The KinKaid Wolf Pack Trilogy (10 page)

With every last drop drained from his balls, Mason's head lolled forward while he braced his upper body, his palms resting on his lover's chest. The pace of Evin's hips slowed. Mason watched as his lover released his grip on Mason's cock and took his cum-slickened fingers to his mouth. Mason heart bounded. Evin's lips parted, and with a look that said
fucking delicious
, he licked each digit clean.

"You are so wicked," Mason said, his voice hoarse.

"I could come from the taste of you alone." Evin's eyes narrowed, and he sucked the last drop of spunk from the tip of one finger.

Still burrowed deep inside, Evin came forward and wrapped his arms around Mason. Their lips sealed together in a heated lock of teeth and tongue. The salty flavor of his orgasm lingered on Evin's tongue, but the memory of the expression on Evin's face as he experienced his taste for the first time made the whole damn kiss that much hotter.

Their mouths parted on a gasp. "To bed," Evin whispered. "I need to fuck you now."

"I do love it when you talk like that." Mason gave a lopsided grin.

"Does it get you hot?" Evin tossed him a sly grin in return.

"You know it."

"Good. Then I plan to talk about fucking you a lot."

"Mmm... I like that idea."

They made quick work of coming apart and hauled ass to the bedroom. Mason dived onto the mattress and then flipped onto his back. Seconds later, Evin's long, muscular frame covered him, positioned between Mason's thighs. Without hesitation, Evin slammed home, his balls slapping Mason's ass.

"Holy shit!" Mason arched, grabbed the wrought-iron rails above his head, and wrapped his legs around his lover's hips.

Evin froze. "You okay? Did I hurt you?"

Mason released a moan and locked his gaze with Evin's. "Hell no." He shook his head.

"You like it rough, don't you?" Evin leaned in and brushed his lips over Mason's. His cock slid from Mason's ass, then with a flex of his hips, thrust deep once more, forcing a groan from Mason's throat.

"Yes," Mason bit out through clenched teeth. "Now fuck me—hard. I need this." He needed one more taste of the pleasure-pain Evin could bring. A physical reminder of what they'd shared for the past three days—that it had been real.

The bed rocked and the metal railings clanked with each pounding of Evin's cock into his ass. God. The man could fuck like an animal. He might have laughed at the pun if it weren't for the exquisite sensations coursing through his body and fogging his mind.

Evin tackled his mouth with a ruthless kiss, taking, demanding everything that he could give. And it was luscious. His head swam and his chest burned with the need for air. But damn if he wanted to stop just to breathe. His skin tingled. His cock, rock hard again, pulsed against his abs. Evin pulled back.

"Don't stop," he gasped. "Too good."

"Never, baby." Evin's lips grazed Mason's neck.

He licked a path down Mason's throat, creating gooseflesh across his skin. Mason moaned and tossed his head to the side, giving him more room. Over the angle of his lover's shoulder, Mason watched Evin's bare ass lift and bunch as he thrust into his. The sight had the cum in his balls threatening to erupt.

Suddenly Evin tensed, drove deep, and clamped on to the site of his previous bite right before sucking hard. Blood shot straight to Mason's head, hot and pulsing.

"Shit. Evin," Mason cried out between pants.

The sound of a growl reverberated in his ears as sharp teeth sliced into his shoulder. But this time, the pain that seized his mind morphed into an explosion of pure pleasure. Colors swirled before his eyes and burst into a showering rainbow on the heels of his spewing cock. Hot cum sprayed his abdomen in wave after wave of contractions until his balls were once again dry.

Dazed, Mason was barely aware of Evin sliding from him. The damp feel of his tongue gliding over the new marks on his shoulder sent another wave of shivers across his body.

"No more," Mason whispered. "Damn, I don't think I could survive another round like that."

A kiss landed on his cheek, then brushed his lips. "You were amazing, Brown Eyes." Mason reached up and threaded his fingers through his hair, holding Evin's blue gaze to his.

"You weren't half bad yourself, Wolf."

A lone, dark slash of a brow lifted. "Wolf?" A smile that was all teeth lit Evin's features. "Coming from you, I think I like it." He nodded, then leaned in and sealed his lips over Mason's, stealing his breath before jerking back on a gasp. "But only you," he growled.

Chapter Seven

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G
rabbing the handlebars, Evin righted the busted remains of his Ninja. The wheel was a lost cause, not to mention whatever else was bent all to shit on the rest of the bike. At a slow pace, dragging more than rolling the warped machine, Evin began the trek back toward the cabin.

There were at least three more hours till daylight, and he'd left Mason sound asleep in their bed, exhausted after all that had gone down. But sleep was a fantasy that wouldn't be fulfilled for Evin tonight.

He'd bitten Mason.

How the hell was he supposed to find enough peace inside his head to rest?

And what made it even worse was that his beautiful lover understood only half the picture. It was too soon to reveal the rest. Evin groaned. God, would Mason hate him when he confessed the whole truth? The bite was bad enough, but his DNA now swam in Mason's blood and was setting off a chain of events. Events that could not be stopped or cured. Within three days, Mason Thorne II would become one of them.

A light breeze lifted the hair off his nape, cooling the skin beneath as he approached the rear of the house. Evin breathed deep, sampling the wild scents riding the wind, then paused midstep and straightened.

"You can show yourself now, Rosa. I know you’re out there." He lowered the bike beside the deck and turned toward the tree line. A lone white wolf stepped from the shadows. At the sight of his sister, Evin couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. But inside, his gut twisted into a knot of concern that she'd taken such a chance to come here.

She trotted in his direction, her beautiful snow-white coat shimmering under the stars. Rosa had inherited her coat color from their mother, while Evin had inherited their father's dark coloration. But both had been born with the same color of eyes. Rosa slowed to a stop and then sat back on her haunches at his feet.

"Don't move. I'll be right back," Evin stated, then darted into the cabin and grabbed a blanket that he'd stored on the shelf by the door beside his spare clothes. She was right where he'd left her when he made it back outside. "Here." Evin unfolded the blue fleece and held it up, blocking his view while she shifted. Maybe some packs didn't give a shit who they flashed their naked asses to when shifting. But he did, especially when it came to his sister. He would always protect her—any way he could.

A moment later, warm, lithe fingers removed the blanket from his hands. "Thanks." He watched as Rosa wrapped the material around her.

"You shouldn't be here, sister." Evin crossed his arms over his chest.

She stepped closer and gently brushed her palm over his cheek. "You're my brother, and I sensed you needed me."

Evin covered her hand with his and then pulled it away, not letting go. "Tell me, was it you who stepped in front of Mason's car?"

A small smile played at her lips. "Mason? Is that his name?"

"Dammit..." Evin tossed his head back and released his hold on her hand. "You could have been killed," he said, bringing his gaze forward and capturing hers. "What possessed you to do such a thing?"

"I don't know." She shrugged and diverted her eyes toward the woods. "I can't explain it. I just knew I had to be there at that moment. For you." Rosa glanced back, concern written on her face. "The human...was he hurt? He seemed to be okay when I'd left."

"No." Evin shook his head, then on a sigh, rubbed his face with his palms before moving to the steps that led up to the deck and plopping onto the wooden surface. "He wasn't hurt." Rosa followed, coming to stand in front of him.

"But he's not okay now, is he, Evin?" she whispered.

Slowly, Evin lifted his head, finding the unconditional love his sister always held for him in her eyes. "I made a terrible mistake tonight. Something I thought I'd never allow to happen."

"Mason’s infected,” osa spoke the words he couldn’t seem to release from his throat. Evin closed his eyes. He couldn't tolerate seeing himself reflected in her gaze. This should have never happened. Ever since his first shift as a pubescent teenager, the pack had driven into his head the dangers of infecting a human. It was strictly forbidden for fear of discovery and possible genocide if humans ever learned of their existence.

"How did it happen?" Rosa eased down beside him on the step, her calm presence a steadying force. "Can you tell me?"

He recounted the last few hours of the night to his sister—minus, of course, the intimate details.

"You care for him very much." Rosa knew him too well. Evin glanced at his sister, then turned his gaze to the calluses that lined his palms. He nodded. "You've been in accidents before—pretty bad ones—and you've never lost control. But...those situations hadn't occurred when you were with the person you love."

Evin snapped his head in Rosa's direction. "Love? I never said I was in love with him."

A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "All right, big brother." She shrugged. "I'm just saying that maybe a part of you, subconsciously, wanted to hold on to Mason. So the wolf decided to lay claim to him for you, doing something that perhaps you hadn't come to terms with yet."

Dropping his head, Evin assessed his palms again. She made a good point. Pretty much hit the nail on the head, actually. He'd been struggling for the past twenty-four hours with the fact that Mason was leaving. Maybe the wolf had decided to do something about it.
Damn.
He hadn't meant to alter Mason's life without giving him a choice. His stomach churned.

"There is another reason I'm here tonight. Other than the fact that I could feel your distress."

"Yeah?" Evin leaned against the step behind him, facing his sister's profile.

"The full moon will be here in two days—the first since your twenty-fifth birthday."

The bottom fell out of Evin's gut, and bile scalded the back of his throat.
Could this night get any worse?
He swiped a hand over his mouth and jaw. If things had been different, in forty-eight hours, he would have assumed the role of alpha for the KinKaid pack. Since that would not be happening, it would be open season on his father. Evin had been so consumed with Mason, he'd totally pushed the date to the back of his mind.

"I knew this would be a difficult time for you as well, and to be honest, I didn't know if I could bear seeing what was to come for our father. As cruel as he can be sometimes"—Rosa twisted on the step and looked his way, wearing a sad smile—"he's still my dad."

Evin reached out and pulled her into his arms. "I know exactly what you mean," he whispered in her ear. "I've been so caught up with Mason, and just for a little while, was able to think about something else. I can't believe we're only two days..." Evin wrenched back.

"What?" Rosa stared up at him blankly "What's wrong, Evin?"

"The full moon... It's in two days." Evin jumped to his feet.

"Right." She nodded. "And...?"

"Mason... Oh fuck." Evin shoved both hands in his hair and groaned. "His primary shift will happen in two days."

Rosa's blue eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh no..." She stood, pulling the blanket tighter around her. "The moon will tear him apart. He won't survive unless you can get him to our healers so they can guide him through the change."

"And just how am I supposed to do that?"

"Yeah...I'd like to know that as well." The sound of Mason's voice sliced through Evin's heart like a hot blade. His chest burned with regret. He bit back a curse and glanced at the shadowed image of his lover standing in the open screen door. "And when you're done explaining that"—Mason stepped onto the porch, the screen door slamming behind him—"how about telling me exactly when the hell you'd planned on informing me of the nasty little side effect of your bite?"

Chapter Eight

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T
he next afternoon, Mason paced the small confines of Evin's home. His mind whirled, making him light-headed. He hadn't slept most of the night, and he was exhausted. After he'd overheard a portion of Evin's, and who he'd later learned was his sister, Rosa's, conversation, they'd spent the next few hours filling him in on the full consequences of his lover's bite.

He was infected.

The word rattled around inside his brain:
infected
. That had been the reason behind Evin's initial reluctance to deep kissing and his insistence on wearing a condom. It appeared there were a hell of a lot more scary things in the world that could be caught from your bed partner besides STDs. Like the sudden urge to turn into a fucking wolf during the next full moon.

A groaned bubbled up from his chest, and he sank onto the sofa. Evin had said they'd talk some more when he got home from the shop and while they were on the road. It was Tuesday, and the parts for Mason's car were scheduled to arrive. Their plans were to find a way to get him to the KinKaid pack healers so they could help him through his primary shift and keep the moon's pull from tearing him apart. Mason shuddered.

Primary shift tearing him apart.

Christ, he couldn't wrap his mind around the concept.

The sound of an engine nabbed his attention. Mason checked outside the window. It was Evin, making his way up the dirt driveway in Mason's BMW. He must have decided to leave work early and deliver Mason's car. The sight of the other man's large frame behind the wheel, the top down and his long hair lifted by the breeze, had Mason's chest constricted in a vise grip. Apprehension, lust, fear of the unknown, all had him strung so tight, it felt like the air had to fight its way into his lungs. He didn't know whether to grab Evin when he came through the door and fuck him senseless, or beat the shit out of him for turning his world upside down.