If what he'd seen go down tonight were some kind of trick of his mind—perhaps the result of a mild concussion—then where the hell was Evin?
"Mason..." A familiar deep voice sounded from behind him, jerking his spine straight. Mason whirled and found Evin, naked, standing just inside the screen door. His gaze darted over Evin's exposed flesh. Not a scratch. His leg was completely intact. Mason's stomach turned over, sending a wave of nausea up his esophagus. There had to be some logical reason. No man—correction—no normal man healed that damn fast. What the fuck was going on?
Instinct sent Mason lunging for a knife from the butcher block on the counter. He gripped the hilt of the first large blade in the stand and scurried backward, putting a few feet between them.
"What the fuck are you?" he demanded, pointing the sharp tip in Evin's direction.
Evin threw his hands up as if in surrender.
"I never meant to hurt you, Mason." He shook his head, his gaze settling on Mason's injured shoulder. "Never."
"That doesn't answer my question." Mason took a step forward, the serrated steel in his hand lending a boost to his confidence. "I know what I saw." Mason chanced a glance down to the area that had once been an open fracture in Evin's shin. "Your leg...the bone was exposed."
Evin nodded, then reached for the shelf at his side. Mason tensed. "Let me grab something to put on from here." He placed his hand inside a bin, pulled out a pair of gray athletic shorts, and slipped them on. When Evin's gaze returned to his, Mason watched as he took a long, deep breath, then said, "You're right. You're not crazy. My leg was broken—bad."
"Then how...?"
"Let me take care of you first." Evin stepped forward.
Mason jumped and stumbled backward, sending a searing pain through his shoulder. "Shit," he hissed and tucked his arm against his chest. "Stop right there." Mason pointed the knife again at the other man. Evin froze. "You don't need to take care of anything. What I need are answers."
"Mason...you're still bleeding. And you're in pain. I can help."
"You can help by telling me who—or what—I've been fucking," he said, his voice close to a snarl.
Evin's throat worked, then his lips parted. "I'm what's called a shape-shifter. I can shift and take the form of a wolf."
"Oh my God," Mason breathed and began a slow reverse step to the other end of the room. "That really was you..." It registered somewhere in his mind that Evin matched his steps, moving forward into the kitchen as Mason made his way backward. But at that point, his brain had short-circuited on the new reality slapping him in the face. No, make that bit him on the shoulder.
A shape-shifter?
His lower back rammed into a chair at the table, shooting pain up his spine and causing him to jerk. "Ah shit." A burning sensation seared down his arm, and every beat of his heart pulsed into his fingertips.
"Please, Brown Eyes. Let me help you." Evin closed in.
Mason steadied the hilt of the knife in his hand, keeping it out front. He opened his mouth, ready to tell him to stay the hell away, when Evin's gaze found his.
"I can take the pain away,” he said. “If you'll let me." Evin’s eyes...they seemed so full of sincerity, maybe even a tinge of regret. "I know all this doesn't make sense right now. I didn't mean for you to ever have to see that side of me. It was the pain; it brings the wolf to the surface—for self-preservation. Under those conditions, it's nearly impossible to suppress the change." Evin took another step closer. "But I'm still the same man who less than an hour ago was loving every inch of you." His eyes narrowed as if he were relishing the memory. "Trying to give you pleasure—a moment in time—that you'd never forget." Evin lifted his arm and brushed his palm over Mason's bicep, then lower until his hand covered the hilt of his blade. "I never meant to hurt you. Please, allow me to heal my mistake."
"How?" Mason relaxed his grip as the pressure of Evin's hand against his lowered the knife to his side. I've lost my mind. Yup, totally stupefied by my feelings for this man—er, shifter—whatever. He should have kept his guard up until he knew more. That would have been a smarter move. Mason had no idea yet what the full implications would be of having this new knowledge about the world. But he did know that the last three days he'd spent with Evin had been the best in his life.
A hint of a smile curled Evin's lips. He reached out and stroked his knuckles along Mason's cheek. The sensation had Mason leaning into his hand. What are you doing? The man just told you he can turn into a wolf, and here you are going all soft from a smile and a touch.
"Like this." Evin threaded his fingers into Mason's hair and then cupped his nape. "Hold still," he whispered, then leaned in and lowered his head toward the bite.
Mason flinched. "Whoa...what are you doing?" He squirmed against his hold.
"Shhh..." Evin's grip tightened on his neck. "This will feel so much better when I'm done."
The warmth of Evin's tongue glided over the surface of the wound. Mason gasped, fully expecting an unpleasant burning or painful sensation, but instead, a strange tingle traveled along his nerve endings. Evin lifted his head and glanced up. Compassion clouded his blue eyes, and they bore straight into Mason's soul.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Mason forced out through the emotion clogging his throat. "Doesn't hurt." He swallowed. "Just the opposite."
"Good." A smile quirked Evin's lips. "Our saliva can produce an anesthetic and natural antibiotic that aids with healing." Evin's gaze flicked to Mason's wound and then back to him. "When the person in pain is someone we care about very much. The driving need to ease their discomfort triggers the response."
"Oh..." The single word had passed his lips only a mere second before Evin's mouth was back on his shoulder.
His mouth and tongue moved over the bite, every lick dragging the breath from Mason's lungs. It took all that Mason had to stand still under the assault. And assault was the perfect word to describe the sensation. His nerve endings were under attack, but not from pain—from excruciating pleasure.
Heat crawled under the wound. Hot tendrils of awareness spiraled from the center, across his chest, and headed lower. His cock stirred. Mason groaned, and his fingers lost their hold on the knife's hilt. The metal clanked against the wood floor.
Evin, he mouthed, unsure if the name even registered as audible. The hard ridge of the other man's erection nudged his abdomen as strong arms pulled him against Evin's chest. When Evin's hands had moved from his neck and wrapped around him, he didn't remember. All he knew was how damn good they felt there.
His mouth moved up Mason's neck; then the tip of Evin's tongue dipped into his ear and skated the inner and outer surface of the lobe. Mason shivered.
"You have no idea how sorry I am that I hurt you," Evin whispered. Kisses trailed from beneath his ear over and onto his cheek. Evin pulled back, and his blue gaze pierced Mason's. "So very sorry."
Mason still didn't understand how all this was possible. Like Alice in Wonderland, he felt as if he'd just tumbled down the rabbit hole. And it was dizzying. But the emotion he found in Evin's eyes at that moment was grounding, easy to read, and...human—he was hurting too.
"I believe you," Mason rasped. Evin's eyes drifted closed, as if in relief. His eyelids fluttered open a second later, and then his lips brushed over Mason's.
"Thank you," he breathed against Mason's mouth, then retreated an inch. "No fear. Okay? Not between us." Evin shook his head. "This was the last thing I wanted—to hurt you and for you to fear me."
Mason wet his lips. "Not afraid," he uttered. "Not anymore." He trailed both hands up Evin's back, their journey ending in the long, tangled locks of his lover's hair. Mason buried his fists in the dark mass. "Not anymore," he repeated on a near groan and yanked Evin's mouth to his.
Maybe he was a madman for being led by his emotions, but this was Evin. He knew his taste. Mason dragged his tongue over the full curve of Evin's lips. So wild and sweet. The soft feel of his hair. He coiled and uncoiled his
fingers around the long, thick mane. The hard length of his cock next to his. Mason rocked into Evin's thick erection, and Mason did groan this time.
In the short time they'd been together, Evin had filled Mason's heart and touched his body like no other. How could he dismiss the last three days as if they'd never happened? Honestly, Mason didn't know that he could if he'd wanted to. The guy was already buried too deep under his skin.
Evin traced the crease of Mason's lips with his tongue, then his teeth tugged at Mason's lower lip, giving them a slight nip. "Let me inside, Brown Eyes. I'm dying for a taste."
"But I thought you weren't into that."
"Changed my mind."
"Thank God." Mason slammed his mouth back into Evin's. Their tongues dueled for dominance, each greedy to sample the other as quickly as possible. So damn good.
A loud bang of wood colliding with wood told Mason that somehow Evin had reached behind and tossed the chair out of their path. His large frame guided Mason back until his rear bumped the edge of the table. Evin's hands dropped to the button and fly of Mason's shorts.
"Need you so much," he mumbled against Mason's lips and ripped open the closure to his Hilfigers.
"Yes." Mason freed his hands from Evin's hair and found the waistband of his shorts. "Want you," he breathed. He shoved the elastic and cotton down Evin's thighs. The heat of his erection bumped against Mason's. He glanced down and drank in the sight of their fully engorged cocks flexing and sliding over each other's sensitive flesh. Mason's mouth watered as he remembered the taste of what had to be at least nine inches of cock with a two-inch-thick crown demanding passage down his throat. He groaned and rocked into Evin. Pressed together, Mason could almost feel the blood surging through both their cocks, pulsing with the need and lust that were thundering forces inside their veins.
Evin's strong hands gripped Mason by the arms and moved him to the side. He kicked his shorts the rest way off his feet, then turned and hopped on the table.
"I need to be inside you. Can't wait." Evin reached out his hand to Mason. "Ride me. Let me watch while you take me."
Mason's balls tightened at the mere thought of taking Evin that deep. Christ. He'd never done it that way. Evin lowered his back onto the table. His shaft stood rigid, extending from his groin like a wicked tool of pleasure. Mason couldn't drag his gaze away. Fuck, that was a lot of cock. His ass clenched in eager anticipation.
He slid his palm into Evin's and wrapped his other hand around his own erection. Mason worked his fist over his length, enjoying the feel of the tight friction as he neared his lover. Evin yanked, pulling Mason down, and their mouths collided. Mason's head spun. He released his shaft and buried his fingers once more into Evin's hair, needing something to hold on to. Evin's tongue thrust into Mason's mouth, hot, spicy, and mimicking the action both men craved, the lust they both needed fulfilled. Mason moaned and sucked, wanting more. More of Evin's flavor. More of the man himself. As if sensing exactly what he needed, Evin obliged. He pulled Mason up onto the table and placed him over his chest. The wood beneath them creaked and complained under the strain of their combined weight. Their hips rocked, hands roamed, and teeth nipped each other's naked flesh.
Nearly drunk with desire, Mason pushed away from Evin's lips and slid lower. Evin tossed his head back and groaned.
"Take me," he rasped, bringing his head forward and locking his gaze with Mason's. "Take what you need."
The table was just wide enough for Mason to straddle Evin's hips and still have room on either side to place his knees. Mason reached low and positioned the head of Evin's cock at his entrance. Fuck, Evin felt so damn large against his opening at this angle. Fortunately he hadn't been back long enough to shower after their earlier encounter, making the need to stop and search for lube unnecessary.
"Wait. No condom." Mason glanced up at Evin.
"No need. Not since I..." Evin shook his head. "I swear I’m clean. Nothing between us. No more barriers." Evin cracked a small smile. "No more hiding. Tonight I want to feel all of you, because I plan to give you all of me."
Mason pressed down against the large crown of Evin's erection and pulled his hand away from the shaft. The thick girth penetrated the ring of his back door, and his thighs trembled. On a deep inhale, he bore down, taking it all.
"Oh God," he gasped as the hard length of Evin's cock passed over the ultrasensitive tissue inside. The sensation arrowed through his balls, boiling the cum inside.
Evin's warm palm gripped his shaft in a tight embrace. The sudden halt of his pending orgasm had his head snapping forward.
"Damn," Mason groaned and dropped his palms onto Evin's chest. "Oh fuck. You feel so damn deep."
Coarse palms glided over and up his arm. "Beautiful." Evin's deep and raspy voice skated over Mason's skin, raising gooseflesh in its wake. "God, you're so beautiful."
Mason closed his eyes. The things Evin said, the way he said them... He made Mason believe they were true.
Evin stirred beneath him, and his hard cock flexed inside. Mason couldn't contain the moan that rolled from his chest.
"Got to move, baby," Evin groaned. "'Cause God, I have to fuck you."
Mason lifted his hips, allowing a few inches to slide free, stroking the heightened nerve endings inside in the process.
"Oh fuck." Mason shook his head. "I won't last." He sucked in a steadying breath through his nostrils before plunging back down.
"Yes," Evin hissed. "That's it." He reached out, and Mason watched as he closed his fist over Mason's cock and began a gentle pump.
"So good," Mason groaned.
Again and again, Mason rose and fell, meeting the upward thrusts of Evin's hips with each downward stroke. The new angle took Evin's cock deeper than he'd ever imagined, hitting the sweet spot just inside with every stroke. Combined with Evin's relentless efforts along his shaft, it was more than he could take.
"Oh God." Mason cried out between hard pants for air. "Can't hold back... I've got to..."
"Come for me, Brown Eyes," Evin growled, increasing the speed of his strokes inside and out. "Give it to me."
A sizzle of lightning, originating at the base of his spine, arced and then raced through his balls and out the end of his cock.
"Yes!" Mason's back arched as his cum jetted from his shaft in wave after wave of ecstasy. "Fuck. Evin!" White dots whirled before his eyes, spinning out of control along with the room behind them. On and on, Evin milked the pleasure from Mason's cock with his hand and with the rigid shaft that pounded his ass.
With every last drop drained from his balls, Mason's head lolled forward while he braced his upper body, his palms resting on his lover's chest. The pace of Evin's hips slowed. Mason watched as his lover released his grip on Mason's cock and took his cum-slickened fingers to his mouth. Mason heart bounded. Evin's lips parted, and with a look that said fucking delicious, he licked each digit clean.
"You are so wicked," Mason said, his voice hoarse.
"I could come from the taste of you alone." Evin's eyes narrowed, and he sucked the last drop of spunk from the tip of one finger.
Still burrowed deep inside, Evin came forward and wrapped his arms around Mason. Their lips sealed together in a heated lock of teeth and tongue. The salty flavor of his orgasm lingered on Evin's tongue, but the memory of the expression on Evin's face as he experienced his taste for the first time made the whole damn kiss that much hotter.
Their mouths parted on a gasp. "To bed," Evin whispered. "I need to fuck you now."
"I do love it when you talk like that." Mason gave a lopsided grin.
"Does it get you hot?" Evin tossed him a sly grin in return.
"You know it."
"Good. Then I plan to talk about fucking you a lot."
"Mmm... I like that idea."
They made quick work of coming apart and hauled ass to the bedroom. Mason dived onto the mattress and then flipped onto his back. Seconds later, Evin's long, muscular frame covered him, positioned between Ma
son's thighs. Without hesitation, Evin slammed home, his balls slapping Mason's ass.
"Holy shit!" Mason arched, grabbed the wrought-iron rails above his head, and wrapped his legs around his lover's hips.
Evin froze. "You okay? Did I hurt you?"
Mason released a moan and locked his gaze with Evin's. "Hell no." He shook his head.
"You like it rough, don't you?" Evin leaned in and brushed his lips over Mason's. His cock slid from Mason's ass, then with a flex of his hips, thrust deep once more, forcing a groan from Mason's throat.
"Yes," Mason bit out through clenched teeth. "Now fuck me—hard. I need this." He needed one more taste of the pleasure-pain Evin could bring. A physical reminder of what they'd shared for the past three days—that it had been real.
The bed rocked and the metal railings clanked with each pounding of Evin's cock into his ass. God. The man could fuck like an animal. He might have laughed at the pun if it weren't for the exquisite sensations coursing through his body and fogging his mind.
Evin tackled his mouth with a ruthless kiss, taking, demanding everything that he could give. And it was luscious. His head swam and his chest burned with the need for air. But damn if he wanted to stop just to breathe. His skin tingled. His cock, rock hard again, pulsed against his abs. Evin pulled back.
"Don't stop," he gasped. "Too good."
"Never, baby." Evin's lips grazed Mason's neck.
He licked a path down Mason's throat, creating gooseflesh across his skin. Mason moaned and tossed his head to the side, giving him more room. Over the angle of his lover's shoulder, Mason watched Evin's bare ass lift and bunch as he thrust into his. The sight had the cum in his balls threatening to erupt.
Suddenly Evin tensed, drove deep, and clamped on to the site of his previous bite right before sucking hard. Blood shot straight to Mason's head, hot and pulsing.
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