Jacks, Marcy - Eli's Reluctant Mate [DeWitt's Pack 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks

of lotion that his eyes landed on, and then  jogged back to his bedroom where Chris still waited for him.
    Eli had to stop at the sight. His mate was sitting on Eli’s bed,  leaning back on his hands, his chest exposed, mouth plump and pink  from kissing, and his hair gorgeously dishevelled.
    Eli really did feel like the luckiest man on the planet.
    “What’s that?” Chris asked, nodding to the bottle.
    Eli took the time to look at it. “Skin cream.”
    “Like taking care of your good looks, do you?” Chris asked, a  playful smile on his face.
    “More likely one of the female omegas left it behind after they  moved out.” He squirted a little of it into his hand and rubbed his  fingers together. It would serve.
    He looked down at Chris, and then gave him the bottle, then took  off his jeans. “Lube your fingers with that.”
    Chris’s eyes popped open wide.  “Me?”
    Eli climbed into bed with him, naked, his body still hungry and  twitchy for Chris’s touch. He wanted to put his cock into Chris’s  body, wanted to fuck him again and again, but now that his human  mind was logically thinking, he had to act before the moon got too  high and he completely lost it again.
    “I don’t know if you’ve ever had sex with another man before, but  my first time, I didn’t like it by a long shot. You’re too nervous to do  it like this, and when I get into mating mode, I won’t be too worried  about whether or not you’re enjoying yourself at all.”
    “But—” Chris looked helplessly at the bottle in his hand. “I don’t  know how to make you like it either.”
    Eli smiled at him and kissed him. “Trust me. I’m going to like  anything you do to me tonight. I’ll show you the basics and leave the  rest to you.”

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    He did, and somehow Eli’s little minilesson on proper sex only served to make him want it all the more, and when Chris finally got his pants off, tossing them onto the floor, Eli could clearly smell theother man’s musk. It was proof that he wanted this, too.
    Chris took his lubed fingers and pressed one into Eli’s hole. Eli had gotten onto his hands and knees to make this as easy as possible for the both of them, but he hadn’t been kidding when he said he would like anything Chris did to him.
    That one finger was enough to make him moan in need, and Chris hadn’t even touched his prostate.
    Chris jumped at the sound. “You sure about this?”
    He asked as though he thought Eli had faked the noise just to
    encourage Chris on.
    Eli’s body was on fire now, everything inside of him thumping,  his blood rushing like a hot river of lava through his veins. He needed  this. He had to mate. Needed to do it, to have Chris’s cock inside him,
    even if his body wasn’t prepared to  take it yet. “Yes! Yes, just fuck
    me!” he demanded.
    Chris, however, seemed determined to take his time, and whether
    he knew it or not, that was sheer torture for Eli.
    As Chris inserted a third finger, Eli began pressing his body back against the digits, fucking himself on them, and the tips of Chris’s fingers came very close to rubbing against that spot inside of him.
    Not a full on touch, but the electric sizzle was still there, and Eli
    groaned, his heavy cock pulsing between his legs, demanding
    satisfaction.
    “Fuck me, right now!” he demanded. He’d seen what Chris’s dick  had looked like when the other man had taken off his pants. He was as  big, heavy, and thick as Eli. Maybe slightly more so. If Chris would  just hurry it up and put that thing inside of him he would come with  no problem at all.
    And then they would do it again and again.
    “You’re not ready yet,” Chris said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

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    The fact that he was taking so long preparing him was hurting
    him! Couldn’t Chris see that?
    It annoyed him