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Now Lance was undoing the buttons of his shirt. Markus  wondered if he realized what he was doing.

Getting undressed in front of him was a surefire way to get thrown  down on the bed and put on his stomach.

Then he realized that Lance was still talking to him. “Oh, right.  Yeah, learning stuff is always…good.”

Lance laughed, and then he leaned back on his hands. The plaid  button-down he wore was already entirely unbuttoned, and it hung  beautifully over his shoulders.

Lance did not have the sort of muscles that most of the alphas in  Markus’s pack did, but his lean body did suggest he was athletic at  the least. Maybe he was a runner? That kind of body had to come  from more than just hiking.

“You can come here, y’know,” Lance said. His eyes were hungry  as they flickered up and down Markus’s body.

Markus went to him. Lance put his hands on Markus’s hips,  drawing him even closer. “I had a real good time.”

“Well, you said you wanted to go, and I just wanted to make sure  you stayed safe.”

Lance was still smiling at him. “And keep an eye on me.”

Markus tensed up. Shit, had he figured it out? Did he know that  Markus’s interest in Lance’s activities weren’t what he claimed them

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to be?

“We were a one-night stand yesterday, and today we were hiking  through all your best trails together, talking. You took me out on a  date, and now we’re alone back here.”

Markus exhaled. The flood of relief was almost too much for him.

He smiled back, letting his hands come down on the smooth skin of

Lance’s neck. “Got me,” he said.

Markus couldn’t resist letting his palms trail over that warm skin, beneath the opened collar of his shirt, and over Lance’s shoulders. He pushed the thing off of him.

“I’d like to keep showing you around, while you’re still in town that is.”

For the first time, Lance’s blue eyes flickered with a little uncertainty beneath those glasses of his. Then his confidence returned. “I’d like that, too.”

Lance leaned back, and he pulled Markus down on top of him.  They came together in a soft kiss. It was slow and long, and when  Markus pushed his tongue against Lance’s lips, the other man opened for him.

There were few things in the world Markus enjoyed more than a long, luxurious openmouthed kiss. At the moment he couldn’t think of any of them.

As he shifted his hips, humping against Lance’s crotch and producing moans from the both of them, there was one thing he understood.

Lance still thought this was a temporary arrangement. He wanted  Markus, and was willing to have him, but he was expecting this to end sometime in the near future.

Not if he had anything to say about it.
 
If you love him, let him go, if he returns, it was meant to be.

Markus had heard that somewhere before. Maybe from the pack’s wise woman, he wasn’t sure. All he knew about it was that it was a

load of bullshit. He’d made up his mind. He wasn’t letting Lance go

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anywhere, and if the man got stubborn and tried, Markus was just  going to have to bring him back before he could get very far.

Lance was Markus’s mate, and he was Lance’s. They belonged  together.

Lance moaned, and his fingers were no longer gripping Markus’s  shoulders. Now they were wiggling between them as he tried to get  hold of Markus’s fly.

Even as he fumbled with the button and zipper, using only one  hand, Lance took his free one and started palming Markus’s crotch.

“Hard for me?” Lance asked, gripping ever so gently but tight  enough that it nearly had Markus’s arms buckling.

He groaned, letting his face fall against the bedsheets beneath  them. “Yeah,” he said. His voice was rough. “I’m gonna fuck you so  hard. I’m gonna put you on your back, and on your stomach, and then  on your knees.”

Lance moaned at all the promises Markus was making to him. His  blue eyes were suddenly cloudy with lust, and he finally managed to  get the button loose and zipper down. He started shoving away  Markus’s pants with real zeal.

“Fuck me then. Put me on my knees and fuck me.”

He’s mine
.

He pulled off the other man just enough to kick away his jeans.  With his body free, Lance shoved down his pants and boxers, and aside from his socks, he was now entirely naked.

Markus grabbed him and turned him over quickly before he could reach down and take those off, too. He kind of liked the idea of

fucking Lance while he was still partly clothed.

He left his fingertips trail around the little pucker of Lance’s  asshole. “You know, before I met you, I wouldn’t have thought that I  had a fetish for glasses.”

Lance laughed. “You’re the first to say that to me.”

He would be the only one to say it to him as well, if Markus had  his way.

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Markus didn’t want to have to wait for any lubrication. He didn’t want to get off this bed to go into the bathroom and get anything that could be used as a substitute either like they had done the last time.

He spat into his hand and stroked himself, and because he couldn’t resist, he bent down and placed a kiss over Lance’s stretched pucker.

Goose bumps came in a prickling wave all over Lance’s skin.  Markus could hear the sudden rush in pumping blood beneath his skin, and Lance keened loudly.

“Oh fuck! Do that! Keep doing that!”

When Lance humped back against Markus’s mouth, he did his best to accommodate his lover. Markus was still hard and throbbing, but this held just as much appeal as actually being inside of his mate.  He would make Lance want him so much that he would never want to

leave. He was going to lick and suckle him until he begged to be

fucked.

More so than he already had, that is.

Markus had to grab hold of his hips to stop him from moving so much. He couldn’t keep Lance absolutely still, but at least this way he was able to better control him so that Markus could perform better.  With a target that wasn’t moving around so much, he was able to reach his tongue out and push it inside Lance’s asshole.

Lance bucked, and then it got to be really difficult to keep him steady.

Damn, and Markus had werewolf strength on his side. This shouldn’t be that hard for him.

The next thing to leave Lance’s mouth was just a string of curses spoken so quickly they almost didn’t make any sense.  “OhfuckohChristfuckmetouchmeplease!”

That was it. That was the sign that Markus had been waiting for.  Lance wanted to be fucked so hard right now. He was going to be in love with Markus by the time he finished with the man.

He pulled his mouth away. Lance pulled the lube bottle he'd

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bought the other day and practically shoved it into his hands. Markus  made quick work of it and took his heavy prick in hand, lining up the  head with Lance’s trembling hole, and he sank inside.

It was fast. Lance screamed, his body shaking and bucking the  second Markus was balls-deep within him as he came and came and

came.

Having that pretty pucker squeeze him so tightly while Lance heaved and moved was too much for Markus to bear. He thrust inside

of Lance fast and hard, his orgasm already upon him, until he was

coming inside of his lover with a shout.

And a howl.

He sank down on top of Lance’s back with a heavy sigh as he finished spilling himself deep inside his lover.

That had been great. He really hoped the guys weren’t still outside waiting for him. He didn’t want them to hear him having sex in here, though they’d have to be idiots to not realize that was exactly what he was doing.

The people in the neighboring room could definitely hear what they were up to. The angry pounding against the walls being proof enough of that.

Markus laughed. “Guess they didn’t enjoy it like we did.”

“Get off me.”

Those words, spoken sharply and with such anger, threw Markus for a loop.

He kept right on smiling, thinking that maybe he’d misheard the anger in Lance’s voice, though he still pulled out of him. “What?”

Lance spun around and pushed him hard.

The act, as well as the sheer rage on Lance’s face, stunned him so much that he actually fell backward onto his ass.

“What the hell?” he snapped.

Lance was already picking up his pants and getting them onto his legs, as well as throwing on his button-down plaid, in record time, though in his haste he put it on inside out.

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“Get out, right now, you fucking prick.”

Markus shot to his feet, becoming defensive. “What the hell did I

do?”

Lance reached down and grabbed for Markus’s jeans, and he hurled them at his head with all the force of a major-league pitcher.

Markus just barely managed to catch them before he got hit in the face with them.

Lance was still staring at him with that fury that made his entire body tremble. The worst was the way his eyes shined.

“I know what I do is ridiculous, but I don’t fucking like being made fun of for it or tricked so you can put your dick inside me!”

Then Markus realized what he’d done. He’d howled when he

came.
 
Shit, shit, shit!

“Look, it’s not what you think—”

“Get out of here!”

Lance was shoving him toward the door. When he pushed Markus against the wall and Markus made no move to open the door, Lance punched him.

It hadn’t hurt. Lance clearly hadn’t been in many fights before in his life. The strength of his body was definitely from some cardio thing, if that was the case.

Still, his mate had
 
punched
 
him. He didn’t know what to think

about that.

“Get. Out.” Lance pointed to the door, as though Markus might

not see it.

Markus wanted to defend himself, but they were both too angry, and there was nothing he could say right now that would convince  Lance that he wasn’t making a joke out of a story he’d shared with him from his childhood.

Now was definitely not the right time for him to make a shift either. It was too soon, and in a motel room where there were people who could clearly hear it if Lance screamed, well, the idea was out.

Markus shoved on his jeans and, avoiding Lance’s eyes, opened

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the door and walked out.

He wasn’t two steps away before the door slammed behind him, the lock clicking in place.

Before the motel room had been cut off to him, he caught the heavy scent of salt water in the air.

He looked back toward the door. The parking lot was empty of people, and there was no wind. It was easy for him to hear the crash of Lance knocking over the little table in his anger, as well as the sudden coughs and gasps he made as he cried.

He nearly put his hand back on the door handle, prepared to beg for some kind of understanding through the wood or even break down the door if he had to, but a voice in his head stopped him.

“Leave him alone.”

Markus spun around. A large dark-brown wolf appeared briefly

from within the shrubs of the bushes across the street.

James didn’t fully expose himself, but Markus could see him just fine.
 
“Come home for now. We can talk about what you found out and what happened in there when we get back ”
.

Markus looked back toward the door, longing to open it, so much so that he was leaning against the wood.

“He thinks I was tricking him,”
 
Markus said. How could he leave while his mate thought that Markus was that kind of person?

The large wolf head nodded.
 
“I know, but you can’t convince him otherwise right now. Come home and we’ll discuss how you break the news to him.”

That had Markus’s heart lifting a little. Words like that from his leading alpha could only mean that James had heard enough for himself, as far as Lance’s story went.

They were going to let him in on the secret, and much sooner than  Markus had expected, too.

This was good. The sooner Markus could explain what he was, and let Lance know that he hadn’t been making a joke out of him while he was inside of him, the better.

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Still, it took no small amount of effort for him to walk away from