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leaned back to grab his jeans and the lube he had shoved into his pocket. After ripping
open the packet with his teeth, he poured a liberal amount onto his fingers.
Do you want this? he asked.
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Yes, just fuck me. Bite me, Jace growled.
Merek fought to keep from smiling at the way Jace s hips humped the air.
He worked one finger and then two into Jace s ass and whispered, Push back
against me.
Jace bent his knees, using his feet for leverage as he drove himself down on
Merek s questing digits. Merek thrust in a third finger and watched, mesmerized, as
Jace rode them. Jace s cock bobbed and oozed copious amounts of arousal.
Merek s shaft throbbed painfully, and he clasped his fingers around it, desperate
not to come until he was buried in Jace s tight channel.
I want your cock, Jace snarled.
Merek used one hand to hold Jace s thigh and the other to direct the crown of his
cock into Jace s twitching hole. Clinging to control, he steadily plunged his cock
through the clenching muscle. His desire to make Jace come first tempered his urge to
simply thrust and take what he needed.
The soft slide of Jace s hands up his back soothed the tension.
He filled Jace until he was completely enveloped. His breath caught. He had never
felt anything better than the hot, clinging ass that gripped his cock. The dreams didn t
even come close.
Jace& He gasped.
Move. Fucking move, Jace begged. He curled his legs up to wrap around
Merek s hips, rocking against the penetration.
With Jace s permission Merek slid out only to slam back in. He clutched Jace s legs
to position them higher, tilting Jace so he rubbed against Jace s gland on every thrust.
His canines descended as the shivers of his impending orgasm worked their way
down his spine. He leaned over Jace, pinning him to the ground, their chests pressed
together. The feel of Jace s puckered nipples rubbing against his own brought him to
the edge.
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I m so close& Jace whimpered.
Merek scraped his canines along Jace s neck and pounded into him harder. Eager
to feel Jace come, he curled his fingers around Jace s cock.
He growled and sank his teeth into the soft flesh between Jace s neck and
shoulder. Jace s legs tightened almost painfully around Merek s hips, and his cock
pulsed out streams of cum between their thrusting bodies.
Jace s warm blood flowed across his tongue as the forest closed in on them. The
sounds of the crickets, the dew that clung to the grass, even the wind that flowed
through the trees came forth to wrap around them, binding their wolves and human
selves together.
He pulled back and watched in amazement as the wound closed instantly to leave
a small scar as evidence of his claim. With a howl he erupted into Jace s clenching, tight
body. The throbbing channel pulled the cum from his cock.
Mine, he whispered in Jace s ear.
Jace smiled up at him and whispered, Mine.
I love you, Merek said, his gaze serious as it locked with Jace s.
He tilted his face into Jace s hand as Jace murmured, I love you despite the fact
you are arrogant and overbearing.
He laughed and shook his head. You will never make anything easy, will you?
Perhaps not, but I m not going anywhere.
The wolf swirled beneath the silver of Jace s eyes.
I want to see your wolf again. I want us to run together. Merek felt a bone-deep
contentment. He had found his other half.
I think it s more accurate to say that I found you, Jace said, but not out loud. Merek s
eyes widened.
You re talking& Merek started.
In your head? Just for you? One of the perks to being mated. Jace grinned.
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Merek smiled back. It s like having you inside me.
Really? No lube required? Jace chuckled.
Merek rolled his eyes. You know what I mean. He lightly touched Jace s face.
My dream man come to life.
Jace s eyes twinkled with silver sparks in the moonlight. With one agile lunge, he
pushed Merek to the ground. Let s see just how much more fun reality can be.
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Draven St. James
I have always loved to write and have been doing so since I could put pen to
paper. My passion for writing led me to a desire to know what makes people tick. With
that in mind I got my bachelor s degree in psychology and English. The wealth of
knowledge that was open to me enriched my writing in ways I could not have
comprehended.
With my degree in psychology I was able to get a job performing psychological
profiles. I learned so much for the simple act of understanding how personalities are
formed. I utilized this knowledge in my books. I was able to form my characters by
tapping into the experiences I have had within that profession.
My rather large family has also given me plenty of fodder to weave stories with
laughter and joy. They have supported my desire to follow the crazy and unpredictable
path of being a writer.
In my spare time I tutor those in creative writing who have yet to find their voice.
I seek to help them find that part of themselves that calls out to be released in words.
Yet, at the end of the day I find my bliss in the written word. I strive to create
worlds and believable characters that people can connect to and be inspired by. I
endeavor to infuse passion and excitement into the lives of my readers simply by
building a universe where anything can happen.
Links to find the author:
Blog: http://dravenstjames.wordpress.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/draven.stjames
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