Red River Read Online Free Books by Cardeno C. (Pack #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Pack Series by Cardeno C.
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
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“Jobe.” Wesley’s voice shook and a hint of fear trickled through him. “What is this?”

“It seems those hours we spent with Mother Nature whetted her appetite and now she wants to be sated.” He licked his lips and bucked his hips, bringing their groins in closer contact. “She’s not one for subtlety, but the choice is always ours to make.” He leaned up and skated his lips across Wesley’s bare shoulder, up his neck, and over to his ear. “I’ll always choose you, Wes, and I’ll always wait for you.” He flicked his tongue against Wesley’s earlobe and then suckled on it. “No matter how much time you need, I’ll wait.”

“Don’t need time.” Wesley turned his head and captured Jobe’s mouth with his own. “Need this.” He tangled his fingers in Jobe’s soft, straight hair and held his head still as he plundered his mouth. Their tongues danced, teeth nipped, and lips smashed together as roughly as their grinding bodies. “Need you.”

The bedroom was too far, but the couch would do. Wesley stumbled to it blindly, his hands roving over Jobe’s smooth skin and his mouth feasting on Jobe’s lips. They eventually hit the soft fabric and Wesley sat down, gripped Jobe’s hips in both hands, and yanked him forward.

“What… Wes!” Jobe’s question was lost in a passionate shout when Wesley sucked his erection between hungry lips.

He reveled in the man’s flavor dripping onto his tongue, being absorbed into him, becoming a part of him. “Mmm,” he moaned as he dropped his mouth lower, taking in as much of Jobe’s hardness as he could fit.

As with all things, Jobe didn’t take over and he didn’t demand. He flowed with Wesley, moving in concert with him to encourage pleasure for both of them. When Wesley gripped Jobe’s hips, pulling and pushing, Jobe easily adjusted to the new pace. He smoothed his palms over Wesley’s wrists, forearms, biceps, and shoulders, before curling them around his head and hanging on for the ride.

Part of Wesley wanted to keep sucking and licking until he could drink down Jobe’s essence, but his own cock throbbed with need, his balls ached, and his skin itched to feel Jobe’s warmth. So after a few more bobs of his head, he lay down across the couch and tugged Jobe on top of him. They slotted together smoothly, mouths reconnecting, hands roaming, and cocks gliding side by side against their bellies. The feeling of Jobe’s shaft moving over his crinkled scar aroused Wesley nearly as much as the friction on his own cock.

“So good,” he moaned as he wrapped his arms around Jobe. “Everything with you is amazing.” He clutched Jobe’s ass, digging his fingers into the muscles, and rocked his hips up as he tugged Jobe down.

“Lord.” Jobe’s eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open. “I’m so close already.”

“Me too.” How could he not be? They’d both been starving for it from the minute they changed into their human forms.

Jobe lowered his face and brushed their lips together as he gazed into Wesley’s eyes. The kiss was gentler than the one they had shared earlier, but with their bodies sliding together and Jobe looking at him with adoration and yearning, it was just as powerful. Before Wesley realized it was happening, he hit the crest and fell into immeasurable pleasure, his cock shooting hot seed between them.

Wesley’s scar tingled, as if he had stretched it, and he must have shouted as he came because his throat was raw, but he couldn’t remember what he said or did, only the intensity of his orgasm and the heat of Jobe’s body writhing on top of him. When his vision finally cleared, he saw Jobe, his expression wild and desperate.

“Wes, Wes, Wes, I—” Jobe’s voice cracked and his eyes shown with unshed tears as he stared between them at his cock, sliding through the release coating Wesley’s stomach.

A sense of inevitability washed over Wesley, as if his entire life had been a rehearsal for this moment, this place, this man. Being in Red River as Jobe Root’s mate no longer seemed like a business deal between packs or a role Wesley fell into by happenstance. He was essential to this pack and this Alpha and they were essential to him. This was right, it was necessary, it was destiny.

“Yes,” Wesley groaned. “Come on me.”

With a euphoric shout, Jobe did.

Chapter 8

Although his couch was big and soft, it wasn’t designed to hold two sleeping men, so despite being sated and exhausted, Jobe woke after only a few hours, pulled Wesley off the sofa and half supported, half dragged him into the bedroom. The instant Wesley hit the mattress, he curled into a ball and began breathing slowly and deeply, already asleep again. Or maybe he hadn’t woken up in the first place. Either way, Jobe liked seeing his mate in their bed.


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