Maltin laughed low and wickedly. “No. I wanted you before that.”
They were close, their body heat combining to make it nearly unbearable. Jack’s lips parted as his eyes dilated, panting loudly, and it consumed Maltin in a haze of the most extreme arousal.
Maltin grabbed his head and pulled him closer, not that he needed to pull much. He set his lips on Jack’s but didn’t kiss him. Instead, he let their rushed breaths combine as he stared into Jack’s suddenly darkened eyes.
Jack’s entire body vibrated, his head dipping to the side, giving over his will to Maltin. Maltin felt his alpha senses coming through the haze, and he felt as if he had grown ten inches in height in those few seconds. His fierce need calming as he knew he was about to take his mate.
The calm only lasted while they experienced their first real kiss.
Jack, more subdued than Maltin imagined he could be, tentatively let his lips part as they touched Maltin’s, allowing, silently, Matlin to take over the kiss. Maltin’s hands held Jack’s face, moving it as he needed so he could deepen that chaste start, pushing his tongue between Jack’s cherub lips, brushing his tongue, sucking on it once before he backed off and kissed both of his lips before pulling back and watching his eyes flutter open.
“Maltin,” he sighed, the sound of tears in that breathy word.
Maltin Graves knew right that second he’d never like the sound of his name more than when it was spoken from that luscious mouth.
Then came the surge of adrenaline, his heat consuming him once again, and he moved Jack backward until he fell back on the hood of his ’69 Corvette Stingray.
His red face nearly perfectly matched the cherry red of the car, and all that crimson was perfect for the fire he felt in his veins. Pushing Jack down fully, he started to rip at Jack’s jeans. He never knew his strength, but he could have lifted any car in the warehouse at that moment.
The button flew off, and he heard the ting of it as it hit another one of the cars. Any other day that would have enraged him, but he didn’t care a bit. Yanking Jack’s pants from him, Jack was moving like he was on fire, trying to kick off his sneakers.
Maltin helped, throwing them behind him after snatching them from his feet, and then the pants were off, and he moved over him, kissing him so roughly, he was biting at his lips, Jack’s hair in his fists, Jack’s hips moving to grind against Maltin.
It was harried, frenzied, and Maltin had never wanted anyone more, not in all his long years on the earth. He’d never guessed he had a mate and never thought how hot it would be to be with him, their bodies writhing against one another, lips and teeth clashing.
Jack’s legs wrapped around him as he tried to free his cock, but he couldn’t manage to keep his hand there as Jack lifted his hips, his growls desperate and animal.
Maltin moved, breaking the hold Jack had on him, and like a flash, he spun Jack around on his stomach, freeing his cock and spitting on his hand, rubbing it over his cock before he moved to Jack’s hole, pushing in like he was trying to hammer into Jack like Jack had hammered into the roof.
Yes, that sound, that pounding, was echoing in his head, and he knew that was a motion he wanted to replicate. Grabbing both of Jack’s luscious, globed ass cheeks, he squeezed and was surprised to see his nails digging into his flesh. His nailswere usually short and manicured, but he noticed the harder he grabbed Jack’s ass, the longer and thicker they got…like claws…
Jack’s screams were vibrating the metal of the car hood, high-pitched and pained, and instead of making him want to stop, he pushed those claws deeper. His cock pierced his mate, and that set Jack to scream more, his own claws raking down the red paint, bringing up curling ribbons of it along with the metal underneath.
He smiled, seeing it, seeing his mate’s blood pooling around his fingers and the blood-red paint under Jack’s blood. His eyes moved slowly over the rest of Jack, angry once they settled on Jack’s T-shirt even as he pounded inside his ass, deep, roughly, no mercy in his thrusts.
Reaching for it, Maltin grabbed the shirt and started to tear it, ripping through it in long streaks with his claws.
Once it was in ribbons, Maltin’s eyes kept moving up, expecting to stop on the beautiful face of his mate after Jack had turned his head to lay his cheek on the cold metal of the car. Instead, however, he moved over Jack’s face quickly and then set on the back of his neck.
Suddenly, Maltin’s mouth filled with saliva as he stared at Jack’s neck, and suddenly, he wanted to bite. It was a need in him that was stronger than even the need to fuck was, and he bent over his mate, grabbing a fistful of hair to keep him still while his mouth opened, and his teeth settled over his flesh. As he bit into Jack, his eyes rolled back, and he felt his body purring like some lion, and his hips began to move once again, gaining speed the deeper his fangs (fangs?) went into Jack’s neck.
Jack’s fists began to pound so hard on the hood that he dented the thing, and he shouted out while his body stiffened under Maltin.
The entire warehouse was filled with the incredible scent of Jack’s cum. Maltin sniffed hard, sucking it into his lungs, feelingmore wicked by the second. “You came?” he growled, sounding completely different than he’d ever heard himself.
Jack was slack, his body boneless as Maltin started in on him again, banging him into the car, watching the Corvette move half an inch, then another half, then a full inch. The closer it got to the ’70 powder blue Mini Cooper, the more his blood boiled in lust.
The power he felt in those moments made up for how powerless he’d felt all his life. He bit into Jack’s neck again, tasting blood, the scent of the man’s pheromones surrounding him, mingling with the scent of sex.
Mating. Taking his mate, fucking him, it was right, it was good, and Maltin surged with the energy he had. As the Corvette’s bumper slammed into the Mini Cooper, Maltin came, and he felt the electricity that had shot Jack out from the ladder was nothing compared to the crackling, exciting feeling of that moment.
The warehouse lit with it, and he screamed out, letting the echo of that scream sound in the warehouse, booming, ear-splitting…
And he knew he was just getting started.
Chapter Seven
As Maltin picked himup, Jack turned ravenous all over again. The man wasn’t that much bigger than he was, but he picked Jack up off that car like he weighed nothing at all and carried him up the metal stairs and through the door to the loft.