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Stealing His Heart( Nehalem Pack 25)(15)

By:AJ Jarrett


Kam fell limp as his orgasm subsided. His legs slid down, and his arms  lay loose by his head. The ripple sensation of Kam's muscles along the  length of PJ's cock spurred him closer to the finish line. The smell of  Kam's come permeated the air, and PJ moved to hover over Kam, who was  prone, and jammed his cock in faster and harder with each stroke.

The sharp points of PJ's teeth poked through his gums and filled his  mouth. The bear in him was ready to claim their mate and PJ wasn't about  to refuse something he so desperately wanted. PJ leaned in close and  licked a wide strip with his tongue up Kam's neck not stopping until he  reached his ear.

"I want to claim you." PJ nipped Kam's earlobe and thrust his hips.  "Please let me." PJ wasn't above begging and he'd do anything Kam ever  asked of him. He was going to be totally screwed once the younger man  realized that.

Kam's eyes blinked open and the light blue glowed in the dark room. In a  movement so fast PJ never saw it coming, Kam sank his own teeth deep  into the area where PJ's neck and shoulder met.

"Fuck!" PJ let out a deep roar. His cock jerked, then erupted in a  fountain of cum that filled Kam's insides. Before he lost total control  PJ dipped to Kam's neck and bit down. His mouth filled with Kam's blood  and he drank it. Kam released his neck and cried out as another orgasm  was ripped from his body.

PJ's hips slowed to an easy, in-and-out rocking. He pulled his teeth  from Kam's shoulder, licking the wound closed. PJ propped up on his  elbow, stared down at his deeply sated mate, and smiled.

"That was-"

"Amazing." PJ finished Kam's thought, then kissed him on the tip of the nose.

"I was going to say fucking fantastic and tiring, Mister Know-it-All."  Kam reached down and smacked PJ's ass. The loud sound echoing in the  dark room. "But yeah, it was amazing." Kam yawned.

"You're amazing, Kamden." PJ moved off of Kam and turned him to lay on  his side. PJ put one arm under his head and the other wrapped around  Kam's sweat-slick body, pulling him to his chest. He snuggled closer and  groaned when Kam wiggled his ass.

"I bet you tell all the boys that." Kam chuckled. "But not anymore," Kam said around another big yawn. "You're mine now."

"And you're mine." PJ kissed the top of Kam's head, pulling him even closer.

It wasn't long before Kam drifted off to sleep. He snored softly, but PJ  didn't mind. They'd had one hell of a workout, and PJ couldn't wait for  his mate to wake up so they could do it again.                       
       
           



       





Chapter Eleven




Kam woke up with a start. He glanced around the unfamiliar room in a  near panic, not knowing where he was. It wasn't until he felt the heavy  arm and hot body pressed up behind him that he remembered where he was.

Kam turned around so he could face his mate. PJ shifted and moved to lie  on his back. Kam propped up onto his elbow, resting his head in his  hand and watched PJ sleep. PJ's eyes fluttered every couple of seconds,  but he didn't move otherwise. Kam's gaze roamed over PJ's handsome face.  His eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks and dark stubble shaded his  jawline. Kam brought his hand up to touch the raw skin along his cheek  and neck from where PJ had rubbed his face against Kam's sensitive  flesh.

A sticky wetness between his thighs had Kam reaching back to touch his  thighs. His hand came away wet with sticky white cum. Kam smiled at the  memory of how it got there. PJ had taken his anal virginity, and Kam  wasn't freaked out in the least. It had to because they were mates  because no way in hell would he let another guy who wasn't PJ fuck him.

When PJ first entered him, it had hurt. A burning sensation rippled  around his asshole, and he seriously thought PJ was going to rip him in  two. But after the first few thrusts, Kam wanted more. Going slow wasn't  working for him. He wanted PJ hard and deep and fast. Had he known that  having a cock up his ass would feel that mind-blowing, he would have  fooled around with the dildo Maurice had given him.

Kam was content to just lay there and watch PJ sleep. So many things  were bouncing around inside his brain, things like where would they  live? Could they even live together right now? Was PJ willing to let Kam  live his own life, or did PJ want him to be some sort of stay-at-home  husband? Kam didn't like that thought too much. Just because he'd found  his mate it didn't mean he wanted to give up on his dreams and just be  some guys husband and fuck toy. He didn't really think PJ would be like  that but he didn't know for sure. Kam sucked in his bottom lip and  started chewing on it.

"If you think any louder, your head will explode."

PJ's sleep riddle voice pulled Kam from his worried thoughts.

"What's going on inside there?" PJ rubbed a hand over Kam's head. "You know you can tell me anything right?"

Kam nodded. He wavered on what exactly to say to PJ without upsetting  the man. The reality of the situation was they had only just met. He  didn't know what PJ's expectations were, and PJ didn't know what his  were. They really needed to have an open and honest conversation if they  wanted this mating to go on without a hitch.

"I don't want to give up on my dreams just because we've become mates."  Kam blurted out. He hadn't meant to say it so bluntly, but there it was.

"Why would you have to?"

PJ sat up and flicked on the lamp next to the bed. Kam squinted against the bright light that filled the room.

"I would never ask that of you."

"Well how was I supposed to know that?" Kam rested his back against the  headboard. "We haven't really talked about all that. Hell I don't even  know what PJ stands for." Kam pulled the sheets up over his stomach and  picked at the material.

"Paul Jameson Henson the third." PJ brushed a kiss against the side of  Kam's head. "Kam, I know I'm a hard-ass at practice, and we might have  got started on the wrong foot, but I'm not a total dick." PJ entwined  his fingers with Kam's. "I want you in my life, but I don't want you to  stop being you either. You have your own dreams that you need to live.  I'm living mine, and I expect you to do the same. Just because we are  mates doesn't change who we are as individuals."

Kam thought about what PJ had said. It wasn't what he'd expected from  his loud-mouthed, hard-ass baseball coach. But that was Kam's fault for  thinking he knew how PJ would react.

"Paul, huh?" Kam asked, peaking at his mate from the corner of his eye. "I would have never guessed that."

"Yep. Named after my father and grandfather. I suppose if I ever have a  son I'd want to name him Paul too, but only if that's okay with you."

"I guess I could live with that." Kam shrugged. "It's not as cool as Kamden, but it'll do."

"Well then, I guess we'll have to have two sons. Name one after each of  us." PJ bumped shoulders with Kam. "You do want kids, right?"

"Yeah." Kam nodded. "Not now but later down the road. I mean I always  thought I'd have kids, so yeah, I wouldn't mind having a couple rug rats  running around."                       
       
           



       

"So, Kam." PJ moved his arm to rest on Kam's shoulders and pulled him  close to his side. "I know we are going about this backward, but tell me  about yourself."

For the next hour, Kam told PJ all about his life. He was only  twenty-one, so there really wasn't much to tell, well that wasn't  necessarily true. Kam told PJ about his biological parents being  murdered and how Seth and Caleb had adopted him and his brother, Ryan.  Kam's life might have started off rocky, but ever since the day his dads  adopted him, he'd lived a good life. They loved and encouraged him to  follow his dreams. Kam always considered himself blessed to have been  loved by four amazing parents.

Then it was Kam's turn to listen to PJ's life. He'd grown up in Montana.  His parents and one sibling still lived there. Kam loved the way PJ's  eyes lit up when he talked about his family. His parents had met while  in college and had gotten married right away. They were true mates and  had three children. PJ had an older sister, Jennifer, and a younger  brother, Brock. They were a close-knit family like Kam's.

"So what made you decide to become a coach?" Kam asked. He'd been  wondering that since he met the man. PJ might come off as a hard ass but  it was evident in the way he coached the players how much he loved the  game.

"I got shot. I was in bear form out hunting with my family when a  hunter, who by the way was hunting illegally, shot me." PJ sat forward  and reached back to pat his right shoulder. "Shattered all the bones in  my shoulder. Luckily we had a shifter doctor who was also a surgeon. He  fixed me up the best he could, but it didn't heal the way we'd hope.  Just because we're shifters doesn't mean we're indestructible." The  smile fell from PJ's face. "I was playing third base for Wake Forest. It  was my senior year of college. I had dreams of making it to the big  leagues but I guess fate had other plans in stored for me."