Jacks, Marcy - The Blind Werewolf Assassin [DeWitt's Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (6 page)

planting a gentle kiss over his belly button.

Only my pride.

“No.”

He felt Nick’s smile against his skin. “Liar. Want me to make it

better?”

Oh, well, in that case.

“Yes.”

* * * *

Nick was a little embarrassed to admit it, but he’d never had

anyone after Adam. There was that long stretch where he was too  miserable and crabby for anyone to even consider him after he’d lost  his sight, the depression that followed, and then the period of intense  training he’d done with Beatrice and Philip to bring himself back to  the warrior he was.

All of that had taken him years, but after, it had been his own choice to be alone. He would rather spend his time hunting than dating. Getting to know someone else’s body through touch alone was just too much to deal with, too intimate a thing for him to share.

He also didn’t want to even think about going for any one-night

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stands. Not with someone he couldn’t see. Which meant that, for the

longest time, his hand had been his only companion.

With Adam, though, even though he was positive this  arrangement was only temporary, Nick could still see him.

Every time he put his hands on the other man, no matter where his  fingers touched, he could see him, just the way Adam had been the  last time Nick had touched him like this. The shape of his stomach  muscles was roughly the same, if only a little bigger, and his cock felt  the same in Nick’s mouth.

Maybe that was why Nick liked getting on his knees for Adam so much. He wanted to feel the man shudder for him just the way he used to before coming into Nick’s mouth. Nick wanted to taste that familiar flavor of him and  wanted to share that with Adam right

before he fucked him.

This time, he was going to fuck him. He'd been prepared for when

Adam followed him out here.

Adam grabbed Nick by the back of the head, the tugging on his hair almost painful as Adam’s legs shuddered, his hips pumping in jerky movements. “I’m gonna come,” he warned.

That was exactly what Nick wanted. He grabbed onto Adam’s hips, not allowing the other man to pull away, and he tightened the inside of his mouth, sucking back harder, and though his tongue, cheeks, and jaw were aching like they hadn’t in ten years, he kept right on going until Adam groaned and spilled himself into Nick’s throat.

Adam hadn’t brought his cane today, though when Nick reached his hand down, he could still feel the cotton bandage wrapped heavily

around his ankle.

Still a little tender then, which explained why Adam had nearly fallen back during Nick’s lesson. Because of that, Nick was careful to not put any of his weight against Adam as he lifted himself to his feet.

Adam eagerly kissed him, and Nick loved the feeling of those arms sliding around his shoulders. He loved this man. If only he

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hadn’t fucked it up so that they had to come together like this. Like  they were hiding from the rest of the world.

Nick enjoyed kissing. It was one of his favorite things. Adam’s  pillow-soft lips were something he’d fantasized about on and off  again ever since they’d parted ways, and now he couldn’t get enough.

“Get on your knees.” Nick growled.

Adam growled back, and Nick relished the opportunity to battle  over who would be topping the other.

And it was a battle. No punches were thrown, no biting and no  scratching, no blood. This wasn’t a war, but enough of a struggle had  to ensue before each of their respective inner alphas was satisfied that  enough of a fight had been put up for dominance.

There were times when Adam won, and then most of the other

times Nick had won. Very few times did they bother to make an adult  decision about it beforehand. It just wasn’t as much fun that way.

Nick won their wrestling match this go around, ducking down and  hooking his arms around Adam’s knees, hauling him off his feet  before slamming him onto his back into the soft moss beneath them.

When he had the other man safely pinned, Nick gently put his  hand to Adam’s throat, feeling the way the other man turned it,  exposing it more to him, offering him the submission that he’d  rightfully won.

“You always were a cheat,” Adam muttered halfheartedly.

“You always were predictable,” Nick countered.

Adam always did leave  his legs open for attack. Nick may or may  not have to let him in on this weakness of his in their next lesson

together. Unfortunately, that would also mean Nick would have to  give up his secret formula for besting him during these private  matches.

Maybe he would just keep this bit to himself.

Once the dominant was decided upon, they both ripped at each other’s clothing, nipping kisses for every article that was removed.  Adam got Nick’s shirt off and tossed it above their heads. Sounded

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like it landed in the bush just to the north of them. Nick would have to  keep track of where everything was. He doubted Adam was doing it.

Adam’s skin was hot, his fingers eagerly tracing around the lines  of scars that Nick had acquired over the years, most of which were  fine  and barely there. It wasn’t often that a hunter could get the jump  on him with any silver-plated weapon, after all.

Then Adam’s hand flattened and slipped under the waist of Nick’s  pants, finding his cock and gripping it, stroking it.

Nick kissed the side  of Adam’s mouth, lifting himself up enough  to reach into his pocket before his pants were tossed aside as well.

The lube was there. Actually, it was a small tube of moisturizer.  Had he known he and Adam would be doing this, he would have  brought the real thing. But he’d tried this brand on his own skin, and  it would serve.

He slathered his fingers, found Adam’s hole, and dipped them in.  Tight. He was nice and tight. Nick doubted Adam had remained as chaste as Nick had, but he hadn’t had anyone in a while. Good.

Adam made little sounds of encouragement, and Nick thrust in a third finger.

“Fuck, that feels nice,” Adam said.

The last time he and Nick were together, Adam had said that he’d missed him. He wondered if he could get Adam to say anything else if he got him wound up enough.

Spreading his legs further apart ever so slightly, Nick took hold of  Adam’s cock and stroked it in time with his thrusting fingers. Adam keened, the same sound Nick remembered that he used to make

whenever Nick touched him like this .

“Oh, God, keep doing that!”

“You like that, baby?” Nick cooed.

“Yes,” Adam hissed, humping into Nick’s hand and fingers.  “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” he begged.

Just the sound of his voice was enough to make Nick’s dick pulse  and swell with need. He wished he could see Adam’s face. Watch as

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his mouth opened and eyes screwed shut as he was pleasured. The  way his body would tighten up as Nick—

“Nick! Stop messing around and do it!” Adam demanded.

Right, back to business. Nick removed his fingers, added a little  more of the moisturizer to his hand, and slathered it onto his cock. He

pumped himself only twice before guiding his prick into Adam’s

asshole.

He was warm and tight, the ring of muscle gripping Nick’s dick just the way he liked and remembered.

He couldn’t help it. He thrust inside as far as he could go, until his balls touched down on Adam’s ass, and then he came inside of him.

Adam held onto him while the spasm rocked his body, and then

his heartbeat slowed back to normal.

“Fuck, sorry,” he said.

“Don’t worry,” Adam said, kissing his mouth, his neck. “Give it a

minute.”

Adam, it seemed, wasn’t up for waiting even that long. His roaming fingers kept on rubbing a sensual trail up and down Nick’s back. Those soft lips of his—were they as pink as he  remembered?—continued kissing and suckling on his neck and shoulder.

Adam reached down between them and grabbed his cock. He played with it, moaning these sweet little sounds that had Nick’s blood pumping before the full minute was up.

Slowly, he began rocking against Adam’s ass, just enough to encourage his cock into a full erection, and soon their bodies were punching together, their breaths coming out laboured, and Adam was fighting back his groans of pleasure into Nick’s ears.

It felt so fucking good, and now that he’d already come once, he was able to go longer this time, jerking his hips sharply, ramming his cock inside of Adam’s body as far as it would go. Adam held him tightly, keeping their bodies as pressed together as possible while they made love.

Nick had wanted this for so long. He couldn’t be bothered with

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keeping quiet. It was too good, too right.

“Wait, stop,” Adam said, touching Nick’s shoulder and shifting

out from under him.

Nick’s heart did a horrific little flip until Adam turned himselfaround, positioning himself onto his knees. “Keep going,” he said.

Nick grabbed him by the hips and did just that. His balls smacked against the flesh of Adam’s thighs and balls as he thrust in and out of him, sending jolts of pleasure up his body.

All he could hear from Adam were the sounds he made as Nick

fucked him. He couldn’t even remember their trysts being this  passionate, this desperate, and soon Nick was moving his hips  impossibly fast just to reach the end.

Then he was there.

He still pumped his  hips as the spams of pleasure raced through him, until he finally collapsed against Adam’s back.

He’d been so caught up in his own pleasure that he couldn’t even tell if Adam had come or not. He reached around and found his

answer, and then stroked his lover until Adam groaned low in his

throat and spurted in Nick’s hand.

Nick could hear Adam’s heartbeat, could hear the way it slowed

down, the way his panting breathing became normal again.

He also heard the deep sniff Adam made, and then scented the salt

in the air.

“Adam?” he asked, easing out of him.

He reached forward, with the hand that was not sticky with  Adam’s release, to touch his face. His fingers had just found  something wet when Adam scrambled away.

Nick couldn’t believe it. “Adam, are you crying?”

“Of course not!” Adam snapped. His footsteps were loud as they  cracked over dry grass and twigs, snatching up his clothing from  where he’d tossed it.

Nick got to his feet and tried to go to him, but Adam kept on

ducking away. “Adam, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?”

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“Just leave me alone,” Adam snapped, his clothes rustling as he

got them on and marched away.

Nick let him go. Adam was no longer his to follow.

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Chapter Six

Adam wondered if Nick had realized what he’d said. If he did, he

was an asshole. If he didn’t, then he was still an asshole.

Nick had come, and then he had to destroy the fun they were  having by telling Adam that he loved him.

That stupid, idiotic prick.

Adam’s response had been to start crying like a little bitch and run  away. He still was trying to figure out why he’d done that.

Nick had told him that he loved him. That had been something  Adam had wanted to hear more than anything else in the entire world.  Christ, he would have given the world just to hear it.

But Nick had been the  one to leave him, not the other way around.  It wasn’t fair for him to come back and say something like that when  they both knew he was going to be leaving for his pack again once  these ridiculous lessons ended.

Adam’s response had been to pretend he’d never heard the declaration at all. Lessons continued as normal. The alphas practiced improving their sense of smell and hearing, touch and taste, without their eyes to aid them.

Sometimes Nick would take away their blindfolds and have them practice without them, and in a strange way, that made the lessons harder.

And after each lesson, Adam and Nick still met up, either in his small cottage or somewhere private in the woods to fight, fuck, and then return to the pack as though nothing were going on between them.

It was driving Adam insane, and he was still reeling from what

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