Jacks, Marcy - Mason Returns to His Mate [DeWitt's Pack 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic Man by Marcy Jacks (english novels to improve english txt) 📕

“No, no. Not your fault. I haven’t been keeping touch. Not after ”…

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Mason trailed off, and Derek didn’t push him. He did bite down on his bottom lip, though.

He had a fairly good idea of what it was that made Mason run away from his pack, and Derek was certain it had something to do with the fact that they’d been fucking.

Why the hell not? Derek’s family had thrown him out after he refused to go to one of those pray-the-gay-away camps. After the sudden way Mason came to him and then  left, it only made sense to  Derek that he was banished from his pack for having a relationship with another man.

He was still having trouble deciding if the fact that he was also human had something to do with it, too.

Was Mason going back to try and get back into their good graces?  Why would he even want to go back if they tossed him out?

Mason smiled at him and took a step back, his heavy boot making the floorboards groan. “It was good to see you again, Derek.”

Panic seized Derek like a fist squeezing his heart and lungs, and for a second he struggled to breathe.

Mason opened his mouth. What he was going to say, Derek didn’t know, because he shut it again and turned around.

Derek hurried to the glass door and pushed it shut just as Mason tried to open it.

Mason looked at him quizzically.

Without taking his eyes away from the other man―his pale-blue eyes were more gorgeous than Derek remembered, and when had he shaved his head?―he flipped the lock and turned the “Open” sign to read “Closed” to any customers  who might try coming in.

It was one thirty on a weekday, so Derek was pretty sure they had some time.

“What are you doing?” Mason asked.

Derek recalled the way the other man was always able to smell  when Derek wanted him. Judging by how Mason’s nostrils were  flaring now, he had no doubt in his mind that Mason knew what he

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was up to.

He took Mason by the hand and pulled him away from the door.  “Stay a while,” he said.

Mason didn’t protest as Derek led him into the back storage area.  Thank God he’d just cleaned up in here yesterday. There was no dust  or oil on the shelves when he pushed Mason up against them, grabbed  him by the chin, and kissed the man.

By the way Mason’s body went tight, it was safe for Derek to  assume that he’d just shocked the hell out of him. When his hands slid  around Derek’s waist, coming to a stop just above the swell of his ass  as Mason kissed him back, he’d guess that it wasn’t an unwelcome  shock.

He’d missed Mason so much. He just couldn’t let him leave.

* * * *

Mason didn’t know what he’d done right lately to have deserved this. After what he did to the other man all those years ago, he would’ve thought that Derek would never want to be in the same room with Mason ever again, let alone touch him.

Despite that, Derek had smiled at him, made polite conversation, and was now pressing his hips against Mason’s. His cock was hard beneath those nearly too-tight jeans he was wearing, and Derek’s fingers were undoing the belt and fly of Mason’s own worn-out jeans.

Whatever it was that put Derek in such a good mood, Mason didn’t care, and he didn’t protest when Derek pulled down Mason’s jeans and boxers, grabbed hold of his cock in his cool hand, and then fell to his knees.

One hand grabbed Derek by the shoulder, and the other held him by the back of the head, gripping him by the hair, when Derek opened his mouth and put his lips around Mason’s throbbing prick.

He hissed in a breath. “Oh God.”

If Derek was just doing this to be cruel, so that he could get

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Mason off and tell him to get the hell out, then Mason would consider it well worth it just to have those pink lips moving up and down the base of his cock again. He was a bastard for letting this happen, and he didn’t care.

Derek was as good as he remembered. Better, even. He didn’t

want to even think about what that actually meant, but it was there,  and he was loving the hell out of it.

When the other man hummed slightly around Mason’s dick, the  vibrations of his mouth shooting stars of pleasure behind his eyes, he  had to reassess that.

No, he  was better than Mason remembered.

Mason pumped his hips, unable to contain himself as he looked down at Derek. The other man brought his hand up to stroke and rub at the base of Mason’s cock, the place where Derek’s mouth couldn’t reach, and Mason nearly lost it.

Two more quick thrusts, and he did lose it. He didn’t even get the chance to warn Derek that he was coming.

His legs buckled as he moaned, shooting his release down Derek’s throat.

The man choked and pulled back, taking the last of Mason’s cum

on his cheek.

Mason was never really interested in face shots, but the inner wolf in him growled his pleasure over the sight of his fluids on Derek’s cheek.

It was a pretty sight.

Derek continued to choke, and the high Mason had been on left him. He came down  from it almost against his will and then realized the gravity of what he’d just done.

He slapped Derek on the back, and Derek coughed and started to breathe normally again. Then he touched his face and cursed, getting to his feet.

He went off somewhere farther in the back and came back wiping his face with a damp paper towel. He had a grin on his face that

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Mason didn’t quite understand as he tucked himself back into his pants.

Derek’s smile left him as he realized what Mason was doing.

“You’re leaving?”

“I  told you I was coming here to see my brother.”

He realized too late