Chapter 11 #2
Without warning, Dylon’s fingers were covered with his mate’s creamy jism.
Jackhammering his hips for his own orgasm, Dylon’s mouth sought out his mate’s neck.
As he felt his balls retract and his cum began to shoot, Dylon bared his fangs and bit Cody’s neck.
Frozen in position and teeth buried, he sucked up his mate’s blood as cum left his cock and filled his mate.
It took! All his planning, all his training and now Dylon could see why it was all so important.
He could see the love and trust in Cody’s mind and knew nothing would ever break it.
Examining their life thread, Dylon found it had turned to steel, forged in the depths of pain and suffering, but now unbreakable.
He retracted his teeth and licked the puncture wounds with his tongue, sealing them closed.
His arms encircled his mate as he fell to the side, pulling Cody along with him.
Resting his head against his mate, he closed his eyes, content and at peace, finally complete as their souls were now joined.
Then Dylon felt his mate’s emotions; he had done everything right because Cody was happy—something his mate hadn’t been for a long time.
Grabbing the blanket he’d placed at the head of the bed before they began their claiming Dylon tossed it over both of them.
He listened as Cody’s breathing slowed down and quieted before hearing the tiny snores signaling his mate was asleep.
Now he had time to examine the visions he saw in his mate’s mind before he’d driven them out.
Horrifying, soul killing images flipped before his eyes and he wondered if Jackson or anyone else in this pack knew how close they’d come to losing their brother.
He doubted it. His mate had buried the visions and the emotions they evoked in a section of his mind that gave access to no one.
The length of time he’d needed to flog his mate told him just how deep Cody had descended into his own personal hell.
With no way out, he was literally at the end of his life thread.
Dylon shivered at how close he came to losing his Fated Mate.
Now, knowing this, he would gladly take the beatings he’d gotten at Silver Point all over again if he knew it would save Cody.
Their mating wasn’t over yet and wouldn’t be for some time, but he had confidence that, in the end, his mate would emerge strong.
Closing his eyes, he dozed off, smiling at the happy feelings coming from his mate.
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It was early afternoon when Cody awoke. Contentment flowed through his body.
He giggled. He smiled. He was happy. He was at peace.
His mate would protect him from all the pain created in his mind by his visions.
Cody could feel the strength of their life thread giving him the security he had to have.
Never again would he fear floating off into space when his visions occurred.
No, now I will be firmly anchored to my mate, forever.
No more worries every time my visions call to me.
He lay there, concentrating on the sounds around him—the soft breathing of his mate, the birds chirping outside, the distant sound of Daniel crying.
It must be feeding time again. Oh, how I would love a child of my own.
But he knew from his visions, he would never get pregnant as Jackson did.
But at least the Fates made sure I have a nephew to spoil.
He smiled widely, remembering the gift he received from Daniel—first sight of his nephew’s wolf.
Chuckling softly, he wiggled his ass against Dylon’s groin, igniting a painful storm reminding him of his spanking.
He knew there was more punishment coming for disobeying his mate.
He was startled when he realized his body and mind were craving it.
He grinned at the anticipation of taking whatever his mate decided.
Wiggling his ass harder against Dylon, Cody hoped he would wake up and give him what he desperately needed—still.
Dylon opened one eye. His mate was grinding against his cock, causing it to harden again.
Searching Cody’s mind, he found everything he hoped would be there—and more.
His mate accepted that he belonged to Dylon.
And look at that, my mate wants me to punish him for breaking my rules.
That knowledge brought a smile to his face as he kissed Cody’s soft hair, alerting his mate that he was awake.
“Oh, you’re awake, sir. How are you?” Cody asked in a soft voice.
“Fine. Ready to get your punishments for disobeying me?”
“Yes, sir. I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“Somehow, I think you’re wrong. But that’s a discussion for another day. Let’s shower first.”
Rising, Dylon pulled his mate from the bed and led him by his cock into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he stepped in with his mate, giving Cody the soap and washcloth, saying, “Make sure you clean me everywhere, including my hole.”
“Yes, sir,” Cody said, as he started soaping Dylon and then followed his instructions. He wasn’t going to disappoint his mate.