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those pale-green eyes widened slightly at the intrusion, the way his pink lips parted when Morgan began thrusting them inside of him, stretching him.
Morgan especially loved the way Terry’s breathing became quick and how his hands gripped Morgan’s back until his fingernails dug into the skin.
Morgan began scissoring his fingers, making absolutely sure that Terry was going to be ready for him. Though they’d done this without any sort of lubrication, other that Morgan’s saliva, earlier today, that didn’t mean he could just shove into the other man now that they had something that could be used to ease the way. Werewolf or not, preparations still needed to be made. They’d been consumed by lust and the need to mate the last time, but now, even though he could hardly stand it, Morgan needed to be patient. He was going to do this right.
All that went out the window when Morgan’s fingers brushed up against that spongy nub inside of his mate, and Terry threw his head back into the pillows and arched his back.
His hips were gyrating wildly now. “Fuck me, Morgan. I want it now. I’m ready.”
That was more than enough invitation for him. By now Morgan had to shove off the blankets covering them just to be able to do this right without anything getting in his way or preventing him from seeing.
The cold air on their heated bodies felt good, and Terry moaned again at it. Morgan’s cock jumped in response, and he had to take it in hand and quickly grip the base to keep himself from coming before he was inside of his lover.
Just touching himself was enough to give him a jolt of pleasure that was difficult to fight against. “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”
“Yes,” Terry hissed, though whether he was moaning his agreement for what Morgan was doing or just giving Morgan more of those sounds he liked, he couldn’t be sure.
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Morgan lined up the head of his cock with Terry’s hole, and he pushed himself inside, taking extra time with it because he wanted it to last.
Terry breathed through his teeth, but he gave no sign that he wanted Morgan to stop.
“That’s nice. Keep going,” he said.
Morgan did, and it nearly killed him how he could only gently thrust his hips, pushing himself inside only another inch before stopping, waiting for Terry’s body to adjust to him.
Terry’s eyes were squeezed shut, his neck and jaw clenched. Apparently he’d also been holding his breath because he released it in a hard whoosh when he finally opened his eyes.
Then his body finally opened to Morgan, and Morgan pushed himself the rest of the way inside, until his balls touched against Terry’s ass.
Now, instead of his face clenching up, Terry’s mouth opened in a long, breathy moan, his eyes going wide once more as Morgan touched the other man’s prostate with his cock.
Terry started humping wildly against him, reminding him of earlier that day when they’d had sex.
“FuckmeIneedyoutofuckmerightnowohGod!” Terry said, speaking so quickly that Morgan almost didn’t understand him.
His body language said enough, and Morgan began thrusting inside of him with all the strength and animal need he had inside him.
Terry’s hips pushed back against Morgan’s, and his legs became so tight around Morgan’s waist that it made him think of one of those huge snakes from the amazon, choking the life out of prey.
He didn’t dare stop, even when it got to be hard for him to breathe. “Baby, you’re so tight,” he said, referring to the legs around his waist and that ring of muscle that squeezed his cock.
Terry gripped him tighter, his hands, his legs, his ass all clenching around him, which made Morgan never want to leave this spot.
There was nothing he could do for it except shift his hips and
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pump them harder until Terry was crying out for him.
Then Morgan felt the teeth against his neck.
He didn’t dare stop. Not when it felt so fucking good what he was doing. Really, he shrugged it off anyway. A lot of wolves liked to bite their lovers during sex, why should Terry be any different?
Then the teeth broke his skin, and right after Morgan finished coming, his body going tight as every muscle on his body clenched through the satisfaction, he passed out.
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Chapter Eight
He wasn’t in la-la land for very long. He knew this because the alarm on the nightstand, some glow-in-the-dark take on one of those old bell alarm clocks, didn’t show that much time had passed.
The only thing worth panicking over was how his bed was empty.
Morgan shot up, the dried fluids that had glued him to the bedsheets coming apart with a gross kind of crunching noise.
He had to tell himself not to panic. Nick was still in the house, and if Terry had gone wild again and tried to leave, the other man would’ve been downstairs and would have stopped him before he could get outside.
It hadn’t yet been two hours, so Nick should still be awake and on watch.
Morgan brought his hand up to his neck, touching the bite mark. There was only a little blood, and it was dry. Terry had only bitten out of instinct, not to hurt him, but now he was gone, and Morgan had to find him.
He shivered. Goddamn it was cold in here.
He raced downstairs. Nick was sitting in the dark by one of the windows. He turned his head toward the sound of Morgan’s rushing feet on the stairs.
“Did Terry come down here?”
Nick got to his feet. “No. Isn’t he up there?”
Fuck. Morgan ran back upstairs. Maybe his mate had just walked into the bathroom for a minute and Morgan was being an idiot. He really hoped that was the case.
It wasn’t. Morgan no longer cared about conserving power in case
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the owner were to find out that someone had come to his house. He
turned on all the lights upstairs and called out for his mate. He even
looked under the beds and in the closets. Just in case.
“His scent is still strong. If he left, it wasn’t very long ago,” Nick
said.
“How the hell did he get out?” Morgan snapped.
“Why would he want to leave at all?” Nick asked.
Morgan hated the hint of accusation in the other man’s voice. He wasn’t even going to contemplate that idea that Terry had wanted to leave Morgan on purpose.
“He’s still wild. That doesn’t go away in a day,” he said, annoyed with the other man. “His animal side probably took over, and he was scared and confused and left.”
“His human mind was still in enough control to sneak out the window,” Nick said, moving toward the only window in the bedroom that Morgan and Terry had been sharing.
“What?”
Morgan followed his friend, and only then was he able to notice the slight breeze of freezing air coming through the bottom of the window pane.
Terry had opened the window, let himself out, and then shut it again as silently as he could, but it hadn’t shut all the way. That was why it was so cold in here. Not because there was no heat in the house, but because of the freezing air from outside getting into the
room.
“We have to find him before he gets far,” Nick said, turning away
from the window.
“If he’s found by other wild werewolves or picked up by
hunters…”
Morgan was glad that Nick didn’t finish that sentence. He could hardly think about what those people would do to his mate if they got ahold of him.
He looked out the window. The snow was still coming down in
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thick, cotton-ball-sized flakes, but visibility had definitely improved.
They were going to have to shift into their wolf forms to be able to travel at all out there, not to mention track which direction Terry had gone off in.
“Right.
Let’s go.”
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Terry couldn’t run. The snow was piled too high for that, and his hind legs and front paws were practically killing him from the strain on his body it took for him to push through that much snow. He had to keep making these awkward jumps just to press on.
He could smell them. Smell his friends. He needed to get to them. He had to save them.
Suddenly, Terry came to a stop, his ears perking up sharply on top
of his head.
Voices. Human voices come from just down that dark path. At least in the summer it was probably a path. Right now it was just another tall stretch of untouched snow that the trees all made room
for.
The voices were coming from down that way, and so was the
scent of his friends.
Charlie, Jay, and Alecia. They were down there.
Terry growled low in his throat, instincts taking command of his mind and body that had previously never been there before. The instinct to attack and defend was the most prominent of what he felt.
He pressed on, making new tracks as he slowly traveled down the snowy path. Closer to the end, he ducked into the safety of the heavy pines, counting on them to hide him while he searched for the members of his pack that had been stolen.
The clearing was lit, thanks in part to a large fire, and even shoveled enough to keep the tents from being buried under the snow. One of the shovels was propped up against a birch tree on the other
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side of the clearing. It looked as though this space would need shoveling again soon.
There were loud complaints coming from the inside of the largest tent in the middle.
More human words, and though he knew the language, right now,
for some reason, he couldn’t understand what the words meant.
“I’m telling you that we need to sell those pelts. I’m not staying in a tent all the way through winter. I did that last year. I’m not doing it again this year.”
The answering voice was a whining one. “But I bagged these two myself on the last hunt! You were with me. You saw it! Why do you get to keep yours but I have to sell mine?”
“I’m keeping only one. Selling one won’t feed us or keep us out of this shit weather for the rest of winter. Just sell yours, and the next wolves you get you can keep as many as you can skin.”
“But I―”
“I also get to decide because I’m in charge. I brought you into this, and you’re going to do as I say.”
Terry moved away from the tent. Though if he listened long enough, he thought he could make out some of the meaning of what was being said, but mostly, he just got angry vibes.
He carefully toed his way out of his hiding place within the drooping branches of the pine tree, and he moved toward the next
tent.
There were other sounds and smells coming from within that he wanted to investigate. Some of it smelled like gasoline, and some smelled like his friends. The rest smelled like sex.
There was a light on inside the tent, maybe that was where the gas scent was coming from, so he could make out the dark forms of the two men within. The one was letting out guttural moans and grunts, thrusting his hips wildly as he lay on his back and held the other man’s head down between his legs.
Neither of those two possessed the scents of the wolves Terry was
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searching for, though the one man between the other’s legs didn’t have the scent of a human at all. He was something else.
Something shifted behind him, and Terry spun around.
The arrowhead shape of a wolf head peeked out from within the exact hiding place Terry had once occupied.
It was his mate. He looked angry.
Terry crouched, though he did not curl his tail between his legs. His friends! He could smell them! They were here!
He tried to tell his mate this with a small whine, but his mate
stepped forward, eyes sharp, lips pulled back to reveal his teeth, while
the hair on the back of his head stood on end.
He didn’t growl, but it was a command for silence if Terry ever
heard one.
Looking at him pointedly, his mate turned and walked back in the bushes, looking over his shoulder at him once more before vanishing into the darkness.
This time Terry’s tail did curl, and he followed his mate as he was silently commanded.
He had an easier time of it following him back to their den than when Terry had first left it.
This was because the trail Terry had made when he first came was now just a little wider since his mate had followed him on it, and now he and Terry were keeping to the same path as they went back. It still made the muscles in Terry’s body ache.
He tried to get up behind his mate, whining for his attention, trying to tell him what was happening, but the growls coming from his mate were not to be argued with.
Finally, they made it back to the large structure where they had made their den. Terry would prefer to sleep outside, cuddling for warmth with his mate curled around him, but it was so much warmer
inside the odd and angular cave that he didn’t offer any protest when
he followed his mate inside.
Then his mate made the shift to two feet, and though he looked
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ridiculous without any fur on him, his face squashed in, and his claws and tail gone, that sense of deep anger remained.
“Terry, I know you can hear me in there. You scared the shit out of me,” he said, in that familiar language Terry could barely understand. “You can’t ever do that again. Do you understand? They could’ve killed you if they’d realized you were there.”
That other naked wolf on two legs appeared next, cold air blowing through the open entrance to the cave as he let himself in. The gushing wind and snow was then gone as he shut the mouth of their den.
The other naked wolf―a man, Terry realized, recalling that
word’s meaning―rubbed his hands together for warmth.
“Scented the two of you coming back.” Then the man sniffed the
air. “He’s still in wolf form?”
“Yeah, still a little on the wild side, too, from what I can tell. He
walked right into the hunter’s camp, Nick. There’s wolf tracks leading straight here from them.”
The other man hissed in a breath. “Maybe we’ll be better to leave an hour or two before dawn instead of right at first light.”
“Better make it two hours,” his mate―Morgan―said. “I don’t
think I’ll be getting much more sleep tonight.
“Try and get something. I’ll keep a better watch out for his scent, make sure he doesn’t try to leave again.”
Morgan nodded, and with another one of those looks at Terry, he walked toward the stairs leading up. “Come on. We’re going back to bed.”
That had not been a command. His mate sounded tired, and with
some fear, Terry hesitated before following him.
Finally, Morgan looked down at him from halfway up the stairs.
“Come.”
That Terry had to obey.
He trotted up the stairs, the route to him somewhat familiar, and he moved toward another hole in the wall that led to a smaller den
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with a large nest. He jumped in, sniffed, circled, and then settled, waiting for his mate to come and punish him.
When Morgan appeared in the doorway, Terry’s tail thumped hopefully, but he still lowered his head onto his paws.
Morgan sighed at the sight of him, resting his forehead on the back of his hand, which was also gripping the door frame. “This is why I would never make a good leading alpha. I can’t take disobedient omegas out in front of everyone and dominate them for punishment. Even though you do deserve it right now.”
His voice was hard toward the end of that sentence, an
d with a
jerk, Terry realized that he understood every word. The tone, the meaning, all of it.
His human side was coming back, right in time to be shamed by his mate for being so completely and utterly stupid.
He was right. Terry would deserve it.
Now that he had control of his mind back, Terry made the shift back into his human form.
The change always felt odd, like his body was being stretched out farther than it was meant to go. The snap of his bones never hurt him. He was too used to it. He only realized at the last second that because he’d made the change on the bed, he’d just shed a boatload of hair onto the messy covers.
That was going to have to be shaken out before either of them could sleep in it.
Terry stepped out of bed and stood before his mate. He clutched his hands in front of him, hardly knowing what to do with himself or all the guilt he was feeling.
He kind of wished Morgan would just take him outside and throw him onto his back in a show of alpha dominance. At least that way he couldn’t be feeling all this guilt.
“I…I don’t know what happened,” Terry said.
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like I can hold that against you. Thank God you’re omega. Otherwise it might actually be something of a problem.”
Just thinking about what he’d done, and where he’d gone, made Terry sick to his stomach. Really, his guts churned, and he thought he might vomit all over the floor. He put his hand over his stomach, as though that would somehow calm it, and held onto the wooden bed frame with his free hand to keep from falling over as his knees shook.
Morgan was beside him in an instant.
“Hey, you don’t have to worry. I wasn’t going to do anything. I would never hurt you.”
So not what Terry had been worried about. “Not that,” he said, recalling what he’d seen, and everything he heard came back to him in a stark clarity he wished he didn’t have. “Oh God.”
