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sharp-tongued
Gamma. It was better at least, than an injured and frightened wolf.
    “I’d rather fuck you.” The crass words were out
of Derrick’s mouth before he could stop himself. He’d expected Jack to look
disgusted, but the Gamma only turned a bright shade of red.
    “Well, why don’t you? Big man like yourself,
heck a deadly, beautiful wolf like you, wouldn’t have any trouble taking a
little Gamma like me.”
    Derrick was flabbergasted. It didn’t seem Jack
was lying. He might have delivered his little speech in a defiant and
challenging matter, but Derrick found it endearing. In fact, the little Gamma
sounded and looked so serious that Derrick wanted to grab his face and kiss him
again. This time though, there would be much more than kisses.
    “What?” Jack finally asked at Derrick’s
silence, cheeks still red.
    “You called my wolf beautiful.” Derrick
swallowed. “I don’t think it is. Flattery won’t get you anywhere, little wolf.
I’ve known for a long time that there’s nothing remotely special or interesting
about me.”
    The Gamma did the worst thing Derrick could
imagine. He threw back his head and laughed a full-throated laugh. If Derrick
weren’t so ashamed or pissed he would have sealed those damned lips shut. When
Jack saw Derrick’s grim expression, he stopped.
    “Wait … you can’t be serious?” The Gamma
sobered up. Derrick nearly winced when Jack reached out to touch the rough
bristles of his unshaven cheek.
    “Let me prove it to you then, how I see you,”
Jack said, leaning forward until their noses were touching.   “Let me prove it to you that I’m worth
keeping.”
    “Hold on a second, isn’t your foot injured? We
need to get that checked,” Derrick pointed out, hating himself for the interruption.
    “It’s all healed up,” the Gamma insisted.
Derrick wasn’t sure why the little wolf looked so pissed when he demanded he
lie down so he could make sure the injury was indeed healing. Why the hell
wasn’t his leg wrapped in bandages? Derrick furrowed his brows and touched the
dried blood. Why wasn’t it bleeding?
    “Are you always such a damn worrywart?” Jack
challenged when Derrick disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a
first-aid kit.
    “Just shut up and let me examine the wound,”
Derrick demanded, sitting by the bed. It only got on his nerves the way Jack
looked smugly at him when he cleaned away the dried blood. The wound wasn’t
just healing. It was fully and completely healed. Only a shiny pink scar
remained.
    “How’s this possible?” Derrick found himself
asking.
    “Mate bonds work the same as pack magic,” Jack
explained, crossing his arms. “Satisfied?”
    “I’ve heard of that, but I’ve never actually
seen it,” Derrick murmured.
    “So can we continue, or do you have another
excuse?” Jack demanded.
    Derrick had a mind to say something witty, but
the Gamma slid one hand at the back of Derrick’s neck and leaned forward to
kiss him again. His other hand rested on Derrick’s chest. Warmth exploded inside
Derrick’s mouth, making him pull Jack towards him. The Gamma didn’t protest. He
only leaned closer, his skin rubbing against him.
    The need to touch his mate enveloped him. Their
bodies needed to touch and kiss, to caress and torment, and to know every
single inch of each other. It eluded Derrick suddenly, why he’d been such a
fool. How did he live this long, without knowing the touch of his fated mate?
    Derrick could feel the Gamma’s wolf, contained
inside his lovely lean body. Jack’s wolf happily rubbed against his own wolf,
and the great red only rumbled its growing approval. The Gamma’s pert hands
wandered, tweaking one of his nipples until it was hard. Derrick moaned, but it
was silenced by Jack’s persistent mouth. Jack’s hand wandered with deliberate
slowness down his chest and his belly, until it curved around his growing
hardness.
    Derrick dislodged his mouth to whisper, “You
horny little