by Zoey Marcel
Mark wasn’t sure whether to laugh or run screaming. He realized there was only one thing that separated Jack and Eversor, a soul. Their sexual tastes were identical and they were in fact the same being. The only difference was that love redeemed Jack, but without it Eversor reigned over his shell. Mark shivered in fear. It all boiled down to trust. He had to believe that Jack was different. That he would never hurt him like Eversor would. Mark breathed deeply, inhaling the man’s narcotic musk, closed his eyes and trusted.
Jack muttered loving curses at him in between making needy, sexual sounds.
Mark swirled his tongue around the shaft as he absorbed the primitive taste of his partner, but mostly Jack fucked his mouth. It made him nervous when he deep-throated him.
“Open your throat and swallow on me,” Jack ground out.
Mark obeyed, fighting his gag reflex. He swallowed on the man, making him moan in ecstasy. His pleasure was worth the struggle to keep from choking on his meat.
“Mark, you’re fantastic.” Jack’s outcry silenced the crickets into voyeurism as he ejaculated in his beta’s mouth.
Mark felt a swell of tenderness over hearing his lover say his name as he came hot and wet inside his mouth. He held the semen up, waiting for Jack to eject first.
After a moment of panting and shaking knees, he said, “I’m not pulling out until you swallow every drop of my cum.”
Mark squirmed but swallowed the load. The salty essence had thickened slightly since he waited to swallow, but it wasn’t bad.
Jack pulled out, moaning and playing with Mark’s hair when he licked him clean. “Thank you. You’re a good slave.”
“I’m glad you liked it, but I’m not your slave.” Mark rose, experiencing butterflies when Jack led him over to a log. He sat on it and pulled Mark onto his lap facing away from him.
“I want you to come feeling my arms wrapped around you, knowing this is real, that it’s not a dream,” Jack whispered into his ear as he encompassed him in an intimate embrace.
Mark leaned back against him, breathless when his hand made contact with his pulsating organ again. Jack’s deflating appendage behind him stirred his lust all the more. The alpha stroked him slow and teasing.
“Mm, that feels so good. Faster.”
“You’re begging. That makes you sound like a slave. Are you my slave, Mark?”
“Yes,” he choked out through the nirvana.
“Damned right you are, but I want you to know it. Call me master.”
Mark snickered and then yelped when Jack squeezed his scrotum. “Master, please!”
Jack’s voice darkened. “That’s better. What is it you want?”
“I want you to do it faster.”
“Do what?”
Mark cursed his taunting and suddenly limp grip on his shaft. “Touch my penis like a man, you idiot!”
Jack grazed his shoulder with his teeth before biting it. “You want a man to fondle your cock?”
Mark wanted to hit him. “Yes, damn it.”
“I’d be happy to if you say you’re my little twink first.”
“I’m not saying that. It’s embarrassing.”
“That’s the point, love. I need to give you a hard time tonight for playing hard to get for so long. I despise games.”
“You had me fooled.” He whined when the hand retreated. “No! I was so close.”
Jack tickled his balls. “Four little words and I’ll relieve the ache in your boner. Submit to me, Mark. You know you want to. Stop wrestling with temptation and just give into it. You’ve played with the fire too long now to escape being burned. Tell me what you really are.”
Raw passion flooded his senses as wicked fire licked at his balls where Jack touched them. His bum perspired against the other man’s lap and their entangled legs were locked in a sweaty embrace. Pre-cum dribbled down his pounding shaft in a torturous descent. The combination proved maddening.
“I’m your little twink,” Mark murmured quietly. To his surprise he actually meant it.
Jack licked the shell of his ear. “I know you are. You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Mark thrust into the powerful hand milking him.
“I want your word that you’ll never leave me or deny me again. You’re going to marry Morrigan, but she’s taking my last name. We’re going to share our little wife and you’ll regard me as your husband. If you don’t I’ll introduce you to some extremely painful fetishes. We’re going to have a full-contact ménage relationship. I’m going to fuck Morrigan and you. Savvy?”
“Yes, Jack.” Mark choked on a whimper, seeking the release Jack denied him.
“I want your word. Swear it.”
“Jack, I swear you have my word. Please let me come.” Mark yelled into the darkness as Jack released him repeatedly. Jets of hot semen shot from him, splashing all over his belly and Jack’s hand. He couldn’t stop quivering on the way down.
“I’m a living miracle, aren’t I?” Jack teased.
Mark snickered. “Yeah, you are, but hardly a humble one. Oh geez, I can hardly stand.”
Jack got out from under him and set Mark on the log in his place. “Rest a minute.”
He made pitiful sounds of desperation as the alpha licked him clean. Reveling in this experience and the pure rapture of knowing their future wife would be snuggled up between them in bed when they got home delighted him.
Jack helped him to his feet and they re-dressed. “I have the biggest closet in the house and a king-size bed. You and Morrigan may as well share it with me permanently.”
“Isn’t it kind of gay to be sharing a closet and a bed?”
He grinned. “And fucking a man isn’t?”
Mark blushed. “Okay, suppose we did, what are we going to do with Morrigan’s room and my room?”
Jack shrugged. “We’ll take a vote on what to do with the loft and the guest room can become the baby’s room.”
Mark spun around in shock. “What baby? You said banshees couldn’t get pregnant.”
“They can’t, but she-wolves can and now that Morrigan is both, there’s no telling what could happen.”
“Have you told her this since her transformation?”
Jack frowned. “No, it never came up and I didn’t think about it until just now.”
“Oh, so fucking her makes the thought of conception disappear, but fooling around with me makes you think of babies? Well, that’s just wonderful.”
Jack winked at him. “You’re the one who said you’d carry my child if you were a woman.”
“How did you know that? I never said that to you. I thought about it when I saw Millie’s baby.” Mark’s face grew warm and his eyes widened. “You found out I thought that when you inherited my memories, huh?”
Jack smiled. “I’d be honored to impregnate you if that were possible.”
Mark shook his head, becoming more embarrassed. “This conversation is getting messed up. We’ve got to tell Morrigan that she might be able to get pregnant.”
“We’ll tell her tomorrow when we wake up with her. I should warn you I have a habit of becoming orally fixated in my sleep.”
“Dang it, Jack, I’m a freaking cop. You can’t just molest me when I’m out cold and think that’s going to end well.”
“Wouldn’t that be a fine way to wake up, with your wang in a warm, loving mouth?”
“If you suck my cock in my sleep I’ll—”
“Come?”
He grew warm again. “Probably.”
Jack didn’t even try to hide his smile. “I’ll remember that.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zoey Marcel lives with her husband and their quirky pug in the Pacific Northwest and they are expecting their first child this spring.
Originally Zoey planned on writing mainstream, but somehow happened across the erotic romance genre and was surprised at how graphic the covers were. Shock be
came wicked fascination and after reading her first erotic romance book, she decided her mainstream romance should have more adult love scenes and a few taboos.
Her stories range from naughty and touching to dark and erotic. She likes variety in her characters from the sweet beta, or the aggressive alpha all the way to the dark, tortured hero, or antihero.
When she’s not writing, Zoey likes to workout, keep house and go places with her husband. Then of course, there is play time with the hyperactive, little dog. You can find her on her blog, Facebook or Twitter.
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