on you as you imagine your characters fucking each other.”

  Dillon shivered. “Damn, that sounds like some real motivation,” he said, and then he laughed. “I don’t know any other writers who get that done to them while they’re trying to work.”

  “You will be lucky then. You will be the first of your friends to have that happen to them.”

  Dillon kissed the man, and he opened his mouth and sighed against Rowan’s lips when the man’s tongue came out and gently brushed against Dillon’s.

  The kiss was short-lived. They didn’t take it farther than that just because they both had somewhere else they wanted to be. It was incredible how horny Dillon was even after already having an orgasm.

  He was going to have to use that in one of his later stories.

  They fumbled their way out of the truck and ran hand-in-hand to the cabin, forgetting all about having any kind of race. The real race seemed to be getting to the bedroom together instead of seeing who could make it there first.

  Dillon already knew that Rowan could beat him there anyway, so it wasn’t like it would have mattered.

  They didn’t bother shutting any of the doors behind them, and when Dillon and Rowan both reached for the bedroom door at the same time, they ended up tripping over each other and falling onto the floor, laughing the entire way, even when they conked their heads together.

  Somehow, everything was just funny at the moment, and Dillon didn’t mind it at all when Rowan rolled on top of him and began kissing him again.

  “You’re not hurt, are you?” he asked, their mouths still
together.

  Dillon shook his head. “No.”

  Sure, his head was aching a little, but that was nothing compare to how good Rowan was making him feel at the moment.

  “Good,” Rowan replied, which was about when he looked around himself, at the fine dusting of wolf’s bane that they’d both forgotten all about.

  “We can’t do this here,” Rowan said.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry, I forgot all about this,” Dillon said, and he helped his mate to his feet so they could both leave the room. Dillon noted there was a bit of the powder on Rowan’s clothes now from the fall. “Will this hurt you?”

  “Not this little bit, and only so long as I don’t breathe it in, but my clothes will need a wash.”

  That bedroom was going to have to be massively cleaned before they could use it again. “There’s a second bedroom, but it’s small,” Dillon said.

  “It has a bed?”

  “Yeah,” Dillon replied, and Rowan kissed him again before taking his hand.

  “Let’s go then.”

  “Wait, first,” Dillon said, and he didn’t finish that sentence as he hurried back into the room, shutting the door behind him just in case there were still wolf’s bane particles in the air that Rowan could breathe in.

  He grabbed the lube quickly. It was protected from wolf’s bane dust in the nightstand, and he rushed back out of the room, hardly disturbing anything else.

  He was pretty sure that he had almost no wolf’s bane on him, and he felt a little like a ninja with how quickly he’d pulled that off.

  He wiggled the bottle in front of Rowan with a smile. “Right, time to get naked, now.”

  Rowan grinned at him, and together they ran to the only other bedroom in the tiny cabin, kicking their clothes off and leaving them scattered in the hallway.

  The spare bedroom was almost laughably small, and the bed would definitely only be of use to them if they were close cuddlers.

  Rowan didn’t make any complaints. He just pushed Dillon down onto his back.