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He winced at how arrogant his own words sounded. For a few

moments, Paris just looked at him. Jace wondered what the other wolf

saw, or what he was looking for.

In truth, Jace desperately wanted to be what Paris needed, but he

didn’t think he was that man yet. No matter how much he tried, he

couldn’t keep Paris from those who would hurt him, from the people

who blamed him for Reed’s injury. As Paris’s mate, he was supposed

to protect the other man, but Jace hadn’t done a very good job so far.

He wouldn’t blame Paris at all if the smaller wolf didn’t want to be

his mate.

“Mating doesn’t work like that,” Paris whispered. “We always

know when we find our mates, whether we are at a bad point in our

lives or not.”

“That’s true, but sometimes we can mistake other emotions for a

mate bond.”

Paris recoiled as if he’d been struck. “So you think I’m a mistake?

Is that it?”

“No, sweetheart.” Jace reached for Paris, his resistance dwindling

with every second that passed. He pressed their foreheads together,

holding Paris tightly when the smaller wolf would have wiggled

away. “I’m not explaining myself correctly. I have no doubt we’re

mates. I just want to give you time to adjust to me and to your new

life.”

“I don’t want to adjust to this,” Paris shot back snappishly. “It’s

not the life I want in the first place. I’ve always dreamt of a true

family, of a mate who loves me. What I have now doesn’t cut it in the

slightest. And I’ve been ready for something different from the very

moment I realized we were mates.”

There was such decisiveness in Paris’s voice, such strength, that

Jace could not have refused the smaller wolf to save his life. He

brushed their mouths together once again and whispered, “Are you

sure, sweetheart? We can wait for as long as you need.”

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“Thanks, but no thanks.” Paris looked straight into his eyes, a hint

of vulnerability on his face. “Unless you don’t want me like I want

you.”

Those words sealed the deal for Jace. The uncertainty in his

mate’s tone pushed aside Jace’s misgivings. He couldn’t allow Paris

to believe Jace didn’t see the truth of their bond. “Don’t ever say

that,” he replied, unable to keep the growl from his voice. “Make no

mistake. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

He pushed Paris onto the grass once again and lowered his body

over that of the smaller man. Even if a part of him realized this was

hardly the best time for a mating, his wolf would hear nothing of it.

For once, Jace obeyed his beast. It was what both he and his mate

wanted. Why deny it? Refusing their connection would just hurt Paris

instead of protecting him.

Still, Jace was acutely aware that Paris didn’t have a lot of

experience. From what Paris had told him and the things Jace’s father

had found out, Jace had concluded that, in many ways, Paris had been

excluded from all aspects of life in a pack. Sexuality was most likely

new to him, and the innocent, if wanton, responses to what Jace had

done so far confirmed Jace’s original guess.

As such, Jace knew he had to take it slow. He had been lucky

enough to live around people who’d found their other halves, but

Paris hadn’t. For that reason and many others, he wanted to worship

Paris, to show the smaller wolf how beautiful making love could be

and what a mating truly signified.

Paris reached for him, obviously demanding to resume their

earlier frantic touches. Instead, Jace pinned Paris’s hands above his

head and brushed butterfly-light kisses over Paris’s eyelids. “Relax,

sweetheart. Let me show you just how much you mean to me.”

His mate seemed somewhat confused and anxious, but

nevertheless, he surrendered to Jace’s ministrations. Jace licked down

Paris’s Adam’s apple, lingering in the hollow of Paris’s neck when

his mate gasped in surprise. It seemed he had found a sensitive spot.

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How delightful.
Jace looked forward to tasting Paris all over and

finding all the other erogenous areas of Paris’s body.

He spent the next couple of minutes doing just that, sucking on

Paris’s neck, then, when that ceased to be enough, progressing down

Paris’s chest. He was instantly drawn to Paris’s pert little nipples. The

tight buds peaked as if demanding Jace’s attention. Jace couldn’t have

resisted if he wanted to. He sucked one of the bits of flesh into his

mouth, grinning to himself when his mate arched beautifully against

him.
Oh, yeah.
Things just seemed to be getting better and better, and

Paris’s innocent sensuality was drawing Jace out of his mind.

Even so, Jace stuck to his resolve, caressing Paris’s sides gently,

holding his mate down when Paris would have roughly thrust against

him. With a great deal of reluctance, he released the tiny bud from his

mouth and decided to go for its twin. As he sucked and bit on the

nubbin, he marveled at just how responsive his lover was. Jace knew

he could very easily get addicted to Paris’s sweet cries, to the way he

clung to Jace and writhed, wordlessly asking for more, but at the same

time, attempting to pull away. It was, in a way, endearing, but it also

fueled Jace’s lust. The predator inside him demanded his mate’s

submission, and the way Paris gladly gave it already strained his

control.

When he was satisfied that he had Paris well and truly incoherent,

Jace abandoned his mate’s nipples and licked down Paris’s smooth

chest to his belly button. He thrust his tongue inside the tiny hole, his

cock throbbing as Paris actually started to whimper. The need

escalated more and more inside him, but still, he bypassed Paris’s

cock, knowing that if he went there, he had no chance of stopping

himself from taking Paris, from fucking that sweet ass.

Jace traced the line of Paris’s hip with his tongue then progressed

farther over his mate’s legs. He found another sensitive spot behind

Paris’s knee no less. Discovering the smaller wolf’s body like this

was a joy in and of itself. Distantly, Jace noted that Paris tasted sweet

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all over. He could only imagine the incredible flavor Paris’s seed

would have.

Unable to hold back, Jace returned to Paris’s prick and lowered

his mouth over the thick shaft. Even here, Paris was beautiful,

pearlescent drops of pre-cum seeping out of his slender, rosy cock

like crystalline tears. Jace swept his tongue over the glans, moaning as

his mate’s taste exploded in his mouth. It was just as good as he had

expected, no, even better.

Faced with such a delicious treat, Jace abandoned all thought of

slow lovemaking. He took his mate’s cock deep into his mouth,

devouring his prize, reveling in the amazing feel of Paris’s length on

his tongue. He no longer held Paris in place, instead caressing Paris’s

hip in a silent urge that it was okay to let go, to lose control.

Paris did just that. He started thrusting inside Jace’s mouth,

fucking Jace’s face with abandon. Jace accepted it, loving the

sensations Paris’s unleashed passions created inside him. If he’d had

any doubt that they were mates, they were swept aside by what he felt

now. Jace had always loved giving head, as there was power in the

carnal act. He controlled the pleasure his partner received, and he

loved knowing that. Now, however, the emotions going through him

were very different. He enjoyed being the one to cause such ecstasy in

his mate. Even if they hadn’t completed their bond, Jace seemed to

experience an echo of Paris’s desire. It only impassioned him further,

and he sucked Paris’s prick deeply, taking it all the way into his throat

and swallowing around the head.

Paris released a low cry, and it was the only warning Jace got

before hot streams of spunk filled his mouth. Jace couldn’t suppress a

moan, greedily gulping down his mate’s offering. He drank every

drop and cleaned his mate’s cock with slow licks, already knowing

that he would be addicted to this for the rest of his life. For crying out

loud, he was already so close to coming that he wasn’t sure he could

get inside his mate without embarrassing himself.

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It seemed Paris had different ideas, though, or rather, thoughts of

payback. To Jace’s shock, his mate found a hidden strength in his

orgasm. He pushed Jace down and straddled him, his eyes glazed with

lust and need. “I want to taste you,” he murmured.

Jace could do nothing else but nod. He doubted he could have

refused his mate anything when Paris looked at him like that. Besides,

what guy in his right mind would refuse a blow job from his mate?

Naturally, their particular situation was somewhat different than

those of others. Paris began to lose his burst of zeal as he crawled

down Jace’s body. Uncertainty radiated from him as he shyly brought

his mouth to Jace’s cock. He looked up at Jace, scrutinizing Jace’s

face with anxious eyes. “I’ve never done this before,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to,” Jace immediately replied. “We’ll only do

what you’re comfortable with.”

Paris bit his lip in a strikingly endearing and innocent gesture.

Jace had to bury his fingers in the humid earth so as to keep himself

from reaching out and forcing his mate’s mouth on his prick. Yes, he

was aroused as hell, but he also would never do anything Paris

wouldn’t like.

The assurance seemed enough to encourage Paris into action. He

licked over the head of Jace’s cock, gathering the pooling pre-cum on

his tongue. Paris took it slow, learning, getting accustomed to Jace,

and while Jace would have loved to hasten the pace, he could

appreciate the sensual torture his mate unwillingly thrust upon him. If

they rushed into it, it would be all over before it even began. After all,

just the sight of his mate sucking his dick was almost enough to drive

Jace to climax.

But Paris was nothing if not a quick learner. Soon, the slow

exploration ceased, and Paris took Jace’s cock in his mouth. At first,

he attempted to rush things and ended up gagging. In spite of the

urgency flowing through him, Jace reached down and caressed Paris’s

head, threading his fingers through the other wolf’s hair. “Don’t try to

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take more than you can handle, sweetheart,” he told Paris. “We have

all the time in the world.”

That was only half true, since Jace hardly thought he could

withstand the pleasure his mate was giving him for much longer.

Nevertheless, Paris took the advice and the encouragement and

understood what Jace meant. His eyes drifted shut as he focused his

full attention on Jace’s prick.

At first, Paris’s inexperience showed, but the other wolf more than

made up for it in enthusiasm. In fact, the sensations coursing through

Jace were already more intense than anything he’d ever experienced

with other lovers. Only, he’d never had lovers, not really. He’d

partnered up with men and women in the past, but they’d all been

sexual liaisons and nothing else. Something had been missing, and

Jace had only found it now, in Paris.

With the perfection of his mate’s mouth working him, Jace

couldn’t hold back for much longer. As Paris bobbed his head up and

down Jace’s cock, Jace finally snapped. He thrust his prick deep into

the wet cavern and howled as a wave of ecstasy washed over him.

Some act of God kept him from closing his eyes as he came, and he

watched Paris drink down his cum like it was the most-delicious

elixir. A few drops of spunk dribbled out, as Paris was still new at

this, but that fact only made possessiveness swell inside Jace. It was

as if he had marked Paris with his seed, branding the other wolf as his

own.

When Paris released Jace’s dick, Jace noticed with a great deal of

satisfaction that he was still hard. His mate seemed in a similar state,

as his hard cock insistently nudged against Jace’s thigh.

This time, the wolf could no longer be denied. Jace yearned to be

inside Paris, to claim his mate in every way possible. Paris seemed to

guess his thoughts. He met Jace’s gaze and offered him a tentative