by Marcy Jacks
Mason grinned at him just as Derek got down on his knees and kissed him. “This should work,” he said.
Derek happily got back into position. Mason opened the cap and squeezed the white contents into his hand. Derek felt the intrusion of a wet and slick finger against his pucker. The lotion was cold. It had been a while since he’d done this, but he was no less eager, and he
pushed back against the intruding digit.
Yeah, this should definitely work.
Mason moaned, likely at the sight of watching his finger disappear
in Derek’s asshole.
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When Derek began humping back against the finger, Mason
added another.
Derek closed his eyes and moaned a little. It felt good. Those fingers were just what he needed right now. Thank God that bottle had been handy.
Then Mason added a third, and for a second the pleasure was offset by a sharp, burning pain. Derek clenched up and held still for a minute, adjusting himself.
“You all right?” Mason asked. “Is it not working?”
Derek blew out a breath and shook the hair out of his eyes as he looked behind himself. He smiled at Mason. The pain was manageable. He would be fine.
“Great. I’m ready now,” Derek said, spreading his legs wider to emphasize that point.
Mason’s nostrils flared, his eyes becoming sharp and golden. Derek could still remember those eyes from the last time they had been together.
Mason grabbed his dick, poured pretty much the rest of the bottle into his hand, and covered his cock with it, biting his lip as he did, and then lined it up with Derek’s hole.
He was so strung out on the anticipation that it was nearly too much for him, nearly better than actually having someone inside him, stretching him, filling him.
Then Mason pushed in, stopped, and then thrust the rest of the way when he felt Derek relax beneath him.
Derek moaned and bucked as the tip of Mason’s heavy cock touched his prostate. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
He tried thrusting against Mason to get it going, his cock and balls ready to shoot out his cum, but Mason was too fast for him, and he reached around and grabbed him by the base of his penis once more.
“You fucking prick,” Derek cursed, letting his head fall down between his hands. Despite being unable to come, that didn’t stop him from humping into Mason’s hand or back against the dick in his ass.
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Mason chuckled. “I’m going to make sure you only come when I tell you to.” Mason thrust into him for good measure, and he groaned brokenly.
“Fine, fine, just stop with this and fuck me!” Derek had had enough of foreplay and waiting, and while he was the kind of person who liked to draw out his pleasure, right now he was more interested in just coming.
He and Mason would take their time later.
Mason, however, did not release his dick, but he did continue to
thrust into Derek’s hole, still touching the very edge of Derek’s prostate and moaning deliciously as he did.
It was good, so fucking good, and despite his anger over not being able to come, Derek thrust back against him like it was the first time he’d ever had sex all over again. They had zero rhythm, and he felt when Mason’s balls slammed against the back of his thighs as Mason rocked against him. He took pleasure in the groans coming out of the other man.
“You’re mine. Never leaving you. Mine,” Mason said.
“Fine. By. Me,” Derek gasped, and then he collapsed down to his elbows, listening as Mason moaned at the new position.
That was apparently all it took, as Mason’s already-fast hips sped up, pumping into him like there was an engine inside him doing all that work.
Derek squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his forehead against the floor, and cried out as Mason finally let go of his prick and he came.
Derek’s hand shot down like it had a mind of its own and grabbed his cock, jerking it as he came, drawing out the pleasure.
He was still on his high when he felt Mason release his fluid inside of him with a long shout. His fingers were digging so sharply into Derek’s hips that he thought he might have bruises later.
Hell, he would have bruises later.
Derek’s body turned into Jell-O, and the second he felt Mason let up on his grip, he collapsed, not even minding the fact that he now
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had a small puddle of his cum sticking to his stomach.
Mason didn’t seem to mind much either as he came down, gently, on top of Derek’s back.
Derek felt the warm press of those lips against his back and his neck.
He crossed his arms to rest his cheek on them and then turned to
look behind him.
Mason’s eyes were blue again, and he was looking at Derek in that same way he remembered being looked at back when he was a scrawny little stick figure.
That never got old coming from this man.
Mason snuggled down next to him, and they both took a moment to just breathe and let the strength in their limbs return.
“I don’t know too much about werewolf strength,” Derek said after some companionable silence. “But I’m thinking the next time we should take this into the bedroom.”
Derek wasn’t too sure if it would be considered rude for him, as a
guest, to be having sex in the guest house in which he was staying,
but it was way too late for that now.
Mason chuckled. “Least I didn’t destroy the kitchen this time.”
Derek laughed.
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Chapter Six
Tom slammed down the radio, causing Billy to jump. The bandages on his fingers were comical as he tried to clean out the guns they had and collected from that pawn shop before it burned to the ground, but Tom was not feeling very peachy right now.
“No word yet?”
When Tom glared at him, Billy quickly went back to what he was doing.
No, there hadn’t been any word yet. The other hunters in Tom’s circle were all either scared away from the site, having heard the stories of other hunters not returning, or returning after losing so much ammo and coming back with so few pelts, if any at all, that there were not many people out there willing to take the risk of hunting these creatures.
At least not in this area.
Cowards. It was the most dangerous ones who needed to be taken out as quickly as possible! Did they not see that? Tom had sent a message to those wolves when he burned down the establishment of that supporter. He and Billy couldn’t yet take a trip to the house, not with the police watching it to see if the boy would come back. He’d been listening on the local radio. No bodies found within what remained of the shop. Apparently there was a window that the guy had slipped out of.
It was a shame, really, but at the same time not at all. Burning that little prick to death would have been a good punishment, but at least now he could hunt the man down and watch him burn instead.
Tom hoped the little bastard got cocky enough to try coming back
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so he could skin him like he would any werewolf. He’d skin the little prick alive, dry the hide, and then make sure the wolves got the skin as a little present.
He’d work out the details of the delivery later.
Persistence always paid off. After another hour of calling his contacts, he was given the number of a group of younger hunters, still fresh on the idea they were invincible and searching more for a thrill than for the eradication of one of the world’s most dangerous species.
They weren’t too far away from the area, maybe a day’s drive. That was better than Tom could’ve hoped for. He could plan through the night and expect to have his new team in by tomorrow afternoon.
From what Tom has seen so far, there were plenty of werewolves in this area, more than enough to keep a bunch of thrill seekers happy while Tom search
ed for the pack where that kid came from.
* * * *
Derek was now able to walk more freely around the land now compared to before. It wasn’t as though anyone had been preventing him, but more like he just didn’t feel comfortable going for a stroll around a crowded area filled with strangers who were avoiding him.
Then suddenly, people were smiling at him, inviting him out to their barbecues, shaking his hand, and making him feel like he’d been friends with these people forever.
Somehow he got the feeling that was partly to do with his and
Mason’s getting together.
He doubted Mason had gone around telling everyone they’d had sex and were now a couple. It was more likely that the thin walls of the cottage paired with the stupid smile Mason had sported ever since leaving the small cottage was more the culprit.
He tried to hide his embarrassment to the best of his ability whenever another member of the pack put their arm around his shoulder in a welcome-to-the-family sort of way or smiled at him in a
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knowing fashion.
Currently, Derek was with a few of the werewolves that had made
him feel the most comfortable.
Adam, Corey, and Tristan.
If Derek remembered this right, Corey was the partner of Mason’s brother, and so the other man had spent as much time as he could making Derek feel welcome, even before the entire pack found out that he and Mason were having sex.
The only difference was that now everything didn’t feel so awkward, so Derek was able to accept the invitations that Corey offered him. He was sort of curious as to how Corey’s hand had become so badly scarred. It looked as though several layers of flesh had been peeled away and never grew back. He didn’t want to be rude, so he didn’t ask and tried not to stare.
Tristan was the most fun, and Derek liked sharing a beer with him, and Adam was an alpha.
Since this was the first time Derek had been able to actually be near any of these amazing people for this long, he allowed himself to be curious about this subject. He wanted to learn everything he could about the place that had once been Mason’s home.
“So, two wolves of the same sex coming together is normal? I mean, no one here seems to have any issues with that,” Derek added when all three pairs of eyes looked at each other.
There were the usual awkward glances at each other before Adam decided to answer that one. “I wouldn’t take what you see in this pack as being the norm for other packs, Derek,” he said. “A lot of the alphas here have mated with omegas. That’s normal, but not that common. In the wild, real alpha wolves tend to mate with other alphas, and only if they’re opposite sex. Nick and I are mated alphas, but we’re werewolves, so that sort of mix isn't common at all. The
fact that we’re both alphas and male is a whole other level of different, actually. A lot of people would’ve thought we’d be too aggressive to make a mated pair, but somehow it works for us.”
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This new information shocked Derek. “So, you don’t actually see a lot of wolves of the same sex coming together?”
“We have lately,” Tristan said. “I’m mated with a human, though.
He does have that alpha personality, which I guess works out for us.”
“These idiots don’t know what they’re talking about and are just guessing,” Corey said. “I haven’t been a werewolf for very long, only a couple months, but I’ve checked in on this. Yes, in the wild it’s common for two alpha wolves to come together. Not an alpha and an omega like how werewolves do it.”
“Yeah, but how we’ve been mating here is what’ s not common,”
said Tristan.
“Says you and only because you’ve never seen any other pack but
this one and Phil’s.”
“Who?” Derek asked.
“He’s a leading alpha in a neighboring pack.”
Jesus Christ. It wasn’t just James’s pack in the area, but there were more of them? How had Derek lived the last ten years of his life in Brampton and never known this?
Granted, he hadn’t known for certain about werewolves until he
met Mason, but he’d thought he’d developed an eye for them after that. He thought he’d be able to tell when there were more of them in such a small area.
Guess he was wrong.
Tristan had the decency to look sheepish. He crossed his arms and actually pouted. “Doesn’t mean anything,” he muttered.
Corey rolled his eyes and looked back at Derek before bringing the neck of his beer to his lips. “Sometimes these guys’ll forget they’re people first and wolves second.”
“Our wolves are just as much a part of us as any wolf in the wild.”
“Yes, but they don’t change into people and get jobs to bring in money. We’re similar to them, yes, very similar, but we’re still in a whole different league, and that means different rules will apply to us and our instincts.”
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He had a pretty good point, and from the looks on Adam’s and Tristan’s faces, they knew it, too.
Not that Derek had any idea of what it was like to be a werewolf, but it was the most interesting thing in the world, watching them debate over the differences between werewolves and wild American
wolves.
The questions at first ranged from being serious and philosophical to silly and joking. Tristan even went so far as to ask if a wolf transforming into a human would be a wereman.
Derek chatted with them some more, getting the lay of the land, as well as some of the rules the pack followed in order to survive. Everyone was responsible for a couple of things. Some did the laundry and cooked, though everyone was responsible for their own cleaning, while others went out and hunted for meat or took odd jobs in town to bring in money.
Derek had seen them before, usually alphas loading up their trucks with the furniture of people who were moving into a different house
or apartment.
He knew that Mrs. Kettle, the crazy cat lady he’d purchased the pawn shop from, had her groceries delivered to her by one of the wolves from this pack. Another female werewolf did her gardening while she drank iced tea in the shade.
Derek wondered if anyone in the town knew just how close they were to dealing with the supernatural.
“What’re your plans?” Corey asked.
Derek blinked. He hadn’t meant to space out like he had. “Me? I guess when my name clears I’ll see what I can salvage of the shop. Maybe the insurance money will be enough for me to start it up again if there’s nothing left over. Why are you shaking your head at me?”
Corey stopped, his body going tight, as though he hadn’t realized he’d been shaking his head to begin with.
More of that awkward looking amongst each other thing happened between Tristan and Adam before they both got up.
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“Hey! Where are you both going?” Corey demanded.
Adam downed the last of his beer and put the empty bottle on the picnic table where they’d been sitting. “You’re the boss’s mate and an omega. As far as stuff like this is concerned, you’re in charge.”
“Stuff like what?” Corey asked.
“Gentle letdowns,” Tristan said.
Derek didn’t like that one bit.
Both men said their good-byes to him and shook his hand, and Derek was left alone with the man who was apparently going to try and gently let him down about something.
“Okay, what are they talking about?” he asked.
Corey’s jaw clenched up. “Maybe this is the kind of thing you should be speaking with James about. He’ll know the rules better than I will.”
Likely because James was the one to make the rules. “Please just tell me what the rules might be then,” Derek said through clenched teeth. He’d never fought so hard for patience before in all his life.
The rest of the pack wandering around must have seen
the other two weres leave the table, or at the very least they sensed the tension coming from the space, because everyone was suddenly keeping a distance.
Corey ran his hands through his hair, shifting his body so that he was facing Derek straight on from across the wooden table. “Okay, this is what I know, and you’ll still want to double-check with James and Mason because this might not even be permanent.”
“Might” didn’t take away from the fact that Corey had also said permanent. “Just tell me.”
He especially wanted to know what the hell Mason had to do with this.
Corey drummed his fingers onto the table. “You know that the police are looking for you, right?”
Derek nodded, keeping his eyes firmly locked onto the guilty ones that Corey was sporting. “Yes, because they want to question me
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about insurance fraud.”
“Right, well, considering that there are a couple of hunters out to get you, too, we can’t let you get picked up.”
Derek had already figured that part out, but what he thought was going to happen clearly didn’t mesh with what the werewolves were expecting to happen.
“I figured you were all keeping me safe from the hunters. Is this because you’re all worried that if I’m brought in the hunters will try and get me out of the station or something?”
“It’s not like it’s unknown for a hunter to be a police officer. Believe me, I was shocked when I heard about that, too. It’s not
common because they prefer to go their own route instead of chasing human bad guys, but we are in a pretty secluded area. Small town, woodland for miles in all directions, it wouldn’t be too far out there to
assume that someone with a badge who comes looking might be a hunter, too. Even if they’re not, they’re going to ask you questions we can’t let you answer.”