“Have you been good, my pet?”
“I think so, sir,” Cody said, growling softly.
“Think so or know so?” Dylon asked as he grasped Cody’s leaking cock and slowly stroked it.
“Ah-h-h, know so, sir,” Cody said louder as his need continued to build.
Delighted to see his mate being playful at last, Dylon grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and coated his cock and fingers. Pushing his mate onto his stomach, he spread his mate’s cheeks. Running his finger over Cody’s hole, Dylon watched as it fluttered in anticipation. Slowly pressing one finger past the sensitive opening, he heard Cody sigh, happy to finally get something in him, even if it was only Dylon’s finger.
As he worked his finger back and forth, Dylon began licking and kissing his mate’s beautiful ass, worshiping the gorgeous shape of it. He made sure to bump Cody’s prostate every other time, causing his mate to arch in response as the shot of pleasure coursed through his body. Finally, he was able to add another finger, scissoring them to widen his mate’s hole while still pressing on Cody’s gland. By the time Dylon added his third finger, his mate was begging to get fucked and crying with frustration.
When Cody’s hole was ready, Dylon pulled his fingers out. Flipping Cody onto his back and spreading his mate’s legs so his fluttering hole was visible, Dylon pushed his cock into the only place it would ever find relief. Once inside the velvet channel, he stilled, letting his mate adjust to his size. Then, when he felt Cody push up, seeking more of his cock, Dylon slid the rest of the way in until his balls were nestling against that perfect bubble butt.
Leaning down, Dylon licked Cody’s mating scar and felt Cody’s muscles clench his cock. “Now, if I remember correctly, you want me to…how did you put it…oh yes, to pound you so hard you’ll feel my ownership even tomorrow, is that correct, my pet?” he crooned in Cody’s ear.
“Oh yes, yes…please…I need it…now…ple-e-ease, sir!” Cody’s voice rose in pitch as he begged for what he wanted so badly. Squirming against the body on top of him, Cody tried to find some friction for his leaking cock but there wasn’t enough to give him his orgasm.
Dylon rose to his knees, while lifting his mate’s legs up and placing them on his shoulders. Starting slowly, he eased his cock back and then snapped it forward sharply and repeated it over and over—each time going faster and harder until he was jackhammering into his mate as if there was no tomorrow. Listening to Cody’s moans of need and passion, Dylon felt the first quiver of his impending orgasm. Remembering what else Cody wanted, he grasped his mate’s cock and pumped it, adding a twist at the end of each stroke. Both sets of balls retracted in unison and Dylon could feel Cody’s channel clench his cock as it grew larger.
As Cody’s cock started to pulse cum spurted out, covering Dylon’s hand, causing him to climax and shoot his load into his mate, marking him as his. As each gave the other his last drops, Dylon slid Cody’s legs from him and onto the bed. Then collapsing onto Cody, he listened to their heartbeats as they became one. The love he felt through their life thread was incredible. And then it happened—he swore he could hear a key turning as the ends of their life thread were firmly locked into the walls of their hearts, forever binding them together.
Raising his head, he looked into Cody’s eyes, searching for an acknowledgment of what had just happened. And he found it—two liquid silver eyes gleaming with love staring back at him. “Did you hear that, my pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you know what that means?”
“Yes, sir. It means we are forever one, never to be separated by anyone or anything.”
“How do you feel about that, my pet?”
“Me, sir? Like I finally found the heart and soul I’d been missing forever. My body is at rest, my mind is free of torment, and I feel as if I’ve been given another chance at living my dream—something I’d given up hope of ever being able to do. And I have a fierce need to bite you, and claim you as mine, sir.” Cody finished with a shy smile.
Inside, Dylon was jumping for joy. His mate did it! Went through the fires of hell and came out whole on the other side—ready to tackle his life’s work. Well, almost ready. The final part of the claiming ceremony was still to come. “And you will, but first a shower and some breakfast. Then we’ll go over what happens when you bite me, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
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The peace conference now underway, Slate had high hopes he’d reach a compromise among the three packs, ending years of violence. It had taken more than two years to get everyone’s agreement to sit down and talk. Last night Slate sat through a meeting with Arald, the Alpha of one of the packs, and after a three-hour session, he still couldn’t figure it out. During the entire time, Arald expounded on how great an Alpha he was.Whatthe fuck for? It’s not like it accomplished anything.Even Ordovic, an Alpha from one of the other two packs left early.Not that I can blame him.
But today was a fresh start with all parties in one room—that, in and of itself, was a miracle. Checking over his notes about each Alpha, Slate waited for them. He’d staggered the arrival times to prevent any early disagreements. A glance at his watch indicated the first should be here in moments. Slate stood, walked over to the door and waited.
Ulfric walked through his village, noting how many of Arald’s goons were around. Nervous didn’t even begin to describe how he felt today. He had spent the night going over all the possibilities of what could go wrong, and that had done nothing to comfort him. If Wallace didn’t remember him…if Dire Enterprises wouldn’t believe him…if Arald somehow found out…The ‘ifs’ were endless, and each led to the death of himself, his wife and unborn pup, not to mention the suffering it would cause his pack. But among all the negative ‘ifs’ there was the positive one that he hung onto with hope because if he succeeded in ending Arald’s terror, then all the risk would be worth it.
Once he arrived at the building that had been constructed for the peace conference, he was surprised to see enforcers he’d never seen before surrounding it. His steps faltered and he came to a stop. It’s a trap! Whatever Arald had planned, he wanted no part of it. He turned around and walked quickly toward his house.I must get word to Ordovic!Suddenly, without warning, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. Whirling around, fangs out, claws unsheathed, he attacked.
Slate quickly sidestepped the attack, grabbing the man when he rushed past him. Now, with a snarling, halfshifted wolf held in a tight bear hug, he wondered how he was going to resolve this without shifting. One of his enforcers quickly came to his aid, taking control and restraining the shifter. Slate walked around to face the struggling shifter and said, “Ulfric, are you Alpha Ulfric?”
Scowling fiercely, the shifter said, “Why do you want to know?”
“I’m Slate Valentin, from Dire Enterprises. I had a meeting scheduled with him this morning. I saw you approach, stop and then turn away and I wasn’t sure if you were the man who I was going to meet with. I wanted a chance to introduce myself. That’s all I was going to do. I’m sorry if I startled you. ”
Ulfric cursed himself for acting so foolishly. Here was the man who represented possible freedom for his pack and he attacked him.How can I ever make the man believe me now?Pulling in his fangs and claws, he relaxed his body and stopped struggling. But he was still wary. “I am Ulfric. Who are all these men surrounding the building?”
“They are my men, here for the purpose of providing a safe and secure place for all of us to talk, unhindered by fears of any attacks,” Slate said, nodding to his enforcer to release Ulfric.
“I’m sorry, I thought…Never mind. Okay.”
