“But the real puzzle is why doesn’t the agency or the High Council know about it?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yup…I’ve searched and trust me, there isn’t a hint anywhere that there’s anything unusual about the members of the Blackwood Pack.”
Mulling over the recent information from Riley, Glenn leaned back in his chair, adding it to the recent news regarding Fouché and Sawyer. Now he was certain Alex was unique, and what pissed him off was he was pretty sure Dylon knew why The Collector wanted the dragon but was keeping it a secret. Walking into a situation blind wasn’t something Glenn was happy about, but he couldn’t see any other acceptable choice this time.Secrets! They always come back to bite you in the ass. Sitting up and swiveling his monitor so Riley could see it, he said, “Dylon gave me the location of Fouché and Sawyer. They’re at this campground. Get me everything you can on it. I’ll be back shortly.”
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Jumping up from the bench, Sawyer found Alex, standing on the steps of the motorhome with his arms hugging his body. “Hey, you okay?”
Glancing around the campsite first before coming back to his mate, Alex asked, “Why aren’t we at the hotel?”
Walking over to his mate, Sawyer replied, “You were exhausted and wouldn’t wake up. I didn’t think you would want me to carry you through the lobby so I canceled our reservation and rebooked it for tomorrow. I brought you here because my motorhome has two bedrooms.”
Blinking back the sudden tears appearing in his eyes at his mate’s words Alex chastised himself for jumping to conclusions about Sawyer’s motives. It was something he’d done growing up and never feeling wanted.He brought me to his motorhome, so he hasn’t changed his mind about claiming me.Seeking to confirm his mate’s intentions, Alex swallowed the lump in his throat before asking, “Why are two bedrooms important? You slept with me last night.”
“I did, sweetheart, but you asked me to…I wasn’t going to assume it was a blanket permission for me to sleep with you tonight…and I didn’t want to wake you to ask since you were sleeping so soundly.”
“Oh!” Alex’s voice squeaked, surprised at Sawyer’s thoughtfulness. A smile graced his face as he extended his hand to his mate. “Thank you very much…but, please, come to bed with me. When I woke up, it was cold and lonely…I missed your body next to mine. I’m sorry I ruined your plans, but you can claim me now…that is, if you want to.”
Taking Alex’s hand, Sawyer stepped up to be even with his mate, placing his other hand on the doorframe. Leaning down, he pressed a few soft kisses along Alex’s jaw until he reached his ear, then murmured, “Sweetheart, there is nothing more I want right now, but you are exhausted. And call me selfish, but I really want to do our claiming right…with lots of romance and love so you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”
Inhaling sharply at the vision Sawyer painted in his mind, Alex nodded before whispering, “Yes, oh please, yes, Sawyer. I want that too.”
“Glad we are on the same page, sweetheart…let’s go to sleep together…sleep late and then after I make you a great breakfast, we can head over to the hotel for an early check-in. But I’m warning you now…once I lock the door to our room, don’t expect to leave it for several days,” Sawyer growled into Alex’s ear, causing his mate’s body to shiver in response.
“Promise?” Alex whispered, his cock already hard in anticipation of what was to happen.
“Cross my heart.” Then, lifting his mate up before setting him down inside the motorhome, Sawyer joined him, securing the door behind them. Then he led Alex back to the bedroom where he slowly undressed him, leaving only his briefs on. Staring at Alex’s cock outlined by the fabric, Sawyer’s mouth watered, longing for a taste. Placing his hand over the bulge, he felt himself hardening as Alex’s soft moans escaped—his scent of arousal swirling up Sawyer’s nose.
Unable to resist, he sank to his knees, his mouth level with the object of his desire. Leaning forward, Sawyer pressed his nose against the spot of wetness his mate’s pre-cum had made, inhaling deeply, making sure the scent was forever imprinted. Then, driven to touch Alex’s cock, Sawyer hooked his thumbs on his mate’sbrief’s, tugging them down gently, drooling as Alex’s turgid, dripping cock slowly revealed itself.
Looking down at Sawyer, Alex moaned. His mate was staring at his cock, need clearly reflected in his face, making Alex tremble at the sight. No one had ever looked at him that way before, and now Alex knew he’d never want anyone but Sawyer. Lowering his hands, he ran his fingers through his mate’s hair, savoring its softness. Then, when Sawyer tilted his head up to look at him with love and desire burning in his eyes, his dragon blood burst into flames. Alex gasped at the intensity of his feelings for his mate. He heard the raspy roar of his dragon and the high-pitched scream of his fox—both finally in agreement—as they welcomed Sawyer’s wolf. Gazing at Sawyer, he watched as his mate opened his mouth, extending his tongue to lick the tip of Alex’s cock.
Just a drop of Alex’s pre-cum on his tongue set Sawyer’s body afire. He slowly engulfed his mate’s cock, relishing the feel of the steel-softness in his mouth, swallowing it until his nose was surrounded by the curls at its base. Pausing for a second, he savored the aroma before slowly pulling back. Then, bobbing up and down, he used his fist to add a twist every time his mouth receded.
Tightening his grip on his mate’s hair Alex’s legs began to tremble at the onslaught of Sawyer’s mouth. He moaned and grunted as his pleasure was ratcheted to heights he’d never felt before. Every part of his body was consumed by tingling, pinpricks of pleasure, all finally coalescing in his groin, heralding the onset of his orgasm. Breathless now, Alex pulled hard on Sawyer’s hair to warn him about his impending ejaculation. But to his surprise, rather than pull back, his mate tightened hismouth around Alex’s cock, sucking hard as his cum spurted out, making it the best blow job Alex ever had.
Licking his mate’s softening cock clean, Sawyer made sure to lap up every trace of cum he could find. He knew no matter how many times he blew his mate, it would never be enough. His need for Alex extended to every part of him, making Sawyer eager to sink his cock into his mate’s sweet hole—to make him his in all ways. Eventually, he reluctantly let Alex’s cock slip from his mouth. Then, rising, Sawyer covered his mate’s mouth with his, allowing Alex to enjoy the taste of his own cum. When he felt his mate’s legs start to buckle, Sawyer scooped him up and laid him on the bed before undressing and joining him.
Pulling Alex against his chest, Sawyer crooned softly, “Sleep my sweetheart, I’m with you, now and forever.” Smiling at his mate’s faint snores, Sawyer buried his nose in Alex’s hair, inhaling his intoxicating scent as he drifted off.
Chapter 25
Following the GPS instructions, Glenn drove down the road leading to Sawyer’s campsite. The sun had set and it was later than he wanted to arrive, but making sure Ghost and Smokey had all the information and equipment required for their mission took longer than expected. Riley had detected suspicious activity on Panther’s phone and, though it turned out to be only some calls to a local escort service, Glenn insisted he thoroughly check out each person who worked there before giving the all-clear for the mission to proceed.
Glenn’s nose began to twitch, picking up traces of Sawyer’s scent causing his tiger to start purring. But there was another faint, tantalizing scent that pricked his interest; he decided it must belong to Fouché who, according to Dylon, was with Sawyer. He wasn’t too happy about finding the dragon with his mate, but at least it meant Fouché was safe—for the moment—from the clutches of The Collector.
The only problem was Dylon’s request to escort both of them to the Blackwood Pack before he could claim Sawyer. That was something he preferred to do without any interference from his mate’s extended family, especially Alpha Blackwood. And then there was Dylon. Glenn didn’t lie to him, but neglecting to tell him Sawyer was his mate was almost as bad—at least he was pretty sure Dylon would look at it that way. Which made his need to claim Sawyer a top priority because he wouldn’t put it past Dylon to interfere, as a matter of principle, if for no other reason.
Slowing down, Glenn turned off the headlights, using his tiger vision to guide him the rest of the way. Then, seeingthe campsite number, he killed the engine, rolling his SUV to a silent stop between a stand of trees. Peering out, he took note of everything in the woods around the motorhome, making sure no one was lurking in the dark. Satisfied, he silently opened the door and slid out until his feet touched the pine-needle-covered forest floor. Then, shutting the door quietly, he slowly padded over to the motorhome, examining it closely before smiling.
Finally, Glenn was within touching distance of his mate. Inhaling deeply, he quickly exhaled, confused as he picked up a scent of a fox shifter. Instantly on alert, he ducked down, carefully surveying the immediate area to make sure it was secure from intruders before standing and carefully sniffing the air. There were definitely four telltale scents: a wolf, a dragon, a fox and one other which he ignored. Two he could explain but it was the third that had him on edge. Suddenly, his tiger roared out his mating call, asserting himself and, before Glenn could seize control, his fangs descended, his fingernails turned into claws, and thick white fur covered his arms. His tiger had waited long enough for his mate.
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Dreaming about Alex, Sawyer held his breath, watching his mate lower his mouth over the tip of Sawyer’s cock. Everything about it was perfect, something he wanted from the first time he scented Alex. Moaning, he thrust his hips up, frantic for his mate’s lips to caress the length of his dick. His cock was so close to those soft yet firm lips, the ones he loved kissing, the ones that would guide him into the wet hot heat of Alex’s mouth before finding its way down his mate’s throat. Crying out in frustration, Sawyer pumped his hips in rapid thrusts, chasing satisfaction that was just out of reach.
