Rick's Reluctant Mate by Alice Cain Read Free Book Online Page A

around
his hips. They kissed frantically as they ground their hard cocks together and
tried to get even closer.
    A moment of sanity had him pulling away, but
the desperate "no" from his mate was all he needed to ignore his
conscience even as it screamed for him to stop.
    "Please," Ricky said in between
scorching kisses. "Please, Jordan."
    He nodded, unable to deny his lovely mate
anything at that moment.
    "Lube?" he asked, trying to
convince himself to slow down, but failing miserably.
    Ricky pointed at the drawer beside his bed
and Jordan leaned over to drag it open. He was selfishly glad to realize the
bottle was unopened, but having to stop and deal with the packaging also had
the unwanted side effect of reminding him of all the reasons he shouldn't be
doing this. If Ricky hadn't chosen that moment to push his hand inside the
loose shorts Jordan wore, he might even have found the mental and emotional
strength to move away.
    "Don't you dare," Ricky growled in
a voice low enough to belong to a werewolf.
    "I should," he said, still kissing
his mate, still holding him underneath him, still hard enough to drive nails.
    Ricky didn't say another word. He simply
grabbed the bottle of lube, dragged the shrink wrap packaging from the lid and
poured a generous amount onto Jordan's hand, all the while managing to keep his
legs locked around Jordan's hips.
    Jordan told himself he didn't move away
because he wouldn't risk hurting his mate, but that couldn't excuse the way his
hands slid over his mate's ass, pulling the soft material of his sleep pants
out of their way. And it didn't explain how he managed to slide his cock
between his mate's ass cheeks, or how he caressed the head of his dick against
Ricky's tiny opening until they were both panting with need. And he sure as
fuck had no excuse for pushing until he slipped inside Ricky's ass and they
both cried out from the intense sensation.
    He knew he would hate himself in the morning,
but nothing could stop him from moving inside his mate, savoring every soft
sigh, every warm touch, every kiss that Ricky gave to
him so lovingly.
    He thrust and he panted and he marked and he
possessed the one man he'd told himself never to touch again, and when they
both cried out their orgasms, he held Ricky close and prayed for this single
moment to never end.
     
    ~*~
     
    Rick had no idea how long he held his mate
to him, but reality intruded when Jordan's softening cock finally slipped out
of his ass.
    He desperately wanted to ask Jordan if he
was okay, but he honestly couldn't bear to hear the man again call making love
to him a mistake. If Jordan denied the beauty of what had just happened between
them, Rick wasn't really sure he'd be able to hold himself together. It was the
middle of the night, he had a situation to deal with, and his employers were
waiting for him.
    "I need to go," Rick whispered,
caressing his hands all over Jordan and still unable to unlock his legs and let
the man move. "But please stay with me. Don't leave."
    And god, could he be any more pathetic?
    Jordan shook his head, but Rick pressed his
hand to Jordan's mouth, unwilling to hear the words he knew were coming.
    "We're mates. We belong together."
     
    ~*~
     
    "I don't deserve you," Jordan
mumbled against his lover's silencing hand. He really shouldn't have stayed
here. He should have taken off the moment he'd realized Ricky was safe.
    "So you wouldn't die to protect
me?" Ricky asked, not moving, just watching him closely.
    "Of course I would," Jordan
responded, his anger that his mate would assume such an awful thing deflating
the moment he realized how amazing that thought really was. After decades of
doing whatever was needed to keep himself and Aiden alive, putting another
person's needs first was probably out of character for him. It didn't help that
he wanted Ricky so much he couldn't think straight.
    "You're a good man, Jordan. I know you
made mistakes, but you've spent the past five years making up for