14. Gray/ Spike

14

GRAY/ SPIKE

GRAY

“I’m glad you enjoyed tonight,” Spike said.

I settled against the soft blankets and pillows spread out beneath us. Spike rolled on top of me. He started spoiling me with more kisses as he undressed me.

In moments, I lay before him, nude and without secrets. Shyly, I tugged at the collar of his shirt and nipped at his ear, before whispering, “Your turn.”

Smiling, Spike stood up and gave me a little strip show. He laughed when I whistled in appreciation.

Spike straddled me again, and I speared my fingers through his hair as he worshiped my body again and again.

Every scorching kiss and touch, I engraved in my memory.

When Spike reached my dick, he gave the tip a kiss and I groaned. He licked and sucked me from root to base.

Needing something to hold onto, I clutched at the blanket while Spike continued giving me the best blowjob of my life.

He didn’t let me come, not right away. Just when I was on the verge of climax, Spike halted, then slid two fingers inside my asshole.

I groaned, already wet and ready for him. It used to embarrass me that omega shifters were self-lubricating but that night, I was grateful for being what I was.

Spike hefted my legs over his broad shoulders. “You ready?” Spike asked and I nodded, unable to speak.

He made his way slowly inside my asshole, so I was aware of every glorious inch of him. When he was finally hilt deep inside me, I groaned. Spike began to move, strokes slow at first, before building up speed.

The momentary pain of his entry was soon forgotten, replaced by sheer ecstasy. Sweat beaded our bodies as he pumped in and out of me.

Each time Spike entered me, I met him for every thrust. Something, a part of my soul, my inner wolf, seemed to reach out and touched Spike’s grizzly each time our bodies joined.

It wasn’t long before Spike brought me to the edge of oblivion. At his last entry, the pressure building inside me burst opened. I emptied my balls and painted his abs with my jizz.

After several thrusts, Spike filled me with his seed. He collapsed next to me. his presence warm and comforting.

His arm wrapped around me, pulling me close as we lay side by side, our fingers intertwined.

I tilted my head back, gazing up at the canopy of stars above, feeling a sense of wonder wash over me.

It was moments like these, when the world felt so vast and full of possibility, that I felt most alive.

"Spike," I began, "there's something I need to tell you."

He waited patiently for me to continue.

"I love you," I whispered. "I love you with all that I am, with every beat of my heart."

For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with anticipation as I waited for Spike's response.

And then, with a soft smile that lit up his face like a beacon in the darkness, Spike reached out and took my hand in his.

"I love you too, Gray," he said. "More than words can express, more than the stars in the sky."

I soon felt Spike’s warm breath against the side of his neck and then his sharp teeth.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Please what, Gray?” Spike asked.

“Make me yours. Forever,” I said.

Spike didn’t ask me if was certain, he simply bit down, hard enough to draw blood.

I gasped at the initial burst of pain but pain was inconsequential as Spike’s inner grizzly drew my wolf close.

The moment our eyes locked, something shifted deep within me, as if a dormant force had been awakened.

I felt it like a sudden rush of energy coursing through my veins, electrifying and undeniable.

It was as if the universe itself had conspired to bring us together, weaving a bond between us that transcended time and space.

In that moment, I knew without a doubt that Spike was meant to be a part of my life, my heart, my soul.

As the realization washed over me, I felt a surge of emotions rise within me, overwhelming yet exhilarating.

It was as if every moment we had shared, every laugh, every touch, had led us to this inevitable point where our destinies intertwined.

And as our gazes held, I saw in Spike's eyes the same recognition, the same depth of feeling mirrored back at me.

In that moment, I knew that we were connected in a way that went beyond mere words or gestures. We were mates, now and forever.

SPIKE

As Gray watched us load the weapons, obvious concern on his face, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.

He wanted to come with us, to stand by my side and help in any way he could. But I couldn't risk his safety, not when the stakes were so high.

“You tagging along, it’s a bad idea," I told him, stepping closer to where he stood.

"But if Jack sees that the two of us are mated..." Gray trailed off, his voice heavy with worry. “Maybe he’ll back off or Olaf will tell him to stop.”

I smiled softly, reaching out to gently touch the bandaged mark on his neck, a silent reminder of our bond.

Gray turned to Nitro. "Promise me you'll watch Spike's back?" Gray asked.

Nitro rolled his eyes in response, but I knew my best friend understood Gray was just worried. “Always," Nitro replied.

I gave Gray one last kiss, a pang of longing shot through me, wishing I could stay with him a little while longer. Maybe that was just the mate mark talking.

Newly mated shifters couldn’t stand to be apart from each other.

"Be good while I'm away," I told him.

Gray laughed softly. "I should be the one telling you that," Gray said.

I chuckled, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over me at his words.

"Don't worry, I'll be on my best behavior," I promised.

I finally climbed into the truck. Nitro started the engine and we were off.

"Was I ever that sappy with Tommy?" Nitro's question broke the silence, but there was a hint of wistfulness in his voice.

"Worse," I replied with a chuckle, remembering some of Nitro's more sentimental moments with his own mate.

"Gray's going to be fine, Spike," Nitro reassured me, sensing my unease. "Didn't Julian promise you he'd watch over Gray while we're away?"

"Yeah," I nodded, feeling a measure of relief at the reminder. "But I haven't mentioned that to Gray. He wouldn't like the idea of being babysat."

"The things we do for our mates, huh?" Nitro joked, but there was an underlying seriousness to his words that resonated with me.

As we neared Blue Vale Valley, my inner grizzly stirred restlessly, sensing the impending danger. We were stepping into hostile territory, and neither of us relished the prospect.

Once valued clients, the wolves of Blue Vale Valley were now our...enemies?

Probable enemies, I silently corrected. Unless Nitro and I somehow managed to clear things up with Olaf, but was there still a way to fix this? Or had Jack Roth taken steps to ensure a resolution was close to impossible?

A few hours later, we finally arrived at the Blue Vale Valley compound, and I was surprised when the guards simply waved us through.

It was Amelia, Olaf's third, who waited for us, not Jack. The two werewolves with Amelia checked our gift of guns before nodding to her for confirmation.

She looked relieved, and I wondered if she thought we had some kind of trick up our sleeve. Amelia no longer trusted us, I thought.

“This way,” Amelia said curtly.

As we followed Amelia through the compound, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling creeping up my spine. The place seemed unusually quiet, and the tension in the air was palpable.

What was going on? The guards' casual demeanor at the entrance, Amelia's guarded reception, and the absence of Jack Roth—all these signs hinted at something brewing beneath the surface.

“I thought Jack was supposed to meet us,” I pointed out.

Nitro sighed, but Amelia didn’t seem insulted by the question.

"Jack and his crew are having a little luncheon in town," Amelia answered.

Her words only fueled my suspicion. Why would Jack avoid meeting us? And what was he up to now?

Nitro shot me a glance, a silent warning to tread carefully. I nodded subtly in acknowledgment, but my mind was racing with questions.

What was really going on here? Venom sent us here to get answers, I reminded myself. This was our chance.

Amelia finally led us to Olaf's private office. She lingered by the doorway. Was she worried Nitro and I would do something to her boss?

Amelia didn’t matter, I reminded myself. I turned my attention to Olaf. Olaf looked even more worn out and older than I last remembered.

"Spike, so my old friend sends you here with gifts of apology. Venom values our friendship more than your well-being," Olaf said.

A growl slipped out of my throat without warning. Nitro gripped my arm, and the pain helped steady me. The old wolf's just trying to get a rise out of you, I reminded myself.

"Venom sent you here to explain yourself, so talk, because I'm rather busy," Olaf said when I said nothing for a few moments.

I was still trying to piece together today's oddness—the mention of Jack and his crew being elsewhere, Amelia's initial distrust of us, the strangely empty compound.

Something wasn't adding up, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach.

But I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. It was time to explain ourselves to Olaf, and hopefully, mend the strained relationship between our packs.

"Jack Roth sent mercenaries to our territory to retrieve Gray," I stated firmly, my gaze unwavering.

"Lies," Amelia interjected, her tone dismissive.

"Nitro, show them the video," I instructed, nodding towards Nitro.

He pulled up the footage he had captured during the interrogation and offered his phone to Amelia and Olaf. As the video played, Amelia leaned in closer, her expression skeptical.

"This means nothing, anyone would break under torture," she scoffed.

"Our resident hacker, Whizz, also looked into this mercenary's bank account and found a transfer from Jack Roth's personal account," I added, emphasizing our findings.

Nitro took his phone back, closed the video and displayed a copy of the mercenary's recent online banking transactions.

Amelia's complexion paled, and Olaf remained unnaturally still. It dawned on me that they were desperately hoping my claim wasn't true, but the evidence we brought forth was irrefutable.

As Olaf and Amelia mulled over the damning evidence we presented, I couldn't shake the feeling of impending trouble.

The sound of engines and laughter filtered in from outside, drawing my attention to the window. Stepping closer, I peered through the glass.

My breath caught as I spotted multiple vehicles pulling into the compound. Werewolves spilled out of them, their voices carrying on the wind. But it was the figure emerging from a sleek Mercedes that made my blood run cold.

Jack Roth.

He strutted out of the car, laughing at a joke another werewolf shared. My gaze flicked to the others in the room, but Olaf and Amelia seemed oblivious to the looming threat.

It wasn't just Jack and his crew; it looked like half the pack had returned with him.

I shifted my attention away from Jack and focused on the dark-haired, tall, muscular, and imposing figure that dismounted from his motorcycle.

It didn't escape me that most of the werewolves gave him a wide berth.

"Not a wolf," I thought as the guy looked up and took off his sunglasses.

Golden eyes tinged with black met mine, and the challenge in that crazed stare made me bare my teeth at him.

He only smiled at me, showing me double rows of teeth, like those of a shark's.

Was this who the mercenary meant by Jack’s monster?

A surge of urgency coursed through my veins and I forced myself to look away from…whatever that supernatural was.

I turned sharply to face Olaf and Amelia, who were engrossed in their conversation.

"Olaf, this is all the proof we need," Amelia insisted, her voice tinged with frustration."Surely the others..."

"Hush, we have outsiders here," Olaf snapped, his tone sharp.

"Jack's turned half the pack against you, hasn't he?" I declared.

Olaf and Amelia's gazes snapped to me, their expressions shifting from surprise to realization. In that moment, I knew I had struck gold.

“Aw hell,” Nitro muttered darkly under his breath.