Frank knew there wasn’t any way he could gracefully refuse his wife’s request without looking like an asshole. “Of course, Lizzie. I can catch up on some work while you’re taking the course. I’m sure my secretary back at the office will be happy to hear that.” Frank then turned to Jackson. “I’d like to talk to Dylon before we leave.”
“Fine, I’ll let him know,” he replied.
“I can’t believe I’m going,” squealed Lizzie. “When I come back, I’ll show you what I learned, Dakota. Thanks so much for arranging this for me. It’s a dream come true. Do you need help clearing the table?”
Jackson spoke up, “That’s not necessary, Lizzie. Zane will do it. Why don’t you go and pack? In the meantime, Steel can arrange transportation for you and Frank to San Francisco.”
“Thank you so much, Jackson. Oh, my goodness, I’ll be ready to go shortly,” gushed Lizzie.
Jackson smiled at her excitement. He wasn’t sure how this all came about but was thankful Frank would be gone for the next four days. That will give Dylon the time he needs with Cody without any interruptions.
“Look at Daniel,” Zane shouted.
Jackson glanced at his son and found he’d half shifted while sitting on Steel’s lap. “Oh, you gorgeous little wolf baby,” he said as he picked up Daniel now spouting pale silver-gray fur over the top part of his body. Jackson rubbed his nose against the tiny, wet, black nose on his son’s snout. “Daddy loves you, sweetie! You’re so smart!” Jackson hugged Daniel, enjoying this milestone in his son’s life.
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Cody woke up encased in his mate’s arms, inhaling the scent of his mate and sighed. Finally, he had a home. A place he’d always want to come back to no matter what he saw in his visions. Dylon was where he could find some peace in this world and keep him safe from the pain and suffering. The Fates had picked the perfect mate for him; the love coming from his mate through their lifethread filled his mind, leaving little room for the endless replaying of his visions.
He knew his mate had worried about him in Jackson’s office when his visions reappeared. But that was a turning point. He realized he wanted to return to this world because he loved his mate with his whole heart. His determination made the other realm’s grip loosen—just enough to let him come back. It was the beginning of the end of his nightmare existence—he was sure of it.
“My pet, how do you feel?” asked Dylon in a raspy voice, still heavy with sleep.
“Good, sir, but hungry.”
“So am I,” Dylon said. “But first a shower to clean up. Dakota will be bringing our lunch and I expect it will be here by the time we’re finished. We’ll eat and then it’s time for your spanking. Any questions?”
“No, sir.”
Dylon helped his mate out of bed and led him to the shower, placing Cody in a spread-eagled position with his mate’s hands high on the tiled back wall. Turning on the rain showerheads, he grabbed the body wash and a sponge and proceeded to lather up his mate, paying extra attention to all of Cody’s sensitive spots. He moved slowly, wanting his mate to concentrate on the movement of his hands and the feelings it was awakening.
After doing Cody’s upper body, Dylon slid to his knees, eye level with the part of his mate’s body that would soon be begging for relief. Washing the perfect plump cheeks with time outs for caresses interspersed with small bites, he began to see Cody’s legs start to vibrate. Pulling apart the globes, he kissed and tongued his way from his mate’s hole to the top of his crack. Reversing direction,his tongue slid downward, looking for the bundle of nerves at the entrance, a haven for his cock.
Once he reached it, his tongue circled Cody’s hole, lighting his nerves on fire. Meeting resistance when his tongue tried to penetrate, he grabbed Cody’s balls and tugged them. The resulting gasp from his mate loosened the muscle, allowing his tongue to enter. The long low moan from his mate echoed around the shower stall as Dylon began to thrust his tongue repeatedly into Cody’s hole. When his mate started to keen, Dylon replaced his tongue with a finger, pushing in and seeking Cody’s pleasure button.
Once he found it, he continued to finger fuck him, adding another finger and then a third one. Glancing between his mate’s legs, he saw Cody’s heavy cock jerking in response every time he fingered his mate’s gland. Over and over, never stopping, intent on driving his mate to an unassisted orgasm, he heard Cody giving him howls and growls, between begging to come. Dylon felt his mate’s ass muscles suddenly squeeze his fingers until he couldn’t move them as Cody’s cock painted the shower wall with cum.
Standing, Dylon quickly coated his cock with conditioner and shoved it into his mate’s open hole. Sinking into the velvety heat, Dylon groaned. His cock was in the sweetest place it had ever been.Just fucking perfect!He grabbed Cody’s hips, pulling him closer to him, sinking his cock in deeper. Pushing his mate’s hips forward, and back again, he forced Cody to fuck his cock while he stood still. Then shifting his position slightly, his cock found his mate’s prostate and Dylon made sure to peg it every time he was sucked into Cody’s delicious channel.
Soon his mate was crying out with needy demands while his cock bobbed in time with Dylon’s movements.Pulling out of his mate’s hole, Dylon turned Cody around to face him and lifted his mate until Cody was sitting on his cock again, with his legs circling Dylon’s waist. Pressing Cody against the shower wall, he held him while his hips accelerated until they were a blur of movement. Cody grabbed Dylon’s shoulders and then let out a howl that called to Dylon’s wolf as Cody came, his cum shooting up between them. Bending down to reach Cody’s neck, Dylon’s fangs dropped and found the scar he’d left on his mate’s neck. Biting deeply while he flooded Cody’s ass, Dylon felt their bond grow still stronger.
Eventually, his fangs withdrew and he laved the fresh bite with his tongue, sealing it up. Slowly, they both came down from the pleasure peak they were on. Gazing at Cody, Dylon saw a smile on his mate’s face. He smiled back and asked, “Are you ready for lunch, my pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
Lifting his mate from his cock and setting him on the shower floor, Dylon quickly washed them both. Then he dried Cody gently with a heated towel. Back in their bedroom, Dylon ordered his mate to assume his position while he dried himself.
Cody, walked to the foot of the bed and knelt. As he placed his hands, palms up on his thighs, he felt lightness in his spirit; a small smile formed on his lips. But that wasn’t all that had changed. Now Cody could feel his soul once more. It was still weak, but it was growing stronger. Cody closed his eyes.
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“So, tell me, bro, what did you do that got you assigned as my scullery maid?” asked Dakota.
“Fuck off,” growled Zane.
“Was it by chance the same thing that got Carson doing the laundry?”
“I said ‘fuck off’. Where do you want these dirty dishes?”
