Fuck. Were all wild omegas like this? Or could this just be a product of being forced to take care of himself for so long? Even wild
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werewolves were known to create packs to protect their smaller and
weaker members.
“I…I want it,” Terry said, sounding like he was having a hard time getting his throat to work.
“I know, but you just drank down that other bowl in less than five seconds. Give it a minute or you’ll make yourself sick,” Morgan said.
Then Terry did something that Morgan hadn’t been expecting. He turned his head to look at him. “What are you?”
Morgan looked back at him. They were both still naked, and Terry needed another hot bath, but his eyes were gentle. Not because Morgan had used their link to calm him, but he seemed genuinely curious.
“I’m a werewolf.”
Terry’s eyes widened, and then he looked back up at the ceiling.
“Oh.”
Morgan watched him carefully after that, watched the way his throat worked as he swallowed, listened to the pumping of his heart as it sped up. Terry lifted his hands, and he stared down at his palms, clenching his fingers.
“Am I a werewolf?”
The question made everything inside of Morgan freeze up. Jesus Christ, it was worse than he thought.
It was Morgan’s turn to swallow nervously. “I haven’t seen your wolf form, but the fact that you were outside, naked, and are healing so rapidly now could only mean that you are. I can kind of sense it in you. You would be an omega, though sometimes you don’t act like it.”
“Is that bad?” Terry’s voice seemed to be getting stronger as he
spoke more.
Morgan shook his head. “No. Not at all.”
Terry’s eyes clouded again. “I can smell you.”
“I can smell you, too.”
Morgan already had a pretty good idea of where this was going
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when Terry leaned into him, pressing their bodies and their lips together.
Terry’s hand slid around his back, the other coming up and gripping the spot where his shoulder met his neck, and he entwined their legs together for as much closeness as possible.
Morgan’s cock instantly filled and swelled, and when Terry humped against him, he could feel the other man’s desperate erection as well.
Terry was much more animal about it. He made little pleasured noises as he rubbed their dicks together, completely ignoring the fact that they’d just met.
Then there was the fact that Morgan wasn’t sure how old the guy was. From the finger signals Terry had given him earlier, he was going to guess it was about twenty-three, but he was on his way to hell if he had sex with this omega in the state he was in without finding out for sure.
Terry had just reached down to grip at Morgan’s ass when Morgan was finally able to force himself to grab Terry’s hands and pull them away from him.
Terry made a sound of protest when Morgan untangled them and sat up. He had to rub his face and his lips with his hands just to erase the feeling of being kissed so passionately by a complete stranger. Morgan’s cock did not go down, however. It didn’t matter how many dead puppies he thought of, even becoming desperate enough to imagine the wise woman of his pack, Old Maggie, in a bikini, nothing would make his body cooperate.
The need to stake his claim on his mate was there, and now it was
as strong as ever. His body shook with the effort it took to resist, and fuck, it was already starting to pain him.
He doubted he’d be able to go to the end of the day before he caved and bent Terry over something and fucked him hard. He wanted to do it, right now. The fact that Terry was still reaching out for him with that disappointed look on his face didn’t help anything.
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All Morgan could do was look down at him and imagine how good it would feel when he slid his cock into that parted mouth, how Terry would moan in delight when he tightened his lips around the shaft.
Morgan got to his feet. If he could only wait until the end of the night, then so be it. At least he would be able to get Terry cleaned up and put some more food into him, and then maybe find out a little more about where the omega came from, before that time came.
“No, stay,” Terry begged, sitting up and grabbing Morgan’s hand.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Morgan replied, helping Terry to his feet and moving him to the bathroom. “You need to clean up again.”
“You’ll come in the water with me?” Terry asked, his voice suggesting just how much he still feared the idea of being in the
water.
“I won’t give you a bath again. You can have a shower this time.”
Terry shivered, his arms reaching around Morgan’s waist, holding him close. “I still want you with me. I feel safe with you.”
He had to think about that for a few seconds. Well…
“Okay, but I won’t be claiming you, yet.”
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Chapter Five
Tatum threw another log onto the fire he’d built, and he stared into the bright orange flames as they crackled and burned. He laced his fingers together to rest his chin on them, and he couldn’t stop scowling.
That old fucker who’d hired him, Tom, the previous hunter to be in command, was long since dead. He’d warned Tatum and his boys that there was a reason why hunters as of late had been avoiding this spot.
Not enough were coming back alive.
Hunters were a breed who searched out and destroyed their paranormal prey in small groups of three or five. Anything bigger than that made travel difficult, and anything smaller was stupid.
Tatum had gotten enough hunters on his last planned attack that he should have been able to wipe out every werewolf they came across. He’d had at least ten men, all of whom were now dead, including Tatum’s friends, the
