Chapter 24
Stretching before opening his eyes the next morning, Cody savored the delicious feeling of his mate’s body against his.
He could feel the difference in himself.
Oh, my gods, this is fucking amazing! I’ve forgotten how this feels…
fuck, my mate is a miracle worker! Now he was looking forward to the day, and that hadn’t happened in a very long time.
Wanting to play, he wiggled his ass against Dylon’s groin, seeking to force his mate’s morning hard-on between his cheeks.
Giggling at his attempts, he moved closer until everything lined up perfectly.
“And what are you doing this morning, my pet?” Dylon’s sleep-roughened voice sent shivers down Cody’s spine.
“Ah-h-h, playing, sir,” Cody responded, now grinding his ass against the large cock nestled between his globes.
“Playing, hmm? Is that all you are doing, my pet?” Dylon asked.
“No, sir,”
“Then what else are you doing?”
“Trying to get you to fuck me, sir.”
“Why?”
“Because I need it, sir.”
Dylon pulled Cody tight to his body and began dry humping his mate’s ass. “Like this?”
Faint groans left Cody’s mouth before he said, “No, sir.”
“Like what, then, my pet?”
“I want your big beautiful cock pounding me so hard I will feel it tomorrow and then I want to come when you do, sir,” Cody said, whimpering.
“Have you been good, my pet?”
“I think so, sir,” Cody said, growling softly.
“Think so or know so?” Dylon asked as he grasped Cody’s leaking cock and slowly stroked it.
“Ah-h-h, know so, sir,” Cody said louder as his need continued to build.
Delighted to see his mate being playful at last, Dylon grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and coated his cock and fingers.
Pushing his mate onto his stomach, he spread his mate’s cheeks.
Running his finger over Cody’s hole, Dylon watched as it fluttered in anticipation.
Slowly pressing one finger past the sensitive opening, he heard Cody sigh, happy to finally get something in him, even if it was only Dylon’s finger.
As he worked his finger back and forth, Dylon began licking and kissing his mate’s beautiful ass, worshiping the gorgeous shape of it.
He made sure to bump Cody’s prostate every other time, causing his mate to arch in response as the shot of pleasure coursed through his body.
Finally, he was able to add another finger, scissoring them to widen his mate’s hole while still pressing on Cody’s gland.
By the time Dylon added his third finger, his mate was begging to get fucked and crying with frustration.
When Cody’s hole was ready, Dylon pulled his fingers out.
Flipping Cody onto his back and spreading his mate’s legs so his fluttering hole was visible, Dylon pushed his cock into the only place it would ever find relief.
Once inside the velvet channel, he stilled, letting his mate adjust to his size.
Then, when he felt Cody push up, seeking more of his cock, Dylon slid the rest of the way in until his balls were nestling against that perfect bubble butt.
Leaning down, Dylon licked Cody’s mating scar and felt Cody’s muscles clench his cock. “Now, if I remember correctly, you want me to…how did you put it…oh yes, to pound you so hard you’ll feel my ownership even tomorrow, is that correct, my pet?” he crooned in Cody’s ear.
“Oh yes, yes…please…I need it…now…ple-e-ease, sir!” Cody’s voice rose in pitch as he begged for what he wanted so badly. Squirming against the body on top of him, Cody tried to find some friction for his leaking cock but there wasn’t enough to give him his orgasm.
Dylon rose to his knees, while lifting his mate’s legs up and placing them on his shoulders.
Starting slowly, he eased his cock back and then snapped it forward sharply and repeated it over and over—each time going faster and harder until he was jackhammering into his mate as if there was no tomorrow.
Listening to Cody’s moans of need and passion, Dylon felt the first quiver of his impending orgasm.
Remembering what else Cody wanted, he grasped his mate’s cock and pumped it, adding a twist at the end of each stroke.
Both sets of balls retracted in unison and Dylon could feel Cody’s channel clench his cock as it grew larger.
As Cody’s cock started to pulse cum spurted out, covering Dylon’s hand, causing him to climax and shoot his load into his mate, marking him as his.
As each gave the other his last drops, Dylon slid Cody’s legs from him and onto the bed.
Then collapsing onto Cody, he listened to their heartbeats as they became one.
The love he felt through their life thread was incredible.
And then it happened—he swore he could hear a key turning as the ends of their life thread were firmly locked into the walls of their hearts, forever binding them together.
Raising his head, he looked into Cody’s eyes, searching for an acknowledgment of what had just happened. And he found it—two liquid silver eyes gleaming with love staring back at him. “Did you hear that, my pet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you know what that means?”
“Yes, sir. It means we are forever one, never to be separated by anyone or anything.”
“How do you feel about that, my pet?”
“Me, sir? Like I finally found the heart and soul I’d been missing forever.
My body is at rest, my mind is free of torment, and I feel as if I’ve been given another chance at living my dream—something I’d given up hope of ever being able to do.
And I have a fierce need to bite you, and claim you as mine, sir. ” Cody finished with a shy smile.
Inside, Dylon was jumping for joy. His mate did it!
Went through the fires of hell and came out whole on the other side—ready to tackle his life’s work.
Well, almost ready. The final part of the claiming ceremony was still to come.
“And you will, but first a shower and some breakfast. Then we’ll go over what happens when you bite me, okay? ”
“Yes, sir.”
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The peace conference now underway, Slate had high hopes he’d reach a compromise among the three packs, ending years of violence.
It had taken more than two years to get everyone’s agreement to sit down and talk.
Last night Slate sat through a meeting with Arald, the Alpha of one of the packs, and after a three-hour session, he still couldn’t figure it out.
During the entire time, Arald expounded on how great an Alpha he was.
What the fuck for? It’s not like it accomplished anything.
Even Ordovic, an Alpha from one of the other two packs left early. Not that I can blame him.
But today was a fresh start with all parties in one room—that, in and of itself, was a miracle.
Checking over his notes about each Alpha, Slate waited for them.
He’d staggered the arrival times to prevent any early disagreements.
A glance at his watch indicated the first should be here in moments.
Slate stood, walked over to the door and waited.
Ulfric walked through his village, noting how many of Arald’s goons were around.
Nervous didn’t even begin to describe how he felt today.
He had spent the night going over all the possibilities of what could go wrong, and that had done nothing to comfort him.
If Wallace didn’t remember him…if Dire Enterprises wouldn’t believe him…
if Arald somehow found out…The ‘ifs’ were endless, and each led to the death of himself, his wife and unborn pup, not to mention the suffering it would cause his pack.
But among all the negative ‘ifs’ there was the positive one that he hung onto with hope because if he succeeded in ending Arald’s terror, then all the risk would be worth it.
Once he arrived at the building that had been constructed for the peace conference, he was surprised to see enforcers he’d never seen before surrounding it.
His steps faltered and he came to a stop.
It’s a trap! Whatever Arald had planned, he wanted no part of it.
He turned around and walked quickly toward his house.
I must get word to Ordovic! Suddenly, without warning, he felt a hand grab his shoulder.
Whirling around, fangs out, claws unsheathed, he attacked.
Slate quickly sidestepped the attack, grabbing the man when he rushed past him.
Now, with a snarling, half shifted wolf held in a tight bear hug, he wondered how he was going to resolve this without shifting.
One of his enforcers quickly came to his aid, taking control and restraining the shifter.
Slate walked around to face the struggling shifter and said, “Ulfric, are you Alpha Ulfric?”
Scowling fiercely, the shifter said, “Why do you want to know?”
“I’m Slate Valentin, from Dire Enterprises.
I had a meeting scheduled with him this morning.
I saw you approach, stop and then turn away and I wasn’t sure if you were the man who I was going to meet with.
I wanted a chance to introduce myself. That’s all I was going to do. I’m sorry if I startled you. ”
Ulfric cursed himself for acting so foolishly.
Here was the man who represented possible freedom for his pack and he attacked him.
How can I ever make the man believe me now?
Pulling in his fangs and claws, he relaxed his body and stopped struggling.
But he was still wary. “I am Ulfric. Who are all these men surrounding the building?”
“They are my men, here for the purpose of providing a safe and secure place for all of us to talk, unhindered by fears of any attacks,” Slate said, nodding to his enforcer to release Ulfric.
“I’m sorry, I thought…Never mind. Okay.”
Slate wanted to ask Ulfric what he’s been thinking, but decided it was better done inside, away from the prying eyes of the crowd that had gathered. “Why don’t we go inside?”
“Fine, fine,” Ulfric said nervously, then headed to the door of the building.
Slate followed, contemplating this Alpha’s behavior. There was something that was odd, but he couldn’t put his finger on it at the moment. Filing it away for later, he held the door open, ushered Ulfric inside and led him into the meeting room.
Ulfric couldn’t help snorting when he saw a large round table.
Arald will be so angry when he sees this.
Finding his name tag at the table, Ulfric sat down and folded his hands over the documents in front of him.
As he looked around the room, he wondered when Ordovic and Arald would arrive; the décor surprised him, not usual for just a temporary facility.
Watching the Alpha check out the room, Slate was curious about the fleeting emotions crossing Ulfric’s face ranging from surprise to contempt.
And that was the expression that interested him the most. “We were going to build a temporary place to hold the conference but then Arald convinced us a permanent facility would be better. It would be a neutral place where you, Ordovic, and Arald could come to work out issues pertaining to all the packs.”
Ahhh, yes, now it makes sense. The asshole thinks this will be his palace to rule us all. What a fucking, conniving son of a bitch! Nodding, Ulfric decided to say nothing.
Slate saw Ulfric’s face change to a sneer at his explanation, but it was quickly replaced by an emotionless facade.
Puzzled by that reaction, Slate again decided against pursuing it any further right now.
Instead he said, “I met both of the other Alphas but not you. I like to meet everyone alone first, so I can get to know you informally before the start of the conference.” Receiving no response, Slate continued, “Do you have any questions about the conference’s goals, or the schedule?
Or maybe you have questions about who I am? ”
Ulfric thought about it for a moment. He certainly didn’t need to know anything about this farce of a meeting.
Nor about Slate Valentin; he had researched him thoroughly on the computer at the hospital and that was the only reason he was about to risk his life.
But how could he ask it without it coming back to bite him in the ass.
He would have to phrase it in such a way that if Arald found out, it wouldn’t raise any suspicions.
“I understand congratulations are in order.”
Slate was bewildered. Of all the possibilities of what he’d be asked, this strange comment wasn’t one he ever considered. “I’m sorry, congratulations? For what?”
“Your brother finding his mate. I’m not wrong, am I?”
“Oh, that, yes. Thank you. How did you hear about it?”
Great, just the opening I need. “I was at the hospital for a follow-up to an injury and I heard my doctor talking about Dr. Wallace. He was the one who had originally treated me. I’d asked for him when I came in but was told he found his mate who, I think, is related to your brother.”
“Through my brother’s mate,” Slate clarified.
“Is Dr. Wallace coming back? He’s a good doctor.”
“I don’t know,” Slate said. Then trying to get the conversation back on track, he asked, “What goals would you like to accomplish during this conference?”
“Me? Why, peace of course. I have a pup on the way and would like to know he and his mother will be safe when they step out of the house.”
“What about for your pack?”
“The same. If it is safe for my mate, it will be safe for them.”
“That follows. And ideas on how to achieve it?”
Ulfric snorted. “Isn’t that your job? If I had the means to do it, don’t you think I would have done it already?”
Slate laughed. “Yes, I suppose you would have. But is there a specific issue you think we need to focus on that would help to arrive at your goal?”
He couldn’t help himself as he laughed over his thought. Just kill the fucker and peace will be instantaneous. “No, not really.”
What was that all about? I’m missing something. Slate opened his mouth to speak but heard a commotion out in the hall. Rising, he strode over to the door to see what was causing it and, when he opened the meeting room door, he was greeted by Arald and a small army.