Free Jacks, Marcy - The Hunter's Omega Mate [DeWitt's Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks

too?”
    Tristan stiffened, and Isaac laughed again, rushing over to him,  grabbing him by the waist, and throwing him down onto the bed  before climbing on top of him like he  was getting ready to claim a  prize.
    They kissed some more, but there were more important matters at  hand, and Isaac got back to his knees long enough to take off his  jacket and pull his shirt over his head. Tristan started licking and  playing with his nipples by the time he reached down for his belt,  which slowed things, but Isaac was too horny to be put off track by  more foreplay.
    He finally got his pants off and, despite the urgency of the  situation, was careful to put his clothing neatly on top of Tristan’s  nightstand, still aware of all the guns in his holsters and how he didn’t  want them strewn carelessly across the floor.
    Then it was back down to business.
    Though Tristan had already taken Isaac inside of him, Isaac was still careful to use as much of the lubrication as possible. The tube wasn’t exactly small, but Isaac definitely used more than half of it, eagerly watching Tristan’s face, each squeeze of his eyes shut, every openmouthed gasp he made as Isaac tortured his prostate.
    “I love you,” he said.
    Tristan’s eyes popped open at the declaration. Isaac hadn’t even thought about it before he’d said it. It was just there. Like stating a fact, no different than if he’d suddenly pointed out that the sky was blue.
    Tristan reached for him. “I love you.”
    Isaac never thought he could feel so happy over something so small. Tristan lifted one of his legs over Isaac’s shoulder, and this time, unlike the last times they’d been together, it was lovemaking.  The kind of torturously slow, thrusting, kissing, looking into each

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    others’ eyes sort of thing that Isaac had never experienced before.
    What he liked the most was the way Tristan held him, squeezing  him tighter as he moaned, thrusting his hips to meet Isaac.
    They stayed almost perfectly in sync with each other until the  pleasure built, and Isaac could take no more and he had to come.
    All thoughts of lovemaking vanished in favor of just reaching the  end, and thankfully, Tristan was on the same page as we was about it  as he shifted his hips in time to meet Isaac.
    He  started speaking gibberish as Isaac slammed into him. “Oh,  Christ, fuck me, yeah.”
    It sounded something like that, but repeated over and over again  ten times fast.
    Isaac wasn’t sure how this mate thing worked, but as far as   soul mates went, he knew he’d found his, and he was never going to let  Tristan get away from him again.
    The room felt like it had gone up a hundred degrees since they’d started, but despite the heat, Isaac was happy to let Tristan pull him close on top of the covers of his bed.
    Isaac hesitated for a moment before he allowed himself to sink
    into the embrace, hardly remembering the last time someone had ever
    lovingly held him like this before. Or at all, for that matter.
    He hadn’t known he’d needed it so badly until Tristan offered it to
    him.

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    Chapter Eleven
    “How did your family pass?”
    The question was quietly asked, almost fearfully, like Tristan was
    afraid of the reaction Isaac would have.
    He did tense up a little in Tristan’s arms, not having seen the question coming, considering the way they were relaxing lazily, squished comfortably together on Tristan’s small bed.
    Isaac had already told him, that his family had been murdered by werewolves, so this could only mean that Tristan was asking for specifics.
    “I was fifteen,” Isaac said, doing his best to relax in Tristan’s embrace, and reminding himself that Tristan was not a thing like those monsters he’d seen way back then. “Nine years ago, my dad rented a cottage from his boss to take us out for some fun