Chapter 33
Jackson heard the door to the suite lock; suddenly Steel was behind him, his mate’s hard cock nestling between his cheeks.
“Now, where were we?” queried Steel, reaching down to unzip Jackson’s pants.
He pulled out his mate’s cock, slowly tugging it, using Jackson’s pre-cum as a lubricant.
“Well, I see someone was a good boy,” Steel crooned into Jackson’s ear.
“Too bad… I was so looking forward to punishing you. I’ll have to save that for another time. ”
Jackson moaned, unable to do anything except tremble in his mate’s arms. The sensations of Steel’s hand on his cock, his mate’s iron rod grinding against his ass, along with the promise of a future punishment was too much for Jackson to bear.
Shouting Steel’s name, he shot his cum all over his mate’s hand.
Breathing in short gasps, he leaned back against Steel’s chest, thankful his mate had a firm grip on him since his legs were trembling violently and he was in danger of falling.
Steel lifted Jackson into his arms, carrying him to the bedroom.
Jackson felt himself lowered gently onto the bed, his mate murmuring words of love.
Then, Steel took off his mate’s shoes and pants before getting a warm, wet washcloth from the bathroom, running it over Jackson’s cock and belly.
He leaned down, pushing Jackson’s shirt up over his baby bump before kissing and licking every inch of it.
Rising to his feet, he undid Jackson’s light-blue, button-down, pulling his mate’s arms from the sleeves, one at a time, before removing his shirt.
Finally, he stood back, his eyes examining Jackson from head to toe, noting with pleasure that his mate’s cock was ready to play some more.
Jackson stared up at Steel’s face which was filled with heat, desire, and lust. Shivering at the intense emotion he saw there; he wanted his mate to fuck him so hard and so fast he’d feel it tomorrow.
Jackson bit his lower lip, lazily stroking his newly hardened cock while continuing to gaze at his mate’s face.
With his other hand, he gripped Steel’s cock, stroking it in time to his own.
Jackson saw Steel’s eyes darken to obsidian as they bore into his.
Trembling at the series of growls rising from his mate’s chest, Jackson knew he was going to get the fuck of a lifetime.
Tossing a bottle of lube he’d placed on the nightstand onto the bed, Steel followed, kneeling between Jackson’s legs. Pushing aside his mate’s hands, he commanded, “This is mine tonight!” His hand circling Jackson’s cock with his fingers, teasing it with soft, easy strokes.
Jackson began to thrust his hips trying to gain the friction and speed he needed to come again.
Steel would have none of that. Using one hand to still Jackson’s hips, he rasped, “Stop moving or you won’t come tonight, understand?
” Stopping the tease of his mate’s cock, he could see Jackson was beside himself—his need so desperate he could only toss his head from side to side as he tried to answer.
But Steel remained frozen, demanding a verbal answer from Jackson.
Finally, when his mate sobbed a faint, “Yes, I understand,” Steel resumed his cock teasing while lowering his mouth to Jackson’s balls.
He sucked and circled them with his tongue until he ended up at Jackson’s puckered hole, rimming it before stiffening his tongue and breaching it.
As he tongued-fucked his mate, he synchronized his thrusts with the movement of his hand on Jackson’s cock.
Jackson was keening as he held still, his body demanding more but his mate unwilling to give it to him right now.
Looking for relief from the passion consuming his body and soul, Jackson’s head kept tossing and his hands grasped the coverlet.
Finally, he was reduced to begging, calling out, “Steel, please, have mercy on me!” Then, nearly senseless, he became overcome by his feelings of need and lust, unable to do anything more than shout out his mate’s name over and over.
Finally, his mate gave him what he so badly needed.
Jackson felt his legs being bent up and Steel’s cock thrusting into him in one long push.
He let out a wild cry that resounded throughout the room.
Halting briefly, Steel gazed at his mate, watching the pleasure roll across the face he loved so much.
He pulled out until just his tip was inside, then pushed hard back in.
His mate grunted, then yelled, “More! Harder!” Steel ratcheted up the speed of his thrusts.
With his cock in the tight channel of his mate, he was consumed with pleasure and knew he’d never get enough of it.
Steel became a fucking machine, pounding his mate so hard the bed started to move.
But he didn’t slow down—he wanted his mate to savor this all day tomorrow.
He wanted to mark his mate in the most intimate way possible between two men.
Tomorrow, he wanted to see his mate wince each time he sat down, reminding him of their lovemaking tonight.
Steel felt his balls tighten and tingle signaling he was ready to come. He reached down for his mate’s cock, stroking it hard and fast, whispering in his ear, “Come for me.”
Jackson howled as his cock shot out globs of white cream onto his chest and face.
Steel howled in unison with his mate, shooting his passion deep into Jackson.
Collapsing on Jackson’s chest, Steel was careful to keep most of his weight supported by his arms and off his mate’s belly.
Slowly they came back to earth; their breathing slowed, rapid heartbeats subsided and Steel, pulling out of Jackson, rolled over on his side, and drew his mate into his arms. There, side-by-side, the lovers fell into a deep sleep.
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Steel awoke first, his arms wrapped around Jackson and one of his legs between his mate’s.
Sniffing deeply, he caught the scent of last night’s lovemaking encrusted on their bodies—gods, he loved that smell.
The session had taken it all out of them both.
They’d slept through the night, never even waking to grab dinner.
But fuck, it was worth it. The Fates gave him the perfect mate and once again he thought how lucky he was—taking the shortcut home; it was the best decision he’d ever made.
Yup, as soon as he spotted Jackson that day, he knew that man was perfect for him.
“You’re perfect for me, too, and yes, I’m really glad you took the shortcut and found me,” Jackson said sleepily, reading Steel’s mind.
“Hey babe, good morning. Did I wake you?”
“Well, actually,” Jackson said, rolling over to face his mate, “it was your growling stomach that woke me. And then I realized I was very hungry, in fact, I’m starving. You’re falling down on your mate responsibilities.”
“Oh, really?” Steel asked, tickling Jackson.
“No, no,” giggled Jackson, “not this morning. I’ll take it back. Please, stop,” he said, struggling to avoid Steel’s tickles. “I take it back! You are a superb mate, really,” he said, finally rolling away from his mate’s wicked fingers.
Jackson sat up on the edge of the bed, looking down at his chest. “Ugg, dried cum. I need a shower,” he declared, heading for the bathroom. “Are you joining me?” he asked with a wink, before disappearing through the door.
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After their shower, Steel padded into the living room to await the arrival of their breakfast he’d ordered from room service. After it was delivered, he shouted, “Chow time!”
Jackson emerged from the bedroom, smiling with delight at the big spread on the dining room table. “Hey, thanks, babe. I think I’m moving into my ‘eat a cow at every meal’ phase because I could devour most of this.
“Eat as much as you want,” Steel said. “I can always order more.” He set down the newspaper he was reading, passing Jackson the scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausages, and sliced breakfast ham.
As his mate heaped his plate with lots of meat and scrambled eggs, Steel poured orange juice and coffee for them.
Soon the only sound in the room was the clink of silverware against plates.
After Jackson finished, his mate poured more coffee for them. “Well, are you ready for your first day in San Francisco?” Steel asked.
“Yup. What do you have planned?”
“This morning, I thought we would do a little shopping.”
“Shopping? Like shopping-shopping?”
Steel laughed, “Yes, babe. Shopping for our pup. There are some great baby stores in this city and I thought you might want to take a bite out of the clothes list my mother told me was ‘modest’.”
Jackson smiled brightly. Oh yeah, he was up for that kind of shopping with his mate—wait—what was that about the list… “Modest? Your mother thinks the pup should have more clothes?”
“Yes, she thought Logan may have been careful about spending my money when he made the list,” Steel said, chuckling.
“Fuck, I can see this kid will have enough clothes to start his own store if we follow her advice. Let’s just stick to the original list.”
“Okay, then let’s go.”
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Steel watched Jackson shop for their pup, enjoying his mate’s enthusiasm for everything with a wolf on it as the shopping bags began to fill.
His personal favorites were the onesies—yes, they found out what onesies were—with wolf sayings on them.
Jackson bought several that said Wolf Pack’s Newest Member, Raised by Wolves, and his personal favorite, Throw me to the Wolves and I will Return Leading the Pack.
Steel had a sneaking suspicion the pup would be leading all of them from the moment he was born.
Jackson squealed, holding up a small t-shirt that said Wolf Pack Pup, exclaiming, “Look, babe, here are matching t-shirts for us!” and held up a much larger one that read Wolf Pack Alpha.
He was enthralled by all the baby clothes he saw.
This was the third store Steel had taken him to and it was the best. The saleslady suggested items Logan hadn’t included; Jackson hoped his brother would never realize that because he’d tease Jackson mercilessly about buying so much.
Steel saw his mate tiring and stepped in to stop the shopping frenzy. “Babe, it’s noon and this wolf needs his food.”
“Oh, right, I didn’t realize the time.”
Steel paid and asked that everything be sent to the St. George. Then taking Jackson’s hand, he led him out to the waiting car. “The Pier House, please,” Steel told the driver.
Jackson rested his head against Steel’s shoulder, thinking about all the wonderful clothes he’d found for their pup. He enjoyed the shopping trip more than he ever thought. He closed his eyes for a second before hearing, “Wake up, babe, we’re here.”
Jackson looked around. He saw a low, white, wooden building with bright blue trim.
Steel said a few words to the driver before helping his mate out.
Entering the restaurant, he admired the causal sea shanty décor as Steel steered him to a waterside table on the outside deck.
Ignoring Steel’s invitation to sit, Jackson stood there, transfixed by the view.
“Babe, sit down,” said Steel. Jackson finally sat and closed his mouth as Steel chuckled. “Thought you might enjoy eating out here today because of the sunny weather.”
“I love it. Look at all the sailboats on the bay. And the ferries and cruise ships, holy cow, look at all of this,” Jackson said, waving his hand toward the bay. “And look! There’s a dolphin!”
Steel loved seeing his mate so happy and excited. Jackson’s life wasn’t easy before he came along and he vowed to make the rest of it better; it seemed he was off to a good start. He perused the menu, thinking about what his mate would like. “Babe, do you want me to order for you?” he asked.
But Jackson’s eyes were still firmly fixed on the water scene in front of them. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he mumbled.
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The food was great, the view fantastic, and the company delightful making lunch a dream come true mused Jackson.
Steel led him to Chinatown after lunch where he was overwhelmed by the throngs of people walking the streets.
Strolling along, his mate held his hand as they looked at the unique architecture, people-watched, and window shopped the odd and unique shops.
Jackson stumbled into an old book store, buying some books to give to Logan, Colton, and Dakota as gifts.
After stopping at the Golden Gate Bakery for a couple of egg custard tarts?which they devoured on the spot?Steel then bought them a bag of cookies from the Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory.
But Jackson didn’t need cookies to foretell his future; he already knew and it was all good.
Finally, his mate led him to a side street where the car was waiting to take them back to the hotel. As they wove through traffic, Steel asked, “Did you have a good day, babe?”
“Loved it. Loved everything about it. Thanks so much, lover. It was better than anything I could ever dream of,” he said, sighing, snuggling up against his mate.