The KinKaid Wolf Pack Trilogy (20 page)

Mason swallowed hard, his heart clogging his throat. “Damn,” he croaked. “I love you so much. You’re my world. Don’t ever doubt that.” He didn't want his partner to get the impression he wasn't happy living with the pack. But he'd had to see his mother and sister today. Even if from a distance. The urge to do so had been more than he could resist after what had occurred the night before with the Gregorson pack. “I want to share everything with you, Evin. Really, I do. But today...today was something I needed to handle on my own.”

He pulled away from Evin's hold, turned, and walked to the window. The sliver of moon above the trees cast a soft glow across the back deck, but failed to light the dense woods surrounding them. “That's why I'd decided to slip out through the remote gate today. With my being the alpha's mate and given the other pack’s threat, I knew the guards would track my every move. I didn't particularly care to share my destination with them.”

“And where was that, exactly?” Evin's deep voice caressed the back of Mason's neck, lifting every hair on his nape.

“To see my family.”

“What?”

Tension spiked in the air. “They didn't see me,” he added in an attempt to calm his mate. “I just wanted to know if they were okay. Mainly my sister and mother. I knew the odds of catching a glimpse of my dad outside of the office would have been a long shot.” Mason turned toward his partner. “I don't know where the unrelenting urge came from. Call it homesickness. Needing closure. Who knows? But I just had to see them one more time.”

Evin stroked the side of Mason's face with his fingertips, concern overriding the anxiety in his blue depths. “And were they well?”

“Yeah.” Mason nodded. “My sister looked happy, and my mom seemed okay. It felt good to see their faces.”

“I'm glad.” Evin dropped his hand, backed away, and his gaze darkened. “But if you ever pull a stunt like that again... Why didn't you call me when you were on your way home?”

Mason pulled his cell from his pocket and wiggled it in the air, the display dark. “Battery's dead,” he said with a cringe. “You know how bad I suck at remembering to charge the damn thing. And I left my car charger in the Chevelle the last time I drove it.”

“Dammit, Brown Eyes.” Evin ran his hand through his hair and whirled, putting his back to Mason. “I was ready to kill one of those men. I
knew
someone in the Gregorson pack had you. It was the only logical explanation for your disappearance.”

“I'm so sorry. I just didn't know how to tell you about this when you were dealing with so much.” Mason edged closer to his mate. “How can I make this up to you?”

Evin froze.

He snapped his head in Mason's direction, lifting one eyebrow. “Never.”

His voice lowered, sending a chill up Mason's spine. “Ever.”

Then he was moving—like a predator slinking toward his prey. He closed the few inches separating them, bringing them chest to chest. “Keep anything from me again or leave without making sure I know where you are.”

God, Mason loved it when his lover went all Dom. He couldn't help the slight grin he knew curled one corner of his mouth with the words that were about to fall from his lips.

“Make me.”

A low growl vibrated off Evin's chest.

Shit.
Excitement raced through Mason's veins.

Evin lunged.

Mason ducked.

And shifted.

The
pop
of threads and ripping seams filled the space around them. Mason dropped to all fours and dashed from the room, Evin hot on his heels. The heavy
thump
of eight padded feet scrambling across wood floors and toward the screened back door reverberated off the walls. Mason leaped, tore through the covering of the lower half of the door, and bound straight for the grass.

Cool night air filled his lungs, and the thrill of the chase surged him forward. Pushed him harder. And he knew Evin loved it as much as he did.

Back and forth they darted between the moss-covered trees for what had to be a mile. Suddenly, a large fallen tree loomed in front of Mason, blocking his path. He jumped, jerked right, then doubled back. Evin came out of nowhere, having anticipated his move. But Mason's momentum proved too much to reel in, and he slammed into his mate, knocking them both to the ground.

Air sawed through their muzzles filling his ears. Mason surged to his feet and shot in the direction of the cabin. He glanced back. Oh yeah, Evin was up and coming for him. His pulse raced.

By the time their home came into view every muscle burned. The garage’s rear door stood open, and Mason hauled his ass inside.
Damn.
He'd forgotten he'd closed the main door to the house when he'd parked his Bimmer. He scurried toward the left and the far end of the building, gravel scattering under his large paws. A low rumble resonated from the other side of the vehicle. A tremble of anticipation rolled through Mason's limbs. Evin had him cornered.

And his mate knew it.

“Are you ready for me, Brown Eyes? There's no way out. Except for when I'm done with you and decide to let you go.”

Mason closed his eyes and allowed his human form to overtake him, matching the shape his mate had already assumed. Crouched, Mason peered around the hood of his BMW, searching for a glimpse of his partner.

“Let me go?” Mason grinned. “And here I thought that was the last thing you wanted to do.”

“You're absolutely right.” Evin's deep voice sounded. But this time, he was right behind him.

“Damn!” Mason jerked forward, but he wasn't fast enough. Evin seized his arms and hauled him in reverse. One of his hands clamped Mason's wrists behind his back, and his cock surged to a rock-hard state.

“Got you, baby,” Evin whispered at his ear.

“Yes. You definitely do.” Mason managed to force out through a series of hard pants. His head swam, and he staggered. Probably due to rapid blood loss, since all of it had gone straight to his dick, based on how much it now throbbed.

Evin steered him forward and around the hood of the car. He pressed his torso over onto the metal, his hard cock pressed downward between his legs. The car’s engine hadn’t cooled down yet after his long drive back from Seattle, and the hood warmed his chest.

“Don't move,” Evin commanded, followed by the sound of thick tape tearing behind him.

“Duct tape?”

“That's right,” he said and circled Mason's wrists with the material, binding them tight. “You were bad tonight, Brown Eyes—keeping stuff from me, disappearing, then running... I think it's about damn time I spanked this fine ass of yours.” Evin's wide palm glided over Mason’s butt cheek, and it was all he could do not to squirm and press into the sensation. “Don't you?”

“Yeah,” Mason groaned. “I was
so
bad.” He turned his head and glanced at his mate. “I think you should teach me a lesson.” Mason’s gaze fell to Evin's erection. His mate’s shaft stood at full attention, thick, flushed, precum already beading at the slit. Mason squirmed and licked his lips at the sight.

Before Mason could take his next breath, a smack landed across his rear end. Heat raced up his spine, forcing a gasp into his lungs. Mason moaned and tucked his chin, bracing for another.
Whack!
Evin's palm landed once more—then again—repeating the process on the left, then right cheek.

“Shit!” Mason cried out. “Evin...” His bottom was on fire, and he'd never been hotter in his life. “Fuck me already.” Mason spread his legs wide in invitation. “Please.”

“Not yet, baby,” he said, but Mason could have sworn he'd heard a low groan roll from Evin right before a light
smack
stung his shaft and balls.

“Oh God.” His scrotum drew tight, and his cock threatened to blow. “Can't take any more,” Mason mumbled into the car's hood and shook his head. “Evin... I'll come.”

“Turn around.” Evin grasped his shoulder and guided him till they faced each other. He reached low and grabbed Mason by the ankles. “Up on the hood.” Evin lifted Mason’s legs, and Mason scooted his bottom onto the metal. With his wrists still bound, all Mason could do was balance himself with his fingers as Evin proceeded to help him in performing a three-sixty. With Mason's feet now resting at the top of the hood near the windshield, Evin moved in behind him. “Lie back,” he ordered. “It's my turn.”

Mason did as instructed, and his mouth watered in anticipation. Oh yeah, he could almost taste the salty, wild flavor of his mate's cock. Mason’s head hung low off the hood, and he drank in the heady site of Evin's shaft flexing in front of him.

“You want it, baby?” Evin growled and stroked his thumb once across Mason's lower lip.

Mason licked at the tingle he'd left behind. “Give it to me,” he breathed.

Evin wrapped his fingers around his length and placed the thick head at Mason's mouth. “Lick it.”

A large bead of precum had welled at the end of his lover’s crown. Mason reached out with his tongue, curled the tip, and dragged it through the slit. Evin hissed.

“Yes... Fuck. Open.” Evin nudged Mason’s lips with his rod, and Mason stretched his jaw wide, allowing Evin's cock to slide deep.

“That's it,” he groaned. “Take it, baby.”

The shaft rammed the back of his throat, and Mason swallowed, working the muscles along the other man's length.

“So. Damn. Good,” Evin moaned and pulled out slightly before pistoning inside once more.
Yes.
And it was good. Mason loved everything about Evin. Loved his taste, his scent—loved him.

In and out, Evin pumped his cock into Mason's waiting mouth. He couldn't see his mate's face from the angle he lay in, but the ragged sound of his breathing told him it wouldn't be much longer. Mason tightened his lips around mate’s girth, and each time Evin withdrew, he sucked hard on the shaft's crown. God, he wished his hands were free so he could sink his fingertips into Evin's ass cheeks. Feel his muscles tighten under his palms right before he blew.

“Enough,” Evin cried out and jerked back. “Want inside you.”

Christ. Yes. Even better.

Evin grabbed Mason's shoulders and assisted him into a sitting position. The next thing he knew, Evin had the duct tape shredded from his wrists, and a few hairs along with it.

“Ouch!” He snatched his arms in front and rubbed at the lingering sting.

“Sorry about that.” Evin's lips trailed along his neck. “I’m a bit eager, and I'm sure that didn't feel good.”

Mason reached up, sank his fingers into Evin's hair, and pulled his mouth to his before whispering, “No. But you feel so much better, and it kind of makes up for it.” Evin slammed his lips onto Mason's. Damn, he’d never tired of kissing Evin.

“Need you,” Evin mumbled and pulled Mason around until he slid from the hood. Once his feet hit the ground, he pivoted and leaned over the car once more. Evin spread Mason's cheeks, and the warmth of his breath skated over his opening. Mason shivered. His lover’s tongue, slick and hot, grazed the tight ring, wetting the surface before probing inside.

“God, Evin...” Mason couldn't hold in the groan bubbling up from his throat.

The broad head of Evin's shaft pressed at Mason's back door, followed by the weight of his partner's chest over his back. “Want you so much. Let me in, Brown Eyes.”

“Want you...too.” Mason bore down, opening himself to his mate. “Love you.”

On a low growl, Evin shoved his hips forward and seated his cock to the hilt. Mason cried out.
So damn full.
Evin circled his arms around him and pulled Mason against his chest.

“Love you too,” he whispered in his ear, his voice hoarse.

“Fuck me.” Mason reached up and behind, fisting a handful of his lover's hair. “Mark me. Make me never forget who and where I belong.” Not that he ever could. Evin was the other half of his soul.

A howl tore from his mate's chest, and he thrust his cock deep. Pleasure arrowed up Mason's spine, and he tossed his head back onto Evin. Sharp incisors pierced his shoulder, forcing a gasp from throat. Mason's spine arched, and he clamped onto the hard feel of his lover’s shaft shuttling in and out of him, but Evin held him tight.
Oh fuck.
Cum jetted from the end of his cock in wave after wave, the force of his orgasm knocking the strength from his legs.

Evin slammed his hips into Mason’s once more, stiffened, and yanked his teeth from Mason’s flesh. A loud roar echoed off the garage walls and Evin’s hot seed pumped into him.

A few moments later, Evin slipped free. Mason slowly turned in his arms. The passion—the love staring back at him from his mate’s blue gaze—nearly took him to his knees. Evin cupped his face and dipped his head until his forehead touched Mason's.

“Mine,” he breathed.

“Yours. Always, my love.”

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opyright © 2013 Jessica Lee

Edited by: Andrea Grimm

Cover art by: Mina Carter

Published by Jessica Lee

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his is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are all fictitious products of the author’s imagination. They are not real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.