Mal stared at him. Everett had just finished telling of his dream, of part of his past he didn't remember. It was almost verbatim what Donovan had said.
He couldn't have known. He'd been asleep. Mal knew for a fact even a severe thunderstorm couldn't wake him if he was already asleep. So ithad to be true. He had to have had a dream where he learned it all.
But that didn't mean he had to like it. He didn't like the side of Everett he was seeing. Not because he was figuring out all the questions he'd always had about his life, but because he was slipping into a magic he didn't know and couldn't control. He didn't want him to get drunk on the power. He was seeing signs that he already was though.
Mal wanted him to be happy and safe. Emphasis on the last word. He went ahead and called Donovan. The Alpha hadn't heard back from his contact so they would have to wait, which could be very dangerous.
Everett's version of wait was very lewd. Despite telling him no, the younger man cornered him in the kitchen when he went for a drink. He was already overwhelmed and this could make it worse. He didn't want to put too much on an already impressed mind. Everett was scorching and that heat transferred to Mal.
Mal pushed Everett away enough to push him to the wall. The younger man's head hit the wall but no noise came out. The wolf in him whined in concern, but Everett didn't seem to mind. His hands were a frenzy on Mal's torso.
His skin was hotter than normal. If he had a guess, Mal would say Everett's normal body temperature ran approximately 97.7 to 98.1 Fahrenheit. The normal range for humans was anywhere from 98.1 to 98.6 with any higher being a low grade fever. Mal's own ran around 101 degrees because of his dual nature.
Now Mal's temperature was dwarfed by Everett's. The young man's skin easily ran over 102 degrees and was steadily climbing. Right now that could be attributed to the sensual heat coursing through him if the heated erection pressed them was any indication.
Everett's mouth was just as hot as the rest of him. It latched on to Mal's skin and refused to move. His teeth nipped at his skin as he trailed his mouth across the werewolf's shoulder. Mal's other half whined unhappily at the situation and wanted to come to the surface. Mal did the best he could to hold him at bay, but the urge was too much.
The gasp that left Everett was both sensual and surprised. Mal looked at him with the golden eyes of the wolf. His mouth latched on to his left nipple and worked it with his tongue and elongated canines. His hand came up to tweak his right nipple as the other one fondled him between the legs.
His tongue trailed down across each ab slowly. Everett's muscles twitched but he kept as still as he could. Mal gave it to him. He knew to act docile when the wolf was at the surface. He had to let Mal take control so the wolf wouldn't feel in the least bit challenged. The wolf had to relinquish the control first.
Everett held his shoulders as his head dipped lower. His eyes closed as Mal's mouth did all the work, nipping and suckling the entire way to the hottest part of his body. The body's owner arched off the wall when Mal sank his teeth into the pectineus muscle, the one on the interior juncture of his thigh. He couldn't help the cry of pain that came out or the second one when Mal did it to the other leg.
He laved at the deep indentations before he dropped his nose to the underside of Everett's genitals. His muscles quivered with anticipation as the wolf's questing nose inhaled deeply. There was a pleased growl that escaped his chest seconds before his mouth closed over the tip.
"Mhmm!" Everett couldn't help the moan that escaped him. He covered his mouth to keep as quiet as possible. There were still wolves guarding the house. He didn't want to embarrass them.
Mal's mouth fully engulfed his erection, his tongue flicking along the nerve on the bottom. He flicked his gaze up to Everett's face, smiling around the inflamed muscle. Slowly, he bobbed his head until the tip hit the back of his throat.
Everett was barely holding on. Mal had never done this before. Yes, he'd given him a blowjob before, but he had never toyed with him in this manner. He wasn't sure if he was being reprimanded or shown that he was inferior. Either way, he felt as if his body was being used rather forcefully.
The familiar tingle in the low portion of his abdomen started to build up until it became a fever pitch. He couldn't help the twitch in his hips as Mal clamped down on the tip again. His breath huffed out at the pressure as it built up, little gasps. Making his chest ache.
The tension became too much, and Everett came with a groan. Mal swallowed it all, the salty taste not bothering him in the least. He sucked at it a few more times before he let it slide slowly from his mouth.
He stood slowly, letting his tongue slide up the dip between his abs. He faced him head on watching his slack face with intrigue. His fingers skimmed the younger man's sides, noticing his muscles quiver with the slightest touch.
Without a word, Mal jerked Everett from the wall and pretty much slammed him face first on the table. He jerked his briefs down all the way, exposing the firm skin to the air. He leaned and bit hard, laving at it with his tongue to ease the pain.
He shoved his own underwear down and bent his knees to line himself up. He stroked his throbbing member several times before he pushed the head past the tight ring of muscles. Everett cried out then buried his head in his elbow. He started at a slight pace to get him used to it since it had been a few days before he gripped his hips tightly and picked up speed.
The table squeaked with every thrust. Everett extended his arms and held on to the other side, bracing himself for everything he was given. Mal could always be rough with him because he could take it. He enjoyed it, the biting pain that always came with the sudden intrusion. He liked being filled, stretched to his limit. It was so much different than when he had to be the one in charge.
Doing it like this with Mal was different. His wolf was completely at the surface, but he was in complete control. He was gentle but forceful. Even with his powerful thrusts, his hands were gently on his hips. The sting of flesh on flesh was tolerable, but it was the bites that were the worst.
Mal gripped his hair and yanked his head up. Everett's back arched as he let out a breathy moan. He held his neck, fingers splayed apart as he thrust deeper and harder. Everett's hips bit into the edge of the table as Mal's momentum pushed him forward.
The timing was impeccable. Mal's phone rang, making the table vibrate even more. He let Everett drop back down as he took the call, but he never stopped. In fact he picked up speed, hips dropping and thrusting upward. Everett grunted and arched his back, the movement taking Mal deeper inside him.
"What is it?" he asked. He slammed his hips forward, Everett's moan richocheting off the wood.
Donovan undoubtedly heard it all with his inhuman hearing, but he had the decency not to say anything. "My contact and the name from Everett's dream are the same. I put in a call. He said to meet him at a bar in Newlan called Turoch. It's an Irish bar off of Main Street and 9th Street. He said to ask for Bastian."
"Thanks, Donovan."
"The sooner we figure this out, the better we can close this case without angering the Packmaster." The Packmaster was Donovan's boss. He was the one who could make or break a pack. Mal had never met him, but he knew he was a strict man who didn't like surprises.
"We'll go either tonight or tomorrow."
"Are you sure Everett will be up to it?" There was a laugh in Donovan's voice.
Mal never lost his stride while he'd been on the phone. He looked down at the man splayed on the table, at the way the back moved as he thrust into him. A sly smile crept over his face.
"He'll be fine." He hung up and put his phone on silent. He gripped Everett's hips and leaned back. "Just a bit more, my dear."
Everett grunted out some sort of answer and buried his face in his arms again. Mal quckened his pace, enjoying the alternating grunts and gasps that filled the room. Abrasive Everett was fun, but docile Everett was a whole different scenario. This version actually listened.
That burning came up faster than usual, and Mal barely had time to adjust his footing before he emptied himself in Everett. He loosened his grip on his hips and caught his breath. He watched Everett's back heave as he too caught air into his lungs.
Slowly, he pulled out, running the other man's back when he grunted in discomfort. He grabbed a dishrag and wet it with warm water. He turned and began to clean what he'd messed up. Milky white fluid dripped down Everett's thigh, and his entrance way was red and swollen. Gently, he cleaned him the best he could.
Everett turned over and managed to sit in a chair. He grimaced for a second then settled down. Mal made him some coffee and fixed the chairs again. He noticed his eyes were their normal violet, the red having disappeared sometime during their escapade.
"What did Donovan want?" he asked. He took some time to cover himself before he sat back down.
"The names are the same. We'll meet this Bastian tomorrow night," Mal replied. He sat down and motioned for Everett to sit on his lap. "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you?"
Everett shook his head as gentle fingers skimmed already healing bite marks. "No, I'm fine. If anyone should be sorry, it's me. Since going to New Port, I've had this feeling of something in the pit of my stomach. Almost like it's burning, like a fire wants to erupt."
"Maybe that dream was a way of unlocking your power. But, Everett, you can't give into it without knowing what it can do. It could be quite dangerous. I can't bear to lose you."
The young man brushed his fingers against Mal's face tenderly then hooked his fingers under his chin to draw him up for a kiss. Mal pressed him forward to deepen it, mouths melding together in a gentle, but sweet moment. Screwing around and having sex was all well and good, but there were the better moments.
"Can we stay in bed today?" he asked. Mal gave him a chiding look, but he shook his head at the implications. "I don't mean sex all day. Yesterday was quite tiring, and I don't think I have it in me to look at dead bodies."
Mal understood. He pressed his face into Everett's chest and held him close. "I'm not sure I could take another day off. I would love to join you, but there's a lot of work to do."
"Can I stay home?" He ruffled Mal's hair as he grunted in displeasure. "Call Astra and ask her to stay. I'll probably sleep most of the day. She won't have to do much."
"All right. I'll call her. But promise me you won't leave without letting me know."
Everett smiled and kissed his forehead. "Thank you, and I promise."
Mal kissed his shoulder and let him up. "Go ahead. I'll clean up and call Astra."
They shared a slower kiss before Everett took his coffee and disappeared. Mal wasn't certain of leaving him here while the fae were hunting him, but Astra was a formidable force. She liked Everett, and no one was going to get through her to get to him.
Naturally she agreed when he called and said she would be there by the time he left for work. He was slightlyuneasy, but with Astra in the house and four out of it, he felt better.
Mal disappeared into the bathroom, noting Everett was reading when he went in. When he came out, he was asleep and snoring. He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of tiring him out.
Once he was dressed, he sat on the bed and watched the other man sleep. He couldn't help the strange feeling that bubbled up. What was going to happen once they found Bastian? What would happen to Everett once he found out more of the truth? Would he have to train, and who would do it?
Sighing, he grabbed his bag and wallet. Astra was walking in the door with Domino in tow. He raised a brow to which she held out her hand for silence. Whatever was between them she would rather it stay that way for now.
He cast one last look down the hall, eyes completely worried.
"We'll take care of him," Astra confirmed.
"I know you will. Thank you." He opened the door and disappeared for workhe would never be able to pay attention to.