Mated to the Wild Omega (MM)

DeWitt's Pack 10

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,795
27 Ratings (4.6)

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, werewolves, HEA]

Morgan Dane is on a mission to find and rescue wild werewolves after a recent attack destroyed a neighboring pack. Winter has come and now their lives are in danger. He doesn't expect that the werewolf he finds half dead in the freezing water of the river will be his mate. An early snowstorm traps them together in an empty cabin, and Morgan now must nurse Terry back to health. The younger man can't even remember his last name and barely knows his own age, but he is aware of the connection between himself and Morgan, and eagerly accepts it. But his inner wolf is still demanding control, and the wolf escapes the cabin and wanders right into a hunter camp before Morgan can stop him. Morgan and Terry need to run for their lives from the hunters who want to catch them and skin them for their pelts, before they’ve had the chance to truly get to know each other.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Marcy Jacks is a Siren-exclusive author.

Mated to the Wild Omega (MM)
27 Ratings (4.6)

Mated to the Wild Omega (MM)

DeWitt's Pack 10

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 36,795
27 Ratings (4.6)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing
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He reserved judgement until he got down on his knees, turned the metal dial with the red ring on it, stuck his hand under the water and…

Steam rose up, and he smiled before dropping the plug into the tub to clog the hole. Next he kicked shut the door.

As the steam filled the air, the kid in Morgan’s arms began to shiver again, only to a more violent extent. Maybe now that some hot air was in the room, his body was starting to react to it? Was this part of him thawing out?

Either way, Morgan quickly adjusted the water so that it wouldn’t be scalding, and then set his mate down inside the water. It took several minutes before he stopped shivering and before the water reached his neck. The whole time, Morgan kept his hands on the other man’s shoulders, keeping him from sinking under.

When he was satisfied that he wouldn’t slip beneath the water and drown, Morgan got up and started rummaging through the medicine cabinet, and those drawers and cupboards under the sink, pulling out towels and creams, anything he could find, really. There wasn’t even any shampoo in this bathroom, though there was a boxed bar of Irish soap.

Guess these people didn’t leave a whole lot of supplies lying around.

That likely meant there wouldn’t be any food in this place either.

Morgan thought about that and then about the flat screen downstairs, and he shook his head. Fucking people and their priorities.

He cleaned off his mate as best he could, soaping down his chest and arms, and blushing when he made it to his legs.

When his hand ghosted over the other man’s dick by mistake, causing it to twitch and harden, and in return causing Morgan’s cock to stand up and throb, well, he yanked his hand out of the water.

Jesus fucking…what the hell was the matter with him? He was mated to this guy, yes, but they hadn’t even officially met yet. He didn’t even know the boy’s name.

Morgan looked down at him, and then felt sick to his stomach. He also didn’t know if this young man was of age.

Please God, let him be over twenty. Please, please, God.

Morgan shook himself and then got back to work, ignoring his body and doing his best to ignore the body he was tending to. Kind of difficult when he was soaping the other man up, but it also allowed Morgan to really examine him. When his hands traveled across that chest, those arms and legs, he was able to really tell that the guy wasn’t just small, he was gaunt. This guy had been going hungry. For a while.

Unless there was some nonperishable stuff downstairs, he might have to wait a little longer. There was no way Morgan could catch anything for them to eat out in this. What kind of stupid creatures would even be roaming around in a storm like…?

Morgan stopped before he could finish that thought.

Oh. Right.

He focused instead of cleaning off his mate. He rinsed out the shoulder-length hair with a cup he’d found beside the sink until most of the mud and dirt came loose. He rinsed the hair a few more times until satisfied, and then gently scrubbed the dirt off that beautiful face.

Morgan wasn’t exactly old by the standard of how werewolves aged, but he was a little beyond his quarter life span. He’d never taken a mate before, and after a while, he suspected that he never would.

He wasn’t much interested in females, but he wasn’t exactly attracted to males either. At least, any males other than the sleeping handsome in the tub right now. It was just something that had never appealed to him, and the only times when he ever bothered with sex was to relieve a building tension or stress.

Even James, who was older than Morgan was and had only found his mate the previous spring, had still taken his fair share of lovers before that event had occurred.

To suddenly, and completely out of the blue, find his mate, in the condition he’d found him in, was baffling.

Morgan figured he’d better empty the tub, and then maybe fill it up one more time just to rinse away all the filth and grime that had come off the young man and was now floating around in the water.

He did just that, pulling the plug and listening to the gurgle of the water as it drained. The sound wasn’t exactly pleasant, but while Morgan had only his thoughts, and the sight of his beautiful mate in front of him for company, it was strangely soothing.

The water was almost entirely drained by now, leaving behind a dark trail of dirt on the bottom of the tub, and Morgan was just getting ready to start filling it back up again when the young man he held shivered once more.

That put Morgan on high alert, and he stared hard at the young man’s face, searching for any signs of distress.

Then, with a slight groan and a twitch in his body, Morgan’s mystery mate opened his eyes and looked right at him.




This was Terry’s real first time. That last time had been about instinct and mating. This time, Terry was the one in complete control of himself. He would remember everything that happened between them tonight, and if he ever spoke about his first time, this would be the event he talked about.

Morgan was going to make sure that it was good for him in that case.

They came together once more without words. Morgan’s hands went around Terry’s head, his fingers threading through his soft hair. Terry’s hands did the same as Morgan turned his mate onto his back and rolled on top of him.

They kissed some more, and Morgan never felt more like a teenager in all his life, considering the way his dick was begging to be touched, stroked, anything, and all he was allowing himself to do was kiss.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

His thumb touched on the side of Terry’s mouth.

Through those gorgeous, lusty eyes, underneath all that hunger, Terry stared at him with complete and total awareness. He shook his head. “No.”

Morgan brought their mouths together again, a little rougher this time on his part. His entire body shivered as Terry’s legs drifted up, bending at the knees, and then looped around Morgan’s waist.

Terry might not be nervous, but Morgan kind of was, once he was able to think about it. This was a first for him, too. It was the first time he was ever making love with anyone instead of just having sex for the sake of sex. It was the first time he and a lover kissed and gently got into position beneath the covers, instead of rutting like animals on top of them, and it would be the first time he ever actually cared about the person he was with.

A thought suddenly occurred to him as Terry’s thighs squeezed around him. They still had no lube. Terry was a werewolf and would still be able to enjoy it if they went without, just like the last time, but that wasn’t good enough for Morgan. The last time they’d been caught up in claiming each other. Now it was more about just the two of them enjoying each others’ bodies. Morgan didn’t know if that would be the same, or even enough for Terry to be able to handle what was to come.

“Let me up, I need to get something,” he said.

Terry’s eyes went wide. “What? Where are you going?”

He asked the question as though he thought Morgan might not be coming back.

Morgan quickly planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “Don’t worry. I just have to grab something really quick.”

Reluctantly, Terry loosened his legs and allowed Morgan to climb out of bed. He could feel the younger man’s eyes on him as he jogged into the bathroom.

If the owners of this place used it as a summer house, then there was bound to be some hand cream, lotion, or sunscreen, or anything that he could use.

Morgan started searching through the bottom cupboard beneath the sink first, moving towels and other items around in a sloppy fashion until he found what he was looking for.

He sighed. It was one of those big bottles of hand cream with a pump. One of the nicer brands that would be of some actual use to them, and judging by the weight of the thing there was still plenty inside. Thank God.

Morgan returned to bed, and he watched through the darkness as Terry’s eyes went from curious to eager at the sight of the bottle. Yeah, he knew what it was for.

“Lie back,” he said, and Terry did as he was told as Morgan brought the bottle under the covers with them, and settled back between Terry’s legs.

“You’re going to like it so much more with this,” Morgan said. As he wet his fingers with the lotion and trailed them down to Terry’s asshole, he kept his eyes on the other man’s face. He loved the way those pale-green eyes widened slightly at the intrusion, the way his pink lips parted when Morgan began thrusting them inside of him, stretching him.

Morgan especially loved the way Terry’s breathing became quick and how his hands gripped Morgan’s back until his fingernails dug into the skin.

Morgan began scissoring his fingers, making absolutely sure that Terry was going to be ready for him. Though they’d done this without any sort of lubrication, other that Morgan’s saliva, earlier today, that didn’t mean he could just shove into the other man now that they had something that could be used to ease the way. Werewolf or not, preparations still needed to be made. They’d been consumed by lust and the need to mate the last time, but now, even though he could hardly stand it, Morgan needed to be patient. He was going to do this right.

All that went out the window when Morgan’s fingers brushed up against that spongy nub inside of his mate, and Terry threw his head back into the pillows and arched his back.

His hips were gyrating wildly now. “Fuck me, Morgan. I want it now. I’m ready.”

That was more than enough invitation for him. By now Morgan had to shove off the blankets covering them just to be able to do this right without anything getting in his way or preventing him from seeing.

The cold air on their heated bodies felt good, and Terry moaned again at it. Morgan’s cock jumped in response, and he had to take it in hand and quickly grip the base to keep himself from coming before he was inside of his lover.

Just touching himself was enough to give him a jolt of pleasure that was difficult to fight against. “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”



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