Page 10 of Lost Mate

Ross ran his hand down Dylan’s upper arm in a comforting gesture. “I’m sorry, it was stupid of me to ask.”

“I’m a wolf. We’re meant to find our mate. There’s supposed to be someone out there for every wolf.” Dylan wrinkled his brow. “I never expected it to be a human.”

“But it’s not unknown. Milo’s parents were wolf and human.”

Dylan grimaced. “That had to be hell for him. Hiding part of himself from humans and disapproval from the shifters. It’s not welcomed in the shifter world. And before you ask, I can’t remember it. I just know it inside.”

“Milo struggles with that,” Ross agreed, trying not to be offended. He’d talked to the sheriff about it before. “And Eli’s a strong human which makes it more difficult. But being part of this pack is important to both of them. As it is to me.” He wanted to make that clear.

“I don’t want to talk about them,” Dylan said.

Ross rolled over to face him. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t want to talk,” Dylan said pointedly.

It took Ross a moment to comprehend, he had just woken up. “If you don’t want to…oh! What do you want to do?”

As if he didn’t know. Desire was rolling off Dylan in waves. From the little Ross knew of shifters, they couldn’t hide their hunger for their mate, whoever they were.

“Fuck me,” Dylan ordered. “I need you inside me.”

It was as if a switch had been flicked inside him. Ross had hooked up as much as the next gay man, but he’d never felt the passion light up inside him like it did now. His dick responded to that need, thickening with desire. He had to have Dylan right now. Right. Now. From the way Dylan’s sweet cock was responding, he felt the same way.

Ross surged up and rolled Dylan onto his back, nestling between his legs. Dylan wrapped his arms and legs around him. Ross had a brief thought of morning breath before they were kissing, then nothing mattered but the feel of Dylan’s lips parting beneath his, and Ross’s tongue sliding into Dylan’s lush mouth.

Dylan groaned, the sound captured between them, and didn’t that make his dick harder still, rubbing against Dylan’s as they kissed, pre-cum leaking to aid the delicious friction.

“I need you,” Dylan murmured, arching his back, his sac rubbing against Ross’s shaft.

“I’ve got condoms and lube in my pack,” Ross said.

Dylan glowered at him. “Why?”

Ross gave him a look. “I’m—was—a gay man, Dylan, in a houseful of loved up couples. I always carry condoms in case I go out for a night.”

Dylan grunted. “You don’t need condoms. Humans and shifters can’t transmit diseases to each other.”

Ross knew that, after a discussion with the others. He’d just forgotten. “I’ll get the lube.”

He leaned over the side of the bed and dragged his backpack toward him. The idea of no barrier between them made his dick grow harder still. He scrabbled in a pocket on the side of the pack and pulled out the lube.

Dylan sucked in a breath. “I need you, my mate,” he whined.

Ross sat back on his haunches and spread Dylan’s legs wider to see the small hole behind his sac, a whorl of dark hair around it. He squeezed the lube onto his fingers and placed one finger against the muscle, but Dylan grabbed his wrist.

“I’m a wolf. You don’t need to treat me gently.”

I will always treat you with respect.

His mate needed to know that. Ross wasn’t going to change just because his mate was a shifter.

Dylan let go of his wrist and Ross pressed a finger inside him. He took his time, pushing in and out until Dylan’s hips rose in time with his actions. Then he pressed another finger in, watching Dylan’s expression. He didn’t wince but Ross still took his time until Dylan growled, “I need you inside me.”

Ross pulled his fingers out, wiping them on his T-shirt from the night before, then he slicked his cock and kissed the head to Dylan’s hole. He leaned over Dylan with one hand and pressed inside.

Dylan whispered, “Oh,” and cupped one hand behind Ross’s neck to kiss him.

Ross’s heart melted at the gentle kiss, pushing into Dylan until he couldn’t go any further, burying himself in Dylan’s body. He’d expected their first coupling to be fierce, instead it was gentle. In and out, in and out, over and over until Dylan’s breaths were harsh and his hips lifting.

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