Jacks, Marcy - Mason Returns to His Mate [DeWitt's Pack 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks Page A

could remember was fuzzy, but there was no
    mistaking what it had been. At least not to him.
    “Derek  ”—

    “Mason,” Derek cut him off, mocking his voice. “I wasn’t exactly  fighting to get away. I remember you coming to me that day,  practically knocking down my door before I could answer it. The  second you  saw me, you picked me up and tossed me on the couch,  and I’ve never been fucked so good in my life.”
    “ What? ”

    “Then we went into the bathroom, and then the kitchen, and then
    my bedroom, and long after I thought I couldn’t come again, you  wrung another one out of me. I remember waking up to my house  trashed, yes. My ass was killing me, but you were gone, Mason. That  was the worst feeling in the world, waking up to find your almostboyfriend had just taken off after spending the night. Then I went to  James, and you have no idea how much I’ve been torturing myself  with this the last ten years.”
    Derek’s eyes were swimming, but simply because he was able to  hold back his tears didn’t mean that Mason felt any less shitty for  having caused them.
    “Derek, I’m sorry. I―”
    Derek grabbed him and held on tight. Mason allowed himself the  luxury of hugging him back.
    All these years. All these years of sleepless nights and guilt, and  he hadn’t done what he thought he’d done. Derek had wanted him,  even when he was at his most wild. It made Mason want to sing.
    That feeling was sidetracked by the realization that he’d been  unintentionally hurting his mate in other ways, and he held Derek  back as tightly as he was able, allowing himself the freedom to take in  the other man’s scent, to enjoy their bodies pressing together.
    “Please don’t leave again,” Derek begged.
    “I won’t,” Mason said, pressing his lips to the softness of Derek’s  hair. Then his lips found Derek’s earlobe, then his neck, and when

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    Derek turned into him, their mouths met.
    That wonderful electric feeling returned, and Mason’s fingers clenched around the muscles of Derek’s abdomen.
    Derek pressed himself against Mason’s body. Their breathing became hitched and raspy incredibly fast.
    “I missed you so much,” Derek said.
    “Missed you, too,” Mason said, grabbing Derek’s jaw and putting their mouths together again.
    It was hard to take it slow enough that their teeth wouldn’t clash while they wanted to keep the frantic pace they’d set for themselves.
    When Derek’s tongue touched Mason’s lips, he opened his mouth and allowed that wonderful tongue to slide inside. Derek tasted like coffee. He tasted wonderful.
    Mason gripped the fabric of the Spider-Man T-shirt and began pulling at it, stretching the material until Derek took the hint  and lifted his arms above his head, allowing Mason to remove it, exposing his gorgeous chest.
    He bent down and took one of those budding nipples into his mouth. Derek gripped his shaved head with one hand and held onto the counter with the other. The gasps he made were the sweetest sound Mason had ever heard.
    He was a fool. What an idiot he’d been for all these years, punishing himself for something he hadn’t even done, denying them both this pleasure.
    The thought was like a punch in the gut. They’d lost ten years because of him.
    He only hoped Derek would forgive him for that as well, but for now, he wasn’t thinking entirely with his brain.
    There was only one thing he wanted, and his wolf wanted it, too.
    “Fuck me right now, Mason,” Derek demanded. “Right here.”
    His mate wouldn’t be denied this time.

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    Chapter Five
    Derek dragged Mason down onto the floor with him, putting the other man on top of him, luxuriating in the feel of their bodies pressed together.
    They were actually going to do this. Mason wasn’t going to run away from him again, and