Page 55 of Jack of All Trades

“Let’s begin.”

Chapter Fifteen

Jack was so fullhe thought he would explode from the ass out. Maltin wasn’t only bigger, he was hotter. He felt as though his ass was on fire as Maltin pushed in as easily as he could, but that wasn’t easy by any stretch of the imagination.

Baring down, using his own new power, he released into his body the endorphins that would take the pain and turn it into a pleasure like nothing he’d ever felt in his life.

Flying high, like he was weightless, soaring through the clouds, he barely felt his body, but he felt his mate inside him. Maltin touched parts of him he didn’t know he had. His hands curled into fists as he dropped to his elbows, smiling, singing out a moan like there was a chorus of voices instead of only one, his.

When Maltin became brutal, it was exactly what they both needed. They needed to fuck hard. They needed it all, every bit of it inside him, connecting to his mate in the most fierce way. They were animals; they were hell animals, able to take on the most powerful creatures in the world and drag them back to hell.

So, being creatures of unfathomable powers, their coupling made its own power. The air was sparking with it; the two of them glowed, and the warmth alone could melt the rest of the snow that had dumped on the city from that terrible blizzard.

Maltin banged into him like he was trying to break his bones, but he was stronger than that. He could take it and wanted it harder. Their love was new, but it was solid, unbreakable. They were fated mates, hellhounds, men, in any order, they were in love.

Maltin pulled out of him and quickly flipped him over, falling on his palms to stare into Jack’s eyes when he pushed back inside him. Sneering, as if showing his fangs, Maltin’s smile was wicked, and he leaned in, kissing Jack roughly, growling into the kiss.

“Mine. My mate. You’re mine, no one else’s, ever! Ever! Take my seed, make my children!”

Jack’s power vibrated, sending him into a climax that rocked him into a new place. He was no longer on that floor but tumbling end over end in a space free of care or worry. It was warm there, a kiss of breeze across his neck.

When he came back to reality, Maltin was carrying him down the metal stairs. Once on the concrete floor, Maltin tossed him on the hood of a ’72 Camero and flipped him onto his stomach. “Need you here,” he grunted, then pushed back into him, and he didn’t stop there. He moved his body over Jack’s, and Jack soon felt sharp teeth, fangs, biting into the back of his neck and holding him still like that. Jack screamed so hard that he left a cloud of vapor over the cold metal hood.

Jack reached for the end of the hood and slipped his fingers between the metal and the windshield wipers. The metal bit into his fingers as Maltin pulled back on Jack to meet each brutal thrust. The air was chilled, keeping him from sweating for only a moment, and then he was hot, sweat rolling off him, making alayer between him and the hood so he was moving steadily over the hood, but Maltin didn’t stop. He’d never stop.

Blood trickled down his neck and the smell of it took over his senses. He smelled that blood and felt his fangs growing. He wouldn’t shift, he wasn’t on a mission, didn’t feel threatened, but part of him wanted his fangs out, and he bit into his own arm, needing the taste of blood on his tongue.

“Ahhghghhh,” he screamed, but it was muffled and gurgled by his own blood. Maltin went harder, and the car began to move again, just like it had the first time they’d fucked on one.

Soon, metal was crunching into metal, and the cars that Maltin had held so precious were being totaled—not from some random wreck, but from them, their coupling. It was incredible and joyous to hear that screaming metal as it clashed in that warehouse.

Being fucked so hard on that car, his fangs hitting bone, then healing again, he began to cry with the joy of it. All his life, he wanted powers to belong and wished for them. What he needed most was to belong first, and then he received them. That was all it took. For him to belong, and he did. To one glorious man, his family, and then his own.

The first time Maltin knotted, Jack felt like he’d be torn apart, his bottom half torn away from the top. He panted through it on the hood of the Camero, holding onto the edge of the metal, and laughter poured from him as he felt life beginning inside him.

“One down,” he said between harsh breaths. “How many are we trying for?”

“I’ll decide when I’m through with you.”

They made it to the bed for their second round and then to the bathroom, where they’d tried to wash off some of the sweat, dried blood, and saliva.

He was hung over the railing after the shower, hands gripping the metal rails as Maltin pushed into him, and he felt as if he were flying over the room.

The living room floor, their bed again, busting the bottom out of it and not stopping when they did. The slapping of their flesh as they fucked was echoing through the loft and warehouse, loudly, viciously combining with their screams and guttural grunts.

Jack’s ass should feel like ground beef, the way he was fucked over and over those few days. Night into day, day into night, and once Maltin knotted, and then the swelling left, Jack healed, ready to go again.

He had no idea how many days it had been that they rutted. The entire warehouse was a mess of tangled metal and busted tires. Not one car was left unscathed, but it was the last time they were together in that way that Jack would always remember most.

Maltin carried the mattress from the bed down to the living room like it weighed nothing at all. He laid it on the floor, made it with fresh sheets and brought the pillows down for Jack to lay his head. He stood over Jack as Jack lay on the bed, and he smiled in such a way that Jack saw tears about to fall.

“I can’t believe how happy I am. I’m not tired. I’m not sore. I could do this another month, but I don’t think we have to. I think it’s time to celebrate being together instead of copulating for our future.”

Jack lay a hand over his stomach. “I know you’re right, Maltin. You’re my love, forever.”

“Good. This is just us now, just…being together.”

Jack opened his arms, and Maltin knelt on the bed, crawling over him and kissing him as deeply as he ever had. He moved to his side, and Jack followed, facing one another, smiling, laughing under their breaths.

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