“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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