Each stroke of his hand down his rigid cock ignited a firestorm in his body as thoughts of Logan filled his mind with images so vivid, his eyes shot open, sure he would find Logan on top of him. A shot of disappointment flashed over him when he saw no one. He wanted, no heneededLogan and he didn’t know how long he could hold off before he jumped him and demanded to be taken. Closing his eyes, Kieran invited Logan to join him again. Then his mind saw Logan leaning over him, those beautiful lips sucking and biting his nipples beforemoving up his chest to his neck and jaw, finally reaching his mouth. Kieran felt the bruising pressure of Logan devouring his lips before biting one, causing a shot of pain to race down to Kieran’s groin, forcing him to thrust his hips up and down.
Crying out in need, Kieran’s hand tightened its grip as his other hand released his balls and crept toward his beautiful pink hole. Pressing the pads of his fingertips against it, his cock reacted to the pleasure from the sensitive nerves surrounding it. Breaching his hole and finding his prostate, Kieran moaned, holding off his orgasm as his groin muscles tightened. Now that Logan was finally in bed with him, Kieran wanted it to last. He slowed his hand, tugging his cock almost leisurely as one, then two and finally three fingers breached his hole. Finger fucking himself, Kieran swore he could feel Logan’s big, thick cock in him, bringing him pleasure he’d never had before.
As the need in him rose to dizzying heights, Kieran sped up the pumping of his cock and the thrusting of his fingers. Whimpering with the need to be taken by Logan, he pressed down on his prostate at the same time he thrust his cock through the tight hole of his hand. No longer able to contain his need and desire, Kieran called out to Logan, begging him to let him come. And as Logan whispered in his mind, Kieran exploded, his cum spurting out of him, covering his hand and t-shirt. Floating up among the stars, Kieran felt his body transcend to another place where he lingered in a pleasurable state for a long, long time.
Opening his eyes to the setting sun, Kieran sat up and groaned. He needed a shower and a reason why he’d changed clothes, because Theo and Norman would notice. After removing his cum-soaked shirt, Kieran used it to clean up as best he could before throwing it, and hisjeans into the hamper. He stepped into the shower and let the almost scalding water flow over him, seeking and finding his place of serenity which allowed him to forget the past. Closing his eyes, he slowly soaped up his body, letting his fingers run over each rise and valley. Loving the feeling, he started to sing the ancient chants given to the first Shaman by the gods. The soulful lyrics, unheard by anyone else, rose through the house searching and seeking the one they were meant for. And then they found him.
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Logan was deep in thought, studying the initial floor plan he’d drawn for Cody’s home for boys. It wasn’t right, and he threw his pencil down in frustration. Turning the drawing upside down, Logan hope to find the problem but all he saw was an upside-down floorplan. Snorting, he said to no one, “What the fuck did you think would happen?” Reaching down to palm his ever-hard cock, he scowled at all the drawings in front of him. Something was blocking his creative juices and he was afraid they wouldn’t return until he fucked a certain pink-loving twink.
Pissed at what was happening to him, Logan was eager to pin all his woes on Kieran. Ever since Dakota’s visit, Logan’s brain was consumed by the possibility he’d found his Fated Mate. So much so, he took a break and did some research—accessing the Universal Paranormal High Council online library trying to find out how a shifter knew his mate. What he learned convinced him he hadn’t found a Fated Mate because he was actually turned off by Kieran’s scent. He certainly had no desire to bury his nose in Kieran’s neck and inhale deeply as he’d seen his twin do to Steel so many times.
However, if he disregarded his aversion to Kieran’s scent, his desire to take Kieran and fuck him until he couldn’t walk for the next week definitely screamed Fated Mate along with his endless hard cock. Logan looked down at the offending member that had been driving him crazy for the past two weeks and knew he had to make a decision because he couldn’t keep this up. Maybe if he fucked Kieran once, he could get it out of his system and find some relief from the turmoil he was in. But as soon as that thought entered his head, he knew he wouldn’t do it because Cody would kill him.
Logan leaned back in his chair and gazed out the window as he absentmindedly reached into his sweatpants and tugged on his cock. Letting go all his thoughts, he watched the eagles fly, searching for any prey they could find to take back to their nests. Letting his mind fly free with the birds, Logan finally relaxed for the first time since Kieran arrived. That’s when he heard the first strains of ancient Irish music wrapping itself around him before finding its way into his soul. As the music rose and fell, Logan felt surrounded by a love so strong it nearly caused him to faint. He sat still, not daring to move, afraid the music would disappear and leave him alone once again. Closing his eyes, he listened as more music filled his soul, bringing him warmth and happiness, replacing all the loneliness that had taken root ever since childhood.
How long he’d heard the music, Logan didn’t know, but time had ceased to exist as he was cocooned in a world he never knew existed. Tension was stripped from his body, his cock softened, his muscles relaxed, and his heart felt the siren’s call. In a state of euphoria, Logan couldn’t move or think; the songs slowly embedding themselves into his heart and soul. He now knew whathe’d been missing his whole life and he wanted more of it.
Somehow Logan found himself lying on his sofa. Whatever spell the music had cast, it allowed him to dwell on the feelings it evoked in him, knowing it was exactly what he needed. As the ancient words floated in the air, Logan fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, and the music slowly faded.
Below, Kieran stepped from his shower and rubbed himself dry with a heated towel. He was surprised when the music burst forth, but as it left his mouth, his spirit followed it and Kieran finally realized why he was brought to the Blackwood Pack. While the thought excited him, he’d be lying to himself if he also wasn’t worried. How and when it happened was still unknown, but one thing he did know—he had to be in Scotland by next week.
“Come in,” Kieran called out in response to the knock at his door. Emerging from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he saw Theo and Norman sitting on his bed. Luckily, he’d removed all evidence of his impromptu pleasuring before taking his shower.
“Another shower, Ki?” asked Theo.
Changing the subject, Kieran said, “Hey…did you enjoy cooking with Dakota today?”
“Yup, and you are going to eat the steaks I made, so hurry up and get dressed. Dinner’s ready, and you won’t want to miss my food.”
Chuckling, Kieran said, “I think Cody put you exactly where you really want to be.” Pulling on his skinny jeans and a cotton turtleneck top, Kieran looked briefly in the mirror and finger combed his hair into place. “Okay, let’s go and see what you made.”
Chapter 11
Logan woke early the next morning just as the sky turned pink. Stretching, then rubbing the sleep dust from his eyes, he smiled as he thought of the music he heard the night before. Looking outside, he saw it was early dawn and that’s when it hit him he’d slept through dinner time and the rest of the night without waking up once. Closing his eyes again and relishing the feeling of total relaxation, he checked on his wolf, happy to see him still asleep. It was nice not to fight him, but it was puzzling, since his wolf had been so restless and agitated. It was one of the reasons he’d gotten so little rest for the past two weeks. Deciding to take advantage of his snoozing wolf, Logan turned over, and fell back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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It had become a habit since arriving here—watching the sky become a very pale pink then to a deeper rose until the first rays of the sun peeked over the mountaintop turning the sky to blue. Kieran vowed never to take a sunrise for granted again especially when the years in Arald’s cage prevented him from seeing one. Standing naked at the window, Kieran sent his spirit to check on Logan, hoping his mate had slept better. In the meantime, he was tugging on his cock, relishing the feeling it was giving him.
A mate! A Fated Mate! How lucky can I be!He never believed the Fates would ever give him one after they had forsaken him—or at least that’s how he viewed it when they allowed him to be sold into slavery. Now it appeared he’d been forgiven for whatever wrong he’d committed and for that, he was thankful. As his spirit rejoined him and reported on his mate, Kieran smiled when he learned Logan had gone back to sleep. From now on, Loganwouldn’t suffer any symptoms shifters would normally feel when they found their mate. He had taken care of that with the songs he’d sung to him last night and it would last until their claiming.
Yet, how to proceed? That was the question on his mind while he’d lain in bed picturing his mate’s dark, brown hair, sharp, well-defined cheekbones, full lips and the sexy scruff on Logan’s handsome face. Kieran knew Logan was Jackson’s twin, but they weren’t identical as Cody, Colton, and Carson were. No, his mate was taller and more heavily muscled than Jackson, but what really set him apart was his deep-set, gold-green eyes, giving him a sexy, brooding look. Sighing, his mind was filled with an image of Logan’s cock in him, pounding away—definitely something to look forward to. But first, he had to set his plan in motion. Giving his cock one more tug, he headed to the shower, so he’d be ready when Theo and Norm came to pick him up for breakfast.
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Josiah’s phone was ringing as he entered his office. Taking it out of his pocket and shutting the door behind him, he walked over to his desk. Hitting the button, he said “Hello?”
“Alpha Silver Point, please.”
“Speaking, who is this?” Josiah growled.
“Wolfgrim Morris of the Universal Paranormal High Council. I’m informing you Alpha Blackwood has been served with your complaint. They have sixty days to answer and when they do, I will forward a copy of it to you.”
“Did you tell Alpha Blackwood what happens if he harms me or my pack members?”
“Yes, he has received notice. Good bye Alpha Silver Point.”
