Dylon bunched the flogger tails into his other hand, holding still and waiting. He could see his mate flexing and unflexing his muscles, eager for him to start, but his mate had to learn he wasn’t in charge. So, Dylon waited. Finally, Cody’s body stilled, signaling it was time. Dylon let his arm fall gently as he released the tails. The flogger kissed his mate’s back. Dylon repeated the action, this time with more force. He kept it up, increasing the intensity until Cody’s skin turned a deep pink. Then he moved and started over again in a new spot.
As the tempo and time of the flogging increased, Cody felt his body releasing adrenalin and endorphins, creating a state of euphoria, helping to erase his visions. Years ago, Dylon’s Shaman had told him what he needed to do when he found his Fated Mate or else the claiming would not take. Dylon began to see the difference in his mate as Cody began to enter his sub-space. Once there, he would float for some time, free of all his terrible visions, allowing Dylon to give him aftercare so the bonding could begin.
He glanced down at the life thread connecting him to Cody; it was growing thicker and stronger. The Shaman told him to stop flogging when it was about an inch thick. He still had a way to go. Moving to a new part of Cody’s back, Dylon started over again. Then the whispery groansfrom his mate began.Good, he’s feeling the rewards of my flogging.Cody was descending deeper into that space where he could find his soul again—something he was very close to losing. Slightly increasing the force again, Dylon kept aiming the flogger exactly where he wanted it to fall.
Finally, he could see and feel the weight—their life thread was now an inch thick. He stopped. Untying his mate and removing the blindfold, he lifted Cody onto his lap. He reached for a glass of water and pressed it to his mate’s lips. Then, Dylon set it down and picked up a blanket to wrap his mate in and snuggled Cody to his chest while whispering loving words to him. Together they cuddled, trust and love building in their life thread. The Shaman explained how important this was; they would need to have unshakable trust and love in order to survive Cody’s visions.
Cody was again in the space between worlds, only this time there weren’t any terrifying visions sucking the life out of him. Instead he was cocooned in a pleasurable state where his body was bonding with his mate. It was what he needed—the strength, trust, and love—to rebuild his soul and give him the power to move forward and do what had to be done. Contented, he floated in sub-space, knowing Dylon would always be there for him—to give him what he needed. Slowly, he fell asleep, letting his body go until he no longer cared about anything other than his mate and being filled by him.
After Cody dozed off, Dylon lay back on the bed with Cody arranged on his chest so their life thread could continue to build in strength. Softly caressing the body on him, Dylon thought about what the Shaman had taught him. The lessons were endless, but his mother insisted he complete them. Month after month, he practiced and practiced until the Shaman finally released him and toldhim to make sure never to forget. So now, after all these years, he finally understood why it was so important.
He felt his heart growing as the love from his mate filled it and he imagined the same was happening to Cody. He knew his love was real and strong and if he had done everything correctly, it would continue to strengthen every day. As the bonding occurred, he could feel himself slip into the sub-space his mate was in. Closing his eyes, he looked around until he saw Cody. Sharply inhaling, he was struck by the beauty of his mate, once his worldly worries had been expunged. Reaching for Cody, he pulled him tight and kissed the plump lips that were his alone.
How long they stayed there was unknown, but it was time to finish the claiming. Dylon opened his eyes, meeting the rich chocolate brown eyes of his mate. Simultaneous smiles lit their two faces as they discovered they were back into the real world.
“How do you feel, my pet?” asked Dylon.
“Better than I’ve felt in my whole life, sir,” replied Cody.
“Perfect. Ready to be claimed?”
“Oh yes, sir.”
Dylon sat up and placed his mate face down on the bed. Getting up, he then rearranged him so Cody’s arms were stretched out to the side, his knees under his chest, his ass in the air. Reaching through his mate’s legs, he pulled on Cody’s ball sack and said, “Spread your legs, my pet.” After his mate complied, Dylon let go of Cody’s balls and stood up. He saw the crimson jewel marking the center of the place his cock needed to be. Touching it, he jiggled it, sending flashes of pre-orgasmic pleasure through his mate.
A whimper echoed through the bedroom. Dylon pulled the butt plug out slowly until the widest part held Cody’s pucker open and a low moan was heard. Pushing it back in, he swirled it, then wiggled it back and forth making sure he bumped Cody’s gland several times. A cry pierced the air. After several repetitions, Dylon withdrew it. Throwing the plug on the floor, he grabbed the lube and coated his fingers. Leaning down, he whispered in his mate’s ear, “Me.” Inserting one finger, he felt how well Cody’s hole had been stretched, allowing him to insert two, quickly followed by three. Pressing into his mate’s channel, Dylon found the button which would make his mate sing. Resting his fingertips on it, he pushed and quickly retreated. His mate gave a low howl of frustration.
Dylon kept up his assault, intent on driving his mate to the edge time and time again. He listened to the howls as they grew louder, waiting for the exact moment that Cody’s balls would disappear due to his extreme need to come. Now the howls were interspersed with Cody begging for release.Not yet!Reaching for his mate’s cock, Dylon stroked it, varying tempo and grip. He had to keep his mate off balance, keep him from sheltering his emotions as Cody had done for so long. Then he heard it—the long howl rising from the depths of his mate’s lost soul, a howl filled with male hunger, a howl demanding to be taken!
He quickly lubed his cock. Gripping Cody’s hips, he placed his cock tip against his mate’s hole, now quivering with excitement. Slowly he pushed in, moaning as his cock felt enveloped by heat and tightness. Inch by inch, he filled Cody, needing it now just as much as his mate. When Dylon was balls deep he stopped, but his cock kept twitching in his mate. He had to stop the orgasm that was close. Inhaling, then letting it out, Dylon was finally ableto move again. Zeroing in on his mate, he saw Cody’s hands scrabbling against the sheets in an effort to latch on.Good!Reaching down to his mate’s cock, he grabbed it and said, “You aren’t allowed to come until I give you permission. Understand?”
He waited for a response but getting none, he slapped Cody’s ass hard.
“Sorry sir, I promise I won’t come, sir.”
Three infractions. Something for his mate to think about other than his visions.Beginning to slide his cock out of Cody, he stopped, keeping the tip just inside the bundle of nerves outlining his mate’s puckered hole before snapping his hips forward and filling his mate again. Over and over, in measured movements, he kept his mate on edge by hitting Cody’s pleasure gland randomly. Dylon could see his mate fight the need to come but he gave Cody no relief in that quarter. He knew it was important to drive all thoughts out of Cody’s mind, so their life thread could fill his mate’s mind with love and trust when Dylon gave his bite.
Whispery moans floated in the air around Dylon as his mate struggled with his impending orgasm. Seeing Cody’s desperate condition, he sped up his thrusts. Skin slapping, grunts of need and soft begging now filled the air. And yet, Dylon refused to allow Cody to come. Speeding up his pumping, Dylon started to pull his mate’s ass up to meet his cock. Deeper and deeper it went until he was striking his mate’s balls with each stroke. Dylon now heard Cody wailing with need and frustration. His mate was getting close.
Bending down over Cody’s back, Dylon reached for his mate’s rigid cock. Running his hand over it and feeling the velvet skin slide over the steel below, he tugged it several times before heading for the tip. Rubbing hisfingers over it, Dylon sought out the sensitive nerves around the ridge. Teasing with feather light touches, he heard his mate beg, demanding more. Back and forth, his fingers danced on his mate’s cock, hard and soft, painful and gentle, Dylon gave no quarter to Cody. He would force his mate to break the promise Cody had just given.
Without warning, Dylon’s fingers were covered with his mate’s creamy jism. Jackhammering his hips for his own orgasm, Dylon’s mouth sought out his mate’s neck. As he felt his balls retract and his cum began to shoot, Dylon bared his fangs and bit Cody’s neck. Frozen in position and teeth buried, he sucked up his mate’s blood as cum left his cock and filled his mate.It took!All his planning, all his training and now Dylon could see why it was all so important. He could see the love and trust in Cody’s mind and knew nothing would ever break it.
Examining their life thread, Dylon found it had turned to steel, forged in the depths of pain and suffering, but now unbreakable. He retracted his teeth and licked the puncture wounds with his tongue, sealing them closed. His arms encircled his mate as he fell to the side, pulling Cody along with him. Resting his head against his mate, he closed his eyes, content and at peace, finally complete as their souls were now joined. Then Dylon felt his mate’s emotions; he had done everything right because Cody was happy—something his mate hadn’t been for a long time. Grabbing the blanket he’d placed at the head of the bed before they began their claiming Dylon tossed it over both of them.
He listened as Cody’s breathing slowed down and quieted before hearing the tiny snores signaling his mate was asleep. Now he had time to examine the visions he saw in his mate’s mind before he’d driven them out. Horrifying, soul killing images flipped before his eyes and he wondered if Jackson or anyone else in this packknew how close they’d come to losing their brother. He doubted it. His mate had buried the visions and the emotions they evoked in a section of his mind that gave access to no one.
The length of time he’d needed to flog his mate told him just how deep Cody had descended into his own personal hell. With no way out, he was literally at the end of his life thread. Dylon shivered at how close he came to losing his Fated Mate. Now, knowing this, he would gladly take the beatings he’d gotten at Silver Point all over again if he knew it would save Cody. Their mating wasn’t over yet and wouldn’t be for some time, but he had confidence that, in the end, his mate would emerge strong. Closing his eyes, he dozed off, smiling at the happy feelings coming from his mate.
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It was early afternoon when Cody awoke. Contentment flowed through his body. He giggled. He smiled. He was happy. He was at peace. His mate would protect him from all the pain created in his mind by his visions. Cody could feel the strength of their life thread giving him the security he had to have. Never again would he fear floating off into space when his visions occurred.No, now I will be firmly anchored to my mate, forever.No more worries every time my visions call to me.
He lay there, concentrating on the sounds around him—the soft breathing of his mate, the birds chirping outside, the distant sound of Daniel crying.It must be feeding time again.Oh, how I would love a child of my own.But he knew from his visions, he would never get pregnant as Jackson did.But at least the Fates made sure I have a nephew to spoil.He smiled widely, remembering the gift he received from Daniel—first sight of his nephew’s wolf. Chuckling softly, he wiggled his ass againstDylon’s groin, igniting a painful storm reminding him of his spanking.
He knew there was more punishment coming for disobeying his mate. He was startled when he realized his body and mind were craving it. He grinned at the anticipation of taking whatever his mate decided. Wiggling his ass harder against Dylon, Cody hoped he would wake up and give him what he desperately needed—still.
Dylon opened one eye. His mate was grinding against his cock, causing it to harden again. Searching Cody’s mind, he found everything he hoped would be there—and more. His mate accepted that he belonged to Dylon.And look at that, my mate wants me to punish him for breaking my rules.That knowledge brought a smile to his face as he kissed Cody’s soft hair, alerting his mate that he was awake.
