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Terry moaned loudly, completely uncaring that there were other people in the house who might hear him, and Morgan soon followed with that same mentality. He pushed and pulled himself in and out of  Terry’s body until the bed started to move in the same rhythm as his thrusting hips.

“You. Are. Mine. Forever,” Morgan said through gritted teeth, punctuating each word with a sharp lunge of his pelvis.

Then it happened. Though they were mated, a mated pair still needed to claim each other for everything to be complete on both

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ends. Otherwise there was still that little piece on both sides that  remained out of sync.

Just as Morgan sped up, feeling the peak of his pleasure looming,  he felt that connection between him and the man beneath him grow  stronger, more solid, until there was nothing in the world that could  separate them.

He kept on moving, continuing to milk himself inside Terry until  his cock was finally sated, but Terry still humped desperately against  him.

“Please, don’t stop. I need…”

“I’ve got you,” Morgan said, and he reached down and took hold  of Terry’s still-swollen prick.

Only now that he was no longer intoxicated on his lust was he  able to look down and really appreciate what he had in his hand.

Terry was long and thick, and from the looks of things, a little  longer than Morgan was, but Morgan was definitely a bit thicker.  Terry was also cut, unlike Morgan. Werewolves born and raised out  in the wild certainly didn’t have that procedure done, so that could  only mean that Terry’s lapse into the world of feral werewolves had  happened more recently. A least after the last winter, judging by the  way the poor kid was handling this winter on his own.

A shiver passed through Terry’s body as Morgan’s hand gripped  him and then stroked up and down. It was kind of strange, the way  Terry was still canting his hips against Morgan’s, while Morgan  stroked his dick.

Despite how he was already so recently satisfied, a tremor passed through his body, and his heart rate and breathing picked up as his cock filled once more.

Morgan groaned and began thrusting in earnest again. He let go of  Terry’s dick and braced his hands on either side of the omega’s head as he fucked the smaller man into the mattress.

It had been a while and all that, but he still didn’t expect his body to be so eager, or for Terry to be so willing, all things considered. He

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wouldn’t question it. He wouldn’t analyze it either, not when it felt  this good to have Terry’s body squeezing down on Morgan’s cock.

“Nice, that’s  nice,” Terry said, drawing out the word so that it

sounded like  niiiiiiice.

Morgan was gasping again, trying to keep his eyes from falling shut as he claimed his mate. He wanted to look at him. He loved the

way Terry’s face twisted in pleasure, and how his cheeks became rosy

as he was fucked.

“Touch me,” Morgan said. “Put your hands on me. Now.”

Terry did as he was told, his warm hands sliding up the muscles of  Morgan’s chest, his fingers brushing and pinching his nipples. Then  Terry lifted his mouth to the side of Morgan’s neck, licking and  sucking with all the energy and eagerness as though he were sucking  on a candy.

Then Terry’s hand shot down between them, his arm jerking hard  and fast as he stroked himself. “Ughhh! I’m gonna come!”

Morgan felt the wet splash of Terry’s cum on his stomach. He  liked it. He liked that his mate’s seed was on him, marking him just as  much as Morgan was marking Terry.

Morgan needed another minute before he could come again, his  previous orgasm making this newer one take just a little bit longer to  reach. Morgan’s fingers became claws just as Terry’s had, and they  punctured the mattress as Morgan fucked his mate with every ounce  of strength he possessed.

He came with a roar, unable to contain that more animal side of

himself as he spilled his fluids inside of his mate.

Terry was his. Morgan would make sure to find out what had  happened to put the omega in this state, and he would never allow  anything like it to happen ever again.

Morgan swore he nearly dozed off. The warmth of the body  beneath him and the twitter-pated mood those orgasms put him in was  too much to resist.

Then a loud pounding on the door yanked him out of his almost

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nap.

“What is it?” Morgan called, knowing it was Nick and noting the  way Terry’s eyes had gone wide and wild as he searched for the loud  noise that had disturbed them.

“If you two are finished,” the other man said from behind the  door. “I think the storm’s starting to pass. I can smell people outside.  They have guns.”

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Chapter Six

Terry heard the man on the other side of the door announce that there were people nearby, and everything inside him screamed at him to get up, run, hide, fight, do whatever he could do to keep from being taken away from Morgan’s arms.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he actually felt safe.  Morgan’s body, his warmth, and his comforting smile all equalled safety, but there were people out there who wanted to snuff that out and take Morgan away from him.

He couldn’t let that happen. That was why, when Morgan tried to get up from where he lay, Terry reached for him, taking his wrist and stopping him from going to the door.

“Don’t go outside. They’ll find you.”

Morgan put his hand on Terry’s shoulder, that calming smile back on his face. Terry liked Morgan’s smile because it didn’t give him the chills the way it did when the others had smiled at him. There was nothing sinister or hidden in that smile. There was only honesty and

openness.

“I’ll come right back for you. Whoever