Jude gave him a tentative smile. “I thought after last night...”
Mack licked the head, tasting the pre-cum seeping from the slit. He should’ve given in last night. His fear of the bond was less than his fear of the aufhockers. Now he wanted whatever this meant.
With a final kiss on the tip, Mack stood and led Jude to the tent. It took Jude several minutes to find what he wanted, but Mack was doing a good job of distracting him with his hands and mouth.
Jude held his prizes. “We can go back out if you want.”
“Do you want to?”
He hesitated before finally nodding. “I’ve never…outside.”
Mack had, but it had been an innocent camping trip, no shifting involved. It had nearly killed him. He’d broken up with Ned soon after. “The breeze on the skin.” Mack trialed his hand down Jude’s side. His nails were filthy after running around the woods on all fours. “The tiny risk of someone walking past.”
Jude’s eyes rounded.
“I was joking. There’s no one around for miles. That wouldn’t stop me anyway. But I do need something.” He reached for the pocket in his pack where he kept the wipes, for emergency camping cleanups. He pulled one out and washed his hands, removing the worst of the dirt.
Jude took the opportunity to tease. His mouth was a warm, wet heat that engulfed his length with no warning. Wrappers crinkled, then Jude released him and rolled the rubber on before taking Mack in his mouth again.
He took far longer than he should wiping his hands, so he could watch. Jude underestimated his abilities; he didn’t need magic to tame Mack, just his tongue. It would be too easy to stay there and let Jude continue, but he wanted more. He pushed himself up to sitting. “Outside.”
Jude turned and crawled out of the tent. The lube was between Mack’s feet. He picked it up and followed. The small fire crackled, and sunlight danced over the ground. Mack didn’t crawl, he got up and walked to the camp chair. If they were sturdy enough to take his father’s bulk, they wouldn’t collapse under the two of them. He sat and beckoned Jude over.
He half expected Jude to crawl, but he didn’t. That had been for effect only, and it had worked. The way his ass had wiggled as he’d left the tent was a tease Mack didn’t need. Jude slid onto his lap like he’d done it a hundred times before and knew exactly how to wrap his arms around Mack’s neck and where to press against him.
Mack knew what Jude wanted. Not in the vague take-me-now way, but the way he wanted to be touched. It was magic. It had to be the magic. He either fought it—which he’d done last night—or he surrendered to it. Surrendering was the much better option. Maybe the Fates weren’t trying to mess up his life, and this was meant to be a good thing.
He slicked his fingers with lube and teased Jude’s tight hole. Jude rolled his hips or pushed back, wanting more than a tease or one finger. His moans were muffled by the kisses. It was Mack who broke first, needing more, but Jude who sank down, taking him deep. He was hot and tight around Mack, then he started moving. Like this, Jude had the control and Mack could see his face. This wasn’t a nameless random he’d picked up in a club and never wanted to see again. Jude was his witch. His mate.
Mack kept one hand on Jude’s hip and used the other to stroke his dick. Jude’s eyelids lowered, and his breathing quickened. He put one hand on Mack’s thigh for leverage and rode him harder. Mack’s hand became slippery. The heat lodged in his balls spread. Lust tumbled through him. His or Jude’s?
Jude bit his lower lip as though worried about being too noisy, then he shuddered and came, splashing on Mack’s belly and chest. And Mack let go with a growl. Slowly, he was able to separate his desire from Jude’s, but their heartbeats still kept time.
“That was worth waiting for.” After several heartbeats, Jude kissed him and got up.
It was only then Mack realized that Jude had most definitely been in charge the way a witch should be with their familiar…and he hadn’t even cared.
“Yeah,” he said too softly for Jude to hear. He’d given in to Jude at every turn, and there’d been no magic involved. No, that wasn’t true. He’d resisted last night, he still had control over his own actions. He could’ve taken Jude in the tent or his knees. He could’ve done any number of things differently, but he hadn’t because on some level he’d known this is what Jude wanted.
Did Jude have the same sense about him?
He watched Jude head for the tent to get cleaned up with his wipes. Next time it would be different. He’d wait and see if Jude could feel what he wanted—though to be fair, he’d gotten what he wanted. And he shouldn’t be thinking about next time.
He should be thinking about survival.
Chapter Ten
As soon as the sun dropped behind the trees, the shadows darkened, and the temperature fell. Jude tossed another branch on the fire. He doubted the little flame, that was barely big enough to heat their dinner, would keep any animal away, definitely not an aufhocker.
“Did you pack a gun?” Jude glanced over at Mack who was putting two steaks into a pan.
“Don’t own one.”
We’re going to die. Jude dropped another stick into the flames and wished the fire was about three times the size, or that they were in a building, or even miles from here. This wasn’t a problem he could fix, familiar or not. They were too vulnerable.
Something rustled, and his heart nearly exploded in fright. Being here in daylight was almost fun—or maybe that was because of what they’d been doing. Being here at dusk, or night, was about as far from
