Jacks, Marcy - The Blind Werewolf Assassin [DeWitt's Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free PDF

growled back, and Nick relished the opportunity to battle  over who would be topping the other.
    And it was a battle. No punches were thrown, no biting and no  scratching, no blood. This wasn’t a war, but enough of a struggle had  to ensue before each of their respective inner alphas was satisfied that  enough of a fight had been put up for dominance.
    There were times when Adam won, and then most of the other
    times Nick had won. Very few times did they bother to make an adult  decision about it beforehand. It just wasn’t as much fun that way.
    Nick won their wrestling match this go around, ducking down and  hooking his arms around Adam’s knees, hauling him off his feet  before slamming him onto his back into the soft moss beneath them.
    When he had the other man safely pinned, Nick gently put his  hand to Adam’s throat, feeling the way the other man turned it,  exposing it more to him, offering him the submission that he’d  rightfully won.
    “You always were a cheat,” Adam muttered halfheartedly.
    “You always were predictable,” Nick countered.
    Adam always did leave  his legs open for attack. Nick may or may  not have to let him in on this weakness of his in their next lesson
    together. Unfortunately, that would also mean Nick would have to  give up his secret formula for besting him during these private  matches.
    Maybe he would just keep this bit to himself.
    Once the dominant was decided upon, they both ripped at each other’s clothing, nipping kisses for every article that was removed.  Adam got Nick’s shirt off and tossed it above their heads. Sounded

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    like it landed in the bush just to the north of them. Nick would have to  keep track of where everything was. He doubted Adam was doing it.
    Adam’s skin was hot, his fingers eagerly tracing around the lines  of scars that Nick had acquired over the years, most of which were  fine  and barely there. It wasn’t often that a hunter could get the jump  on him with any silver-plated weapon, after all.
    Then Adam’s hand flattened and slipped under the waist of Nick’s  pants, finding his cock and gripping it, stroking it.
    Nick kissed the side  of Adam’s mouth, lifting himself up enough  to reach into his pocket before his pants were tossed aside as well.
    The lube was there. Actually, it was a small tube of moisturizer.  Had he known he and Adam would be doing this, he would have  brought the real thing. But he’d tried this brand on his own skin, and  it would serve.
    He slathered his fingers, found Adam’s hole, and dipped them in.  Tight. He was nice and tight. Nick doubted Adam had remained as chaste as Nick had, but he hadn’t had anyone in a while. Good.
    Adam made little sounds of encouragement, and Nick thrust in a third finger.
    “Fuck, that feels nice,” Adam said.
    The last time he and Nick were together, Adam had said that he’d missed him. He wondered if he could get Adam to say anything else if he got him wound up enough.
    Spreading his legs further apart ever so slightly, Nick took hold of  Adam’s cock and stroked it in time with his thrusting fingers. Adam keened, the same sound Nick remembered that he used to make
    whenever Nick touched him like this .

    “Oh, God, keep doing that!”
    “You like that, baby?” Nick cooed.
    “Yes,” Adam hissed, humping into Nick’s hand and fingers.  “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” he begged.
    Just the sound of his voice was enough to make Nick’s dick pulse  and swell with need. He wished he could see Adam’s face. Watch as

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    his mouth opened and eyes screwed shut as he was pleasured. The  way his body would tighten up as Nick—
    “Nick! Stop messing around and do it!” Adam demanded.
    Right, back to business. Nick removed his fingers, added a little  more of the moisturizer to his hand, and