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It was his trophy to wear, to show off to other hunters that he was
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the real fucking deal, and he could take out a number of werewolves
and survive, even when shit went south.
As for the rest, he’d sold them for a good price, replaced the weapons he’d lost in the battle, and was now just biding his time.
He didn’t have nearly enough supplies for a full-blown attack once more, but he would at the end of the winter. The fact that he’d
all but destroyed that one pack, sending its alpha into hiding, had made it back to all the main hangouts where hunters were known to frequent. Despite his losses, he was seen as something of a war hero.
That one made him grin. A war hero at twenty-five. He liked that.
The families of the dead hunters were grieving, and since winter was a hard time for hunting, they were going to wait until the spring before they decided to join him.
He would have backup, and he would take out that other pack. Tatum had hated that old man’s guts. Tom had always been bossing him around the second Tatum and his boys had arrived on the scene, but he was still one of them, and Tatum was going to make sure that he was avenged.
If Tatum happened to enjoy the hunt itself, the look in the eyes of those wolves right as the life left them, well, that was his own benefit.
He looked out the window of the shitty little abandoned cabin he’d holed up in for the winter. That love for the kill was the only reason he was still out here for the winter. There were going to be some stragglers to pick off after that one pack had been destroyed, and Tatum wanted to be there to make sure they all found a safe, warm place with him.
He got back to work cleaning his rifles and sharpening his knives.
* * * *
It had been the worst idea of Morgan’s life, getting into that shower with Terry. The omega wouldn’t take no for an answer, and Morgan’s cock wouldn’t take no for an answer either.
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He had to remind himself that Terry was a wild werewolf. How that had come about, Morgan didn’t know, but Terry was much more open to the idea of being claimed by his mate just because of it. More than once Morgan had to prevent Terry from sliding to his knees in front of him and to keep the smaller man from kissing him.
It was hard because Terry didn’t want to touch the soap bar, leaving Morgan to lather up the younger man himself. Terry had seemed to take that as an open invitation and was constantly trying to puff out his chest so that Morgan would touch his nipples.
Morgan was not hungry anymore. Not for food, at least. He figured he could do without and give Terry the second bowl of soup still waiting for them in the bedroom.
Thankfully, when he reminded the other man about it, Terry forgot all about being horny and bounded over to the bowl.
Morgan watched him scarf down the soup with the same vigor as before. Only this time, he didn’t look up at Morgan with distrust, and he managed to eat without getting any on him.
At least until he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Morgan grabbed a washcloth and cleaned it away.
It made him wonder, would Terry always be like this? This childlike, innocent being that trusted him so wholeheartedly simply because Morgan fed him?
Or would that wildness eventually seep out of him once he had more contact with other werewolves like Nick or Corey, or even the other new werewolves who’d come to be part of DeWitt’s pack.
Not only had James taken in the survivors from Phillip’s pack, but other nearly wild werewolves had come to him as well. They were mostly okay and not nearly as far gone as Terry appeared to be. Was that because they had escaped the alphas who were dragging them around? Most of those werewolves had been omegas with the exception of Cole and Trevor.
Did Terry somehow get separated from them?
Terry was giving him that look again, and Morgan barely noticed
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it as he washed the younger man’s hands. He didn’t notice it until it was too late, and Terry’s mouth was on Morgan’s.
His dick hadn’t stopped throbbing since before they’d gone into the shower together. The need to claim his mate was too much, and his body started to shiver and shake like it had done before.
The hot, electric sensation jolted through his entire body when Terry reached his hand down and wrapped those warm fingers around Morgan’s prick.
He moaned into Terry’s mouth.
That was it. There was no turning back, and he no longer wanted to stop himself. Morgan grabbed Terry under his armpits and practically threw him on top of the bed. He climbed onto the other man. Terry’s eyes had turned gold, and he stared at Morgan with undisguised lust on his face.
No one had ever looked at him like that before.
When Terry’s hands started to massaged Morgan’s shoulders and chest, his fingers brushing against Morgan’s nipples until they hardened under his touch, Morgan decided to act now before it was too late and he completely lost it.
He grabbed Terry’s hands and pinned them by the wrists above his head. Terry’s eyes widened as he looked up and saw just why he couldn’t move. “No…”
“How old are you?”
Terry blinked at him. “What?”
Morgan leaned in until their noses were practically touching. “You used your fingers before, but I need you to say it. How old are you?”
Terry squeezed his eyes shut, and for a split second Morgan worried that perhaps he was hurting the smaller man.
Then he looked up and noted the way Terry’s fingers had gone again. Terry looked at them, too, squinting his eyes to see them right.
One hand with two fingers up, and the other with three.
“Two, three,” he said.
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“Twenty-three?” Morgan clarified.
“I…Yes. Twenty-three. I am twenty-three,” he said with
conviction in his voice.
More than old enough, though he was still so damn young.
Still, the knowledge that he wasn’t pinning down a minor and pressing his cock into his hip was freeing, and this time, Morgan was the one to initiate their kiss.
He released Terry’s hands, allowing the omega to do what he wanted with them. The first thing he did was stick them in Morgan’s hair and grip as tightly as he could.
It hurt, but he liked it. It was a good kind of pain. Despite how much the pain seemed to heighten the pleasure, Terry’s kisses became biting and soon let Morgan know that he should be taking command of the situation a little better than he was.
He thrust against the other man, grinding their cocks together. Terry was not quiet as he voiced his pleasure. He threw his head back and moaned out loud.
Terry’s legs spread and came around Morgan’s hips, locking together at the ankles, and he was thrusting against Morgan’s cock with all the grace of a virgin.
Morgan was torn between whether or not he wanted that to be a reality.
“Fuck me. Want you to claim me,” Terry said, reaching his hand down to stroke his dick.
Morgan couldn’t allow him to get off before he was inside of him, so he quickly grabbed hold of Terry’s hand and thrust it above his head again.
“Not until I say,” Morgan said with a growl.
“Fuck me!” Terry demanded.
He was so impatient. Clearly they couldn’t draw this out as much as Morgan would have preferred, but that was all right. He wanted nothing better than to be inside that tight ass as quickly as possible.
Morgan lifted himself up so that he was on his knees on the bed,
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and he spat into his hand, bringing his fingers down to Terry’s pucker.
Terry was still thrusting his hips, and this time, when he reached down to grip his dick, Morgan let him. “Yes, fuck me, yes,” he hissed, stroking himself as Morgan pressed his fingers inside that tight hole.
> “Be patient,” Morgan said with a grunt as those fingers stroked him. He had no lube on him and didn’t have the presence of mind to go and search for any. Terry was a werewolf, he would be fine without it so long as Morgan didn’t rush too much, and the fact that they were claiming each other would make it easier as well.
Terry continued to kiss and nuzzle his jaw as Morgan fingered him, and as he expected, the other man hardly seemed to notice that there was nothing to ease the way. He was so eager to mate. He was eager to be fucked.
How long had it been since he’d had a lover? It surprised him to realize that he couldn’t pinpoint an exact time, but it had definitely been a while ago, and none of them had made him quite as wanton as Terry did.
It had to be the mate thing. This proved that they were mated.
Morgan couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed the sensation of having his fingers sucked into that warmth so much or feeling this anxious to be inside of it.
Terry was eagerly humping against his fingers now, and his fist as he worked his cock. Oddly, he was no longer staring down at himself or trying to see what Morgan was doing between his legs. Now, he was looking at Morgan’s face.
“I’m yours,” he said, though it almost sounded like a question, as though he were confirming that this was real.
“Yes,” Morgan said, removing his fingers and spitting once more into his hand. “And I’m yours.”
He stroked the saliva over himself, biting his lower lip at the sheer pleasure he felt. His eyes fell shut for a second before he opened them again and noted how pink Terry’s cheeks had become.
His hand still moved up and down over his swollen prick, and his
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eyes were half-lidded as he watched Morgan pleasure himself.
Morgan smiled at him. There was better in store for him than just watching that.
Morgan grabbed hold of one of Terry’s ankles. “Put your legs up onto my shoulders,” he said.
Terry did as he was told, and the backs of his knees fit so nicely on Morgan’s shoulders.
“Push out when I push in,” he said, and then made one more prayer that what he’d done would be enough. Despite the werewolfstrength thing, even he hadn’t ever done this before without something to help it along.
He took hold of the base of his dick and lined the head up with Terry’s stretched pucker.
He couldn’t remember if Terry had said anything to him after that because the second Morgan started pressing himself inside, that was it. His thinking brain put a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door to his mind, and all Morgan was left with was the sheer animal pleasure and the need to ram into his mate with all the force and speed as though it was their last time as well as their first.
Terry’s fingers turned into claws and pulled on the skin of Morgan’s back, but he didn’t care, even when pain raked across his back and warm trails of blood spilled. All he could focus on was that he was balls-deep inside his mate, and he never wanted to be anywhere else but right here.
Terry moaned loudly, completely uncaring that there were other people in the house who might hear him, and Morgan soon followed with that same mentality. He pushed and pulled himself in and out of Terry’s body until the bed started to move in the same rhythm as his thrusting hips.
“You. Are. Mine. Forever,” Morgan said through gritted teeth, punctuating each word with a sharp lunge of his pelvis.
Then it happened. Though they were mated, a mated pair still needed to claim each other for everything to be complete on both
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ends. Otherwise there was still that little piece on both sides that remained out of sync.
Just as Morgan sped up, feeling the peak of his pleasure looming, he felt that connection between him and the man beneath him grow stronger, more solid, until there was nothing in the world that could separate them.
He kept on moving, continuing to milk himself inside Terry until his cock was finally sated, but Terry still humped desperately against him.
“Please, don’t stop. I need…”
“I’ve got you,” Morgan said, and he reached down and took hold of Terry’s still-swollen prick.
Only now that he was no longer intoxicated on his lust was he able to look down and really appreciate what he had in his hand.
Terry was long and thick, and from the looks of things, a little longer than Morgan was, but Morgan was definitely a bit thicker. Terry was also cut, unlike Morgan. Werewolves born and raised out in the wild certainly didn’t have that procedure done, so that could only mean that Terry’s lapse into the world of feral werewolves had happened more recently. A least after the last winter, judging by the way the poor kid was handling this winter on his own.
A shiver passed through Terry’s body as Morgan’s hand gripped him and then stroked up and down. It was kind of strange, the way Terry was still canting his hips against Morgan’s, while Morgan stroked his dick.
Despite how he was already so recently satisfied, a tremor passed through his body, and his heart rate and breathing picked up as his cock filled once more.
Morgan groaned and began thrusting in earnest again. He let go of Terry’s dick and braced his hands on either side of the omega’s head as he fucked the smaller man into the mattress.
It had been a while and all that, but he still didn’t expect his body to be so eager, or for Terry to be so willing, all things considered. He
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wouldn’t question it. He wouldn’t analyze it either, not when it felt this good to have Terry’s body squeezing down on Morgan’s cock.
“Nice, that’s nice,” Terry said, drawing out the word so that it
sounded like niiiiiiice.
Morgan was gasping again, trying to keep his eyes from falling shut as he claimed his mate. He wanted to look at him. He loved the
way Terry’s face twisted in pleasure, and how his cheeks became rosy
as he was fucked.
“Touch me,” Morgan said. “Put your hands on me. Now.”
Terry did as he was told, his warm hands sliding up the muscles of Morgan’s chest, his fingers brushing and pinching his nipples. Then Terry lifted his mouth to the side of Morgan’s neck, licking and sucking with all the energy and eagerness as though he were sucking on a candy.
Then Terry’s hand shot down between them, his arm jerking hard and fast as he stroked himself. “Ughhh! I’m gonna come!”
Morgan felt the wet splash of Terry’s cum on his stomach. He liked it. He liked that his mate’s seed was on him, marking him just as much as Morgan was marking Terry.
Morgan needed another minute before he could come again, his previous orgasm making this newer one take just a little bit longer to reach. Morgan’s fingers became claws just as Terry’s had, and they punctured the mattress as Morgan fucked his mate with every ounce of strength he possessed.
He came with a roar, unable to contain that more animal side of
himself as he spilled his fluids inside of his mate.
Terry was his. Morgan would make sure to find out what had happened to put the omega in this state, and he would never allow anything like it to happen ever again.
Morgan swore he nearly dozed off. The warmth of the body beneath him and the twitter-pated mood those orgasms put him in was too much to resist.
Then a loud pounding on the door yanked him out of his almost
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nap.
“What is it?” Morgan called, knowing it was Nick and noting the way Terry’s eyes had gone wide and wild as he searched for the loud noise that had disturbed them.
“If you two are finished,” the other man said from behind the door. “I think the storm’s starting to pass. I can smell people outside. They have guns.”
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Chapter Six
Terry heard the man on the other side of the door announce that there were people nearby, and everyth
ing inside him screamed at him to get up, run, hide, fight, do whatever he could do to keep from being taken away from Morgan’s arms.
For the first time in what felt like forever, he actually felt safe. Morgan’s body, his warmth, and his comforting smile all equalled safety, but there were people out there who wanted to snuff that out and take Morgan away from him.
He couldn’t let that happen. That was why, when Morgan tried to get up from where he lay, Terry reached for him, taking his wrist and stopping him from going to the door.
“Don’t go outside. They’ll find you.”
Morgan put his hand on Terry’s shoulder, that calming smile back on his face. Terry liked Morgan’s smile because it didn’t give him the chills the way it did when the others had smiled at him. There was nothing sinister or hidden in that smile. There was only honesty and
openness.
“I’ll come right back for you. Whoever those people are outside, they need to be dealt with. I don't believe they’re trying to come in here, not if they think the house is occupied.”
“But―”
“Don’t worry,” Morgan said, his hand coming on top of Terry’s head and then sliding down his neck. It felt like Morgan was petting him. He liked it. “If anything happens, I promise I’ll come back up for you right away.”
“They’re hunters,” Terry said, fighting against the feeling inside
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of him that was attempting to calm him.
Morgan looked away and nodded, as though he didn’t like admitting to it. “They might be, yes, but they might also just be normal hunters, out trying to catch a buck or something. We have nothing to worry about.”
There was nothing else Terry could do or say to make the other man stay with him. Despite Morgan’s gentle command for Terry to get back under the covers of the bed, he wouldn’t do it. Instead, he went to the window.
