Page 41 of Fifty & Feral

“Connor, there’s no going back from this. It’s a big decision.”

“I take it that mates are a forever thing?”

Jack nodded. “There’s more. If we claim each other, then eventually, soon actually, you would also become a werewolf. Your DNA would change irreversibly and you would be able to shift with the pack, with me.”

I blinked at him.

My breath came faster, not from fear or panic, but from excitement. I would become a wolf like him? I would shift and run with the pack. I’d howl at the moon and get to play with the pups like I’d seen him do? Hell yes. Sign me up.

“You don’t have to make a decision now—”

I put a hand on his knee. “Jack. I’m not seeing a downside to this. One of my concerns about being with you is that I wouldn’t be able to understand your world as a mere human. But now I see that wouldn’t be an issue. There is nothing you can say that would make me not want this.”

“Connor—”

“I know it’s fast, and that’s terrifying considering both of us have our own history of bad relationships and breakups. There’s a reason that we’re both still single at our age. But maybe that reason is that we hadn’t found each other yet.”

“I guess I didn’t think of it that way.”

I smiled. “That’s okay, I’ll be the thinker in this relationship, and you’ll be the pretty face.”

He smiled and shook his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be the pretty young thing on my arm? I’m older than you.”

I curled my fingers in his wavy hair. “Yeah, but you wear it well.”

He leaned in, and I captured his lips. I’d never grow tired of the way my body responded when he kissed me. Whether it was just a quick peck or a deep kiss that we had to come up for air from, I responded the same. My body lit up and my mind shut off from any thoughts besides Jack. I wanted him. All of him.

“Claim me, Alpha. Please.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Fuck. Please, I need you.”

“Do you want to go back to my place, or—”

“No. Here. Anywhere. I’d let you take me in the back seat of a car right now, Jack. Please. I need you.”

He growled. “Fuck, that sounds hot, but we’ll just have to use our imagination because my old ass can’t fuck anywhere except on a bed.”

He stood and pulled me with him. I followed him into the house, down the hall, and up the stairs. We both shucked off clothing as we walked, and when we made it into what I assumed was the main bedroom based on its size and the California king bed in the center of the room, the two of us were clad only in our underwear. His black, mine gray.

His firm ass filled his out nicely, his hairy thighs and muscular back on full display. I licked my lips. My cock tented the front of my briefs.

He turned to face me, and I groaned at the sight of him. Yeah, Jack was in his fifties, on the closer end to sixty, but years of hard work had toned his body in a way that no gym ever could.

“You’re so sexy,” he said.

The way he said the words made me believe them. It wasn’t a line. Not that he needed to feed me any lines anyway, I was his in all ways.

I closed the space between us and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips to his and let my cock grind into his thigh.

He groaned against me and wrapped his arms around my middle. Then he was spinning us until I was flat on my back on the bed with him hovering over me.

“Want you so bad, Connor,” he whispered against my neck.

“Take me, Alpha. Claim me. Bite me. Make the whole pack know that I’m yours.”

Jack threw his head back and pinched his eyes closed. “Fuck. Keep talking like that and I’ll never get inside you.”