Blue Mountain (Pack 1)

In reaction to being dominated at every level, Simon closed his eyes and relaxed. Nothing mattered but the taste of Mitch’s tongue and the weight of Mitch’s body.

“That’s it,” Mitch rumbled. “You’re mine.”

If he could have made his neck work, Simon would have nodded, but he was floating, his body no longer his own. It belonged to Mitch.

“My mate.” Mitch sprinkled kisses across his jaw and down his throat. “Going to take such good care of you.” He caressed Simon’s flank and kissed his eyelids. When Simon fluttered them open, Mitch was smiling at him. “There you are. How do you feel?”

“I feel great,” Simon said. Mitch had chased away his earlier frenzy. “I like being under you.”

“I like you there too.” Mitch rocked his hips, rubbing himself against Simon’s erection. “You look tired.”

“Mmm hmm.” Simon nodded. “But I don’t think I can sleep yet.”

“I’ll help you.” Mitch tilted sideways, sliding partially off Simon. He tucked his big hand under Simon’s shirt and shoved it up his chest and over his head. “Don’t worry, my body heat will keep you warm.” Once he’d bared Simon’s torso, he caressed his stomach and chest, and then circled his right nipple with two thick fingers.

“Oh,” Simon gasped at the unexpected pleasure.

Mitch curled his thumb up and squeezed Simon’s nipple.

“Ah!”

“You’re sensitive.” Mitch circled the bud with his fingertip before squeezing it again.

“I didn’t know.” Simon’s groin throbbed along with his nipple. “I’ve never done that.”

“I’m going to enjoy playing with you.” Mitch moved to the other side of Simon’s chest, tracing and tweaking his left nipple until it wrinkled and ached. “We’ll have so much fun.” He leaned down and flicked his tongue over each hard nub, leaving Simon breathless with arousal.

“Mitch?” Simon didn’t know what he was asking, but he was sure Mitch would understand and give him whatever he needed.

“Almost there.” Mitch tucked his fingers into Simon’s waistband and pulled off his sweatpants. “Look at you,” he said reverently as he stared at Simon’s groin. “Gorgeous.” He circled his fingers around Simon’s dick, lowered his mouth to Simon’s testicles, and began simultaneously jerking and licking him.

“Ah!” Simon shouted joyously. Nothing had ever felt as good, and he didn’t want it to stop. But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t keep the end at bay in the face of Mitch’s skilled attention. “I…I…” Simon arched his back, the pleasure coursing through him.

“Do it,” Mitch rasped before swiping his tongue across Simon’s glans and then dropping his mouth over it and sucking hard.

“Ungh!” Simon’s body froze, his lungs stopped working, and the most powerful orgasm of his life shot through him, the pleasure almost painful in its intensity. He groaned through every spasm, and by the time it ended, his muscles were languid and his throat was sore. He dragged in air and looked at Mitch in wonder.

He was kneeling between Simon’s legs, his briefs tucked under his balls and his cock in his hand. “Simon,” Mitch moaned as he ran his gaze over Simon’s exposed body. “Love you.” He stroked a few more times and then grunted as seed shot from his cock and streaked across Simon’s groin, belly, and chest. “Mmm,” Mitch said when he was done. “You look great like that.” He straightened his underwear and then rubbed his semen into Simon’s skin, marking him with his scent.

Shivering with pleasure and satisfaction, Simon said, “You make me feel so good.”

“I’m glad. You should always feel good.” Mitch kissed his hip. “You’re gorgeous when you come.” He lay down, wrapped his arm around Simon, tugged him close, and covered him with a blanket. “I want you to sleep now. It’s late, and with everything I have planned for you tomorrow, you’ll need your rest.”

Feeling like he’d run a marathon, Simon nodded agreeably, snuggled close to Mitch’s heated body, and fell asleep.

Chapter 11

With his mate in his arms and a comfortable bed underneath him for the first time in weeks, Mitch slept deeply. Unfortunately, if the fidgeting body beside him was any indication, Simon didn’t seem to be having the same luck.

“You restless?” Mitch asked, his voice gravelly. He kissed Simon’s nape and rubbed circles on his chest and belly, hoping to ease him back to sleep.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“’S okay. Sleeping close enough to you to feel you wiggle is a good thing.” He caressed Simon’s waist. “What’s keeping you up?”

“You.”

“Oh.” Mitch forced himself to wake up so he could concentrate on the conversation. “Do you need more, uh, personal space to sleep?” He hoped he’d kept the disappointment out of his voice. Sleeping curled up with his mate deeply satisfied both parts of him—wolf and man—and he’d hate giving it up.

“No, no. Not that.” Simon flipped around until they faced each other. “I love feeling you all around me.” He trembled. “It reminds me of when I was a kid and an Omega friend of my mom’s came over with her grandkids. They were my age and we used to shift together, play, and then fall asleep in a big pile.” He lapped at Mitch’s chin and whispered, “Only this is better.”