Page 24 of Jack of All Trades

Jack’s eyes never left him. It was incredible how much he felt for the man. In a short time, he couldn’t imagine his life without Maltin. It was crazy, but the way he felt, besides being completely aroused, was warm in a whole other way.

It resided in his chest, a burning, comforting feeling steeped in excitement for his future. As terrified as he’d been that he was a devil dog or whatever the fuck he was, he felt a new hope blooming there.

Maltin stopped in the middle of the loft, his stare into Jack’s eyes letting Jack know he wasn’t alone in his feelings. “Jack, are you okay?”

“I’m great. Amazing, actually.”

“Me too. I’m not done with you.”

Jack’s deep laugh didn’t even sound like him, but he also knew he wasn’t the same man any longer.

He was taken to the bedroom and thrown onto a linen duvet on the incredibly comfortable bed. The only time he took his eyes off Maltin was when the accent pillows bounced and were disheveled from his landing.

The bedroom was much like the rest of the loft, with a head and footboard made of galvanized pipe. The headboard curved into a high peak, and the bedding was a combination of raw linen and cotton, with two strips of silk running down and black “rivets” accenting them.

He felt like he was home and not in that big, cold home where he was raised. Instead, he lay naked on fine linens while the most beautiful man he’d ever seen stared heatedly down at him.

“Turn over and give me your ass.”

If he got any hotter, that beautiful duvet would be in ashes. Feeling sluggish, like he was drugged, Jack turned to his stomach, letting his face lie against the duvet, thinking briefly how much nicer that felt to the cold metal of the car hood.

When he heard Maltin’s grunting voice, he was shocked at what was being said.

“Where are the marks I left on you?”

For a second, he didn’t understand, then he remembered how deeply Maltin’s nails had cut into his ass and the bites on the back of his neck. With his left hand, he felt over his neck, but the skin had fused back together in the short time it had taken Maltin to carry him up the stairs. He tried to look at his ass but couldn’t quite twist enough. “Are they gone too?”

“They’re gone! I marked you, and you healed them!”

It was one of the first times he’d used power, and he hadn’t even known he’d done it. “They’re gone?”

“Yes,” Maltin growled, and Jack looked at him, and was suddenly frightened. The man looked furious.

“I didn’t mean to!”

“The next time I mark your body, you will not heal them. Do you understand?”

That was a promise he couldn’t make, being he hadn’t known he’d done it, but to appease his…alpha? Was Maltin truly his alpha? Anyway, he nodded and turned back around, slamming his eyes shut.

In went the claws to his ass, but he didn’t cry out in pain. The opposite. He loved feeling Maltin in him before they were even fucking again. It felt like fire was entering the cheeks of his ass, and it lit the rest of his body. Again, he worried they’d scorch the duvet.

When Maltin was inside him again, he felt like he was whole. All his life, he’d felt a hole inside him that he thought magic could fill, and maybe that was still true. It was Maltin that was his magic. Inside Jack, Maltin filled him with that magic, and Jack no longer felt alone.

Again, Maltin didn’t hold back, and his new strength had the king-size bed pushed into the outer wall in no time. Jack heard the creaking from the metal rafters high above their heads as if Maltin’s thrusts were jarring the entire warehouse. Jack worried the roof would cave in on them.

Aware of these things, Jack found he didn’t care. The fucking he received was so amazing, he only wanted more. And deep inside him, he knew his body could handle it. All he felt was pleasure, and the pain he felt was part of that.

Long claws that had torn his shirt to ribbons were raking through the skin of his back, and still, he felt pleasure. The cock inside him seemed to grow, and all it was, was pleasure. In fact, it was so big, he felt like it could tear him in two, but all was good. He only wanted more.

His own claws, as frightening as they were curious, slashed the duvet and then went deeper, and the mattress was getting torn,too. The inside foam was coming into his fists in huge chunks, and the sunlight streamed through the window, showing the dust as if tiny fairies were dancing.

So aware of everything, even as his body was being used, his focus on his ass and the burning of the claw marks.

Accent pillows went flying, the metal headboard dented the wall, and Jack felt Maltin’s cock growing inside him with every brutal thrust. He didn’t understand it, and it was as painful as it was glorious. Still, then, when he started to orgasm, he heard a roar from Maltin that sounded nothing like Maltin at all, but he soon forgot about that as he felt the cock inside him grow so round and wide, he came immediately, and then moved his mouth to the torn duvet, huffing to keep from crying out.

Maltin pushed him fully to the bed and lay over him, then wrapped him in his arms and pulled Jack to his side. He was still inside Jack, and it felt like he couldn’t pull out of him.

“Mal…Maltin, what the fuck is going on?”

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