Authors: Marcy Jacks
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lips.
Adam gripped his shoulders with one hand. The other he used to cover his mouth, keeping the sounds he was making in check, not wanting anyone to come over and see what all the commotion was.
He thrust his hips against Nick’s mouth, hardly giving him any time to adjust, but Nick practically deep-throated him on the first go. He always had been good at this.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Adam moaned, thrusting and fucking Nick’s mouth. “I missed you so fucking much.”
Nick’s response was to grab Adam around the hips and sink down until his nose was right into Adam’s pubic hair. Then he pulled back until only the head of Adam’s cock remained between those pink lips of his, and then he sank back down. Again and again.
Adam moaned low in his throat. He wanted nothing better than to ram his cock down Nick’s throat as hard and fast as he could go. He wanted to claim the other man as his, the way he’d wanted to do back when they were both still twenty years old, but he couldn’t. Even in anger he couldn’t do something like that.
Instead, he just focused on the building pleasure and how good Nick’s warm mouth and tongue felt against his rigid prick.
He fought against his orgasm, as hard as he could and for as long as he could. He prevented its arrival until it finally swept through him, rushing out of him. Nick caught every drop of his cum in his mouth and swallowed it down.
Adam had to lean heavily on Nick’s shoulders after that. His one foot was still not ready for all the weight of his body, and the other was shaking after his release. His cane had dropped to the floor. Adam vaguely wondered when that had happened.
Nick got to his feet, and his palm found Adam’s cheek before pulling him into a long, deep kiss.
Adam had only ever tasted himself on Nick’s tongue before. It
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was something he’d never done with anyone else, something too intimate to share. He’d missed it. He wrapped his arms around Nick’s shoulders, and Nick did the same to him, both of them holding each other until Nick took Adam’s hand and pulled it down to the firm space between his legs.
“You can return the favor now if you want.”
He did want, even though a tiny, evil part of him in the back of his mind thought about how funny it would be if he just walked out, leaving Nick horny and wanting, without an explanation, almost the same way Nick had done to him ten years earlier.
Adam still wanted him though, and he took the frustration he still felt on Nick by gripping him by the button-down he wore and pushing him back until they both fell on top of each other on the floral couch.
“Forgot how pushy you can be,” Nick said, his voice breathy, and a smile touched the lips that had just been around Adam’s dick.
“You’re about to be reminded. Hold still,” Adam commanded,
undoing Nick’s belt and shoving down his jeans until they were both
naked at the midsection.
They humped and thrust against each other like virgin teens, enjoying the slide of flesh against flesh. Already Adam’s erection was back, and he rocked his pelvis against Nick’s, the moaning and keening of the other man that much more of a turn-on, making him pick up the pace, already desperate to come again.
He wished he was psychic so he could have prepared for this. He wished he wasn’t so fucking horny that he could just stop this ridiculous thing he was doing before he undoubtedly hurt himself, and he wished there was something they could use for lube nearby so that they could stop playing around like this and just fuck each other like they used to.
Make do with what you have, and all that.
“Oh! Adam!” Nick threw his head back into the ugly couch cushions, his thighs squeezing Adam’s hips as they both tried for harder friction.
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Nick came only two thrusts before Adam did. Nick’s mouth opened in a breathy exhale as his cock released all over his stomach. Adam kissed him, diving his tongue inside once more, and Nick groaned his pleasure.
They both became still when the high left them, and Adam was the first to get up. He found the paper towels on the small counter, ripped a couple off, and returned to the couch were Nick was still lying, blinking dozily.
So the secret to making this master tracker and killer clock out was to give him a good orgasm, was it? Adam would have to remember that.
“Hold still,” Adam said as Nick reached his hand out to take the
paper towels from him.
Adam got to his knees next to the couch and cleaned him off. He tossed the paper towels into a wastebasket nearby. He couldn’t resist bending down and kissing Nick’s perfect chest, sucking one of his brown nipples into his mouth.
Nick gasped, his hand reaching into Adam’s hair, the fingers threading through it. “Do you—” He swallowed. “Do you want to try and make it work?”
Adam stopped what he’d been doing, his entire body freezing upat the quiet question.
Nick released Adam’s hair, letting his hand fall back onto his stomach. “Forget I asked.”
“No,” Adam said. “I mean, I think it’ll be better if we just stay like this for a little while. No strings.”
Nick nodded. “Okay, sounds fair.”
Fair. Was it? Adam didn’t know. All he’d ever had since Nick left
him were casual affairs, but those had been with people he knew he would never end up seeing again. Nick was different. Did Adam just want to make this some meaningless thing?
The answer was yes. Nick would be leaving again to go back to his pack, eventually. He was only here because James and Phillip had
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come together and arranged this to help James out during his pack’s
time of need.
Until that time when Nick left him again, Adam would take what he could get and be happy with that.
The unfortunate thing was that, in a casual relationship like this, enjoying the postcoital buzz by snuggling into the arms of the man he loved was out of the question. That was too intimate, more so than putting his cock in Nick’s mouth or rocking against him until they both came.
So Adam cleaned himself off, straightened his clothes, grabbed
his cane, and headed for the door.
“See you tomorrow,” Nick said.
Whether he meant during the training session or their private time
together that would undoubtedly follow, Adam couldn’t be sure.
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Chapter Five
Nick wasn’t just a skilled warrior. He really was the definition of a master. During his first lesson, more of a lecture to the group of alphas lined up before him, James included, one of the alphas, Markus, had decided to have a little test.
James had watched the man, in wolf form, sneak up from behind. They had all seen it, but it was only after James nodded his head, allowing his permission for Markus to attempt to attack Nick from behind, that he quietly continued to pad his way up behind Nick, eyes focused and eager, before he pounced on their new teacher.
Nick had quickly stepped aside, avoiding Markus’s black claws by inches, and had then calmly smacked him on the back with the white walking stick he carried around.
Clearly he didn’t need it, and it was only for show, considering how well he could still sense his surroundings, but it was the easiest way to remind everyone in front of him that he wasn’t faking it. He really had no eyesight, and Markus returned to the lineup with the dozen or so other alphas with his head bent down against the snickers.
Adam had never been so impressed in his life.
He wasn’t so eager when he was forcefully volunteered to go up
and be Nick’s guinea pig. Adam was the first to do it, but then everyone else had to go ahead and suffer the same fate one by one.
Nick pulled out a heavy-duty blindfold, something that looked like it came from a sex shop or something, with the leather buckles at the back and the round foam pads that would completely cover the
eyes.
Adam could see nothing at all when it went over his face. His first
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instinct was to take it off and see what was going on around him. He hated wearing it.
He hated it even more when Nick, uncaring to Adam’s still healing injuries, had taken his walking stick and smacked Adam in the thigh with it.
He’d yelped and jumped back. Because of the weakness in his one ankle, he would’ve fallen onto his ass had Nick not reached out his
hand and caught him, putting him back on his feet until he could properly stand once more.
“You will all notice,” Nick said, circling around Adam. “That your hearing, sense of smell, touch, and taste, even your sight if you allow it, are all stronger than you think they are.”
“I thought werewolf senses were already strong.” That was Isaac’s voice. He was not an alpha. He wasn't even a werewolf, but he was a former hunter and had asked to be here during Nick’s lesson.
“They are,” Nick answered, “but the same way you rely too much on your vision to tell you certain things, so do these alphas. They don’t need to be blind to sharpen their other senses further, which could save their lives if a hunter is ever sneaking up behind them while they’re distracted by something else they’re looking at.”
Another smack with the walking stick, this time to the top of Adam’s head. The crack resounded in his ears, and the pain was sharp and annoying. “Ow!” He grabbed the top of his head, protecting it with his hands.
Nick just smacked his hands, and Adam yelped again, pulling his hands away and shaking the pain from his fingers.
“So your plan is to hit me while I’m blindfolded until I can hear your attack coming?” Adam asked, annoyed.
“Basically, yes.”
The alphas chuckled as Nick smacked Adam in the ribs with the walking stick. Adam tried to reach out and snatch the thing away, wanting to break it, but his hands found nothing but air.
“It’s not just your hearing you can improve. Concentrate hard on
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what’s going on around you. There’s no breeze today, but if you focus yourself, you will be able to feel the way the wind shifts, just a little, as I swing my weapon close enough to your body that you’ll be able to tell where my next attack is coming from.”
“Why do that when I can hear the whoosh of the walking stick?”
“That’s using only one of your senses. Use as many as you can, at least two at a time, and you’ll master this much faster.”
Another swing, more of that whooshing sound as it came toward him, and Adam did indeed feel a slight shift in the air near his face. He arched his back, bending backward only enough to avoid the strike that would have come down on his cheek.
The impressed murmurs coming from the rest of the pack told him his deduction had been correct. Nick had swung for his face that time.
“You can take off the blindfold now.”
Adam did, blinking against the light that suddenly looked so much brighter, considering it was a cloudy day.
Nick was smiling at him. “You can get back into the lineup. Anyone else want to step forward?”
James was the next to go. Then Derek, then Morgan, and for the fun of it, Isaac tried, too, and did pretty well. Everyone had a go, and no one was allowed to leave the imaginary circle they’d all made when it came to Nick’s lessons, not until they’d managed to skillfully avoid one of his swings.
It was nearly sundown by the time class was dismissed, and after a quick shower, Adam sought out Nick in the woods, where he was reading more of that braille book he’d brought with him. Or maybe it was a different one. He couldn’t tell.
“What are you reading?” he asked.
Of course Nick didn’t jump from being startled. Adam was beginning to wonder if it was possible to sneak up on him at all.
“The Art of War,” Nick replied.
“Really?” Adam came over to see, but there was nothing on those open pages to tell him that Nick was telling the truth.
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“Really.” Nick shut the pages of his book and set it aside.
While Adam had thought he’d done pretty well on his first day’s lesson, he wasn’t nearly at the skill level that Nick was yet to tell if anyone was in hearing distance of them. Maybe Nick had come all the way out here on purpose.
“Come here, Adam.”
He did, but he didn’t sit down on the dried-up fallen log where Nick was. Nick seemed fine with that as he palmed Adam between the legs and kissed his stomach.
Adam’s cock instantly filled with blood, swelling more than it ever had before.
“Did I hurt you today?” Nick asked, lifting Adam’s shirt and