In In Love with His Alpha Master, Tiberius is a werewolf slave. Betrayed by the alpha he thought loved him, he became even less than that and is forced to give his blood to his masters. It’s a death sentence for him and his unborn child. Until Alpha Conner Luise lays siege to the mansion and claims Ty for himself.
In Adrian's Forgotten Mate, Adrian is an alpha werewolf with amnesia. And after an attack that took his right hand, he’s not in a good mood. Until he catches the scent of something amazing and familiar and goes after it, just to find a heavily pregnant omega running for his life. His mate, who is carrying his pup.
In Buying a Mate, when Adam Mackenizie’s family cannot pay off their debts, he sells himself into temporary slavery. It’s only ten years, and he can do that to keep his mother and sisters from becoming blood whores. He never expects to be put up for auction in a sex market, or to be bought by a sweetheart from his past.
IN LOVE WITH HIS ALPHA MASTER
Ty wasn’t exactly sure why he felt the empty and unimaginable sensation of sorrow when the werewolf was thrown down by the vampire who’d been hiding in here with him.
It wasn’t like Ty knew the man, or his name, or anything about him, and werewolves died and were eaten all the time by the masters of the house.
Still, his voice had been gentle when he spoke, and he’d said that he wasn’t there to hurt Ty. It was almost as if he was there to help.
Ty curled up and cried as he listened to the gruff grunts and shouts of a fight. He didn’t like hearing as other people died. It scared him, knowing that someday the same would be happening to him, and that his unborn child would get the same as well.
It would probably happen right after it was born, and that was only if it was lucky.
The thing that shocked Ty enough to make him lift his head, to try and see what was happening, was when the vampire shrieked, an awful sound that reminded Ty of nails down a chalkboard.
He didn’t hear that sound very often, and the panting sound of the alpha was still there.
He was still alive.
Then the man was back in the way of the opening that led into Ty’s hiding spot.
There was a scratch down the side of his face, and he seemed to be a little out of breath, but he was alive.
Ty would’ve smiled if he could.
“Come on, I’m getting you out of here,” the alpha said, and he reached out with his hand, but Ty’s first instinct was to flinch away from it.
The man’s beautiful amber eyes widened. “I wouldn’t hurt you,” he said.
“How do I know that?” Ty asked, barely daring to make eye contact with this man, just in case he was being tricked.
That happened sometimes, and the punishment for putting trust in a man, just to find out he was being tested, was the worst sort of cruelty that Ty never wanted to experience again.
The man pulled his hand back a bit, but then he steeled himself and held it out, determined that Ty should take it. “My name is Conner Luise,” he said. “I’m the alpha of my pack, and we’re liberating you, this house, and any other slaves that might be inside.”
Ty’s eyes widened. That was certainly never a story that he’d been told whenever someone came to test him.
“Is that…light?” he asked, looking around Conner’s body, which was a little hard since the man was so big that he was practically covering up the entire entrance to Ty’s hiding place.
Of course, it wasn’t exactly a hard thing to do, considering how small the doorway was.
Conner briefly looked behind him, to where the light and the smell of burning flesh was coming from. “Yes. We’re opening up all of the windows,” he said.
That did it. Ty started to cry again, and he only cried because at least now he knew for a fact that this was real.
No way would the vampires in this house allow the windows to be opened for a test against their slaves. They wouldn’t do that. Conner was really an alpha and he did have a pack here, and Ty was…
…Ty was saved. He didn’t have to be here anymore, and his pup wouldn’t be born as a vampire’s feeding thing either.
Ty flinched when he felt a hand on him. Conner had actually crawled into the cubby a ways, and now his hand was on Ty’s shoulder.
He was so close, and there was so much remorse in his eyes, that Ty just wanted to throw himself into the man’s arms and cry.
He didn’t do that, however. He held back.
“Everything’s going to be okay. You’re safe now.”
“Promise?” Ty blurted.
The look on Conner’s face appeared almost painful. “Yeah, I promise. Let’s get you out of here.”
The bigger man started to awkwardly crawl backwards until he was out of the hiding space, and Ty followed him. The bites on his body stung a bit, but he could barely feel them now that the chance to be in sunlight after so long was at hand.
Sunlight represented one of two things for him. Freedom or death.
Either was better that the life he’d lived.
“Can you stand properly?” Conner asked.
For an alpha, he was being strangely considerate. “I think so,” Ty said, but when he went to put his weight down on his feet, his knees immediately gave out on him, and he went down with a yell.
Ty immediately put his hands out to shelter his stomach and pup, but Conner caught him by the shoulders before he could land on his stomach or face.
“Careful,” Conner said, helping him to his feet. “You have a lot of bite marks on you. They’ve been feeding from you too much.”
As if that was something Conner needed to hear himself say before he could do anything else, he immediately leaned in and scooped Ty into his arms.
Ty squawked just a little at the sensation of being thrust into the air, and his arms immediately went around Conner’s warm and strong neck.
“I’ll carry you for a bit, and I think we should find you something to wear.”
“Thank you,” Ty said, and he tried his absolute best to not be too humiliated over the fact that he had to be carried, or that Conner was able to carry him as if he weighed nothing at all.
“Can we go into the light now?” Ty asked.
Conner looked down at him, his expression still soft, safe. “Anything you want,” he said.
“You want to come?” Conner asked, and he slid his hand up Ty’s thigh, grabbing on to the column of his erection just above Ty’s hand. That way they were both working on him, and more of his flesh was being stimulated, which was a very important detail when trying to get off.
Ty nodded at him, and he was still that gorgeous shade of blush. “Y–yes. I want it.”
It almost looked like Ty was trying to take off the cock ring at that point, but Conner removed his hands, preventing him from doing that.
“Ah, ah,” Conner said. “Not yet.”
Conner got up onto his knees. His own cock was thick and heavy between his legs, and his testicles ached to the point of near pain. “When you come, you’re going to do it with me inside of you,” Conner said.
“Then we’ll be mated?” Ty asked.
It was another one of those sweet and innocent things that Conner was almost thrown off when he heard it.
It took more than sex to make a proper mating. There had to be real commitment on both sides, and even then, that didn’t guarantee a forever type of deal.
Still, Conner didn’t want to disappoint the man, so he smiled and nodded. “Yeah, we’ll really be mated.”
“Okay,” Ty said, and as Conner inched closer on his knees, Ty curled his legs around Conner’s waist.
Conner nearly came himself when he grabbed on to his own erection by the root, and then placed the dark head at Ty’s stretched pucker.
Even that was enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight through him, and Conner had to bite down on his lower lip just to keep from coming as he pushed the crown of his cock inside.
Then he was inside, just the head, but he was there, and Conner moaned and nearly doubled over.
Ty held him up by his shoulders. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Conner said. “Fuck, you just…you feel so damned good,” he said.
Ty smiled at him, and then he gently pulled Conner down on top of him. They were both still careful of the fact that Ty was carrying, so Conner didn’t put all of his weight on top of his mate, but they were almost completely flesh to flesh now, their bodies warm and slick with the sweat that was building, and musk heavy in the air.
It was fucking paradise as Conner thrust forward, slowly. He watched Ty’s face, all the little winces that he made, and every time he bit down on his bottom lip. Never once did Ty ask him to stop or even slow down.
And it was perfect just the way it was. Not too fast, and not too slow either. Conner loved watching Ty’s face as he made love to the man, and he loved the feeling of Ty’s fingernails clawing at his back as he held on for the ride.
Soon it was just the sound of heavy breathing and soft moaning, coupled with sound of their bodies coming together.
Conner’s balls tightened up, and he groaned deep in his throat as he pushed back and forth, back and forth. It was the best damn thing in the entire world, and whereas before he wanted to make sure that Ty didn’t come too quickly, now Conner was only worried about himself.
“Fuck,” he gasped, feeling the pleasuring building and expanding deep inside of him. He had to slow to a stop for a few seconds and start back up again just to keep from coming, but even that hardly did anything.
He was right there. His orgasm was right in front of him, but Conner was still holding back because he didn’t want this to stop even for a few minutes.
He wanted Ty to be the first to come, and Conner had to start kissing and suckling at the man’s neck just to keep from looking at him. If he looked into Ty’s face, saw the way his mouth opened and closed with every gasp, looked at his pink lips and tongue, and…
Fuck! He was going to come.
“It’s okay,” Ty said, and his voice was breathy, but his words were clear as his fingers carded through Conner’s hair.
Conner looked at him, and his dark brown eyes were so gentle and dilated from lust.
“Do it, come inside me. I want you to do it,” he said.
“Fuck,” Conner said again, and there was really no holding back at that point. He just did it. He completely let himself go as his cock swelled even more and he came hard and deep inside of his mate’s body.
Conner yelled out loud as he bit down on the side of Ty’s neck and shoulder. He was looking at one of the vampire scars there and his wolf didn’t like that.
Not like he could really do anything to calm it or bring it back under control when he was buried balls deep inside of his mate and coming harder than he’d ever come in his life.
He didn’t realize his fuckup until his dick began to go back down to a normal size, and he immediately pulled his teeth away.
The skin wasn’t broken, but there would be a bruise there. Shit. Ty had been bitten by vampires all his life. Why would Conner think in a million years that biting him would be a good idea?
He didn’t even get the chance to open his mouth and spout out an apology before Ty was writhing and moaning beneath him. In fact, the smaller man had never stopped.
Ty was still panting, still moaning, and still desperately stroking his own cock. Conner would have thought that he would’ve come by now just because of the knotting.
ADRIAN'S FORGOTTEN MATE
“He still feels for you. He still senses the mating call,” Theo said quickly.
Larson didn’t know if he could believe that. “How do you know?” he asked, wiping his eyes, the thought of his mate not knowing who he was crushing him on every level.
“Because he’s not leaving this house,” Theo said. “I cleared him to go back to his cabin and get some rest, but he told me he’s not going to leave until he finds out you’re all right. He’s protective of you, and he’s waiting to see you again.”
“But how can I see him?” Larson asked, and Theo handed him a tissue, which couldn’t stop his tears quickly enough. “I can’t hug him or tell him I love him without his mind breaking down.”
All those months of being with Tamer and his alphas. The only reason why they hadn’t raped him, and Larson knew some of them wanted to, considering how the omegas were treated, was because he was pregnant.
Tamer had told Larson on more than one occasion that he wanted to make a mate out of him, but something inside of that bastard told him that it was not all right for him to do that until after the pup was born.
In that man’s head, it was perfectly all right to kill other alphas and kidnap their mates, but not waiting until after childbirth to rape them was unimaginable.
“You’re still his mate,” Theo said. “You can work with that, and I don’t think it will hurt him at all if you want to hug him, or stay close. You told me already that he was protecting you, letting you hold him for a while and that he was fine with that, right?”
Theo seemed to take that as a sign. “There you go. Be with him and let his mating and protective instincts take over. I was convinced that his memories would return in short order when he said his name, but maybe you’re the missing link he’s needed. Just spend time with him, be as you used to be, and I think his memories will return.”
“How is it he could remember his name and not me?” Larson asked. He didn’t mean for that to come out as whiny as it did, but in a weird way, he was still hurt over the fact that Adrian had forgotten him.
“To be honest, I had my doubts that it was his name. When he came to us, stumbling through the woods and bleeding everywhere, he was brought into my clinic. Onto the very examination table you’re sitting on now. I shined a light in his eyes and tried to get his attention. He was babbling a lot of things I couldn’t make out, but when I asked his name, it was the one thing I could understand totally and clearly. He didn’t remember it after waking up again a week later, and it took him some time to get walking again.”
Larson wasn’t sure how he felt about having all of this told to him. He didn’t like the image of Adrian, walking through the woods and bleeding heavily, fighting for his life and babbling nonsense.
Theo seemed to realize what he was doing, and he had the good grace to look a little embarrassed. “Sorry about that. I tend to babble a little bit myself when something excites me.”
“I guess that’s bound to happen. You’re a healer. You have a clinical mind.”
Theo cleared his throat at that. “Yes, well, will you take my suggestion into consideration?”
Of course he would. Larson didn’t want to be without his mate for another minute, but he was still worried about Adrian’s mental health. He didn’t want him to suffer a mental breakdown because his mind was trying to process something that it couldn’t.
“I can never tell him we’re mated? I mean, that we were before?”
“Oh, God no, sorry, that’s not what I meant. If you think you can, try and ease him into it. If you see an opening, feel your way around, find out if there’s something that his mind can take in. It could be like mental exercises. You can see how far you need to go before stopping. I think at this point he suspects something anyway, considering he found you out there.”
The smile on Theo’s face told Larson that that was a very good thing, and Larson smiled a little as well, feeling instantly better about the whole situation.
“All right, and thank you,” Larson said.
Theo shook his hand and helped him down. “You’re welcome, and feel free to drop in whenever you need to. Daily even, and I’ll check on your pup. I’ll even rent an ultrasound machine and we can take a look at what’s happening in there.”
“You can rent an ultrasound machine?” Larson asked. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“I’m sure the local university would be willing to take my money so I can use their equipment. Now go on, Ty will bring you some fresh clothes, and he’ll bring you to an empty room where you can get dressed before you meet with Adrian.”
Larson had to admit that he was feeling better by the time he left the little room where Theo’s clinic was, and there was indeed another omega there waiting for him, who gave him clothes that would fit, and was very kind when he brought Larson to an empty room.
Ty certainly looked healthy enough, so these alphas had to be good to their omegas.
His only fear was how Adrian would receive him, and if he would ever remember Larson at all.
“I’m so damned happy. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” Larson said.
Adrian’s head was still swimming, but that had to be the lust. Either way, he wasn’t swaying on his feet or anything, and now the dizziness was getting to be a little easier to manage. “You only met me a couple of days ago.”
Larson’s mouth opened and closed like a fish before he finally sputtered out a reply. “That’s how much I’ve wanted you. It’s already felt like a lifetime since we met.”
Adrian smiled at that, and now he was pretty sure the light-headedness he was feeling was just the high of being wanted so much by a worthy omega.
Adrian leaned in to kiss the man again. He lowered his hand beneath the rim of Larson’s jeans. They were a little loose, and he wasn’t wearing a belt, likely because of the baby, so it was easy for Adrian to get into that warm space and squeeze one of Larson’s ass cheeks.
When Larson opened his mouth wide in a gasp, Adrian took advantage and slid his tongue to lick deep within Larson’s mouth.
Maybe Adrian really had been feeling the mating call all of this time and not just plain old lust. Maybe his instincts did pull him to this man because the first thing that went through his brain as he held Larson tight and tasted him was how right this was. It was like he’d kissed this man a thousand times before already.
There was no way he would be sensing that if they weren’t mated. It made Adrian’s heart leap, and he lifted Larson up into his arms, keeping his hand and wrist beneath the man’s ass before gently setting him down on the bed.
Impatience was starting to take over. Adrian now knew what Larson was talking about when he’d complained of feeling like they’d known each other for a lifetime already because now Adrian was starting to feel like it had been a thousand years since he’d had sex.
And Larson was shimmying out of his pants easily. He didn’t even have to undo the button or zipper to get them down his legs.
And what amazing legs they were. Firm muscle with only a light dusting of hair over his thighs, but there was nothing on his testicles.
It took Adrian a second to realize what the cause of that could be, and he grinned. “Were you getting ready for this?”
“Maybe,” Larson replied, an impish grin of his own on his face before his eyes lit up. “Which reminds me. The stuff I wanted to show you—”
“Can wait until later,” Adrian said.
“No, it can’t,” Larson said, and he rolled over and reached for some items on his nightstand that Adrian hadn’t noticed were even there before, lube and what looked like a black strip of cloth. He had to have gotten those from somewhere, and because of how Larson and Ty had become fast friends, Adrian was willing to bet that the items had come from him.
“We’re definitely going to need this,” Larson said, wiggling the bottle of lube in his fingers.
Adrian smiled, letting his hand slide up and down his lover’s naked thigh. “Of course, how could I forget?”
He took the lube from his lover’s hand, and he popped the cap with his thumb, only to realize the damn thing was still sealed.
There was no way he was getting that plastic seal off with one hand without maneuvering a lot, and Adrian’s shoulders sagged. “Uh, do you think you could…?”
“Of course,” Larson said, taking the bottle and twisting the cap off so he could peel away the seal. He handed it back to Larson, and the eager smile was still in place. His cock also remained hard, curving slightly as it pointed back up at him.
Adrian had to find something else to look at. He was going to make one last attempt here, and it was pushing his luck, but he couldn’t help it. “Are you sure you want to do this with me?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Larson replied, and Adrian believed him.
No way could a guy lie with that sort of look on his face, and what reason would Larson have to lie to him anyway?
“All right,” Adrian said, relieved by Larson’s answer, and from the fact that he himself was also going to stop being an idiot here and just give in like he wanted to. “And, I’ll be gentle and everything, but you’re sure this won’t hurt your pup?”
“I already got cleared by Theo. He said so long as I’m feeling good, then there’s no reason to not have sex.”
He really had thought of everything.
That gave such a jolt of pride and self-worth to Adrian that he immediately started getting out of his clothes. He’d thought he’d mastered doing it well enough with only one hand, but now because he was in such a hurry, he found himself stumbling a little on the way.
That was fine because Larson’s hands were there as well, pulling his T-shirt above his head and working his belt and the button of his jeans.
Adrian decided to let Larson take care of the rest, and it was incredibly hot as he watched the gorgeous man pull down the metal zipper of his jeans and reach his hand inside, finding Adrian’s cock.
Adrian moaned, and his balls tightened almost all the way into his body as his orgasm was suddenly right there.
He had to be quick about reaching his hand down and grabbing on to the thick root of his dick, squeezing tightly before he could come.
He still moaned, and Larson wasn’t making it easy for him to hold back as he stroked his hand up and down the remaining shaft.
“About to come, baby? Your cock is so dark, I can feel your heartbeat pulsing inside of it.”
“Holy God,” Adrian said. Larson knew just the way to talk to him, apparently. “Where the hell have you been all my life?”
Larson’s face twisted a little at those words, but he was quick to lean in and kiss Adrian on the mouth before Adrian could figure out exactly what was wrong.
BUYING A MATE
Adam was frozen. People were staring at him, most of whom were rich men, alpha wolves, or just normal humans who wanted in on a little human trafficking.
His stomach was in knots just then, and Adam started to wonder if he would be allowed to jump offstage to find a bathroom somewhere before he puked, pissed himself, or did anything else that would be utterly humiliating.
He doubted it would be allowed. If he dashed away, the people watching him would probably just think he was making a run for escape. That was next on the list.
The man with the microphone was dressed in a fancy suit. They were really playing up the classy men’s club with this place, but there was nothing classy about being sold as a sex slave.
This wasn’t fair. Adam hadn’t signed on for this. He was supposed to be cooking and cleaning for the next ten years, not lying on his back on some random person’s bed.
One of the men smiled at Adam, and even though he wasn’t the greatest to look at, Adam imagined himself getting sold to him. Was he expected to fuck the man, or to get on his knees and be fucked by him?
When the man’s smile became an openmouthed thing, revealing rows of crooked, piss yellow teeth with stuff stuck between them, the need to puke and do other things came back, badly, as whatever small amount of good looks Adam had tried to convince himself that the man had suddenly vanished.
No way. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t stay here. He was—
Getting his dick stroked by the man with the microphone.
“Hey!” Adam snapped as he tried to fly away from the offending person who had his hand shoved down Adam’s pants. He couldn’t get very far since two huge men came forward and grabbed onto his arms.
Well, at least it was proof to what Adam thought about when he imagined jumping off the stage.
He was even more mortified when the announcer started talking about the size of his cock. “He’s a big one, folks, excellent if your preferences are to having a top.”
Adam looked out amongst the crowd. He kind of doubted that any of those huge men would want to be a bottom to anyone, which was interesting, because Adam never really liked taking that sort of position anyway.
And why the hell was he thinking about that at a time like this?
He was grateful when the jerk with the microphone and slicked hair didn’t just pull his pants down and expose his dick for the world to see, but then Adam supposed that might have a little more to do with keeping his audience guessing and drooling.
Why show off the entire prize when half the allure was making their imaginations work?
Adam groaned and his face heated up as the announcer’s thumb circled over the head of his cock. “Cut it out,” he said through his teeth. He knew the prick could hear him, and Adam was just praying that if he was quiet and somewhat docile about it, then he could convince the man to stop.
He did, but just long enough to put his hand over the microphone and whisper to him, “Sorry, kid, I’m just doing my job here.”
Oh, well then, by all means, continue because it’s your job, Adam thought sarcastically as he snarled at the man.
He couldn’t get the heat out of his face. This was so embarrassing. It was the worst thing to to happen to him in his entire life.
For whatever reason, there was a face in the crowd that Adam hadn’t noticed before, and he almost looked right over it before his eyes shot back to him like an elastic band snapping back into place.
No way. No. Fucking. Way. He was here. Mason was here, and he was looking up at Adam with raised brows above confused blue-gray eyes, like he was the one who was shocked about this entire thing.
Adam had never wanted to curl up into a ball and vanish more in his entire life. He wanted to die. Actually, no, he wanted to kill his stepfather for putting him into this position!
“We have a ten-year contract on this one with the possibility for renewal—”
“Renewal?” Adam yelled. “My contract is strictly ten years!” And now even that was looking like it would be too long.
One of the big men behind him put a huge hand on his shoulder and made a grunting noise at him. Adam got the point through the pain. He was expected to shut the hell up.
“Buying price for this nice young man is one million dollars, but we will be opening up the bid at two hundred—”
“I’ll buy him.”
Everyone was silent. Almost no one had been speaking anyway, but now it was complete and utter nothingness. Adam was wondering if people were even breathing.
“We haven’t even started the bidding, sir,” said the man with the microphone, and Adam was stunned to hear that it was Mason who’d actually called out the purchase. Six years was a long time, but hearing his voice now was a reminder of how much had changed.
Of course, now that Adam could put a face to the voice, he was stunned that he hadn’t recognized it before.
What the hell was he doing?
“I don’t care,” Mason said. “I want to pay one million for the rest of his contract.”
There were some people who glared a little at Mason just then, probably for being a show-off asshole with his money and scooping up one of the prized young men on stage.
There was even another man standing right beside him who was fervently whispering into his ear, even going so far as to grab onto his shoulder. Clearly he was trying to talk Mason out of buying someone. Maybe Mason’s pack didn’t look too kindly on purchasing temporary slaves.
The man with the microphone remained stunned for only a few more seconds before he smiled and made the announcement. “Sold!”
Adam had a lazy smile on his face. Mason touched his mouth. “You smile the same,” he said.
“How do you mean?” Adam asked, and he nipped at the finger near his lips before sucking it into his mouth.
Holy hell. “Your smile is the same when you’ve had an orgasm.”
Adam’s face immediately changed, but he didn’t seem angry. “Oh, fuck. You didn’t come yet.”
“Don’t worry, I have every intention of doing so,” Mason replied, right before he shimmied down Adam’s body.
Even though his body was desperate and aching, he wasn’t going to shirk this. He was going to make sure this was as good for Adam as it could possibly be.
He was down between Adam’s legs, and Adam spread them briefly before Mason lifted his knees up instead. “Hold onto these,” he said.
Adam was smiling through the red blush on his cheeks again, but he did as he was told.
He had always been great at following orders in bed.
With Adam’s pucker exposed, Mason wasted no time in pressing his tongue to that pink little star, feeling the shiver of pleasure that went through Adam’s body.
He looked up, and he was stupidly proud to see that Adam was already half-hard. His cock was at half-mast, and Mason gently massaged Adam’s balls with one hand while he started lathering more attention onto his asshole.
That seemed to be the secret ingredient to getting a real reaction out of the man, because the next thing Mason knew, Adam’s eyes were popping wide and he was gasping and humping against Mason’s mouth.
“F–fuck!” he yelled.
Mason chuckled, and the vibrations of that made everything worse for Adam as his movements became just a little more jerky, and the swearing escalated.
Mason chanced looking up, and he grinned proudly at the sight of Adam gripping his hair in two tight fists.
“Don’t do that, you’ll rip it right out,” Mason admonished him.
“I’ll rip it out if you don’t keep doing that,” Adam said, and there was a pleading tone in his voice that Mason couldn’t ignore.
This was all just for fun and teasing however. Even when he pushed his tongue through the ring of muscle that was there and thrust it back and forward, mimicking the act of fucking, he knew full well this couldn’t go on for very long if he wanted to keep Adam hot and bothered for him.
Which reminded him. His tongue wasn’t going to be a good enough substitute for lube, and it wasn’t like he walked around carrying the stuff in his pocket.
When he figured he had to stop or else Adam would come again, hell, Mason would come just listening to the noise this man was making, he pulled away and all but jumped out of bed.
Adam continued to lie there, looking very dumbfounded over what had just happened.
He was half turned onto his elbows when Mason returned from the bathroom, and the dazed look was still in his eyes. “Where did you go?”
Mason held a tube of sunscreen in his hands. “We can use this for lube,” he said, and he got on his knees onto the bed.
Adam closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He looked very much like he was trying to meditate or something. “If I move even a little I’m going to come.”
Mason laughed at him. For the first time in years he felt free again.
“No, you don’t get it. I’m completely serious,” he said.
Mason leaned down to kiss him, and it was like no time had passed at all.
They were carefree again, coming back from their last class of the day, or a job, or one of Adam's triathlete practices before tumbling onto Adam’s incredibly small bed to rut and make love.
Mason opened the cap of sunscreen. It was new, so he had to take off a plastic seal. While he did that, Adam was already getting himself into position on his hands and knees, and Mason damn near moaned at the sight of him.
“It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you like that,” he said.
“Been way too long since I felt your cock in me,” Adam replied, looking over his shoulder, and there was definitely some urgency in his voice. “So hurry up.”
Mason’s hand trembled a little as he squirted some of the white lotion onto his fingers, and then he was inching closer to Adam’s body. He put the bottle down and let his free hand come to sit on Adam’s hip.
“You ready for this?”
He could hear Adam’s heart beating through his chest. His werewolf senses made that possible, and he noted how incredibly fast it was thumping.
He could also hear Adam’s hard swallow. “Yeah, do it,” he said.
Mason pressed a kiss to Adam’s spine, and he pushed one finger inside of Adam’s puckered asshole.
Adam hissed a little, but he already knew what to do. He pushed out as Mason thrust his finger forward. “You’re so tight,” he said.
“Yeah,” Adam replied, but Mason wasn’t sure if that was just an agreement or what.
It certainly wasn’t very specific, but Mason sure as hell wasn’t about to ruin the mood by asking if Adam had been with anyone else since Mason left.
A question like that wouldn’t be fair.
Because of how tight Adam’s entrance was gripping onto Mason’s finger, he had to take his time before adding in a second one, and even then he remained very aware of how Adam’s body was reacting to him.
He watched the man’s shoulders, waiting for them to tense. He looked at Adam’s eyes, checking to see if they were closing in pain.
There were always small signs of discomfort, but they were always gone quickly, and Mason went about what he was doing to his lover.
Eventually, Adam began to sigh and moan as he pushed his ass back against Mason’s fingers.
“You like that?” Mason asked.
“Fuck, yeah. That feels good,” Adam replied, still gently thrusting his ass backwards onto Mason’s fingers.