Authors: Marcy Jacks
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“Would you kill him? If you caught the man and knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was the one who killed your friend, would you end his life?”
It was strange how Ryan didn’t even need to think about it. His conviction was that strong. “Yes.”
“You must know that if you do that, you won’t ever be able to go back to living with the humans.”
Ryan had almost forgotten all about that, and his insides froze up.
That was right. What the hell had he been thinking? If he decided to go after these hunters with these werewolves, he could never go home again. He would be forced to stay here, forever a member of this pack, taking orders from a man he didn’t know.
He would be a murderer and an outlaw.
But he could be with Blasius, another man he barely knew.
“I don’t want to make things worse for you,” said James, and Ryan’s guts sank further anyway. “But the likelihood of you returning so soon after becoming a werewolf is pretty much nonexistent anyway. You still need to learn to control your wolf at a hundred percent before you can start interacting safely with humans, and since I’m pretty sure being a detective is a stressful job that involves a lot of human interaction, you wouldn’t be able to go to work while you’re like this either.”
“Will I ever be able to go back?” Ryan asked.
James leaned back in his chair, and Ryan noted the way the man’s eyes would dart over to Blasius. He was at least taking the other man’s feelings into consideration. Unlike Ryan, ungrateful bastard that he was.
“Some wolves have been known to make lives for themselves
outside of packs and with humans. These wolves were usually born werewolves, though, and keeping control of their wolves and
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emotions is second nature to them. I’ve met werewolves who were
able to go months without a transformation, lessening their chances of being found out or putting humans in danger, and that’s a skill no one in this pack has mastered yet.”
Great.
After Ryan had heard all he wanted to hear and was let in on the planning stages of hunting down any other hunters who might still be in the area, Ryan got up from his chair and left the main house.
Aside from the few hours he’d spent in the forest and back here with Blasius, Ryan had spent most of his time caged up in James’s basement. Now he just wanted some fresh air and a chance to think.
He wanted to kill the men responsible for Decker’s death so badly, but that would force him to stay here even should he learn to control his transformations to the extent that James spoke of.
If he left, he would never see Blasius again, but he hardly knew the man and was still coming to terms with the idea that he was something other than a newly transformed werewolf.
Staying, however, was damn near out of the question. He was a stranger on this land, and he never liked being the new guy, putting up with all those stares. It wasn’t his thing.
“Where are you going?” Blasius asked.
Ryan stopped walking, clenching his fists. He half turned to look at the man who was his … mate. “If I wanted to walk into the woods
by myself, would you let me go?”
He already knew what the answer would be, so he didn’t know
why he was bothering with picking this fight.
Blasius folded his arms across that massive chest of his. “Wild
werewolves are lurking about, you want to escape the safety of the pack, and you think I’ll allow you to leave?”
Annoyance trailed its way up Ryan’s spine. “I do not belong to you, you fucking cock.”
Blasius shook his head, his eyes taking on that angry golden color, his heavy brows coming down, and his accent becoming just a little
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thicker as he spoke. “No, ye are hardly one of my daggers or a piece of cloth for me to lay a claim to, but ye are a newly transformed werewolf. Ye are my responsibility to keep safe, and if ye think I will lose ye again simply because ye wish to satisfy yer anger, ye’re sorely mistaken.”
Ryan thrust his hands into his hair and gripped tight. Why did Blasius have to talk like that? It was driving him insane.
Blasius walked up to him before he could start a rampage against him. He surprised Ryan by gripping him by the neck and pushing himinto the wall of one of the cabins.
He didn’t squeeze his fingers and choke him, but when Ryan looked behind the other man, he could still see the way the omegas in the pack quickly turned their heads away and scattered at the sight of them.
“Now listen to me, ye blasted dragon,” Blasius seethed. The blasted dragon part of his words was enough to let Ryan know they’d had words like this before in their previous life.
“Do not test my patience on this. I feel not a speck of sympathy for yer plight, so do not ask me to feel it, not at the expense of my happiness for having ye returned. I am sorry ye lost yer lover, but I do not feel sorry that he is gone. Had he survived the attack, I might very well have killed him myself.”
“You’re sick,” Ryan said, pushing against Blasius’s chest. “Get off me!”
Blasius would not be moved, and despite the way Ryan tried to fight him off, Blasius still came forward, grabbed Ryan by the back of the head, and pressed his mouth against Ryan’s.
Ryan fought for another couple of seconds before his body started to react. Maybe it was the kiss itself, the wanting and needing that Ryan sensed in it, or the fact that they were mated and connected by more than a thousand years, but his muscles seemed to just melt. Instead of pushing Blasius away, Ryan was gripping his large shoulders, pulling the other man against him.
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He hated that he was being manipulated like this, but he loved the feeling of having the other man on him. He liked the possessiveness. No one had ever been possessive of Ryan before, not Decker, not anyone, and when he thought about it, Ryan didn’t much like the thought of Blasius being with anyone else either. He thought about the possibility of the other man having lovers after Ryan was killed, and he didn’t like it at all, even though that was ridiculous.
Of course Blasius would’ve taken lovers. No one could remain
chaste for that long, but if Ryan had to meet any of them, he might’ve
threatened to kill someone, too.
Blasius thrust his hips against Ryan’s, pressing him harder against the wall. Blasius’s erection rubbed against Ryan’s thigh, and they both groaned.
“Oh, my heart,” Blasius said.
Ryan’s face went hotter than he’d ever felt it go in his life. Did Blasius really just call him that?
That wasn’t the only thing he was doing either. Blasius’s hands had gone from massaging Ryan’s neck and shoulders to down between them. He was trying to get his jeans off and seemed to be having a bit of difficulty with it.
“Bloody things,” he muttered, his teeth showing as he glared
down at his button and fly, the bulge between his legs an indication of
his lust.
Ryan could actually smell the lust coming off of the man in waves, and though he was tempted to just let it happen right here, the knowledge that Blasius would fuck him right here, out in the open in front of everyone, was just too much, and the act itself was something that Ryan wanted to avoid.
He grabbed Blasius’s hands and had to quickly explain himself when the man looked at him with horror in his eyes.
“I don’t want to stop,” Ryan said. “But we can’t do this here.”
Blasius’s grin showed off his canines. “Let them see my lust for ye. Then all will know that we are mated and none other shall have ye
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but me.”
More of that kind of speech with that strange accent. Blasius talked like he never grew up in modern times at all. Would Ryan speak and think the way Blasius did when more of his memories from his past life came back to him?
He decided he would worry about it after he had Blasius’s cock inside of him.
Now that was a thought to throw him off kilter. Ryan enjoyed sex as much as the next guy did, but in all the encounters he’d ever had, he was always the one to take the top position. He liked it when his lovers took charge and all, but Ryan had never had the urge to have another man’s dick in his ass. Now he did, and he only wanted it from Blasius.
“They can hear us and know just fine,” Ryan said, pulling Blasius away from the cabin and looking around. “Where can we go?”
“That one,” Blasius said, pointing to the smallest cabin on the land.
He didn’t bother to think about it as he and Blasius practically ran for the little house. The door hadn’t been locked, and really, why would it be? Everyone on this land seemed to trust everyone else, so unless there was a hunter attack coming, there was no need to keep
anyone out.
Ryan led the way inside. The bedroom was easy to find, because aside from the bathroom and sliding closet doors, it seemed to be the only other door in the small house.
The bed was small, too. It was only a single size, but Ryan looked at it and saw more than enough room for what he wanted to do.
Just as Blasius slid his hands around Ryan’s waist, Ryan spun around, grabbed him by the arms, and threw him down on the small
mattress.
The whole bed groaned under the sudden weight landing on it, but Ryan paid no attention as he climbed on top of Blasius’s body and sat down on his thighs. He got to work on Blasius’s fly and zipper,
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getting them down a whole lot faster and easier than Blasius had managed to do.
“I must say, I greatly enjoy when you take possession of my body like this,” Blasius said.
Ryan did, too. He was so fucking horny he could start humping against Blasius’s legs right now and have no problem coming. He just wanted the other man to fuck him. He wanted to forget about everything that was happening, all the decisions that were being made for him.
When Blasius’s cock sprang free, Ryan grabbed hold of it, shivering at the moan Blasius released.
Though he’d already had sex with Blasius, now it was different. Itwas different because Ryan wasn’t blind with rage or drunk on the urges running through his body. He was perfectly sober and aware of himself this time. If he did this, there would be no excuse he could
give for his actions. It would prove to himself and the man beneath him that he wanted him, and that, in some small place in the back of his mind, he wanted to be here as well.
“Tell me you plan to do more than just stare at it,” Blasius hissed, pulling Ryan out of his musings.
He did indeed. Ryan kept a firm grip on Blasius’s cock, rubbing his fingers and thumb along the base.
Blasius was uncut, his cock was thick and slightly larger than average. Ryan could feel the pulse of the man’s heart through the blood pumping to his prick, and he showed some mercy and stroked again.
Blasius fisted his hands into his hair, humping into Ryan’s hand. “Ye are evil,” he gasped.
Ryan’s mind became clouded with lust once more as he watched the man beneath him writhe and listened to him moan. The sights and sounds went straight to his cock and balls, and his dick pressed uncomfortably against his own borrowed jeans.
“Tell me you keep lube in here,” Ryan said.
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Blasius’s lust glazed eyes became confused. “Keep what?”
Again, it was almost as though he hadn’t lived in this century. Ryan couldn’t think about that right now. His horny thoughts blocked out every strange thing Blasius had ever said as he searched around the bedroom. He reached over and pulled a drawer out of the nightstand, and his heart jumped at the sight of a bottle of sunscreen.
That would do perfectly.
Blasius got up onto his elbows to watch as Ryan opened the cap and smeared a dollop into his hand.
“What be that you’re playing around with?”
“Something to make it better,” Ryan said, then he thought of something. “What did you use the last time we were together?”
Blasius finally seemed to understand what he was talking about. “Grease I found on a shelf in the kitchen.”
Ryan tried to remember what it had felt like when he pushed himself inside the other man. Christ, for all he knew Blasius had
prepared himself with canola oil or something.
“Rhyan, get on with it,” Blasius said, his eyes becoming golden.
Ryan looked down at Blasius as he fisted the man’s dick once more. The organ jumped in his hand, and Blasius’s eyes popped wide open, his mouth falling as he fell back on the bed with a long and loud moan of approval.
“Fuckin’ Christ!” he shouted, and Ryan had to grab Blasius’s hip with his free hand to keep him from humping too hard into Ryan’s hand.