Page 56 of Forbidden Moon
Jonah had anticipated this moment from the day his hormones kicked in. All the years of denied pleasure to offer up this singular gift to his future mate. His wolf whined and panted, more than ready for the joining.
Jonah rose, aligning his hole above RJ’s stiff prick. Contact with the warm, spongy head prompted him to bear down and push. RJ’s cock slipped past the ring of muscle with a brief flare of pain. As the discomfort eased, Jonah lowered his body slowly, filling himself with his mate. Incredible! Hot and tight, and so much better than he’d dreamed it would be.
Jonah’s growl mixed with RJ’s moan as he completed the descent, his mate’s thick pubic hair tickling the sensitive skin of his ass. Jonah paused to revel in the sensation, watching RJ’s face contort with restraint. For both their sakes, he began to move, sliding up and down on RJ’s magnificent cock. Like a slow-motion explosion of suppressedneed, a fiery tingling spread outward from his spine to exit through every pore of overheated skin.
His wolf howled in delight, spurring him to pick up the pace. RJ, too, now joined in the fun and reached up to tweak both of Jonah’s nipples. Shouts echoed off the bedroom walls as both men succumbed to spiraling pleasure. Aching to cum, Jonah reached down to stroke his throbbing dick in a desperate effort for release.
RJ grasped Jonah by the hips and began driving into him from below. He cried out, demanding more, faster, harder! There was no turning back now, each of them lost in a pheromone-induced frenzy of sensation with only one outcome. Jonah stiffened with a silent scream, crossing the finish line with a geyser of hot jizz. RJ continued to thrust, eyes closed, not quite there yet.
Jonah’s wolf took over with blinding speed, demanding he CLAIM HIS MATE! Amber beacons looked down on RJ, stroking Jonah’s prostate with every plunge into his needy hole. Still spewing ropes of cum, Jonah fell over RJ’s chest, fangs ready to anchor the mating bond into place. As he opened to bite, RJ heaved into his body with one final thrust, knocking Jonah’s face forward into the pillow.
Realizing what he’d almost done, Jonah trembled with fear and aftershocks of satisfaction. Somehow, he convinced his wolf to back down as his mate collapsed under him, thoroughly spent and unaware of the narrow miss. Jonah remained in place, panting from the effort, while RJ did the same. A minute later, the man’s softening cock slipped from his back channel, releasing a dribble of spent cum.
RJ coaxed Jonah off and to the side, reaching for a couple of towels. He kissed Jonah’s flushed forehead and began cleaning the mess from his ass, dick, and chest. By the time he finished wiping off his own body, Jonah was already asleep. He wanted to snuggle, but as the man seemed unusually warm, RJ decided to hold his hand and let him cool off.
A wave of deep feeling washed over RJ as he looked into Jonah’s peaceful face. Incredibly handsome, funny, smart, caring—and a firecracker in bed. The whole package. He’d never imagined meeting someone like him. Someone he already cared for and wanted to build a future with. Someone he... loved?
Whoa! Wasn’t it way too soon for the L-word? Maybe, but no other term seemed adequate. Well, plenty of time to explore that later. RJ turned on his side, intending to wait for the man to finish his nap. Soon after, he dozed off to the steady rise and fall of Jonah’s chest.
Chapter 23
RJ SETTLED THE WRAPPEDbundle in the back seat of Jonah’s car and retraced his steps to lock up the house. He wished they could have taken his truck, but it lacked the space to lay him down for the short drive. The Preserve was only about four miles away if memory served, and he was glad the sun hadn’t already set. The last thing he needed was to miss the access road and have to search in the dark.
Worry gnawed at his belly as he drove. He’d awakened earlier to find Jonah thrashing about and burning with fever. Unable to wake him, he watched helplessly as the poor man mumbled “please” over and over while calling for his mate. What should he do? Taking him to the after-hours clinic or emergency room seemed like overkill, and he couldn’t make any sort of medical decisions on Jonah’s behalf.
The only option—take him home and hope his brother knew what to do. Jonah spoke of meeting with Ben and Evan, though RJ never imagined doing it this way. He spotted the bright yellow security gates from the highway and slowed down to turn in. A uniformed man stepped out of the guardhouse and approached the car with a confused expression. The guard glanced at him, then looked into the back where Jonah lay sprawled on the seat. Unfamiliar with this vehicle, RJ fumbled for the button to roll down the window.
“I’m RJ Wilson. Jonah is ill, and I thought it best to bring him home.”
The security man on duty scented both Jonah and his mate through the open window and knewexactlywhat was going on. Without giving anything away, he retained a calm, professional expression.
“Wait here, Sir. Let me make a quick call.”
Trotting back to the hut, he picked up the phone and dialed Ben directly. He answered on the second ring.
“A human male named Wilson is at the gate with Jonah. He’s in heat! Should I send them on through?”
Ben’s growl spilled over the line.
“Try stalling for a couple of minutes while I get things ready. Tell him Jonah’s doctor is here and to pull right up to the packhouse doors. We’ll be waiting.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
He hung up, grabbed a pen and clipboard, and returned to the driver’s side door. He asked the man a few simple questions, receiving clipped answers. The human smelled distraught and nervous, eager to get Jonah some help, as any mate would.
