Page 26 of Blackmailed

“You’re all sweaty,” Jochi murmured.

“I am.” He didn’t move. “You’re naked, aren’t you?”

“Guilty.” Jochi rose then crossed to the small bassinet they’d set up in the living room. “He should sleep for a few hours now.”

Jefferson took a step toward his mate. “Good. I think it’s time.”

“You’re not setting yourself up for failure, are you?” His mate opened his robe and let it fall from his body, exposing every inch of his bare, tanned flesh to Jefferson’s gaze.

“I don’t care.” He pulled off his shirt while kicking off his shoes. “Whatever happens, happens.” He stepped out of his running shorts. “You smell so fucking good.” A growl rumbled up from his chest.

Jochi shivered. “Make that sound again, bèndàn.”

Without hesitation, he did. Jochi moaned and palmed his cock, stroking himself. “I have a feeling we’ll both be changed when the full moon is no more.”

“No doubt about it.” Jefferson took him down, bending Jochi over the couch. He inhaled and groaned. His dick jerked and precum dribbled from the tip. “It feels different this time.”

“Like in the kitchen?” Jochi faced him.

Jefferson shook his head. “No. More severe. I can’t explain it. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Jochi laughed. The tittering sound pushed away some of Jefferson’s fear. “You won’t.” He palmed both of their shafts and began to pump his fist. “You feel bigger.”

“Wolf genetics,” Jefferson joked.

“Indeed.”

Jochi continued to tease and toy with both of them until Jefferson thought he’d go insane. The coil of arousal and pleasure building low in Jefferson’s groin left him rabid for more. Jochi’s touch wasn’t enough to get him off though. For that, he had to be inside his mate. “No more.” He spun his mate back into position and widened Jochi’s stance. “Let’s see what happens now.”

Jefferson didn’t wait for him to agree. He placed the head of his cock to Jochi’s rear and pressed forward. The sound he made the minute he slipped past the tight band of muscle, had him pausing momentarily to make sure they hadn’t awoken their kitten. When he was sure they were safe, Jefferson slipped the rest of the way into his mate. This time, it was too hot. Too slick. He could feel everything, including the small tingles snapping along his length.

“Jochi...” He moaned against his mate’s shoulder.

“Let it go,” Jochi murmured. “Fuck me.”

Jefferson did too.

The wolf snapped to the forefront, taking the lead. Jefferson didn't interfere. Of everything, Kalkin tried to impart on Jefferson was the wolf's ability to join him in all activities. Since it was the first time, he'd be remiss if he didn't find the experience a bit disconcerting. He couldn't control the pace or the strength of his thrust. The main thought in his mind had been to knot and mark his mate. The potent idea had Jefferson losing control. He pushed Jochi lower, taking him to the floor behind the couch. He crouched over his mate, fucking him like an animal in rut. Like before, he couldn't get deep enough. Couldn't fuck the sensation of needing more out of his senses. Yet, it was also different. Already he could tell this time would be altered.

“Bèndàn,” Jochi whimpered. “So good. So much.”

“More,” he growled. “I need more.”

“Take it.” His mate stroked his dick. “Give it all to me. Knot me.”

Jefferson gasped. “Not something you should say right now.” He gripped his mate’s hip, digging his fingers into the supple flesh there. Jochi would once more wear his marks and Jefferson got off on it. He twitched inside his mate and moaned. “I can feel it.”

“Me too.” Jochi curled his free hand into a fist. “Please, so close.”

The man's rear fluttered around Jefferson's cock then began to pulse as he watched in fascination as his mate came. The sight left him lightheaded, but it was the sensation of his dick thickening inside Jochi that freaked Jefferson out, but also felt so fucking good and he didn't want it to stop. "It's happening. Oh, fuck."

He pounded into Jochi twice more before he couldn’t move at all. He let out a mighty howl before latching onto Jochi neck and biting down, causing his mate to come again. Jefferson’s release shot from him with such force, he thought he might blackout. His vision became fussy as he continued to pump his release into his mate. Any little movement caused him to hunch into Jochi. It was overwhelming and odd.

He lost control.

“Jochi... I can’t move. I can’t pull out.” He glanced down at where they were connected. His cum slipped out and a welling of possessiveness filled him.

“You’re going to be like this for a while.” Amusement twinkled in Jochi’s eyes. “I guess it worked.”

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