When Kieran lifted his legs and placed them on Logan’s shoulders, he knew it was time. Logan held his cock against Kieran’s pucker, pushing in slowly until he was all the way inside, pausing while waiting for his mate to adjust to his size. “Move!” Kieran cried, prompting Logan to hold his mate’s legs in place as his hips snapped back before thrusting forward time and time again until he heard his mate demand, “More…harder…faster…please, Logan…” Speeding up, Logan pounded his mate, knowing how sore Kieran would be tomorrow but pleased that his mate would be reminded of his claiming for several days. Logan shifted his position, allowing him to peg Kieran’s prostate at will; Kieran cried out the first time it happened.
Logan could feel the tingle at the base of his spine, his balls tightened, and he knew he was moments away from filling Kieran with his cum and biting him to make himhis. He had reached his pinnacle, his fangs dropped and he saw Kieran’s were also ready. Lowering his mate’s legs to the bed, Logan leaned forward and tilted his head for Kieran to bite him, all the while continuing to hit his mate’s prostate on every stroke—he knew both of them would be coming in seconds. Hearing the mating howl from Kieran caused him to respond, and on the last note flowing from his throat, Kieran came, his orgasm triggering Logan’s as they sank their teeth into each other.
Logan’s fangs sank deep into Kieran’s neck until he tasted the blood of his mate, then felt the pain in his body as his mate did the same to him. Now joined by blood and cum, Kieran’s spirit and wolf entered Logan, forming a union with Logan’s wolf. Stunned at the intruders in his body, Logan tried to pull away, but his wolf would not let him until the union was completed. Locked in place, all Logan could do was wonder who his mate really was.
Chapter 20
He waited until his mate was asleep and the moon high in the sky before he slipped from the bed and moved cat-like toward the bedroom door. Opening it a crack, he slipped through and then closed it silently. Tears filled his eyes as he paused and listened, hoping he’d waited long enough so everyone was asleep. Making it to his room, he packed his belongings, left a note, took the documents and money he needed, headed downstairs and, like a thief in the night, made his escape, leaving everything he held dear behind.
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The morning air was broken by the sound of roaring loud and long and sometimes as if in pain, followed by crashing and splintering sounds coming from somewhere in the house. Steel woke, grabbed Jackson, threw him into a closet and commanded, “Stay there, I’ll get Daniel.” As he ran toward the nursery, he heard doors opening and voices calling out, but his mission was to get to his son. Slamming open the door, Steel’s eyes searched until he found Daniel sitting in the corner of his crib, playing with his stuffed wolf toy. Lifting him up, he tucked Daniel under his arm and ran back to Jackson.
Dylon woke with a start, but in a second, knew what was making the sound. Jumping up, he grabbed Cody and ran into the sitting room/nursery where Jake and Jessica were. “Stay here and don’t leave.” Then Dylon ran out of their bedroom, locking the door behind him and headed for the commotion.
Maximus and Oracle woke as the roaring penetrated their bedroom suite and, rising from their bed, put on their robes. Maximus said to his wife, “I assume you know what this ruckus is about.”
Smiling, Oracle replied, “Of course, this should be interesting. Ready, dear?”
Taking his wife’s hand in response, they left their room and strolled down the hallway.
Colton, trained to remain calm in times of crises, failed, panicking about Ian being in danger. Rousing his pregnant mate, he rushed him to their bedroom closet. “You’ll be safe in here until I sort this out.” Then he left their bedroom and joined Dylon who was rushing upstairs.
Steel looked through the doorway of Kieran’s bedroom, and while the roars continued, they now had the sound of pain threaded through them. He was quickly joined by Dylon and Colton, then Dakota, Carson and Zane, as one by one, their jaws dropped as they stared at the scene in front of them—two very large creamy-white bears, sitting dejectedly on the floor surrounded by broken furniture, shredded bed linens and broken glass.
“What the fuck happened?” asked Carson.
“Where’s Kieran?”
“Holy shit balls! Theodore? Norman?” asked Zane.
Jackson pushed through the crowd, taking in everything. “Dakota has a good point, where is Kieran?”
Cody peeked over Jackson shoulder. “Fuckingbedamn, look at the mess.”
When Steel finally realized Jackson was standing in front of him, he growled, “I told you to stay in the closet.”
“What the fuck do I look like to you? A child? Someone so weak, they need their parents to hide them till the danger is gone?”
“No, but babe…”
“Don’t you ‘but babe’ me. If you ever do that to me again, you’ll be sleeping in that closet for a fucking year.”
“And the same goes for you, Dylon,” said Cody.
“But…”
“But nothing, Dylon. Don’t you think it’s important for me to be here? I’m the only one who can walk into the room without being attacked.”
“Are they hurt? Should I get my medical bag?” asked Ian, who threw Colton a ‘don’t even think about objecting’ look which caused Colton to promptly snap his mouth shut as he moved next to his mate.
Jackson examined the two ghost bears and replied to Ian’s question, “No, I don’t think they’re hurt, at least not physically…whereisKieran?”
“Ask your fucking brother. Kieran was with him yesterday…probably used him as a fuck toy before showing him the door,” growled Dylon.
“Stop it, Dylon! Logan did nothing of the kind,” said Cody.
“Logan? Using Kieran? Why?” asked Jackson.
