Logan could smell his mate’s pain and it was tearing him apart. Then he felt Derrick’s body go lax. First he panicked, but then he realized that his mate had just lost consciousness. Normally he wouldn’t be happy about it, but as it would make their escape that much easier he was thankful for small favors. He hurried out of the room, leaving his friends behind. He felt bad for leaving them, but only for a moment. They were as well trained as he himself was and could take care of themselves. His injured mate could not. Therefore Derrick was his number one priority.
Surprisingly, it was as easy to sneak out as it was to get in. He soon was back at their vehicles. Now he was glad that they took more than one car, just in case something like this happened and they had to separate. He carefully laid his mate down on the backseat. He would have liked to take a better look at him, but he couldn’t. Not yet, at least. Later, he told himself. Even his wolf was growling at him. But he hushed his inner beast by reminding him of their mate’s injuries and that they had to get him to safety first. While his wolf backed down, he climbed into the driver’s seat and took off toward their plane.
After he had put a good distance between himself and the pack, he pulled up to the side of the road. He got out of the car, opened the trunk, and took out the first aid kit. He looked at his mate’s body, trying to assess his injuries. He knew that Derrick had some broken ribs and bones, about which he couldn’t do anything at the moment. But he also had some very deep bites and claw marks all over his body, some of which were still bleeding. His wolf was furious that some other wolf had marked their mate, but his human side was focused on stopping the bleeding.
He pulled out some gauze and bandages and started to work. He might have had some basic training, but he wasn’t a medic. It worried him that his mate hadn’t woken up while he was patching him up. That couldn’t be good. Also, he had a sinking feeling that the internal injuries might be worse than he originally thought. But he couldn’t dwell on it. They still had to get out of here. With one last look at Derrick he closed the door, threw the medical kit back in the trunk, and started to drive again.
The rest of the ride was uneventful. Logan spent way too much time looking at his mate, in order to see if the man was still alive, but other than that everything went according to plan. He carried his mate onto the plane and went to the back compartment, where a bedroom was. He gently put his mate on the bed, and for the first time he allowed himself to really look at the man who fate decided was his other half. He was tall, maybe six one, and well muscled. He was leaner than Logan, but still had a nice six-pack. His hair, which was currently dirty and slicked back by sweat, was probably a dark brown. He had a good face. Not too pretty. All in all, he was a stunning man. Logan would have liked to know what color his mate’s eyes were, but that would have to wait until his mate woke up. He thought they were some kind of brown but he couldn’t be sure. He had been more occupied with his mate’s injuries than with the color of his eyes when they first met. Now that he was coming down from the adrenaline high of their flight, he once again began to worry.
Just then he felt someone else nearing the plane. He felt four wolves, three of whom he recognized as Christian, Seth, and Ty. Thus, the fourth had to be Sam Jackson, the Alpha’s son. As the men boarded the plane he could smell their blood. So they didn’t get out unscratched themselves. But they were still alive and had managed to get back to the plane with their second target, so everything would be fine.
He helped them into the bedroom and started to get the supplies ready to patch them back up. As werewolves, their healing ability was already kicking in and in a few hours they should be as good as new.
When Sam saw Derrick he let out a small sound of dismay and tried to go to the other man. A deep growl stopped him in his tracks.
“Don’t get near him,” Logan forced out. His eyes and teeth had shifted and his wolf was ready to tear into anyone who got too close to his mate.
Logan couldn’t believe how sexy his mate was, especially when he was sucking Logan’s pre-cum from his own fingers. He nearly came just from watching. He couldn’t stand any more of this. Even if he would have loved to have his mate suck him off before the actual fucking, he couldn’t wait any longer. In one swift move he turned them around so that he was once more on top of his mate. He roughly kissed him while searching the nightstand for something to use as lubricant. He grabbed the tube inside, and gave a silent thank-you to whoever had stashed it there. He opened the tube and coated his fingers with the liquid. He slowly made his way back down his mate’s body. Instead of sucking his cock, he went for his balls instead. He sucked them into his mouth, one at a time. While he was playing with Derrick’s balls, he let his fingers travel further along the crack of his mate’s ass. As soon as he reached his hole, he started to massage it with the cool gel. When his mate was starting to chase the finger lingering at his ass, he began to penetrate him with a single digit.
At first Derrick tensed up a little, but Logan just waited a while until he relaxed again and then he pushed deeper. He then started a slow finger fuck. When his mate was asking for more, he added first a second, and after a while a third finger. All the while Derrick was making sounds of enjoyment. After finger fucking him for several minutes, Logan couldn’t take it anymore. With his free hand he grabbed the lube and coated his cock very generously. He just needed to prepare his mate a little more, so he added a fourth finger.
“Are you ready to become mine?”
Instead of answering, Derrick pulled Logan in for one more deep kiss before he nodded.
Logan took his cock in his hand and brought it to his mate’s hole. He started to apply gentle pressure on the snug little muscle, until it gave way, and he breached his mate’s ass for the first time. It was the most incredible feeling. So hot and wet and welcoming. Logan had to let go of his mate’s hips and grabbed the sheets instead. His claws came out immediately, and it took everything for Logan not to thrust forward and fuck his mate senseless. Instead, he took his cues from Derrick. He had tensed up again when Logan first breached him, but now he was once again relaxed and ready. Logan steadily put more of his cock inside Derrick’s ass until, after several excruciating minutes, his balls hit his mate’s ass.
“I can’t believe your monster fit into my ass,” Derrick panted.
When Derrick moved a little under him, Logan couldn’t stop the moan from leaving his lips. Derrick grinned at him before he wiggled his ass some more and drew Logan closer with his legs.
Derrick’s little movement was all the permission that Logan needed to finally fuck his mate. He pulled out nearly all the way, and then pushed back in. There would be no more slow and gentle, only hard and heavy fucking. Logan didn’t give Derrick any time to adjust to this new intrusion, but kept on fucking him fast and hard.
Derrick looked surprised by Logan’s sudden switch, but when Logan nailed his prostate he screamed in pleasure. Loving his mate’s reaction Logan kept up with his punishing pace.
Logan knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. He grabbed his mate’s cock in his hand and began to jack him off to the rhythm of his thrusts. When he felt his mate was on the edge of orgasm, he let his canines descend and bit into Derrick’s neck. First, Derrick’s face registered pain, which was nearly immediately replaced by pleasure. It seemed that the bite was just too pleasurable for Derrick. He threw his head back, screaming as he came.
When Derrick’s orgasm hit, the muscles in his ass squeezed Logan’s cock even more, sending him into his own release. Logan filled up his mate’s ass with spurt after spurt of his seed. When he finally stopped coming, he gently extracted his teeth from his mate’s neck and lovingly licked the bite mark closed.
His cock was still inside Derrick when he gently cupped his face and declared, “Mine.”
Derrick simply smiled and answered, “Ditto.”