Jacks, Marcy - The Alpha Wolf Kidnaps a Mate [DeWitt's Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks Read Free Book Online

when they couldn’t, or wouldn’t, transform. The pajama bottoms lay on the rug at the side of Corey’s bed, as though he’d kicked them off in the night. His window was open wide,  the curtains blowing in the gentle wind, and the crescent moon cast just enough of its glow to bathe the room in blue.
    Stop pussyfooting around and do it, DeWitt , James said to himself.  He steeled his shoulders and went in for it, wishing he’d thought to
    give his teeth a quick brush or comb his hair before coming in here.  Too late now. He wasn’t turning back. Why was he so nervous? It  wasn’t like this would be his first time with another man.
    Didn’t mean he was an expert in that field, though.
    Unlike Corey, James was wearing his pajama bottoms. Running around naked outside with his mate was one thing, but Old Maggie shared his house, and he never wanted to run the risk that she might come out of her room for warm milk or whatever and see him in his
    birthday  suit.
    He put the bottle he’d brought with him on the nightstand and  lifted his knee up on the mattress. It dipped slightly under his weight.
    Corey jerked awake instantly, his eyes popping open wide.
    The fact that they were no longer green, but golden with the  telltale black slits of the wolf was something James hadn’t counted  on, and he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing either.
    “What are you doing here?” Corey asked. Wolf eyes he may have,  but it seemed his human mind was still very much in control.

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    Not a good thing then. The eyes likely meant that Corey’s wolf was about to tear itself out instead of being let out. James hoped he had enough time.
    He wanted to be charming and sensitive. “I–I can’t take it anymore,” he said. “I need to fuck you.”
    That wasn’t charming and sensitive. Not in the least.
    He couldn’t help himself. Maybe Corey wasn’t the only one suffering from his own inability to let go.
    James swooped in, his mouth finding Corey’s lips. The man needed a shave, he managed the brain cells to notice, but then he pushed the thought away as he climbed on top of his mate, blood pumping with excitement as he felt Corey’s erection pressing into his
    own.
    Thank God Corey was on the same page as James with this. He stopped his futile self-resistance and kissed James back with as much need and desperation as James felt. Their tongues came together, slick and fast. Their teeth clashed, forcing them to slow down.
    Corey’s one arm went under his arm and around his back, the other wrapping around James’s shoulder, his legs spreading, welcoming James between them, his hips moving, humping against him, desperately searching for friction. It was only made awkward by the fact that the stupid comforter was now tangled up between their legs. James really needed to destroy  the pajama pants he was wearing.
    There was no clearer invitation, but this had been the reaction
    James had feared. This eager   let’s have sex now even though I was hesitant to say anything before   reaction. He had to yank his mouth away from Corey’s so kissable lips, had to force himself to focus on the other man’s face and his still-golden eyes.
    “Corey, do you want this?” he asked, making his voice as clear as he could through the movements of Corey’s hips that made James’s dick jump with need.
    “Yes,” Corey  moaned, grinding into James’s dick again, as much as he was able with the comforter, that is. It made the sensation that

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    much more torturous.
    “Do you accept me as yours?” he asked.
    “Yes!” Corey snarled, those golden eyes glowing angry and hot.  Clearly he was getting sick of the questions.
    That was good enough. James kissed him again, surprised when  Corey’s tongue invaded his mouth instead of the other way around.
    His mate had a tiny bit of the alpha inside