Jacks, Marcy - Taken by the Alpha Wolf [DeWitt's Pack 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (17 page)

Ryan had been entranced. The gold was lovelier than anything  Ryan kept hidden away inside the cave where he’d lived, more lovely than any gem, and he knew, at that moment, that he had to save the

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creature with the golden eyes and then keep him for his own.

Ryan had then left the tree and approached the wolf. The bleeding  had become so profound that the wolf dropped along the water’s  edge, the red blood trickling into the river and flowing away. It had  looked like a ribbon in the wind.

The wolf didn’t even growl at him when he approached this time.

Ryan had reached out his claws and pulled the spear out, and this time the wolf did cry out, but then Ryan began licking the  wound, letting his saliva heal the injury.

The wolf remained still, but Ryan could see in those eyes that, if possible, became all the more clear, more golden even, that the wolf was becoming aware again, and it was staring up at Ryan with an odd expression.

The wolf had then shifted into a man when Ryan finished. Ryan did the same, until they were both naked and Ryan was holding the man he now considered to be his prize in his arms.

“What is your name?” he’d asked.

“Blasius. Lord of the gray mountains and  its wolves,” the lord had said then reached up and took a lock of Ryan’s hair into his fingers.  “And yours?”

“Rhyan. I have no title or surname,” he’d replied.

Blasius shook his head. “That hardly matters. You are mine from this day on.”

Ryan had been more than happy with that.

Ryan came out of the memory, blinking rapidly, just to see the wide smile that was still on Blasius’s face right before the man grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

Ryan couldn’t believe it, but he was actually crying again. He hated it and wished it would stop, but again, he couldn’t help the flood of emotion that he was drowning in. Those memories, of the two of them together, they had revealed everything that Ryan had been missing since he woke up to discover he’d been transformed into a werewolf.

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Blasius hadn’t simply seen Ryan and claimed him for a mate.  Ryan had done the same thing to him. So many years they were apart for, but now they were together again, and Ryan was never going to let the man go.

Blasius seemed to be on the same wavelength as he pulled the covers from Ryan’s body, climbed on top of him, and hooked his leg over until he was straddling Ryan.

He was naked except for the loose boxers he wore, and Ryan was dressed exactly the same.

But for the thin bit of fabric that separated them, they were entirely skin to skin. Blasius humped against him, slow but hard, and  Ryan’s cock immediately responded.

He groaned, and Blasius captured his lips in the sweetest of kisses.

“I must have you,” Blasius breathed against his mouth,  his hands already pulling down the elastic of Ryan’s boxers, exposing his hard cock.

It practically jumped free, and Ryan gasped at the cold air on his skin, but then he became hot again when Blasius threw away his own boxers and the dry humping continued.

Ryan gripped him all the tighter. He didn’t want to let him go.  Without even realizing it, he was digging his fingers into the skin of  Blasius’s back.

It wasn’t until Blasius released a long moan that Ryan yanked his hands away, recalling that Blasius had been shot in just that place.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, but then, as Blasius grinned at him,  Ryan allowed his fingers to gently slide over the smooth skin of  Blasius’s back.

There was nothing there, no holes, no scabs, not even bandages.  The only thing Ryan felt under his fingertips was smooth skin and healthy muscle.

“The healing is powerful,” Blasius said, sliding his hand under  Ryan’s head. “And you are beautiful. My heart.”

No one had ever described him as beautiful before. He’d gotten

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compliments  over the years, sure, but never that one. His first thought  was that it sounded too feminine, but his next one was that he liked it

so long as it was coming from Blasius’s mouth.

Ryan kissed him, Blasius’s lips were soft and full, and he couldn’t

get enough of them. Their lips massaged each other in gentle, loving

caresses.

They were making love. It shocked Ryan to realize it, but that was what they were doing. This wasn’t a hard claiming or a spontaneous fuck. Blasius was making love to him.

And that was exactly what it was. Despite Blasius’s desperate claim to need him, he took his time, seemingly satisfied so long as  Ryan was on board for the ride. He found a bottle of cream, and Ryan spread his legs and lifted his ass for the other man to take.

Blasius positioned a pillow under his hips, and then Ryan felt his slick fingers entering him, preparing him for what was to come.

It took entirely too long, in Ryan’s opinion, and by the time  Blasius finally positioned his cock at Ryan’s pucker, he slammed himself down quickly so that Blasius was inside of him.

The other man moaned in pleasure and surprise, but then started canting his hips, pumping in hard, deep thrusts, and Ryan gripped him tightly and just allowed the pleasure to consume him. He tried to keep himself quiet, though. He had no idea which cabin he was in because the room didn’t look like the one that he and Blasius had been

sharing, and he didn’t want anyone to hear him having sex.

Holding back like that, biting his lips shut against any of the  sounds he wanted to make, and trying to prolong his orgasm only  made it that much better when it came over him. It was so strong and  satisfying that every bone in his body turned into Jell-O, yet much too  soon in his opinion.

They were going to have to do that again.

Blasius was still moving within him, having not quite reached that  high peak that Ryan had already leaped off of.

Then his hips started moving faster, his eyes squeezed shut, and

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his mouth opened in a throaty moan that he muffled by biting down  on one of the pillows.

His body became stiff then just as pliant as Ryan’s.

Ryan held his lover close, keeping his legs firmly locked around  Blasius’s hips, enjoying the weight and warmth of the other man.

He would stay like this forever if he could. He could fall asleep  right here and never wake up.

Ryan kissed Blasius’s hair. “I’m sorry.”

Blasius lifted his face to look up at him, concern all over his  features. “For what?”

Then he frowned. “What have ye done?”

Ryan wanted to laugh at the mock suspicion in Blasius’s tone, but he had to do this. “For fighting you on this, on everything. You were right.” Ryan laced his fingers through Blasius’s so they were holding hands. “This is where I need to be.”

Blasius’s eyes suddenly became guilty. “Before you  make that decision, you should know that I have killed many people during my lifetime, Rhyan. I know you do not like that, but I did, and I killed many more for revenge after you were taken from me. I was not reincarnated like you. I was a wandering spirit for all those years, until I took the possession of the body of the man you see before you, killing him as well so that I might live.”

Ryan smoothed out his hair. “Well, as you’ve seen by the way I handled that hunter, I can hardly hold it against you for killing any of these people. Was he a good man?” Ryan asked, looking Blasius up and down.

The knowledge that Blasius had spent more than a thousand years as, well, as a ghost was shocking, but he could handle that. There was nothing that he wouldn’t believe at this point. He just hoped that the man Blasius had killed to come back to life wasn’t some upstanding citizen.

Blasius shook his head. “No. It as the reason why Tristan would avoid me. This body belonged to the man who had attempted to force

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a claim  onto him. The rest of the pack here hardly misses him.”

“Then there’s nothing for you to worry about.” Ryan didn’t know  what he would have done if Blasius had told him something different,  just then. He would have strongly wished to stay with Blasius, no

matter how many innocents he had killed. Thankfully, there was no  innocent blood on Blasius’s hands, and Ryan would not have to make  any hard choices today.

“What happened with the battle? Your battle, I mean,” Ryan said,  thinking about when James and Phillip took all the alphas to go and  find the hunters and the stolen omegas.

Blasius’s face fell. “Many were dead, skinned. There are about  half left alive though, and they are mostly injured, which is why you  and I find ourselves in this strange room. Someone used our cabin for  a private room for healing before I could tell them that I lived there.”

“Oh,” Ryan said. “And Phillip?”

Blasius squeezed Ryan tightly. “I feel for the poor man. His  woman is dead, one of the skinned. Bleeding gruesome way to go, but

we found his pup alive and healthy. The man will be wanting some  alone time for the next several weeks to mourn, no one knows where

he went, and James has taken over caring for his wolves.

“We have even more werewolves on the land now as well. Seems

that several of the men that had been transformed by the former  owner of this body came to me, sniffed me out, and are now  demanding that I take leadership of them.”

“Will you?” Ryan asked.

Blasius shook his head. “No. Let James take them. There is only  one particular werewolf-and-dragon hybrid who I want to give my  attentions to.”

Ryan felt the way Blasius became hard again, considering the man was still inside of him, and he was more than willing to continue on with what they were doing.

The rest of the world, Ryan’s life outside of this pack, the other werewolves, all of that could wait. He and Blasius were too busy

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celebrating their own personal victory over fate and their reunion,

which would last until the end of both of their lives this time.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Marcy Jacks lives and works in Ontario, Canada, where she is fervently pursuing the writer’s life while writing about lots of gorgeous guys. She loves hearing from readers, and you can reach her at [email protected].

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