Page 28 of Destined Prey (Wild Ones #1)

“Ithought we were never gonna be alone,” Ben grumbled, locking Jack’s bedroom door. “God, what a day. It’s freaked me out. You’ve gotta be twigged.”

“Twigged?” Jack seemed to consider that. “Nah. Once I accepted that shifters are real, everything that comes after that’s easy to believe. Even Ernesto as a hellhound. I can’t remember his other name for what he is.”

Ben let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. If Jack could shrug off hellhounds and nightmare nights, maybe they really could just…be.

“Barghest, but let’s not talk about him.” Ben pulled off the T-shirt Jack had loaned him after they’d showered. “Let’s not talk about anything but us and what you’re going to do to me. Fuck me.”

Heat knotted low in Ben’s belly, but under it was a softer ache—gratitude so big it almost hurt.

Jack kissed him, a demanding, hungry press of lips and tongue and teeth, then he stepped back. “Yes.” He laid out the lube and a condom, placing both on the nightstand before he sat on the bed. “I’m all for that. Take the sweats off, slowly.”

Ben wondered just how slowly one could remove their sweats. He managed to make it last for half a minute, max, easing the fabric down to just under his butt and balls before it slid the rest of the way to his ankles.

“Oops?”

“Perfect,” Jack said. “Bend over to pull them off the rest of the way.”

Ben flushed, thrilled at how shameless he could be with someone who kept making him feel wanted down to the marrow.

Ben could have stepped out of them, but he got it. He turned his back to Jack, then took his time bending down, putting on a show he hoped didn’t look ridiculous.

Judging by the sudden, intense arousal coming from Jack, Ben supposed he was doing a good job of stripping and teasing.

“Stay just like that,” Jack ordered. Ben heard the bedsprings squeak. “Just like—” There came footsteps. “…that.” Jack cupped Ben’s ass. “Sweet, Ben. You’ve got a gorgeous ass.”

Ben would have said thanks, but Jack spread his cheeks, then warm air rushed over his hole a second before something wet and even warmer followed.

“Oh. Oh!” Ben’s legs wobbled as Jack licked his opening again.

Jack pressed his lips against Ben’s hole, kissing him. Then he moved his hands down to Ben’s left leg. “Up.”

Ben raised his foot up, and Jack tugged the sweats off that leg.

“Right one.” Jack stripped the sweats off completely, then grasped Ben’s cheeks and parted them. “Such a tiny, tight hole. I’m going to take my time getting you ready.”

“You just might kill me doing that,” Ben got out against the knot of desire building in his chest.

“Hmm, no, you’re not gonna die from this.” Jack seemed to push his whole face into Ben’s crack. He licked and nipped at Ben’s sensitive skin, fondled his balls and the spot behind them. Then he pressed his tongue into Ben’s hole, and Ben couldn’t keep back the guttural moan that escaped him.

Jack’s tongue is in me! In me! He felt Jack’s amusement at that but even more, Jack’s lust, his need for Ben.

Ben’s legs quivered again. “J-Jack, I need—” Something harder, thicker than a tongue breached him. “Finger,” he said as it registered. Anticipation sparking into awe, he let himself open, trusting Jack with places he’d never given to anyone.

“Yes, baby, that’s one finger, and you’re so, so tight around it.” Jack nipped him on the buttock. “So tight.”

Ben clenched and decided he liked that finger up his ass.

“Turn around with me. I want you to kneel beside the bed, elbows on the mattress. Give me this sweet ass of yours,” Jack said.

“You might have to help me,” Ben replied.

“Yeah, I’m going to be right here, fingering you while you do it.”

That seemed so dirty and perfect and hot. Ben carefully turned around, moving slow and gasping when Jack’s finger glanced over something inside of him.

Ben knew what it was after the swell of pleasure. “Prostate.”

“Yeah, ain’t that a fun bit to have touched?” Jack did it again.

Ben swore softly. “I’m not gonna make it to the bed if you keep that up.”

“I bet you can,” Jack dared.

Ben ground his teeth together as he continued on his way to the bed, with Jack caressing his prostate almost nonstop. By the time he lowered himself to his knees, Ben was sweating and trying not to beg to come.

“Down,” Jack said, pressing on Ben’s shoulder. “I’m going to fuck you just like this—this time. Next time, I want to do it face to face.”

Ben just wanted to do it as soon as possible. “I’m ready.”

“No, you aren’t. You’re just enjoying the ass play.” Jack kept at it, too, until Ben wanted to scream for more. Ben bit his forearm to keep quiet, eyes stinging for no good reason except that wanting like this felt a little like falling and being caught at the same time.

He was really glad he hadn’t come yet, considering how much better the pleasure got with each passing minute.

Jack moved behind him, then Ben heard the pop of the lube cap, and something cool and wet slid onto his crack.

“Good shot,” Jack murmured. “Right where I wanted it.” He began to rub the lube in, spreading it farther down. Then another dollop of it. His hole burned, but the lube made it better, the glide of Jack’s finger easier to take.

“You love it,” Jack said. “So do I. Sometimes you just need a hard cock in you, fingers or a toy stretching you. Need that fullness.” He rubbed over Ben’s hole again.

“A good, hard fucking.” There was pressure against Ben’s hole, then thickness spreading him—another digit, he realized. “Me. It’ll be me that you need.”

“Every time,” Ben agreed. It wasn’t a promise wrung out by lust; it felt carved into bone.

“Good man.” Jack pushed that digit in the rest of the way, then pulled both back out. “So good.” He pushed them in again and rubbed over Ben’s gland. “Sweet, sexy man.”

Ben arched his back and pressed his head to his folded arms.

Jack reached around and slid one hand between his chest and the bed. He unerringly found Ben’s nipple and pinched.

Ben cried out and shoved his ass back. “Again!” Jack did it again, harder. Ben slammed back, desperate for more. “Please, Jack, please, do something!” Jack twisted his nipple a third time, then moved his hand out and swatted Ben on the ass.

“Jack!” Ben’s buttock stung, but he felt more alive, needier, than he ever had before.

“I’ve got you,” Jack promised. He followed those words up with a third digit and pumped his fingers in hard and fast. “You like the pressure on your ring. You’re gonna be a size queen.”

Ben didn’t have the presence of mind to argue. All he knew was, he wanted Jack, more than ever.

Jack kissed his left cheek, then his right. “God, you really do have a perfect butt.” Then he nipped it, and Ben yelped. “Too hard?”

“No,” Ben panted. “Just unexpected.”

Jack chuckled and did it again. That time, Ben moaned, his eyes rolling back a bit. Jack made Ben moan several more times as Jack fingered him. Then Jack moved and there were those slick, wicked fingers in Ben’s ass, and Jack’s wet, perfect mouth on Ben’s balls.

“Jack!” Ben shouted, shoving his hand under his belly and reaching for his dick.

“No coming,” Jack warned against his sac. “If you come, it’ll be a while before I can fuck you.”

Ben gripped the base of his dick with enough force to hurt. It sent his impending climax into a retreat. “Jack, I need you. I’m begging you, please, fuck me.”

“Mmm.” Jack nuzzled his balls. “I think we’re both ready.” He pulled his fingers free, and Ben regretted the sudden emptiness.

“Condom, then I’ll give us both what we need.” Jack stood.

Ben closed his eyes and listened to the crinkle of the wrapper, the hush of latex being rolled over skin, the shuffle of Jack’s feet.

Then he felt the heat of Jack behind him, the arousal and excitement of his mate.

“Ben,” Jack whispered. “Now.” He pressed his cock to Ben’s hole. “Push for me.” Ben breathed, pushed, and let joy crack him open right alongside the stretch.

Jack’s shaft penetrated him in one smooth stroke.

Ben mewled, pleasure erupting along all his nerves, bouncing and pinging throughout his body, lighting him up in places he’d never thought to feel so good in.

“Fuck, yes,” Jack hissed, his groin pressed to Ben’s ass. “So tight. I knew… I knew it’d be better than I could imagine.” He rotated his hips.

Ben arched his lower back, and Jack began to move, pulling out fully, pushing back in slowly, over and over until Ben was ready to scream for more, harder, faster.

Instead, when Jack pulled out all the way the next time, he patted Ben’s ass. “Up on the bed. I need to see your face.”

Ben scrambled, craving Jack’s cock back in him. He started to roll onto his back, but Jack stopped him with a hand to Ben’s hip.

“On your side. Pull this leg up.” Jack touched Ben’s left leg. The change put Jack’s face in his peripheral vision, and something in Ben eased—he wanted to see the man who owned him this sweetly.

Ben was on his right side. He hooked one arm under his left knee and hiked it up to his chest.

Jack straddled his other leg, and with a grunt, thrust into Ben’s ass, all the way to the hilt.

Ben gasped, unable to even moan, it felt so good. Jack pumped into him repeatedly, then Jack bent, covered him, pinned Ben’s left leg down for him.

Ben let go of it and instead grabbed hold of Jack. He didn’t care where, he just had to touch him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jack mumbled, moving faster, fucking Ben with powerful thrusts.

Ben was held down and taken like he’d wanted to be, rough and hard, yet with care, too. Jack wasn’t hurting him—he was giving Ben what he wanted, needed.

And Jack was with him, in his head, opening himself to Ben, too.

That shared ecstasy doubled and tripled as they gave themselves to each other.

Ben felt Jack’s wonder feather through their bond, mirrored by his own.

This was what home in a body felt like. Every grind of hips to ass, every thrust and withdrawal, filled them both with more sensational pleasure, more affection and trust.

Jack sucked on a spot on Ben’s neck that made him squirm and shiver, made jolts of bliss spiral out from what had to be a mark to the rest of Ben’s body.

Jack pounded into him harder and slid a hand down to fist Ben’s shaft. “Give it to me,” Jack demanded. “Give me your pleasure, your seed.”

Ben’s laugh broke somewhere inside the moan—bossy, beautiful man—and he let go.

He could deny Jack nothing. He keened as he came, hot waves of bliss washing over him again and again.

“Yes!” Jack hammered into him. “Ben! Ben!” He pushed in a final time and curled around Ben as much as possible, seeking out that spot on his neck again, sucking as he shuddered and came.

Ben was a puddle of satiated man. He was going to melt right into the mattress.

Jack’s shaky chuckle followed that thought. “No melting.” He was breathing hard, moving slow, untangling himself from Ben’s body. “Want to snuggle and pass out.”

Ben managed a grunt. He was already halfway to out of it. Jack had fucked him stupid. Or unconscious. Or both.

Jack jostled the bed, then he was there, pulling Ben into his arms. “We’re going to make something spectacular between us,” he whispered in Ben’s ear.

Ben pressed his smile into Jack’s shoulder. “Already are,” he whispered back—then let the quiet take them both.

Ben smiled at that. They already had, and it was only going to get better. He’d found something he’d never known he could have, a destined mate who was quickly becoming everything to him.

Life was full of surprises, and blessings, and Ben was going to be eternally grateful for the best of both of those, wrapped up in one incredibly sexy, loving man.

He drifted off to sleep, his mind and body cuddled with his mate’s, safe, happy and with the seeds of love planted and ready to grow steadily between them.