Man to Man [Wolf Creek Pack 3] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (22 page)

“Gods, Jim!” Donovan wailed.

When his body started shaking, Jim pushed a third finger into the man’s ass. He wasn’t positive that Donovan was stretched out enough for a third finger, but the man seemed to need it, to crave it. And Jim was all for giving Donovan what he craved.

“Maybe we could get one of those vibrating dildos, Donovan. You could fuck me with it in your ass.”

The shaking of Donovan’s body increased with each word that Jim spoke. Donovan started moaning and rocking his body back against Jim’s fingers. Jim reached between his mate’s legs and started massaging the man’s balls, rolling them around with his fingers. Donovan’s groans grew louder, and he spread his legs as far as they would go.

It was a beautiful picture—Jim’s fingers deep in Donovan’s ass and the man’s balls in his hand. The only thing that would make it even better was if Jim could see the reactions on Donovan’s face as he pleasured the man.

“Turn over, babe,” Jim ordered as he pushed his fingers as far up inside of Donovan as they would go without his entire hand going in, and he didn’t think either of them was ready for something like that.

Donovan moved gingerly as he rolled over onto his back. Jim made sure that he kept his fingers inside of Donovan as the man rolled and then settled back onto the mattress. He scooted closer until he was kneeling between Donovan’s legs.

“Put your feet on my shoulders.”

Donovan arched an eyebrow as if not quite sure what Jim had planned, but he did as Jim said. And Jim was glad he had said something. With Donovan’s feet planted on his shoulders, his knees naturally fell apart, spreading the man wide open for Jim’s hungry appraisal.

And damn, did he look good. It was like a smorgasbord for a starving man. Jim kept his fingers moving in and out of Donovan’s ass as he leaned over and licked away the drops of pre-cum glistening on the top of the man’s raging hard-on.

Donovan cried out and humped his hips, trying to drive his cock into Jim’s mouth. Jim grinned and licked the top again, going even farther to lick down the heavily veined side of Donovan’s cock. He stopped short of swallowing Donovan’s cock. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to stave off Donovan’s orgasm or if he wanted to torture the man, or both.

He was pretty sure it was both.

Watching Donovan in the throes of passion was the most enticing sight Jim had ever seen. He didn’t think he would ever get tired of it. He knew for a fact that he would never get tired of looking at Donovan. Fate had intervened in Jim’s bare existence and given him the sexiest mate on the face of the planet.

Maybe he had been really, really good in a previous life.

“Jim, fuck! I gotta—”

Jim knew what Donovan needed, and it wasn’t to have his dick sucked, not at that moment. He heard Donovan groan in protest when he sat up, but he knew the man would enjoy what he was about to do far more than a blow job.

Jim made sure that Donovan’s feet stayed on his shoulders as he scooted forward and placed the head of his cock against his fingers. He carefully slid his cock into the palm of his hand. As he pulled out his fingers, he pushed in with his cock.

Donovan’s tight little ass wrapped around Jim’s cock like a silken glove. The fit was so perfect, Jim thought he might be able to come without moving at all. Of course, that idea was totally thrown out the window when Donovan groaned and started moving on his own, humping his hips up and down.

Really, the man had no patience.

Jim leaned over Donovan and planted his hands on either side of his head. It turned Donovan into a human pretzel, shoving his knees up close to his ears, but it also changed the angle of Donovan’s body.

Jim thrust once and knew he had hit the mother lode when Donovan’s head arched back into the pillow behind him. His mouth dropped open, and a long moan fell from his lips. Jim knew this was the perfect angle to hit Donovan’s sweet spot every time.

“Jim!”

“I have you, babe.” Jim started flexing his hips, thrusting forward just a bit and then withdrawing at a quick pace. He made several short thrusts, leaving just the tip of his cock inside his mate. He wasn’t ready for the long strokes yet, even if Donovan begged him with his eyes.

Being inside of Donovan was like heaven on earth. There was nothing so hot, so silky, or so damn tight. If Jim didn’t know better, he would have thought that Donovan was created to be a bottom boy. But he did know better, and he liked getting fucked by Donovan just as much as he liked fucking him.

After several small thrusts, Jim leaned back and lifted Donovan’s feet up and over his shoulders. He wrapped his hands around Donovan’s thighs and held on as he started moving faster, driving his cock into Donovan’s ass as far and as fast as he possibly could.

His eyes flickered between Donovan’s dark-hazel eyes and his bouncing cock. When Donovan’s hands dug into the sheets on either side of him and the inner muscles cradling Jim’s cock began to flutter and squeeze, Jim knew his mate was close.

He reached down with one of his hands and grabbed Donovan’s cock, squeezing the base to stop his impending orgasm. He wanted Donovan to come, just not yet. Donovan groaned, and his eyes slid closed. His sudden jerk almost dislodged Jim.

Jim leaned down over Donovan, just inches from his face. “Tell me you’re mine, Donovan.”

Donovan’s eyes snapped open and pinned on Jim’s. “I’m yours, Jim. I’ve always been yours.”

Sweet, wonderful, loving Donovan did the very thing that Jim needed at that particular moment. He titled his head back and bared his throat to Jim.

Jim hooked his arms under Donovan’s back and grabbed his shoulder blades to give him better leverage as he was thrown head first into a maelstrom of ecstasy. His canines sank into Donovan’s throat, and the man’s deep cry as he came sank into Jim’s soul.

Jim gloried in the sweet blood that splashed across his tongue as much as he did in the hot seed that splashed between their bodies. Donovan’s silky hot inner muscles clamped down on Jim’s cock almost to the point that he couldn’t move. It was heaven and hell all at the same time.

When Donovan’s hands fisted in his hair, Jim knew it was over for him. He extracted his teeth from Donovan’s throat and tossed his head back into the air. His loud roar of completion filled the room as his orgasm was pulled from his body with such force that stars exploded behind his eyelids.

“Donovan,” he breathed into the air. The elation that filled his heart and soul at the answering whisper of his name racked Jim’s entire body with deep shudders. He felt like there had been more than a melding of their two bodies. Their very souls had come together. Jim had never felt anything like it in his life, and he was a little afraid that he never would again.

“Donovan?”

“I love you, Jim.”

Jim smiled, suddenly knowing that as long as he held Donovan in his arms, and in his heart, he would feel that wonderful feeling of togetherness over and over again. He dropped Donovan’s legs and leaned over his mate to plant a small kiss on his lips.

“I love you, too.”

A loud pounding woke Donovan. He groaned and rolled toward his mate, trying to burrow underneath his pillow and press his body against his mate’s at the very same time. Even if he could see the first rays of morning sun coming in through the windows, it was too fucking early to be up.

Since fully moving in with Jim, his days had been long and his nights even longer. The first couple of weeks since joining Wolf Creek Pack were spent getting his old pack integrated in with his new pack. Not all of the Shasta Pack had stayed, but most had, including Ethan. His brother had stayed around long enough to get Ethan settled and then went back overseas.

Donovan was concerned about Virgil, but there was nothing he could do to convince the man to stay. Virgil had his own demons to work out. Donovan knew from dealing with his brother, Chase, that those demons could only be overcome when Virgil was ready to overcome then, and not before. He just hoped both Virgil and Chase figured that out before things got worse for both men.

Unfortunately, Timmins and Douglas had not survived their attacks. Donovan would have liked the men to have been brought to pack justice. The vampires he had tied to a tree had disappeared, so Donovan knew there were still vampires out their hunting shifters. He had worked with Daniel and Joe and the other enforcers to set up regular patrols throughout Wolf Creek. Hopefully, those added security measures would keep any more pack members from disappearing or being kidnapped by vampires.

As a good will gesture to other vampires, Devlin had left to return Adrianna’s body back to her coven. Daniel didn’t want her death coming back on the Wolf Creek Pack. He hoped, after explaining to her coven what had happened, they would not seek revenge. Donovan almost wished that they would just so he could take a few more of them out. He now understood how the Great War had started and why vampires and wolves did not mix.

Luckily, things seemed to have settled down. Donovan had spent the last week taking test after test combined with the training he would need to be a deputy in Wolf Creek. Add in the long hours of studying every single law and regulation that Joe had thrown at him, and Donovan was usually ready to drop by the time he got home.

That exhaustion lasted until he stepped through the door of the house he now lived in with Jim. It flew right out the window when he spotted his mate waiting for him at the end of his long day.

And that was where his long nights came into play. Jim never failed to meet him at the door, sometimes naked, sometimes not. Either way, Donovan just needed to take one look at his gorgeous mate, and he was suddenly rejuvenated. Enjoying his mate’s luscious body late into the wee hours of the morning had become the norm around their house.

Which was why he so desperately wanted the loud banging to go away, but it just seemed to continue growing louder with each knock. Donovan groaned when he saw that it was only six o’clock in the morning. Realizing that whoever was pounding on his door wasn’t going to let him sleep, Donovan rolled out of bed and reached for his jeans.

He quickly slid them up his legs and zipped them up and then headed downstairs to find out who in the hell was messing with his peace and quiet. If they were really lucky, they might just get away with only a fat lip. But it wasn’t looking good for whoever it was.

Donovan stomped through the living room and swung the front door open. “What?” he snapped, and then instantly wished he hadn’t when he saw Alpha Nash and his wife standing on his doorstep. “Oh, hey.” Donovan felt his face flushed when the alpha arched his eyebrow. “Sorry about that. Late night.”

“Yes, well,” the alpha said. “I suppose you’d better get used to having late nights. There’s going to be a lot of them in your future.”

Huh?
Donovan scratched the side of his head. Was the alpha telling him to fuck his son more often or stay up late getting fucked? And why was the alpha butting into his sex life anyway? That was kind of gross.

“I’m sorry, did you just say—” Yeah, Donovan couldn’t finish that thought, mostly because he didn’t want to discuss his sex life with the parents of his mate. But partly because he suddenly felt like the Sahara Desert had taken up residence in his throat when he saw Joe and Nate walking toward the front porch with Carrie and Joey in their arms. “Is something wrong with the kids?”

Jim and Donovan hadn’t been able to stay away from Carrie and Joey, even though they knew that some other family might get them. They had tried to limit their visits, not wanting to cause issues for any other family that might get them. It hadn’t been easy. The last few weeks had seemed like hell to both of them.

The nightly phone calls from Maryann hadn’t helped. Donovan thought Jim was going to come apart at the seams every damn time. Instead, his mate held it together long enough to drive over to his parents’ house and help get the kids ready for bed. Joey and Carrie were fine during the day, but when the sun set, their fears came out, and they refused to go to bed until they saw Jim and Donovan.

“I thought you’d like to know that we have been unable to locate any relatives for Carrie and Joey,” Daniel said, “so a suitable family in the pack has been chosen for them.”

“No!” The whispered exclamation came from behind Donovan. He swung around to see Jim standing in the archway leading to the kitchen, looking like he was about to collapse under the weight of the anguish blaringly apparent on his face.

If Carrie and Joey had to go to another family, so be it. Jim and he were prepared for that. And they would have liked the chance to say good-bye to the children, which was why he assumed they were on the front porch. But Daniel could have called or something. He didn’t have to spring it on them with the kids right there. They could have been a bit kinder when they ripped Jim and Donovan’s hearts out.

Donovan wanted to punch Alpha Nash right in his mouth. Instead, he hurried across the room and wrapped his arms around Jim’s shoulders, placing himself between his mate and their guests.

Tears glittered Jim’s eyes as he stared at Donovan with such pain that Donovan almost started crying. He reached up and wiped the tears off of Jim’s lashes and out of his eyes.
“I’m so sorry, love,”
he whispered silently.
“I know how much you wanted the kids. But maybe whoever adopts them will let us visit?”