Jacks, Marcy - Mason Returns to His Mate [DeWitt's Pack 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Man Marcy Jacks (ready to read books txt) 📖

this, Mason noted. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but there was something about touching  Derek’s skin now compared to before that was on an entirely different level.

Everything in his body tingled, the harder he pressed himself against Derek, the better he felt, the more the nerves under his flesh responded, and the more they both shivered.

“Fuck, what is that?” Derek asked.

“Don’t know,” Mason replied, humping  against him, pressing  their cocks together, and putting his lips against Derek’s neck and  jaw.

It felt like his senses had been heightened. When he kissed  Derek’s jugular, he could feel the rush of blood beneath the man’s  skin as his heartbeat pumped within his chest. His lips could feel  every inch of his skin, taste everything on him.

He smelled like clean sweat, and Mason could even taste the

water from the shower Derek had taken that morning.

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Derek lifted his knees, groaning and pushing his hips back against  Mason’s thrusts. He felt like a teenager in heat. He needed to get off, and he needed to do that on Derek, in him. He needed to claim him as

his own.

“You’re mine,” Mason growled.

“Ah!” Derek said, a sound between a moan and a sigh as his  fingernails  tugged on the skin on Mason’s back.

Derek tried kissing him, but Mason pulled away. “Tell me you’re  mine,” he demanded.

“I’m yours. I’m yours. Fuck me, already!”

Mason complied, pulling himself off of his lover and flipping the

other man around almost violently. He couldn’t help himself. He just

needed to do this.

Mason gripped Derek by the hips and placed a kiss onto his pucker. Derek shivered, his entire body clenching up. He knew what was coming, and Mason pressed his tongue against the waiting hole,

pushing against the ring of muscle.

Derek bucked and cursed and said all sort of things that Mason  paid no attention to. His only focus was on his task, preparing Derek  for what he was about to do.

He didn’t listen to the words Derek said, but the sounds went

straight to his balls and dick. His balls became heavy, and his cock  thickened and pulsed with the blood that rushed into the organ. It was  nearly becoming painful.

When his tongue found that spot, the very tip tickling along the  edges, Derek shouted and  fell down on his elbows, one hand reaching  down to jerk on his cock while he came.

The ring of muscle was now loose, and when he sensed that  Derek’s heart was coming back down to a normal rate, Mason pulled  his tongue out, but he wasn’t finished by a long  shot.

“Back on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

Derek’s chest heaved for breath like he’d just run a marathon, and  he turned to look over his shoulder at Mason.

84                          Marcy Jacks

The sight of Derek’s own cum on his chin, just a little but still noticeable, was nearly enough to pull him out of this strange dominant haze he was in and make him laugh.

Not quite enough, though. “I said, on your hands and knees.”

Derek grinned and at him and did as he was told. His muscles shook ever so slightly as he struggled to obey the command, but obey he did.

“Haven’t seen you like this since that night,” Derek said, that  smile still tugging at his lips. “Check my pants pocket.”

Mason was confused by the sudden command, but he did as he  was told. He barked a laugh when he pulled out another one of those  small bottles of hand lotion.

“You’re carrying these around now?”

Derek’s red face, bright with embarrassment, was endearing.  “Yeah, yeah. Can’t exactly go to the store and buy the real deal yet, so  I’ve been keeping that handy.”

Mason made quick work with the hand lotion, using as much of it  as he could before he grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head  back, catching his lips in a biting kiss as he lined up his aching prick  and plunged deep inside until his balls touched on the back of Derek’s  thighs.

Derek’s moan was swallowed by Mason’s kiss. He didn’t wait for  the other man to adjust to the intrusion. Derek didn’t need it. He was  already humping back against Mason’s thrusting dick like a dog in  heat.

Mason loved every second of that. He was going to fuck this man until Derek passed out, just like the last time.

That thought had him slowing to a stop, his human mind coming through the haze of what he was feeling and what he was doing just enough to really notice the similarities between right now and that night ten years ago.

He’d been just like this, only less in control of himself. His memories of that night were still a blur, but he knew he’d been rough,

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and had he not had Derek’s word to tell him that he’d enjoyed himself  just as much as Mason had, then he would still be bearing the guilt of  what he’d thought he’d done.

He was claiming his mate. Mason’s alpha wolf was dominating  him right now, taking over in a rare occurrence that put instinct before  intellect. Had Mason been claiming Derek that night as well? Was  that why he was doing this now? After a ten-year separation, did he  need to reclaim his mate? Or was this just the two of them coming  together as normal?

Derek’s gasping voice called to him. “What’s wrong?”

Mason blinked and looked down at him. Derek’s hazel eyes were  clouded with lust, his face desperate, and judging by the way his arm  was moving in that rhythmic way, he was still stroking himself,  desperate to come once more.

Mason pulled about halfway out of him and then thrust back  inside.

Derek’s eyes squeezed shut at the act, his mouth opening in a blissful cry.

“Perfect. I’m going to put a smile on your face,” Mason said, thrusting long and hard inside of his lover’s asshole.

Derek was forced to release his cock and put both hands down on the ground before he could fall on his face again. “Trust me, you already are. Fuck, just like