Page 63 of Lost Mate

Ross could smell how aroused Dylan was and he didn’t need to look down to see his hard shaft, a drop of pre-cum glistening in the moonlight. He knew that mating at full moon was important to newly mated wolves. It was one of those awkward conversations he’d had with Zeke. It didn’t matter so much when they’d been mated for a while, but right now, mating hormones dominated Dylan’s body. Ross couldn’t knot Dylan, but he could fuck him until his mate forgot his own name.

“Niles, is it safe to stay out?” he yelled.

“Affirmative. The hunters are all in custody. One of them is a bit chewed but the rest are fine. Stay away from the perimeters. You’ll scar the guys for life.”

Dylan snorted and Ross laughed. They drove away from the group until they were alone.

Ross stopped the ATV, leaned over, and kissed his mate. “I’ll get the blanket.”

“I’ll get the blanket. You get naked,” Dylan ordered.

Ross unlaced his boots and kicked them off, sticking his socks in them so he wasn’t trying to find them in the dark. The second he dropped his briefs, Dylan pulled him down onto the blanket.

“I found the lube,” Dylan said breathlessly. “You brought it just in case.”

Ross shrugged. As angry as he had been, Dylan was still his wolf. “You’re my mate.”

They rolled on the blanket, a tangle of bodies and limbs, kissing hard until they were both breathless, cocks dripping with need.

“In me,” Dylan demanded.

Tonight wasn’t about foreplay and fun. Ross needed to breed his mate hard. He sat on his haunches and fumbled for the lube. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

Dylan did as he was told, snarling as Ross pressed slick fingers to his hole. “I don’t need prep. Just get in me.”

But Ross wasn’t going to hurt his mate. He pressed two fingers in, seeking and brushing over Dylan’s sweet spot. His lover was ready for him and they both needed this. Ross bent over and pushed his dick in with one smooth thrust. Dylan yelled and before Ross could worry if he’d been too forceful, Dylan arched up, begging for more. Ross shoved back in again, hard, and Dylan howled. This was what he needed, and Ross was going to give it to him. Sweat beaded along Ross’s temples and prickled along his back, as he fucked Dylan as hard as he could, to give them what they both wanted. Stones bit into his knees through the blanket, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered except fucking his mate.

Their mating under the moonlight went on for what seemed like an eternity. Ross felt his orgasm waiting, coiled in him, ready to strike like a waiting snake, but he wasn’t going to come until they were both ready.

Then it was there, on him, and Dylan too. The cries of their climaxes broke the silence of the night sky. Ross lay sated and panting, sprawled over Dylan until he could get his limbs to work.

Dylan moaned as Ross pulled out and lay next to him. “I feel so empty.”

“I’ll fill you again soon,” Ross promised, brushing his fingers gently over Dylan’s clenching hole, feeling his seed coat his fingers.

Dylan hissed, pulled away and then pushed closer. “Sensitive.”

“I know.” Ross teased him a moment longer, then bent down to kiss him. “We should sleep. I’ll get another blanket.”

“No need. I’ll keep you warm.” Dylan shifted again, lay down, and Ross curled into Dylan’s soft, thick fur.

“Sleep, my mate. We can play again later.”

You know they’re gonna demand you feed the chickens or something.

I’ll tell them to get lost.

Dylan chuckled, clearly not believing him.

Ross sighed. No, he wouldn’t, because he was a company man, and if his bosses, company or pack, said jump, his answer would always be “How high?”

Dylan snuggled closer. You’d make a good wolf.

One day.

Time to come back.

Ross groaned at Joe’s voice in his head.

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