"Nice," Evin said, palming the red flush blooming on Mason's rear.
With one hand, Evin reached for the lube and squeezed a small amount into his other palm. After tossing the bottle onto the bedcovers, Evin worked his slick hand over his erect shaft. Slowly, he circled Mason's ring, testing the tension in the muscle, then eased a finger inside. Mason groaned and bore down on the invasion. Evin inserted a second digit, followed by a third, and worked them in and out, stretching the snug channel. Damn, how long had it been since Evin had a lover? This wasn't going to be easy for either of them.
"Yes. Oh shit, yeah," Mason moaned, his head lolling between his shoulders.
"Hold on. I've got what you need."
Evin slid his fingers free and replaced them with head of his cock at Mason's entrance. He pressed forward, jamming his teeth into his lower lip. Ah fuck. Mason was so damn tight. Sweat rolled down Evin's temples, strands of his long hair sticking to the sides of his face. Evin had to take it slow. But slow was going to kill him.
"Do it," Mason growled, pushing back.
"Shit, Mason." Evin ground to a halt. "Don't want to hurt you."
"Fuck me," he groaned. "God, I need to come."
"Relax.” Evin grasped Mason's hips and eased forward. “Breathe. Shhh...Bear down, baby. Let me in."
The muscles gripping Evin's shaft relaxed, allowing Mason to gain a few more inches of ground. But he still had about half of Evin's nine to go.
"You okay?" Evin moved his palms up, gliding them over the curve of Mason's spine.
"Burns...so good." His blond head shook. "More. Do it, Evin. All of you."
Christ. He knew fucking Mason would be good, but he'd had no idea how perfect he'd feel wrapped around his cock. How the sound of him demanding more would penetrate his brain and take him to some kind of drug-filled high.
"Hold on..." Evin located Mason's hips with his hands once more, then on a groan, surged inside.
"Oh God," Mason cried out. "Yes."
Evin stilled, slid his hand lower, and wrapped his palm around Mason's length. Oh yeah, even through the pleasure-pain, Mason was still rock hard. He gave a few swift strokes to Mason's length. Mason moaned and rotated his hips.
"Move, damn you," Mason demanded, his voice hoarse with need.
Evin leaned back and took hold of Mason's hips with both hands again before easing out until only the head of his cock remained.
"You want to come, Brown Eyes?" Evin's voice had long since gone beyond hoarse.
"Yes," he breathed.
Evin eased forward, making sure his progression slid over the sensitive gland inside, tantalizing the nerve endings, but not enough to send him over the edge.
"I asked if you want to come." Evin’s control was on the verge of shattering and a hairsbreadth from releasing the beast inside that wanted to fuck until neither man could stand.
"God, yes," Mason gasped.
Again Evin slowly withdrew, leaving only the smooth head of his shaft buried. "Tell me exactly how you want it." Evin bit down, grinding his molars. "What do you want me to do to you?" So fucking close to losing it, but he had to hold on. Had to hear the words.
"Please! Fuck me, Evin! I want you to make me come so hard that I fucking can't breathe."
On a roar, Evin slammed back inside.
"Yes," Mason cried out with each pounding thrust.
Over and over, Evin drove into Mason. The slap of skin against skin filled the room, becoming an erotic rhythm that surrounded them and took them higher.
"Oh...fuck..." Mason's head snapped back. His mouth dropped open on a pleasure-filled groan, and his body shuddered, his release spurting onto the wood floor.
Evin lost it.
Harder and harder he thrust. Sweat dripped from his brow, stinging his eyes.
The beast within unleashed its claws.
It needed.
It wanted.
Mason.
Evin threw his head back, and a growl tore from his throat as stream after stream of cum jetted from his cock, filling the latex. Ecstasy raced up his spine, knocking him forward, over Mason's back. Dazed, Evin wrapped his arm around Mason's neck and pulled him back onto his chest. Evin curled his lip, exposing his canines, and cocked his head.
Mine.
A shadow of movement reflecting off the bedroom window caught his eye. Evin froze in his tracks.
Holy shit.
The image staring at him wore the face of a wolf in partial shift, canines primed and ready to mark. It was Evin.
He jerked his arm from around Mason's neck. Get your ass under control, KinKaid. Evin closed his eyes, willing himself back into complete human form before easing free from Mason's depths.
Mason groaned, straightened and turned, then braced himself against the iron footboard. With his face flushed and his eyes hooded, he wore the look of man with a damn good buzz. Evin rubbed his face with a trembling hand. Shit. He had to get out of there. Needed to clear his head.
Evin stepped to the side and swiped his shirt from the floor, then quickly disposed of his condom in the bathroom. He grabbed a handful of tissues on the way out. "There are towels in a small closet in the bathroom if you'd like a shower."
"Huh?" Mason moved from the bed. "Oh, yeah. Sounds good." He reached out and wrapped his fingers over Evin's bicep. "Join me?"
"I need to finish up here." Evin diverted his gaze. "You go first." The warmth of Mason's palm slipped from his arm. "Besides, there are a couple of things I forgot to handle outside." Evin crouched by the bed, taking care of the evidence of Mason's pleasure—which had definitely been Evin's as well. Maybe a little too much...
"Sure." Mason's voice carried a hesitant tone. Evin didn't blame him. He'd just gone from can't get enough to Siberian freeze. But right now, he didn't understand his own damn self.
The sound of bare feet moving in the opposite direction drew Evin's gaze. Mason's nude form filled his bathroom door. Wide shoulders led south to narrow hips that carried a rounded ass God had to have made to drive Evin into insanity.
He bit back a groan, turned on his heels, and headed for his dresser. "I can leave something out for you if want clean clothes to wear tonight."
"No need," Mason called out from the other room. "I don't normally wear anything to bed."
Oh yeah. This time Evin didn't hold back the groan that had again reared its head. He was going to lose his mind.
As soon as the clink of the shower door sounded, Evin darted toward the rear of the cabin. He'd never needed a run more than he needed one now. With a twist of the dead bolt and a turn of the doorknob, Evin stepped into the night.
The crisp evening air of the Pacific Northwest filled his lungs, and Evin closed his eyes. He had no idea why he'd lost it so bad in there. If he didn't know any better, his actions had been one of an alpha claiming his mate.
And that was not possible.
Mason was human. No way in hell would he ever allow himself to infect a human and take away the only existence the man had ever known.
Evin pulled the door shut behind him and immediately dropped to all fours. Fur erupted and bones shifted, bringing forth the wolf. Without looking back, Evin bolted toward the dense woods lining the rear boundary of the property.
Large black paws dug into the grass and leaf litter, and Evin picked up speed. The wind in his fur and the crunch of pine needles beneath his pads were exactly what he needed to help bring his world back to center.
Because one night with Mason Thorne had just knocked Evin's off its axis.
Chapter Four
Mason blinked once, then twice, trying to bring the shadowy images of the room into focus. Where the hell...? He pushed up from the mattress onto his elbow and came to an abrupt halt. Oh, yeah. The soreness in his behind and the languid state of his muscles—despite the nosedive into a ditch earlier—brought the memory of the best orgasm in his life whirling back to the forefront of his mind. Mason glanced over his shoulder. Lying in bed next to him, chest bare with
a white sheet draped over his groin, was Evin. Mason's cock stirred at the sight.
After he'd showered, Mason had stretched out on the bed to wait for him to return, but he must have been more tired than he'd thought. He didn't remember Evin coming back or getting into bed. Evin had acted distant after they'd had sex, but maybe that was just his thing. He wasn't a cuddler. Kind of sucked, but Mason was a grown man and could do casual. It was what he was used to. The few relationships he'd experienced had never amounted to anything more. Though with Evin, casual, he had a feeling, was going to be a hell of a lot more difficult. One didn't connect with another like that both inside the bedroom and out and then blow it off so easily. Mason palmed his awakening shaft and rolled onto his side to face Evin. The soft glow of the moonlight cast shadows across the ridges of his ripped abdominals. A fine dusting of dark hair covered his chest, then trailed down his midsection, disappearing beneath the sheet that barely concealed his hips.
Mason had never really got a chance to sample the thick cock he knew hid beneath the thin layer of cotton. And it was pretty impressive; his ass could attest to that. Mason gently lifted the corner of the sheet. Evin lay with one leg bent at the knee, his foot pressed against the side of his other leg, parting his thighs. The broad length of his cock lay faceup, surrounded by a dark patch of hair. So tempting.
A smile tugged at the corner of Mason's lips as he pulled the sheet lower. How far could he actually go before Evin woke?
Mason gently maneuvered his body until he was leaning over Evin's hips. Using only his tongue, he glided over the underside of Evin's cock from root to tip. A guttural moan emanated from the back of Evin's throat, and his hips arched upward. Mason glanced up, but Evin's eyes remained closed.
Encouraged and feeling a bit bolder, Mason enclosed his fingers around the thick shaft. So warm against the palm of his hand. Mason lowered his head and circled the crown with the tip of his tongue, then gave a gentle swipe through the slit. The unique flavor that was Evin exploded across his taste buds, hardening his own cock even more. Damn, what was it about this man...? Everything about him was addictive as hell. Even his cock was like a crack lollipop: salty, hot, and wild, and he couldn't get enough of his fix.
He wrapped his lips around the head. Evin's dick roared to life, swelling and lengthening beneath his touch. Mason opened wider and sank lower, taking Evin to the back of his throat and beyond. He swallowed around the hard length, massaging the sensitive flesh.
Evin's hip flexed, beginning an erotic rhythm that was as old as time itself. Shallow thrusts pumped Evin's cock into the back of his throat. Mason matched the pace with his fist, sliding it up and down Evin's shaft. With his other hand, Mason reached between Evin's legs and grasped his taut sac, moved it aside, and located the sweet spot at the base. He pressed into the flesh there, working his fingers in a gentle massage.
"Mason..."
His heart raced at the sound of his name. Evin's cock thickened, hardening even more. The pace of his hips quickened, and Evin's breathing reduced to short pants. His heels dug into the mattress.
Fuck, yeah. Come for me. Mason was dying for a taste. He straddled Evin's thighs, leaned in, and keeping his tongue flat, worked the back side of Evin's shaft. Up and down. Pumping with his fist. His mouth.
Over and over he worked, unable to pull his gaze away from the man he pleasured. Mesmerized by his lover's expression. Evin's lips were parted. His hair wild around his face. His hands grasped at the sheets, searching, fisting. God help him, Mason had been right. Watching Evin lose control was something he'd never be able to erase from his mind.
Evin's head jerked back on his pillow, then snapped forward.
"Gonna come..." he gasped, and his eyes popped open. His unfocused gaze landed on Mason. "No!" The single syllable left his throat on a strangled cry. A split second later, Evin's large hands had Mason by the arms and were tearing him away from his erection.
Mason landed in a heap on the mattress. "What the...?"
Evin released a guttural sound, fisted his cock, then pumped the shaft at a feverish pitch as stream after stream of cum shot from the end, landing on his stomach.
Holy shit. That was the hottest damn thing he'd ever seen. Mason reached down and stroked the still-hard length of his own shaft. His balls ached, and precum slicked the head of his cock.
Without warning, Evin's large frame loomed over him at the same time a firm grip snatched Mason's wrists away from his erection and pinned them to the mattress above his head.
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Evin nearly growled. Strands of his dark hair hung loose around his face as he held himself directly above Mason's.
"I think it was obvious what I was doing. And I also think you enjoyed it immensely." Mason cracked a smile despite Evin's gruff expression. "What's the problem? I would think waking to someone going down on you would be a good thing." Mason lifted his brows.
"That's not the point." Evin shook his head, feathering soft strands of hair across Mason's cheek. Nice. Mason breathed deep, and his eyelids lowered. Evin's scent reminded him of his last hike through the woods: fresh pine needles after a storm. "The point is it's not safe."
"Not safe?" Mason opened his eyes. "What are trying to say?" The guitar solo from "Panama" suddenly filled the room. Evin blinked, and he loosened his grip on Mason's wrist.
"Well, unless someone just flipped on an episode of VH1's '80s classics, I think that's your cell phone." Evin rolled off Mason and onto his back.
Mason swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, then headed for the chair that held his pants and the phone inside one of the pockets.
"Seriously, man, Van Halen?" Evin added.
Mason glanced back over his shoulder. "Seriously." He nodded. "Eddie Van Halen. The guy was a guitar legend." He zeroed in on the pocket containing his phone and pulled it out.
"It's five a.m. Who would be calling you this early?"
The large screen of the iPhone displayed Dad across the top. His gut tightened with unpleasant anticipation. Mason slid his index finger across the bottom of the cell and answered.
"Hello, Dad." Mason turned with the phone at his ear and rolled his eyes at Evin. The other man nodded and left the bed, headed toward the bathroom.
"You were supposed to call us last night once you got home." Mason Sr.'s voice boomed at the other end of the line. "Your mother has been worried. And you know how she gets when she's worried. You are home, correct?"
As usual, his father's normal string of what have you done to disappoint me today? statements and questions. Mason pulled in a deep breath. A hello, are you safe, son? would have been way too personal for the head of the Thorne family. He bit back a chuckle. Even the word "family" sounded absurd when used in the same sentence with the surname Thorne.
"No. I'm not home." Mason moved back to the side of the bed and dropped onto the mattress's edge.
"And why not? We have a meeting scheduled for tomorrow. There are several things I need to go over with you before you return to work. Were you even planning to call me to let me know you wouldn't be here?"
It was all Mason could do not to grind his molars into a toothache. Damn. It was nothing short of a miracle he had enough of his teeth left to eat with at all.
"Yes, I was going to call you after I got up this morning."
"So, what happened to you?"
Mason relayed the story about his detour and then about his near miss with a wolf that landed him in a ditch.
"Why haven't you called someone from TGI to pick you up?"
"Because it's not necessary. It's only going to be a few more days."
"A few days spent wasted in some small town when you could be home taking care of this company. Your future—"
"It's only four days, Dad. I'm sure Thorne Global will survive without me just a little longer."
"Dear God," his father groaned. "Please don't tell me you're with a...you've picked up some strange man."
"Fine. I
won't." Mason didn't bother to hide the hard edge to his voice. His free hand fisted the pillow at his side right before he launched it across the room.
"Goddammit, Mason. What am I supposed to tell your mother? Her son will be home as soon as he decides to crawl out of the sack with his new boyfriend? What if the press gets wind of this little detour of yours?"
"That's unfair..." Mason swallowed hard past the knot in the back of his throat. Whether it had grown out of pain or anger, he had no fucking clue. Probably a combination of both emotions trying to choke the shit out of him. "My sex life has never compromised the family or the business. In fact, I've done everything in my power to keep out of the public eye and to be exactly the son you would prefer. I'm getting my MBA, just like you'd planned, and I've worked my ass off as assistant vice president at TGI. So don't play the ungrateful slut-of-a-son card with me."
"How dare you speak to me in that tone—"
"I have to go. I'll call when I'm on my way."
"Mason—"
He jerked the phone from his ear and tapped End Call. From behind, a large hand brushed his arm. Mason jumped and glanced over his shoulder.
"Shit. Evin..." Mason shook his head. "I didn't hear you come back into the room." Evin's chest pressed into Mason's back, and then both arms circled his waist. Mason leaned into Evin's hard yet warm presence. Damn, it felt good. Too good. He closed his eyes, drinking in the serenity of the moment.
"You were deep in conversation with your father," Evin said. "I didn't want to interrupt."
Mason scoffed. "That, you didn't have to worry about interrupting." He tilted his head up, allowing it to fall back against Evin's shoulder.
"I gather from the sound of things, dear old Dad isn't too pleased with your being gay."
"And you would be right. As long as he doesn't have to see it or hear about it, he's fine. Meaning, as long as I'm playing the good son, becoming the executive he wants me to be, and he can pretend that my being gay doesn't exist...oh, he's fine."
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