Jacks, Marcy - Mason Returns to His Mate [DeWitt's Pack 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Man by Marcy Jacks (free novel reading sites .TXT) 📗

I’d lost the challenge to James. My wolf was  still mostly in my head, and we were both angry for the loss. I went to  you to take it out on, and I knew what I was doing, but I just couldn’t  make myself stop. It didn’t seem to matter. When I came back to my  regular self, you were unconscious beneath me.”

Then there had been the way Derek’s rented house had been  trashed and the blood between his legs, which was enough to tell  Mason just how rough he’d been.

“I know none of that’s an excuse, but I just thought you should  know.”

“Why?”

Why? Why did he do it? Why was he coming clean? “I don’t―”

“Why come to me with this now? After all these years? I  remember what happened that night, Mason. I’m starting to think that  you don’t.”

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Every image he could remember was fuzzy, but there was no

mistaking what it had been. At least not to him.

“Derek  ”—

“Mason,” Derek cut him off, mocking his voice. “I wasn’t exactly  fighting to get away. I remember you coming to me that day,  practically knocking down my door before I could answer it. The  second you  saw me, you picked me up and tossed me on the couch,  and I’ve never been fucked so good in my life.”

“What?”

“Then we went into the bathroom, and then the kitchen, and then

my bedroom, and long after I thought I couldn’t come again, you  wrung another one out of me. I remember waking up to my house  trashed, yes. My ass was killing me, but you were gone, Mason. That  was the worst feeling in the world, waking up to find your almostboyfriend had just taken off after spending the night. Then I went to  James, and you have no idea how much I’ve been torturing myself  with this the last ten years.”

Derek’s eyes were swimming, but simply because he was able to  hold back his tears didn’t mean that Mason felt any less shitty for  having caused them.

“Derek, I’m sorry. I―”

Derek grabbed him and held on tight. Mason allowed himself the  luxury of hugging him back.

All these years. All these years of sleepless nights and guilt, and  he hadn’t done what he thought he’d done. Derek had wanted him,  even when he was at his most wild. It made Mason want to sing.

That feeling was sidetracked by the realization that he’d been  unintentionally hurting his mate in other ways, and he held Derek  back as tightly as he was able, allowing himself the freedom to take in  the other man’s scent, to enjoy their bodies pressing together.

“Please don’t leave again,” Derek begged.

“I won’t,” Mason said, pressing his lips to the softness of Derek’s  hair. Then his lips found Derek’s earlobe, then his neck, and when

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Derek turned into him, their mouths met.

That wonderful electric feeling returned, and Mason’s fingers clenched around the muscles of Derek’s abdomen.

Derek pressed himself against Mason’s body. Their breathing became hitched and raspy incredibly fast.

“I missed you so much,” Derek said.

“Missed you, too,” Mason said, grabbing Derek’s jaw and putting their mouths together again.

It was hard to take it slow enough that their teeth wouldn’t clash while they wanted to keep the frantic pace they’d set for themselves.

When Derek’s tongue touched Mason’s lips, he opened his mouth and allowed that wonderful tongue to slide inside. Derek tasted like coffee. He tasted wonderful.

Mason gripped the fabric of the Spider-Man T-shirt and began pulling at it, stretching the material until Derek took the hint  and lifted his arms above his head, allowing Mason to remove it, exposing his gorgeous chest.

He bent down and took one of those budding nipples into his mouth. Derek gripped his shaved head with one hand and held onto the counter with the other. The gasps he made were the sweetest sound Mason had ever heard.

He was a fool. What an idiot he’d been for all these years, punishing himself for something he hadn’t even done, denying them both this pleasure.

The thought was like a punch in the gut. They’d lost ten years because of him.

He only hoped Derek would forgive him for that as well, but for now, he wasn’t thinking entirely with his brain.

There was only one thing he wanted, and his wolf wanted it, too.

“Fuck me right now, Mason,” Derek demanded. “Right here.”

His mate wouldn’t be denied this time.

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Chapter Five

Derek dragged Mason down onto the floor with him, putting the other man on top of him, luxuriating in the feel of their bodies pressed together.

They were actually going to do this. Mason wasn’t going to run away from him again, and Derek wasn’t about to let himself get put off.

His jeans were way too tight. He wished he’d been able to borrow a pair from someone a little bigger because right now these ones were way too uncomfortable.

Still felt pretty damn good when Mason humped against him, creating the best kind of friction for the still-clothed swells of their cocks. He did it again, and then again, until Derek thought he would come from that stimulation alone.

“Stop, wait.” He pushed Mason off him and undid the button of  his jeans pulling down his fly. “You need to return the favor first,” he  said, pressing his hand down on Mason’s shoulder.

The man grinned, wolfishly was probably the most appropriate  way to describe it all things considered, and then sank down between  Derek’s legs.

He grabbed him by the base of his heavy cock, stroked it lovingly,  and his too-blue eyes looked up at Derek for every little reaction he  might have. Then he pressed his mouth down on the head of Derek’s  prick, kissing it and then hardening his tongue into a point and  pressing that into the slit.

Derek moaned. “Holy shit! Oh fuck, that’s nice.”

Of the few people who’d given him head since Mason had left,

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none of them had done that. Derek couldn’t imagine a reason why  they hadn’t or why he hadn’t thought to do it. It was amazing.

He