Chapter 6

After the muffins had been devoured, sexual tension filled the room as Heath studied his mate. Tall, dark, and handsome were words he’d heard used to describe many men; his mate had all those attributes…and many more. “You have a crumb,” Heath murmured, reaching out to brush it off the corner of his mate’s mouth.

Grabbing Heath’s finger, Tristan wrapped his lips around it and sucked it while keeping his gaze locked on his mate’s lust-filled eyes. Moaning at the taste, he swirled his tongue around it before slowly letting it slip from his mouth. He craved more but hesitated, his limited knowledge of mating protocol inhibiting him from going further too quickly.

Eyes dilated by desire, cock rock hard, Heath just stared at Tristan, unable to move. “Why didja stop?”

Taking that as permission to continue, Tristan smiled wickedly, reaching down to fondle his mate’s cock. Not wasting another moment, he unzipped Heath’s pants and pulled out his dripping dick. “Oh fuck!” he muttered, looking down at it as his hand stroked it. Leaning in, he kissed Heath’s inviting mouth before gently sinking his teeth into his mate’s pouty lower lip before letting go. Smirking when he heard Heath groan, Tristan sank to his knees, flicking his tongue over the tip of his mate’s cock before closing his lips around it.

Throwing back his head, Heath closed his eyes and gasped as an onslaught of erotic fire surged through his body. Reaching out for Tristan’s hair with both hands, he steadied his mate’s head and exhaled a small puff of air when his mate’s tongue reached the slit of his cock. Nothing had ever felt so good and every fiber of his body was clamoring for more. Suddenly Heath opened his eyes and stared down at Tristan, seeing in his mate’s eyes a hunger that matched his.

Grinning devilishly, Heath tenderly ran a finger down the side of Tristan’s face, as he made his way to his mate’s mouth. Once there, he traced the lips encasing his cock, before sticking a finger in alongside it.

Tristan eagerly wrapped his tongue around the slim intruder, laved it with his saliva, and felt his own cock beginning to pulse as he imagined what his mate had in store for him.

Heath couldn’t wait any longer. Stepping back, he slipped both his cock and finger from Tristan’s mouth, eliciting a whimper from his mate. Grabbing his mate’s arms, Heath tugged Tristan to his feet, then turned him around and bent him over the desk. Making quick work of removing the clothing blocking his access to Tristan’s sweet hole, he then ran his hands over the plump cheeks of his mate’s ass, eager to feel them against his body.

Panting, Tristan couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so turned on or wanted someone so badly. But instead of feeling the burn of a hungry cock entering him, his mate began to caress his ass. Frustrated with unfulfilled sexual desire, he looked over his shoulder and snapped, “Now would be good!”

Chuckling softly, Heath slapped one of Tristan’s firm cheeks, watching it barely bounce before settling down. “Your fucking ass must have been made by the gods,” he muttered, before kneeling and running his tongue down his mate’s crack. Then, seeking his prize, his strong fingers pulled Tristan’s cheeks apart, revealing his destination. Flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth as it circled the rim, he felt his mate’s hole begin to quiver. “So fucking responsive!” he murmured, before diving back in for more. Stiffening his tongue. he began to work his way into the tight opening.

Growling as his mate’s hole clamped down, he pulled back and slapped Tristan’s ass again, pausing for a moment until his mate relaxed the muscles circling the entrance to his hole. Then Heath began moving his tongue in and out, giving his mate a preview of what was to come.

Gripping the sides of the desk, Tristan’s cock, now dripping with pre-come, grew harder, as Heath’s tongue continued to excite him. He’d never experienced anything like this before and it was driving him crazy with pleasure. Grabbing his dick with his hand, he stroked it, trying to move his hips every time Heath’s tongue entered him, but his mate would have none of that and kept him pinned down. Pumping his cock faster, he tried to reach the orgasm that was being kept out of reach. “Dammit! Fuck me now!” Tristan snarled.

Taking leave of Tristan’s cheeks, Heath grinned at his mate’s impatience. Pushing his pants down to his thighs, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with his mate’s hole. Then, entering slowly, he leaned down over Tristan’s back, whispering, “Hang on!” Straightening up, Heath thrust his hips forward, sinking his turgid cock into his mate’s tight velvet tunnel and then quickly pulling out until just the tip of his cock was still inside. Pausing for a second, he then rammed it back in, stopping only when his balls met his mate’s.

“Holy fucking hell!” Tristan’s shout echoed off the walls of the room and desire roared through his veins as his mate’s cock glided against his pleasure spot. Flames of desire spread through his body as Heath’s hips continued their fast and furious domination of his hole and Tristan’s hand was forced to release his cock in order to grip the desk once more. Sounds he’d never made before roared from his mouth in a steady stream.

Heath gripped Tristan’s hips, holding him in place as he pounded his ass, driven by a need he never knew he was capable of having. His lust ignited a burning desire to make Tristan forever the center of his life. Pumping furiously, his balls began to tighten and his fangs dropped. Then, leaning down until his mouth met Tristan’s shoulder, he buried them into his mate’s flesh, filling him with his seed at the same time.

“Fuck!” His mate’s bite sent a tsunami of flames through Tristan. The pain of Heath’s bite had triggered his untouched cock into shooting cum all over the side of the desk as his ass clenched his mate’s dick. It was too much; ecstasy consumed him and he ascended to the stars.

The taste of Tristan’s blood was sweet and Heath vowed to have more of it soon. Licking the claiming bite he’d made, he smiled, knowing Tristan would now know to whom he belonged to every time he looked in the mirror. Circling the bite with gentle kisses, he whispered, “You’re mine…always.”

Contentment. That’s what Heath felt as his and Tristan’s heartbeats slowed down. Smiling, his hands reached out until they found his mate’s. Then linking their fingers together, he murmured, “Ready for round two?”

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Keeping Smokey occupied with something to do without his mates being close by wasn’t going to be easy, but Norm had a plan. Reaching Dylon’s office, he rapped his knuckles against the doorjamb, waiting until his friend looked over at him.

“Got a minute? I need a favor.”

“Sure,” Dylon said, smiling. “What can I do for you?”

Norm checked the hall to make sure Smokey wasn’t lurking nearby before and then entered and closed the door behind him. Sitting down in a chair near his friend’s desk, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small box and, after opening it, slid it across the desk.

Taking it, Dylon studied it before looking up. “It’s beautiful…I take it that it’s for Smokey?”

“Yeah… Theo and I…we want to make sure he knows we’re all bound to each other and, since Jackson has already given his permission for the three of us to be married, it only makes sense for us to propose to him.”

“And you want me to distract Smokey while you and Theo…”

“Ki’s organizing it with Theo.”

Chuckling, Dylon handed the ring back to Norm. “So it’s gonna be a Kieran’s special, huh?”

“Definitely. That’s why we need Smokey busy with somethin’ else. He’s already asking me questions about what they’re doing.”

“Leave it to me. I have the perfect project to keep him occupied and out of your hair.”

“Thanks,” Norm replied, rising. “I owe you one.”

“Good luck!” Dylon called out as Norm left his office. He wasn’t going to contradict him, but Norm didn’t owe him anything—not after what Smokey had done for the Blackwood Pack by killing its worst enemy. Picking up his phone, he searched for a number, hit the call button, and when Smokey answered, Dylon asked, “Are you free?”

Smokey, who was visiting Dakota in his hospital room, glanced over at Theo who was busy talking to him. “Yeah, whatcha need?”

“Can you find Glenn and bring him here? I want to discuss the humans with you guys and see if we can come up with a plan to take ‘em out.”

Grinning, Smokey said, “Duh…sounds right up our alley. See you in five.” Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he walked over to his mate and waited until there was a break in the conversation. “Hey, Shining Star, Dylon wants to see me and Glenn…will you be okay here?”

Beaming at Smokey, Theo nodded. “Eagle Feather will be here in a minute.”

“I’ll be back shortly,” Smokey murmured, leaning down to give his mate a kiss. Then, glancing over at Dakota, he smiled. “Congrats! Maxwell is a charmer.”

Theo’s eyes followed Smokey out of the hospital room and then, looking back at Dakota, said, “I thought he’d never leave.”

Dakota’s eyebrows shot up. “Why?”

Smiling mischievously, Theo, lowered his voice. “Norm told me the ring we picked out came today, so Ki is gonna help me make it special for Smokey when we propose to him. We want it to be a surprise, so Ki told Norm he had to make sure Smokey was busy doing somethin’ else instead of watching me.”

“Smart man!” Dakota smirked. “So Dylon’s the diversion. ”

Nodding vigorously, Theo said, “I thought it would be much harder to get Dylon on board, but I guess I worried for nothing.”

Chuckling, Slate shifted Maxwell from one shoulder to the other and continued to gently pat his back. “Dylon’s a sucker when it comes to anything to do with you or Norm.”

“Slate’s right,” Dakota said. “He’s been watching out for you guys ever since the rescue. Now, what can I do to help with this amazingly romantic meal you’re planning?”

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“Josiah was the sole stockholder in the company that owns the land where he was camping,” Eddie said, looking at his boss.

“How sure are you?” Reeve asked, getting up from the fallen tree.

“Absolutely positive. The boys in accounting found a transfer of Josiah’s personal funds to an offshore bank. It took a while, but they finally got the bank records, and one showed the money was transferred to Josiah’s company bank account. From there it was easy to put together the pieces.”

Shaking his head, Reeve muttered, “What a fucking asshole.”

“There’s more.”

“What?”

“I had the tech guys go over the aerial photos and it appears to have a house along with several outbuildings on it.”

“You got to be kiddin’. ”

“Sorry, wish I was,” Eddie said, handing Reeve several documents. “It’s all there…building permits, payments to contractors for various work done, and the appraisal by the accounting guys. He spent a pretty penny on it.”

Reeve slowly read each document, his anger growing with every word. Now, at last, he had the answer to where the hell the money had gone. “Five million dollars?” Reeve asked Eddie. “Are you fucking sure that house is worth five million dollars?”

“It’s also the land, which is prime real estate.”

Studying the slightly blurred picture of the house, Reeve couldn’t tell much other than it was huge—which shouldn’t have surprised him but it did. The man had an ego that was bigger than the state of California. But it also explained other things, such as that many of the statues of Josiah found in the Alpha house weren’t solid gold as he’d first thought. He looked up at Eddie and ordered, “Put together a team to secure the property. Get the accounting team in there to compile a detailed list of each item in the house along with photos of the interior of the house and the other buildings.”

After Eddie left, Reeve sunk down on the log again, staring at the documents he still had. If the appraisal was right, the last issue that needed to be resolved was going to be easy.

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When Heath finally finished, Tristan stood up and winced at the pain he felt. It wouldn’t take long for his body to heal itself but until it did, he was going to enjoy the constant reminder of his claiming.

Seeing his mate’s reaction, Heath reached up and held Tristan’s face until their eyes finally met. “Hey…you okay? ”

Slowly, a sensuous smile appeared on Tristan. “Much better than okay…you could say I’m fucking over the moon.”

“So you’re ready to go again,” Heath murmured, wrapping his hand around his mate’s tie and tugging on it.

Looking down at the state of their clothing, Tristan muttered. “Can’t. I need a shower. I don’t think Jackson would be impressed if I smell like a cum factory.” Raising his gaze to meet his mate’s, his eyes brightened at the image that suddenly appeared in his mind. “Shower with me,” he whispered, brushing his lips against Heath’s.”

“Love to,” Heath said softly. Letting go of his mate’s tie, he reached down for Tristan’s cock and tucked it back into his mate’s pants before zipping them up. He glanced at the cum dripping onto the floor from the side of the desk and chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

Pointing to the floor, Heath said, “Well, if they didn’t hear you shout out my name when you came, they’ll know it now when they see that.”

Following his mate’s finger, Tristan blushed at the sight. Smacking Heath on the chest, he said, “Just don’t stand there, get some paper towels. I’m not leaving it here for anyone to see.”

Bursting into laughter, Heath headed to the small kitchenette and grabbed a roll of paper towels. Handing them to Tristan, he said, “Babe…trust me…no one’s gonna care if your cum’s on the floor.”

Tearing a bunch of towels from the roll, Tristan started to wipe up the puddles of jism. Looking up at his mate, he said, “If it’s Reeve…then no…I doubt he’d give a shit…but what if my grandparents decide to stop by and see us?”

“Oh fuck!” Dropping to the floor, Heath grabbed the roll out of his mate’s hand and tore off a wad.

“By the way, I promised to bring you over to meet them,” Tristan announced, looking at his mate. “Is that okay?”

“That’s good,” Heath replied. “But you might not feel the same when my family insists on meeting you.”

“Why?”

“Because I have a big, fucking family and, unfortunately, they’re all a bunch of nosy assholes.” Gathering up the used paper towels, Heath threw them into the wastebasket before getting to his feet. Holding out his hand, he grinned. “C’mon…time for some wet fun.”