Man to Man [Wolf Creek Pack 3] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (7 page)

“If I wasn’t a gay man before, I’d certainly be one now,” Jim groaned.

Donovan was shocked when Jim looked up at him. His face was filled with just a little wonder, and a whole lot of desire. Jim’s darkly tanned skin was flushed with his hunger. Had a man ever looked more desirable?

“How in the hell have you stayed single?” Jim asked in astonishment. “Are all of the women in your pack blind?”

Donovan chuckled, feeling greatly relieved. “No, I was just never really interested. So, now that we’ve gotten past the nerve-racking show-and-tell part of things, how about we move to the hands-on bit? ’Cause I’d really like to get my hands on your bits.”

Donovan knew his words were cheesy, but he was so nervous his stomach was clenching.

Jim held his hands out to his sides. “Consider me yours.”

Hot damn!

“I do,” Donovan said. He stepped forward and clasped Jim’s body tightly to his, his arms wrapping around Jim’s midriff, his hands exploring the hollows of Jim’s back. Donovan couldn’t contain his small moan as their bodies pushed together.

“It feels right, doesn’t it?” Jim asked, voicing Donovan’s thoughts.

Donovan reached up and cupped the side of Jim’s face to tilt it back, looking down into his deep gray eyes. “Yeah, Jim, it does,” Donovan whispered before he lowered his mouth to Jim’s.

His lips were hard and searching as he explored the recesses of Jim’s mouth, his tongue warring with Jim’s as they both fought to get closer, to feel more, to give into the overwhelming need that they both had.

Donovan turned their bodies and gently eased Jim down onto the bed, following him down to settle his body between Jim’s legs. His breath moved harshly in his chest as he leaned down to lick at Jim’s nipple, his tongue teasing one taut, dark nipple.

He could hear Jim’s soft moan, feel Jim’s hands clench in his hair. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. As he roused Jim’s passion, his own grew stronger. The pleasure filling him radiated outward as he began to press his aching cock against Jim’s, needing the friction.

Donovan’s mouth made a path down Jim’s ribs to his stomach. His tongue dipped in and licked around Jim’s belly button. If the soft whimpers coming from Jim’s throat hadn’t been an indication of his arousal, the hard cock that sprang up before Donovan as he moved lower would have shouted it.

Donovan’s eyes darted up briefly to Jim’s face as he tried to decide where to go from here. The soft glow on Jim’s face, the lower lip caught between his teeth, the half-lidded gray eyes all combined to give Donovan his answer.

Hoping he didn’t make a fool of himself with his inexperience, Donovan lowered his lips to the head of Jim’s cock, licking up the small droplets of pre-cum he found there. Donovan was mildly surprised at the flavor.

He had been prepared for it to be bitter, even repugnant. It wasn’t. Jim tasted sweet and tangy, better even than Donovan had been prepared for. He wanted more. Leaning down, Donovan licked around the head several times before moving down Jim’s thick length.

“Fuck, Donovan,” Jim groaned. “That feels so good.”

Donovan grinned as he moved back to the top of Jim’s cock. He opened his mouth and swallowed as much of Jim’s cock as he could before gagging slightly. He moved back a little, taking just a little of Jim’s cock into his mouth at a time until he felt more comfortable. Then he slowly began to move his mouth up and down Jim’s hard flesh.

His hands explored the hard lines of Jim’s waist, his hips, as he moved. Feeling a movement next to his head, Donovan turned his head to see Jim plant his feet into the mattress beside him before he starting lifting up his hips, pushing himself into Donovan’s mouth.

“Don—Donovan, please,” Jim pleaded as he pulled at Donovan’s hair. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

Donovan reached up and grabbed Jim’s hands and held them down to the mattress. He began to move his mouth quicker, licking and sucking at Jim’s cock as he heard Jim’s whimpers become one long, continuous groan.

“Yesss!” Jim hissed.

One sudden thrust of Jim’s hips, and he exploded into Donovan’s mouth. Donovan swallowed as much as he could as he continued to suck at Jim’s cock. The scent of his mate’s release overwhelmed Donovan.

He needed to be inside of Jim, and now, deep inside of him. With one last lick at Jim’s spent cock, Donovan raised his head and searched around for the lube. A smile wove its way across his face when a hand holding the bottle of lube suddenly appeared in front of him.

Donovan grabbed the lube as he scooted up to his knees between Jim’s legs. He popped the lid open and poured some out on his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the cold liquid up even as he dropped the bottle onto the mattress.

His eyes widened as he looked down at Jim and found him with his legs pulled up to his chest as he bared himself to Donovan. He looked up at Jim, an eyebrow raised.

“I assume you know how to do this part?” Jim asked as he chuckled.

“I think I can figure it out.” Donovan moved his hand down to spread the lube on his fingers around Jim’s sensitive little hole. He stopped instantly, his eyes going up to Jim’s face as he heard a soft moan.

“Don’t stop. Feels good,” Jim whispered back.

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you?” Donovan asked cautiously.

The moment Jim nodded, Donovan returned his attention to the treasure waiting for him. Concerned, he grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted more onto his fingers. As he started to push his finger into Jim, Donovan felt a shiver pass through his body.

In a few minutes, that tight little hole would be wrapped around his cock. Donovan didn’t know if he could wait that long. His balls had already drawn up tight against his body, and he felt so close to a climax that he had to grip his cock at the base to keep from exploding.

Donovan quickly pressed a second finger in and started moving them both around, stretching Jim. His eyes occasionally flickered up to Jim’s face, surprised at the look of intense desire he found there. Was Jim really enjoying this? Would he?

“Jim,” Donovan whispered, “tell me what you’re feeling. Do you like this?” Donovan moved his fingers more, adding another one when Jim seemed to be stretched enough. He was stunned to see Jim’s cock standing at full mast again.

“Does it feel good?” Donovan asked as he moved his fingers faster.

“Oh fuck, Donava—right there. There!” Jim shouted as his head began to thrash about on the pillow. His hands tightened around his legs until his knuckles turned white.

“There?” Donovan asked as he moved his fingers around again.

“Yes!”

Donovan quickly noted where his fingers had been before pulling them free. He poured some more lube on his hands then dropped the bottle onto the bed and spread the liquid on his aching cock.

One hand on Jim’s thigh, Donovan used the other to grab his cock and place it against Jim’s tight entrance. As he began to push into Jim, Donovan’s eyes moved up to meet his, the reality of the moment sinking into him.

For just a moment, time stopped as they shared an intense awareness of each other, of what they were about to do. There was an invisible web building between them, the mating bond. Donovan could feel it, could feel Jim, down to the depths of his soul.

Donovan’s breath was shallow, his senses drugged by Jim’s scent of arousal and contentment as he sank the last inch into Jim’s tight grasp. Donovan was powerless to resist the invitation in Jim’s eyes to claim him.

“Mine,” Donovan said possessively as he began to move, thrusting himself slowly into Jim’s welcoming body. Donovan was completely unprepared for the intensity of the emotions swamping him.

He suddenly knew this was where he was meant to be, and he never wanted to leave. There was no longer any question about accepting Jim. It was now a fact of life, one that only excited Donovan as he foresaw many more nights spent in Jim’s arms.

Jim was his mate.

“Donovan,” Jim whispered softly.

Donovan looked up at Jim, growling low in his throat as he saw Jim look pointedly at him then tilt his head to one side, baring his throat submissively to him. Donovan doubted Jim had a submissive bone in his body, but right now it was exactly what he needed, what he craved.

Donovan leaned down over Jim’s body. He licked at Jim’s lips, kissing him quickly before moving down to lick at the salty skin beneath Jim’s ear. He could feel the rapid thud of Jim’s heartbeat beneath his tongue, the flow of his life’s blood.

“My mate,” Donovan whispered against Jim’s hot skin before sinking his canines deep into that soft flesh. Immediately, Donovan was overwhelmed by the intense taste flowing into his mouth—earth and man and something so honey sweet it made him ache.

Jim’s tight grip on Donovan’s arms mirrored the tight grip his body had on Donovan’s cock. A tingling in Donovan’s spine heralded his imminent release. But, Donovan wanted Jim with him when he came.

Pulling his teeth from Jim’s neck, he licked the small trail of blood there, and then turned his head, baring his own neck to Jim’s questing mouth. A long drawn-out groan broke from Donovan’s lips as Jim claimed him, biting into his neck.

The mating bond between them snapped into place so hard and so fast that Donovan rocked from the force of it. Donovan growled as Jim’s emotions slammed into him. The need in his mate, the ache to belong just to Donovan—it was almost more than Donovan could handle. It paralleled his own need so much that they could have been the same person.

Donovan’s hips moved faster, harder. He grabbed Jim’s hips, sliding his hand down to grip Jim’s ass and pull him closer to him, tilting Jim’s body as he tried to find
that
spot again. When Jim’s head suddenly reared back and he yelled out, Donovan knew he was there.

His heart pounded with an erratic rhythm as he pounded into Jim’s tight ass. Reclaiming Jim’s lips, Donovan crushed Jim to him. His tongue invaded Jim’s mouth even as his cock conquered Jim’s body.

Electricity seemed to arc through Donovan as he surrendered completely to his mate, filling him with his essence. His senses on fire, Donovan distantly acknowledged the cry from beneath him, the feeling of hot liquid across his abdomen as Jim climaxed.

Donovan’s body shuddered as the knot at the end of his cock extended and locked into place inside of his mate’s body. He felt Jim’s inner muscles clamp down on him, almost as if the man didn’t want him to leave, not that that would be an issue with the knot in place. Donovan couldn’t leave Jim’s tight grasp until his body decided to.

Donovan dropped his head down to rest against Jim’s neck. He felt Jim’s hands wrap around him, slowly stroking over his sweat-slickened back. Donovan sighed deeply and let all of his doubts and fears drain away. Jim was his, his mate, his love, his everything.

Whatever problems they had between them paled in comparison to the delight rising inside of him. Nothing was worth giving up this deep feeling of satisfaction, of knowing that there was someone that belonged to just him.

“You okay, baby?”
Jim asked through their mating bond.

Joy bubbled in his laugh at the sound of Jim in his head. Donovan lifted his head to gaze down at his mate.
“No, and I may never be okay again.”
Donovan winked at Jim.
“Thank the gods!”

Jim’s eyes twinkled as he grinned back up at Donovan
. “You should have felt things from my end.”

“Oh? Are you saying that you enjoyed yourself?”

“I’m saying that we definitely need to decide where we’re going to live because now that you belong to me, I refuse to do without this again,” Jim replied out loud.

“Does that mean you’re just after me for my body?” Donovan asked, half joking. As good as it had felt, and it had felt fucking fantastic, Donovan didn’t want this just to be about sex. He ached to build a life with his mate—with lots of good sex thrown in.

“Hell yes, and everything else that goes along with having a mate.” Jim laughed. “That includes you still having to buy me a new shirt. And next time, I get to be on top.”

Donovan pushed himself up onto his arms and rolled to his side, groaning quietly as he pulled from Jim’s body. He settled himself back, leaning on his elbows as he winked down at Jim. “Like riding, do you?”

Jim, in the middle of sitting up, turned swiftly to look back at Donovan, a worried little frown on his face. “Donovan, you don’t—you’re going to—”

“Relax, baby, I was only funning with you. I know this is a give-and-take relationship. I fully expect you’ll fuck me just as much as I fuck you,” Donovan quickly said as he sat up to pat Jim on the back. “Besides, you seemed to enjoy it. I’m hoping I will, too.”

Jim laughed. “Well…”

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up. I’m sure everyone is beginning to wonder where we are by now,” Donovan said as he scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. He reached back and grabbed Jim’s hand and pulled him up into his arms. “But, first, I want another kiss.”

Jim laughed as Donovan came back into the room, a simple blue cotton shirt in his hands. “I thought the plan was for you to buy me another shirt, not get me one of yours.” Although, Jim couldn’t think of anything he’d like more than to wear his mate’s shirt. It smelled just like Donovan.