Chapter 5
Bruno selected his men and headed out to fulfill his mission.
It was late and pitch black when he parked the van off the road, about a half a mile away from where they’d dumped Dylon.
He got out quietly, listening for sounds in the woods around him as his men circled him, waiting for their assignments.
He didn’t want any fuck-ups tonight; Rudy made it very clear what would happen to him if he failed to complete the job.
After one final search for unwelcomed visitors, they shifted, well hidden by the van and the surrounding trees.
Bruno’s wolf gave a chuff and off the group went.
They found the spot all right, but there wasn’t anything there.
Not a body, clothes, or bones which left only one conclusion—somebody took Dylon.
But why? Oh, shit my boss isn’t gonna like this!
Sniffing the ground where they’d dumped the body he could smell Dylon’s blood soaked into the earth along with a faint scent of a wolf.
Fuck! Rudy is gonna be pissed! He tracked the unknown wolf to the edge of the road before losing the trail which meant he had no way of finding Dylon’s body or the wolf who took it.
Much as he hated to, he had to call Rudy to see what his boss wanted him to do.
Bruno’s wolf signaled the other wolves to follow him as he took off for the van, keeping in the shadows of the trees.
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Dylon sat with his sleeping mate in his arms, thinking about all he’d found out that evening.
Holy Shit! I have a mate—a fucking Fated Mate who has the ability of foresight!
He still found it hard to believe everything Cody told him tonight but he knew his mate was telling the truth.
An Alpha/Omega hybrid mated to a Dire Wolf, a male Omega who was the King of Scottish Wolves mated to a brother who was given a power possessed only by the Archangel Raphael and now Cody, too, would receive a gift from the Fates once they claimed each other.
Well, that would have to wait. He didn’t want it to but Cody was emotionally exhausted.
Dylon knew his mate was hiding something and was afraid to tell him whatever it was.
He could see it in Cody’s eyes—pain and sadness that hung from his mate like an old tattered coat.
He reviewed all he knew about the Blackwood Pack which wasn’t much, only the lies he’d been told by Rudy when he hired Dylon.
At the time, he was outraged when he heard about some of Josiah’s nephews killing Josiah’s brother Striker and his family.
He was sure the brothers had gone rogue and were looking to attack other packs.
What a fucking fool I was to accept Rudy’s story.
I should have investigated it instead of accepting his word.
At that thought, Dylon paused when he realized why he accepted Rudy’s explanation without question.
I didn’t smell any deceit on his part! How could that be?
Something is very wrong with this picture and I need to find out what it is, so I can protect my mate.
Maybe my Dad would know how that asshole was able to deceive me.
Oh shit! Dad! He is going to be worried because I haven’t called for a while—ever since I was locked up.
Oh shit, I hope he doesn’t call Silver Point looking for me.
Dylon had to call his father quickly to prevent that.
But how? His phone was back in his room at Silver Point Pack House.
Humph. No, Rudy would have gotten rid of my stuff including the phone.
He was considering his options when Cody’s brother entered the room.
Dylon stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
“Hi Dylon, I’m Colton. Do you remember who I am?” he spoke in a very low voice as not to wake his brother.
“Yeah, you are one of the triplets Cody told me about. You’re the one who saved me, right?” Dylon whispered.
“Yes. Did Cody tell you about my gift?”
“Yes, and I remember what happened when you touched me. Cody clarified what it was.”
“Okay. I just want to check your vitals to make sure everything’s as it should be.”
“Sure, but can you do it without waking my mate? He’s exhausted.”
“Sure. Just give me one of your arms.”
Dylon carefully moved Cody to keep him supported against his chest and then stuck out his right arm.
Colton checked Dylon’s blood pressure, pulse and listened to his heart before pulling back and declaring him fit.
“Do you have a phone I could use? I haven’t called my father in a while and he and my mother will be worried.”
“Hmm, I do, but I’ll have to ask Jackson first if it’s okay.” Then seeing his brother’s mate stiffen, he added, “Please don’t get upset. It’s nothing about you. It’s that Jackson will want to talk to Cody first. But let me see what I can do.”
Dylon watched him leave the room and was secretly pleased about the level of security in place here.
He could wait. He knew he wasn’t going anywhere except where his mate went and gods help the wolf who might harm Cody.
Dylon heard his wolf chuff in agreement with that thought.
He looked down at his mate and smiled at him.
Softly snoring, Cody’s face was relaxed as the tension and worry flowed from his body.
Tomorrow would have to do—whether it was their claiming or the talk about whatever Cody was hiding.
Leaning his head back against the wall, he closed his eyes and thought of his parents.
They’d be very happy and certainly would want to come here to meet the Alpha and the rest of the members of the Blackwood Pack.
It was a good thing Oracle was here because she could smooth the way with his parents.
It would be a tricky introduction without disclosing Jackson’s or Colton’s gift.
A shiver went through his body as he remembered the state he was in when Jimmy found him.
Those bastards! They left me there to die!
They knew I could no longer shift. Fucking assholes!
How can I explain this to my parents without telling them about Colton’s gift?
Dylon was pondering different options when he heard the door open.
Lifting his head, he cracked his eyes open a bit and saw Jackson and Steel standing there. Cocking an eyebrow, he waited.
“How’s my brother?” Jackson murmured.
“Exhausted,” Dylon whispered. “How is it you or any other pack member failed to see how upset he was? I saw it as soon as I opened my eyes and I didn’t even know him.”
Steel growled. “Watch how you speak to the Alpha.”
Jackson laid his hand on his mate’s arm, before saying, “You have a point there, Dylon. But I suggest you ask your mate that question first before you attribute any wrongdoing to us. Now, if you’re finished with baseless accusations, let’s address your request for a phone.”
Dylon felt Jackson’s alpha power roll over him and he tilted his head immediately. Holy Shit! That’s some powerful mojo for someone so young.
“My apologies, Alpha,” Dylon whispered, his head still bent.
“Accepted. Who do you want to call and why?”
Straightening his head, Dylon checked to make sure Cody was still sleeping before answering. “I must call my parents. They’ll be worried about me since I missed my last scheduled call to them.”
“What are you going to tell them?”
“Don’t worry, I promised my mate I’ll keep all of your secrets. I know you don’t know me, but you can trust me.”
Steel growled. “How did you end up with the Silver Point Pack?”
Dylon frowned. “I don’t know that it’s any of your business.”
Steel started to speak, but was prevented when Jackson spoke first, “You’re right Mr. Royd, it is none of our business but what is my business is the safety of this pack. So, based on your decision to keep information from us, I will have to refuse…”
“No, wait. I’m sorry. You’re right, of course.
I heard they were hiring enforcers and I applied for the job.
I left my previous job because I found out the Alpha wanted me to shake down pack members in order to extort money from them.
I overheard two enforcers talking about the Silver Point Pack and how they paid good money so I applied and was hired. ”
“Have you told Cody this?”
“Not all. He fell asleep and I didn’t want to wake him.”
“Jackson, what’s the problem?” asked Cody, sleepily.
“Oh darling, I’m sorry I woke you up,” Dylon said, before looking at Jackson. “I can call tomorrow. I think it’s better if Cody can get some more sleep.”
“Who do you want to call?” asked Cody.
“I wanted to call my father. I know he’s worried and I don’t want him to do anything that would cause a problem for you or your pack.”
“Jackson, why won’t you let him call his father?” Cody asked as he sat up.
“Cody, are you going to claim your Fated Mate? Has he agreed to claim you?” Jackson asked.
“His name is Dylon and yes, I will claim him. Now, can he call his father?”
“Dylon, have you agreed to Cody claiming you…and are you going to claim him?” Jackson asked.
“Yes. I think I am the luckiest person on earth to have been given this gift from the Fates,” Dylon murmured while looking at Cody.
Jackson searched Dylon’s face before saying, “You can make your call. Afterward, Cody can take you to your suite. Tomorrow we can talk about all the rest. Mystia found your belongings which had been dumped south of the Silver Point Pack lands and they’re now in your room.
I don’t know if it’s everything but it’s all there was. ”
“Thank you. I promise you I will keep all your secrets. I won’t put my mate or his pack in danger.”
“Good, because this is now your pack, also. Good night.”
Dylon heard Jackson and Steel leave but he was still staring at his mate’s face, seeking assurances Cody wanted him as a mate.
All he saw was Cody’s dark chocolate eyes gazing at him with desire.
He couldn’t resist and leaned forward kissing those lips meant just for him.
His tongue ghosted over their soft pouty outline before pushing in.
Oh, my gods! Dylon groaned, his sounds promptly swallowed by Cody.
His tongue sought out his mate’s tongue, twisting around it and sucking it.
Holy fuck, does my mate taste great! I can’t wait to get his cock in my mouth!
Cody was surprised when Dylon kissed him but as soon as his mate’s tongue entered his mouth he wanted more—so much more.
Breaking off the kiss, he slid to the floor and lifted the hospital gown Dylon was wearing.
He’d felt his mate’s thick, long, hard cock pressing into him while he was sitting on Dylon’s lap and now he could gaze upon it with eager eyes and willing lips.
Bending over it, he teased the head of his mate’s cock, licking the sensitive spot below the crown with his tongue.
He proceeded to lick and nip the length of it until he reached the bed of tightly curled hair at its base.
There, Cody buried his nose and inhaled the full scent of his mate.
Groaning, he reversed his path until he was once more at the tip.
Then he stopped; with the tip of his tongue barely touching the tip of Dylon’s cock, he raised his eyes.
Grinning wickedly, Cody hovered for a split second before opening his mouth wide and swallowing the slickly coated rod down his throat, while holding his mate’s hips and forcing them to be still.
Holy Shit! Dylon grabbed Cody’s head and hung on for dear life.
One movement by his mate and he’d be shooting his cum down Cody’s throat as if he was fifteen again.
He fought against his orgasm. He wanted more and, by gods, he was going to have it.
Taking deep breaths and trying to calm his thoughts, Dylon finally succeeded in stopping his impending eruption.
He glanced down at Cody and saw devilry in his mate’s eyes.
That fucker! He knows what he’s doing to me!
Once Cody felt Dylon get himself under control, he started again, bringing his mate to the edge only to back off.
Time and time again Cody edged Dylon until he felt his mate whimpering and crying for release.
Relinquishing his hold on Dylon’s hips and glancing up with his mate’s cock still in his mouth, he smiled, giving his mate permission to fuck his face.
Dylon wasted no time—his hips started to jerk quickly, forcing his cock in and out, building up the friction, feeling his nuts tightening to his body.
Then he felt his mate’s finger pressing in on the bundle of nerves surrounding his hole.
“CODY, OH FUCK…CO-D-D-Y-Y-Y-Y” Dylon’s scream ended in a howl as his cum shot down his mate’s throat.
Holy fuck! Dylon felt every one of his bones liquefy after his orgasm.
Slumped with his head resting on the wall, he struggled to breathe while his heart pounded so loudly he was sure everyone in the house could hear it.
Cody loved the taste of his mate’s cum. After he swallowed the first copious squirts, he held Dylon’s softening cock, and gently squeezed it, coaxing every last drop from it, savoring its flavor with delight.
Then, he climbed back into Dylon’s lap and rested his head against his muscled chest, listening to his drumming heartbeat.
Inhaling the sweet scent of his mate, Cody felt safe.
Closing his eyes, a sigh of contentment escaped his lips.
Dylon floated on the afterglow of one of the best blowjobs he ever had.
Never before had anyone made him feel so completely wasted after sucking him off.
He closed his eyes, relishing the scent of his mate, wrapping his heavy arms around Cody, pulling him in tight.
Great balls of fucking fire! He was so lucky to have found his Fated Mate and if it meant getting beaten senselessly, then he would do it again just so he could be here with the one who was meant to complete him.