Chapter 7
Rudy reflected on Bruno’s report about Dylon.
Fuck! He could be anywhere or better yet, maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll be dead.
He mapped out the possibilities of what could happen to the traitor and came to the conclusion Dylon was dead.
It was the conclusion that made the most sense.
The shape of his face made shifting impossible for Dylon and without medical intervention, the outcome was a certainty.
Dylon wasn’t treated by the Silver Point doctor and they killed the Fox River doctor in the massacre so where could someone take him?
Maybe a human hospital? No! Impossible! Rudy mentally cursed himself for not making sure Dylon was dead before Bruno dumped him.
Reaching for the phone, he called his head enforcer and told him to head back.
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Cody led his mate to their suite where Dylon was awestruck at the impressive rooms. Certainly different from his room at Silver Point Pack. Those fucking assholes! Wait, what did my mate say?
Cody repeated himself. “I said, my brother Logan is an interior designer and he can redo this if you want. He did Jackson and Steel’s bedroom over and all I can say is ‘wow’. I can show it to you tomorrow.”
“Okay, but right now, how about a shower and sleep? I’m filthy and you look exhausted.”
Cody led his mate to the bathroom where once inside, Dylon threw his strong arms around him, holding him close while licks and nips covered his neck.
Groaning, Cody felt his body melt and all the tension, worry and heartache drained from him.
Peace had finally overcome him and he knew his sanity and fate were tied to the shifter who was causing such delicious feelings throughout him.
Whimpering when Dylon withdrew his arms, he longed for them even as his mate pulled Cody’s t-shirt off.
Once more against his mate, it was skin to skin.
Shivers coursed through his body as Dylon continued to lick and nip Cody’s shoulders while his hands reached downward. Cody needed to be naked now. Not willing to wait for Dylon to undress him slowly, he reached to open his jeans, but his mate’s hand stopped him.
“That’s my job, ma moitié,” Dylon crooned.
Unzipping his mate’s jeans, he reached in and found a hard, thick cock filling the tight confines.
Holy shit! Commando, his mate is commando!
He groaned at the thought of Cody naked under his jeans.
Pulling them down, his mate’s cock sprung free, bobbing in the cool air, causing Dylon to harden even further.
Grasping Cody’s cock, he tugged at it, loving the sounds of pleasure falling from his mate’s lips.
Stroking Cody’s cock with one hand, Dylon caressed his nipples with the other.
He was determined to make Cody’s body burn with passion and need during his onslaught.
Quickly turning his mate around, Dylon sank to his knees and deep-throated Cody’s cock in one fell swoop, loving the taste of his mate in his mouth.
Pausing for a second, he slowly pulled back just short of the tip.
Laving it with his tongue, he sought out the slit and thrust his tongue into it, moaning at the drops of his mate’s pre-cum he found there.
Eager to have more, Dylon resumed his assault—licking, scraping and humming, sending waves of pleasure throughout his mate.
Cody buried his fingers in his mate’s long, tousled hair, holding on as his legs trembled.
He let loose with a stream of inarticulate noises as Dylon swallowed his cock tip, massaging it with his throat muscles.
Fucking unbelievable! I got a mate who’s a master at blow jobs!
His cock was in heaven as his mate used hand and mouth to stroke, swallow, twist and flip the tip of Cody’s cock, over and over until his balls nearly disappeared into his body.
He could feel the start of his orgasm, the building of pressure and yet he fought it.
Cody never wanted this blow job to end. Onward and upward he climbed, further than ever before.
And still he fought it, not willing to give in, wanting it to last forever.
For all his efforts to fight his rising explosion, he became helpless when his mate pressed his finger on his hole lighting its nerves on fire.
Surrendering to the inevitable, Cody’s cock pulsed in never-ending shots of cum down Dylon’s throat until his nuts had no more to give.
Swallowing every drop of Cody’s cum, Dylon savored the flavor of his mate—salty with a touch of sweetness—and he diligently sought out the last few traces as he tongued his mate’s cock clean.
Rising and hugging his mate, he kissed the lips that would be his for the rest of time.
Then he leaned back and looked at Cody, delighted with what he saw—a mate with a dreamy smile.
Lifting Cody into his arms, he set him on the bathroom counter.
“Stay there,” he ordered. Stepping over to the bathtub, he filled it with bubbles and water.
Then scooping Cody up, he stepped into the tub, slowly setting his mate down before joining him and enveloping him again in his arms, pulling him tight to his chest. Humming “Remedy,” he slowly washed his mate’s body; it was the perfect song to express how he felt.
He would be the shelter in the storm, soaking up Cody’s pain and protecting him from the world.
He knew he loved his mate and couldn’t wait to bite him but first, he needed to take care of him.
The more his mate washed his body, the more boneless Cody became.
Safe within the arms of his love, he found his home, the place he needed.
He no longer had to live a double life because his mate knew about his ability and loved him just the same.
Wait! Love? Cody examined the heart thread connecting them and saw love pumping through it.
He smiled. He’d fallen in love the first time he scented Dylon.
Cody looked at his wolf and found him just as boneless as he, lying on his back with his legs spread, eyes closed and tongue lolling from his mouth.
He chuckled softly at the picture of his wolf ‘feeling groovy’.
Dylon finished bathing his mate and then quickly washed himself before saying, “Let me get up first.” After getting out of the tub and quickly drying off, he lifted Cody out, setting him on his feet before rubbing him dry with a heated towel.
Then, taking him by the hand, he led him to their bed and both climbed in.
Spooning his mate, Dylon drew the covers over them and then whispered in Cody’s ear, “I love you ma moitié, now and forever more. You are the keeper of my heart, the owner of my soul and the center of my universe. Sleep well, my darling, I will be here for you.”
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Colton finished up cleaning Dylon’s hospital room and put all the equipment back in place.
What a shocker the evening had turned into.
Cody had a Fated Mate! And it was his patient.
Wow! He was entering the rest of his notes into Dylon’s chart when he felt Ian’s hands palming his dick.
Turning around, he grabbed his mate’s cock and leaned in for a kiss.
Softly brushing his tongue over Ian’s pouty lips, he took the lower one in between his teeth and bit gently.
Letting go, his tongue sneaked out to sooth the bite with love.
Colton said, “I have to stop in to see Jackson for a moment but then I need to be buried in your ass tonight, darling.”
“I was hoping you would say that because I need you so badly.”
Setting down Dylon’s chart, Colton turned his eyes to his mate, and taking his hand, led him upstairs to Jackson’s study where, after knocking, he heard Jackson’s muffled voice inviting him in and found his brother on the phone. Sitting and pulling Ian onto his lap, Colton waited.
“Of course, Mrs. Royd. I’m also happy my brother found his Fated Mate.”
Colton’s ears perked up. His brother must be speaking to Dylon’s mother.
“Of course, you and your husband can visit but I really need to speak to Dylon in the morning first before giving permission.”
“Oh, I know that,” she burbled. “But I just wanted to introduce myself and I am so happy about it. I always knew Dylon was going to get lucky and find love. Now, I know he’s gay but I didn’t see any reason that should stop the Fates from giving him a mate.
I know my husband wasn’t so sure, but I told him ‘Franklin’…
that’s what I call him when I’m a tiny bit peeved at him…
I said, ‘Franklin, now you listen to me. The Fates have a special plan in mind for our boy and far be it from you to try to interfere.’ That’s right.
I put my foot down and stopped any foolishness about Dylon’s gayness.
Why, it’s as natural as sunlight. Anyway, after that, my husband got right on board and has been supportive ever since. ”
Jackson was trying hard to control his laughter. He couldn’t wait to meet Mrs. Royd—a soft spoken bundle of steel who would go all Mama Bear on anyone who dared to threaten her son and Fated Mate—just what Cody needed.
Suddenly, Jackson heard a male voice in the background. “Who are you talking to?”
“Dylon’s Alpha, Jackson of the Blackwood Pack.”
“Dammit, what did I tell you Lizzie? Are you trying to get Dylon in trouble with his Alpha? There’s procedure for this and Dylon said he would handle it in the morning. He isn’t going to like you calling.”
“Oh, you hush now. Jackson sounds like a very nice Alpha and he doesn’t mind me calling,” Lizzie said to her husband before she continued with Jackson.
“You aren’t angry with me calling are you, Alpha?
It was just I was so excited. I wanted to pack tonight but Frank told me I couldn’t until Dylon got your permission for us to visit.
But I really wanted to pack tonight so I thought if I called you then I would know tonight, and I could pack.
You aren’t going to be angry with my boy, are you?
He doesn’t know I made this call. Oh fiddlesticks! I didn’t mess up, did I?”
“No, Mrs. Royd, tha…”
“Call me Lizzie, please.”
“No Lizzie, I don’t have a problem with you visiting Dylon and Cody, but I must make sure it’s okay with them. How about you go ahead and pack tonight and I’ll speak with them first thing in the morning.”
“Oh, did you hear that Frank? He said I should pack right now.”
“Gimme the phone and go pack, Lizzie.” There was a pause and then a man’s voice, probably Frank’s, was heard on the phone.
“Please excuse my wife, Alpha Blackwood. We haven’t lived in a pack for many, many years and I’m afraid my wife has forgotten some of the protocols.
Please, take your time and speak with Dylon and Cody at your convenience. Afterwards, Dylon will call me.”
“Mr. Royd, I assure you I have no problem with your visit. But please understand, I must make sure both Dylon and Cody agree to it.”
“I do understand. And again, my apologies.”
“Not necessary. I understand how your wife feels as I’m also very happy my brother has found his Fated Mate. Till tomorrow, then.”
“Yes. Good-bye Alpha Blackwood.”
Jackson hung up the phone and burst into laughter. “Oh, my gods, Dylon’s mom is such a character. I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Why?” Colton asked.
“I can’t explain it. You’ll have to meet her to see what I mean. But I’m looking forward to it.”
“Has Steel met her? Oracle knows Dylon’s parents.”
“No, he hasn’t as far as I know. Right now, he’s asleep because it’s his night for Daniel duty. I get to sleep through the night,” Jackson said with a smile, as he rose.
Colton snorted, “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, bro. I know if Daniel is screaming, you’ll be right there with Steel.”
Chuckling, Jackson said, “Yeah, but don’t tell my mate that.”
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Franklin Royd hung up the phone. Pouring himself a cognac, he took it into his Cherrywood-lined study.
There he found the scents he loved but which Lizzie didn’t want in the rest of the house.
Sitting in his well-worn leather club chair, he lit a Cuban cigar and inhaled the richness of it.
Wolves didn’t generally smoke but a diplomatic mission to Cuba years ago showed him the error of that.
Now in his study, he kept a ready supply, handy when he had thinking to do.
Well, Dylon’s Fated Mate was Alpha Blackwood’s brother.
Well good for my son. Oracle’s son was mated to Jackson and that piece of information gave him some of the assurances he needed to have about the pack his son had joined.
That wasn’t what was bothering him tonight—no, it was what Dylon didn’t say about Silver Point Pack.
Last time we talked, he was very happy there and had no plans to leave.
So why did he? What happened and how did he meet someone from the Blackwood Pack?
He didn’t pay much attention to Dylon’s employment as long as he was happy and wasn’t mistreated.
He’d had his doubts about his son becoming an enforcer but he had to admit, it was the perfect job for him.
But that all changed when the Blackwood Pack’s complaint was filed.
The charges reverberated throughout the Council and if the allegations were true, it would be the first massacre of a complete wolf pack in a long time—something every Council member found hard to believe.
But those beliefs were shaken when Blackwood Pack’s lawyer filed the paperwork showing the illegal kill-on-sight order Alpha Silver Point had been forced to withdraw.
Then later, the videotape with Dylon talking about it showed up.
He never asked his son about it nor did his son tell him about making it.
Aware of the animosity between the two packs, a red flag went up immediately when his son told him who his Fated Mate was.
There was no way Dylon could have met Cody at any joint pack meeting.
So just how did my son meet a member of the Blackwood Pack?
Drawing in on his cigar, he leaned back and blew the smoke out in a series of rings as he pondered about what his son did not say tonight.
He knew they would be granted permission to visit, even if he had to use his Council credentials—though he was sure that wouldn’t be necessary.
When he was there, he would insist on a private meeting with his son to find answers to all his questions.