Running his tongue down the length of Steel’s cock and up again, his right hand kept stroking while his left massaged his mate’s balls. Howling moans erupted from Steel’s throat as he feverishly finger-raked his mate’s hair. Tightening his lips around Steel’s tip, Jackson butterflied his tongue into his mate’s slit, scooping up the dripping, slick nectar.
Steel began breathing heavily, his head fell back, but Jackson wasn’t finished. Deep throating Steel’s cock to the hilt in one motion, he then stopped. Steel protested, his hips starting to hump his mate’s face. But Jackson quickly gripped Steel’s hips to immobilize them while slowly sliding his mouth up his mate’s cock.
With Steel’s cock-tip in his mouth, he looked up to see his mate’s eyes half closed. Whimpers and moans streaming from his mate’s throat made Jackson quickly slide Steel’s cock down his throat while one of his fingers searched for the puckered bud waiting to be plucked.
As his tempo of sucking and licking Steel’s cock increased, Jackson’s finger wormed its way up his ass, searching for the magic spot to rocket his lover to the stars. Steel was desperate to come, surrendering to the assault on his senses, when Jackson’s finger finally found its mark.
Roaring out his mate’s name, Steel’s eyes rolled back in his head as his cum squirted deep into Jackson’s throat. Soaring through the stars, one thought kept racing through his mind—when it came to blow jobs, no one ever deep-throated him like Jackson. Back on earth, Steel heard the erratic beating of his heart, wondering if it might explode. Focusing on his mate, he was mesmerized by that wicked pink tongue, eagerly at work cleaning his cock, lapping up the remaining traces of his cum.
No longer willing to wait, he pulled his mate onto his lap, kissing Jackson’s swollen red lips, his tongue gently parting them as it found its way into his mouth. Steel groaned as his tongue sought out and found tasty traces of his essence in his mate’s mouth. Continuing to explore, licking everywhere before he gently ended his kiss, he finally rested his forehead on Jackson’s. “I loved your gift,” he whispered.
“I knew you would,” replied Jackson smugly.
“Oh, you did, did you?” Steel challenged, tickling his mate’s ribs.
“Stop it,” Jackson gasped between bursts of giggles.
Steel’s hand stopped, his hand moving to Jackson’s baby bump. “Okay, I’ll pick it up later when I have you at my mercy,” he leered. “So, aside from the ecstatic pleasure you gave me, what did you need me for?”
“Well, I came to see you about the night of the full moon.”
“Yes-s-s-s?” mumbled Steel, nuzzling his mate’s neck, licking and sucking to mark him.
“Babe, pay attention, the full moon. Remember?”
“What about it?” asked Steel, seemingly lost in his cuddling.
“I wanted to go for a pack run on the full moon. We haven’t done it for a while and I want to explore your land…”
“Our land,” corrected Steel.
“Okay, our land. There’ll only be a few more full moons when I’ll still be able to shift. And I think my brothers really need to let their wolves out and stretch their legs with a good long run as a pack.”
“Okay,” Steel mumbled, while continuing to mark his mate, leaving a trail of hickeys on Jackson’s neck and shoulders.
“Are you listening to me?”
Steel paused, and with a wry smile, looked at his mate. “Yes, you want to go on a full moon pack run because you think it’ll be good for your brothers and you won’t be able to shift in a couple of more months. Did I miss anything?”
Batting Steel’s chest, Jackson grinned. “You think you’re so damned clever, don’t you?”
“If the shoe fits…”
“Enough! Well, what do you think about a pack run?”
“I’m for it. Personally, I can’t wait to see your wolf. So, set it up. I agree—it’ll help settle everyone down,” said Steel, resuming his marking mission.
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Hanging up after talking to Steel, Slate sat looking at the phone. Gods, he hated Josiah already and he didn’t even know him. He felt sorry for a pack that had to follow a sadistic killer. Slate would bet anything—because he knew he would win—Josiah ruled his pack by fear. Well, better just get this over with, thought Slate. Placing the call, he waited for Josiah to pick up.
“Hello, Alpha Silver Point speaking,” Josiah barked, answering on his personal phone.
“Alpha? I’m Slate Valentin, calling you back about your request to waive the requirement of producing a title to the land.”
“Mr. Valentin, thank you for returning my call. Yes, about the waiver—as you know, pack land is usually titled to the Alpha. Since I’m only the brother of the deceased Alpha and not a direct descendant, I’d have to go to court to have the title changed to my name and it would take at least six more months,” said Josiah.
“I don’t see the problem in doing it that way, Alpha.”
