Jacks, Marcy - Eli's Reluctant Mate [DeWitt's Pack 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (15 page)

James, knowing what he was avoiding, ordered the omegas to clean up the mess and bring Eli a pair of jeans he could wear.

He didn’t want to stay here. Just the fact that he’d come back without Chris, and everyone who looked at him knew why, drove him insane.

So he left.

He expected an argument or a warning about avoiding the bars, but James never said a word. The alpha put his hand on Eli’s shoulder, squeezed, and then wordlessly let him go.

Eli’s mission was simple. He was going to find one of the many wild werewolves roaming around the woods, and he was going to pick a fight with him. He would do it again and again if he had to, until one of them finally managed to kill Eli in retaliation.

Revenge couldn’t even be his, so he would take out his frustrations and end his own existence, joining Chris with Romulus and Remus, all in one shot.

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It was actually very perfect.

The first wolf was easy to find. The mindless fight they had all gotten into, eating one of their own  allies, had brought out more of the animal than the man in all of them. They would be stuck in that state for some time to come, and they would be sticking around DeWitt’s pack land, still mourning the loss of creature they had fought so hard for a piece of.

Eli kicked off his jeans, shifted, and charged. The idiot never knew what hit him, even though Eli was still healing from the attack in his bedroom, and the scent of his blood should have been a

giveaway. It was too easy, and Eli had his neck twisted around before  the other wolf was able to do more scratch him across the nose, and it

wasn’t even a good scratch at that.

He would have to give them more of a warning the next time.

He did. The next wolf bit down on his ear and clawed his chest

before he was  down for good.

The third wolf winded Eli more than hurt him, and Eli killed him

with little trouble at all.

Why were these wolves so easy to kill? Even as Eli gave them chances to fight back, he still put them down with minimal effort.

Maybe it was the adrenaline inside of him. Maybe he just wanted to kill the werewolves responsible for Chris’s death a whole lot more than he wanted to die.

For now at least.

Eli was tired, hot with sweat, and he needed something cold to drink more than anything. He shifted back into a man and let himself fall back against the base of a tree.

He chuckled to himself. Maybe he could just sit here and waste away. He could die of thirst, and the effect would be just as good as the one he’d been after to begin with. Death.

He even  thought he heard Chris calling his name a couple of times during his fights. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. Unless  Chris had decided he was going to haunt Eli for his own part in

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Chris’s murder.

It would certainly serve him right.

Maybe he did die. He wasn’t sure, but there was a period there where everything seemed like a hallucination, reminding him of the first time he’d ever gotten drunk or tried smoking the green leaf.

Another wolf entered his hallucination. It growled at him, and Eli

grunted back.

Could it be the spirit of Romulus or Remus, here to punish him for  not protecting his mate? Or was it a wild wolf out to avenge his  friends? Not likely. Wild wolves weren’t known to have much pack  loyalty, if any at all.

This one had probably scented the blood and was just looking for  a fight.

The wolf barked at him, and Eli blinked dreamily at it, coming  fully awake. Not a ghost, this was an actual werewolf.

It came closer, and Eli didn’t move.

The face of the smaller wolf shifted from angry and defensive to a cautious curiosity as it approached.

Not an alpha then. An alpha would have come to Eli as though he were its own personal meal. The size of the wolf also suggested that this was an omega.

Strange. Omega werewolves didn’t usually survive after going wild. Who was this?

The wolf came way too close, getting all up in Eli’s personal space, and he pushed the head of the animal away when it dipped its head to sniff at his crotch.

“Do you mind?” Eli snapped.

That light brown head came up, ears pulled back, the eyes both

offended and hurt.

The eyes were what made Eli sit up straight, despite the searing pain in his back. He grabbed the wolf by the scruff and pulled it closer until they were nose to nose. Eli’s vision was still hazy, and though he couldn’t blink it away, no matter how much he tried, there was no

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mistaking the color of those eyes.

“One dark brown, the other blue.” Eli barely dared to hope.

“Chris?”

The wolf twitched his tail and licked Eli across the nose. Eli

laughed and sobbed at the same time, throwing his arms around the  hairy shoulders of the wolf lest he disappear on him.

Eli’s chest hurt as he wept. He couldn’t seem to properly catch a  breath as his happiness consumed every part of him, even his lungs,  leaving little room for air.

He ran his fingers through the coarse wolf fur of Chris’s hair,  kissed his perfect ears and the top of his head.

Chris wagged his tail like a puppy who had found his master, and  he knocked Eli onto the ground, licking his face and neck.

Eli finally caught  his breath and managed to laugh. He grabbed  the fur around Chris’s neck and yanked the new wolf off of him.  Chris’s mouth was open, tongue lolling in a dog smile.

“Can you understand me?” Eli asked. It was common that a first  transformation put the werewolf in more of an animal state of mind,  rather than human, but Chris yipped at him.

That could mean anything.

Eli looked him in the eyes and concentrated. He needed to  communicate with Chris, get him out of this form.
 
Do you understand  me?
 
he asked again, using the link that all mated werewolves had.

Chris’s ears perked, and he cocked his head to the side, as though  attempting to understand what that sound had been inside his head.

Then his body shifted.

He was changing back. Eli held on to him tightly as Chris whined  and lay down on soft grass. The shift went through him relatively  quickly. After twenty seconds all his fur had either been shed  completely off or had shrunk back under the pores of his skin.

Eli touched that skin. It was warm now and tanned a healthy

colour from both sunlight and health.

Chris blinked his multicolored eyes and looked up at him, and Eli

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wanted to weep all over again.

Chris touched his face, and Eli’s jaw trembled.

“Don’t cry,” he said.

Eli wanted to laugh. “
Don’t cry
, he says. After my mate dies and

is brought back to life, how can I not cry?”

Chris kissed him, and Eli tasted the tears from both of them. He

pulled Chris onto his lap and plundered his mouth, thrusting his  tongue, tasting him, touching him, assuring himself that this was real  and that Chris wasn’t about to vanish on him.

Eli had to force himself to pull away. “You are real? We’re not

both dead and in the other life?”

“As far as I know, no.” Chris grabbed Eli by the ears and pulled  their mouths together again.

Eli couldn’t help himself. They weren’t so much kissing as they  were claiming each other, and his body reacted. So did Chris’s.

He was about to push Chris off of him. His mate had just come  back from the dead, and considering the shape Eli was in, this was not  the ideal place for them to celebrate.

Chris felt his erection, however, and started grinding his hips in a  circular motion, brushing their cocks together.

Eli groaned, and pathetically enough, he came, splashing his  warm fluids onto both of their stomachs.

“Shit!” Eli cursed, wiping away his cum from where it had landed  just a little too close to Chris’s healing wounds. There was always  something erotic about having his cum on the skin of a lover, it was  another way of claiming that person, but Eli didn’t want to do it at the  risk of infecting Chris’s scratches.

Chris hardly paid him any mind as he continued humping Eli like  he was in heat. He grabbed Eli by the hand and lowered his palm to  his cock.

Eli took the hint and stroked him. Chris had never been this hard

for him, and Eli felt the veins bulging in the other man’s prick.

“Come for me, baby, mark me as yours.”

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Chris’s movements sped up. He wrapped his arms around Eli’s shoulders and thrust against his hand faster. His eyes squeezed shut, and he moaned in short bursts.

Just those sounds were enough to fill Eli’s prick once more, and the jerky movements of Chris’s hips brought jolts of pleasure that made his balls tight.

“Fuck! Ugh, fuck me, Eli!”

Chris came as he said it, his body going slack over Eli’s shoulder, but his erection didn’t dwindle, and Eli didn’t need to be told twice.

He pushed Chris down on his back, and Chris opened for him.

Love you so much
, was said through their link. Eli didn’t know which of them had said it.

Their mouths met, and Eli continued thrusting against his lover, humping him, grinding their cocks together for more of that shivery pleasure that produced the sighs and gasps that Eli loved to hear.

Chris ran his  fingernails down Eli’s back, and he groaned.

“Eli, I’m coming again,” Chris gasped. “Fuck me now. I need you right now.”

Eli wanted to laugh. Chris didn’t yet realize that as a werewolf, he would be able to go for another ten rounds if he really put his mind to it. Just because Eli made him come one more time didn’t mean that he

wouldn’t be able to go one once more.

He decided he wouldn’t be a tease about it. Besides, Eli was still

filthy as hell, and he didn’t want to risk that any minute now Chris  could come out of his lust-induced haze and take note of that, then

press the pause button on their actions until Eli received some

treatment.

Not going to happen.

Eli stuck his fingers in his mouth, wetting them, and then brought down his index finger on Chris’s pucker.

“Don’t make it hurt.”

Eli paused, his heart breaking for the other man. “It will a little, but you’re a wolf now. I promise it’ll only burn a little and that’ll be

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it.”

If Eli had his way, it wouldn’t hurt at all. The heaviness in Chris’s cock and balls was a testament to how horny he was. Hopefully that would be more than enough to get him through the worst of it.

Eli prepared him, as slowly as he was able, yet still quickly, as the urge to be inside of Chris was driving him insane. He actually started to sweat again.

Eli wouldn’t enter him yet, not until he found what he was looking for. He hooked his fingers inside of Chris’s asshole, searching, searching.

Chris had a deep look of concentration on his face until his eyes popped open wide.

“There  it is,” Eli said, nudging the little nub with his fingertips again, and then not moving his fingers away from that spot.

Chris opened his mouth and cried out, his cock emptying onto his stomach. He gripped his hair and wiped his face as the orgasm seemed to go on and on.

“OhmyGodrightthereEli!”

Eli had no idea what Chris had just said, but he smiled over it anyway as he wiped the white cum off of Chris’s chest with his free hand and then wiped his hand onto the grass.

Eli kept right on playing with that spot, and Chris continued to moan as his cock filled again. Chris reached down and started to pump himself, using his own ejaculate as lubrication, and Eli decided he was ready.

When he pulled his fingers out, Chris wailed in disappointment.

“I’m not leaving  you hanging, baby, don’t you worry.”

Eli held his prick by the base, and then lined up the head with  Chris’s pink pucker.

“Push out,” Eli said through gritting teeth as he slowly, teasingly, pressed himself inside.

He was tight, and it was nearly difficult to sheath himself fully, but he did it. Chris pressed his teeth together then sighed as Eli’s cock

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brushed up against his prostate.

They fucked each other hard. Eli reached down and gripped  Chris’s dick, stroking him in an off rhythm to his thrusting, but he  couldn’t help it. He could hardly think about anything other than how  mind numbingly good it felt to finally be inside of his lover.