Rescue Inc Collection Vol 4

by Megs Pritchard

  Time ticked by slowly until someone murmured, “He’s in.”

  Garrick stood and walked over to the monitors, watching. “Well?”

  “Give him time. He’s probably waiting to make sure he hasn’t trip any of our security measures, then he’ll start searching.”

  “How long?”

  “I’ll give him ten minutes and then set up the trace. Let him get comfortable first. Patience, Commander Garrick. If I act too soon, it’ll tip him off and he might not try again.”

  Garrick growled and grabbed the hair of the person speaking to him, pulling back. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

  The man swallowed and tried to nod but winced. Garrick still had hold of his hair. “I’m sorry, Commander.”

  Garrick released him and paced the floor behind. He could hear the ragged breaths the man took and grinned viciously. He was in charge and no one told him what to do. No one, not even their king. Garrick’s grin widened. Oh yes, their king was in for a surprise.

  “Trace is active, but he’s covered his tracks well. This could take a few hours, Sir.”

  “Call me when you have a location.”

  The man swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir.”

  Garrick left the room, slamming the door shut behind him, and left the mansion. Walking over to the trees, he paused, checking behind him to make sure he was alone, and then continued. Once he arrived at the meeting point, he found he was the last to arrive.

  “Well?” he was asked as soon as he arrived.

  “Carter will be ours soon. As for the king? He knows nothing.”

  “Good. Once we put this in motion, he needs to be gone, dead. I won’t have him controlling us any longer. It’s time for the royal line to cease.”

  “I agree. The future is ours.”

  Wyatt sat outside Dean’s house, waiting for him to come home. He’d spent all day thinking about his future and what he wanted. He liked his job. People treated him with respect and he could even say he’d made friends with some of the regulars at the bakery.

  He liked where he was living. The town was beautiful, and everyone was friendly. No one had a problem with him being a vampire, no one crossed over to the other side of the street when they saw him coming. No one gave a damn that he was gay either.

  Yeah, he was in a good place, a place he wanted to stay.

  Friends, a home, a great job with a fantastic boss, and then there was Dean, his mate, the man he had yet to mate, and that was where most of his thinking had been.

  Everything felt right for once. There was no tension, his stomach wasn’t a churning mess, and he had a man who was willing to wait for him to get his head out of his ass. But it was scary too. He didn’t want to have to depend on someone after all the years he’d been left to depend on himself.

  He sat in the car watching the clouds float across the sky and sighed. No, he’d made his decision now, he knew who and what he wanted, and as soon as Dean was home, they could move on with their lives, together as mates.

  Thinking of mating with Dean had Wyatt’s dick hard in seconds. He wanted to fuck Dean as he bit him and cemented the bond between them. He gripped the steering wheel, and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He wanted Dean with a hunger he’d never known before.

  He caught a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror and gasped. His eyes practically glowed, and his fangs were on show. As soon as Dean saw him, he’d know what he wanted. He only hoped he was ready because Wyatt didn’t think he could be gentle.

  Now, he’d made the decision, his body was raring to go.

  When he heard the sound of an engine in the distance, Wyatt sat watching the road, waiting for Dean to appear. When he did, he saw him smile as he drove past him and parked. He’d barely made it out of the car before Wyatt was pushing him back against it.

  “What? Wyatt-”

  Wyatt silenced him by slamming their lips together. He pushed his tongue into Dean’s mouth and growled when he tasted his mate. Dean grabbed his hips, jerking him closer, and they both moaned when their dicks rubbed together.

  Dean broke the kiss, panting. “Is it time?”

  “Yes.”

  Dean nodded. “Get inside.”

  “I can’t be gentle.” Wyatt had to warn Dean.

  “I’m good with that.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Dean grabbed Wyatt’s hand, and together, they rushed towards the house. Dean opened the door and shut it behind them, leaning his head on it. Wyatt came up behind him and kissed his neck, his hands reaching around the front to pull his T-shirt free from his jeans. He slid his hands under, caressing Dean’s skin and Dean shivered at his touch.

  Dean leaned back, turning his head and their mouths met in a frenzied kiss. Wyatt groaned, his hands squeezing Dean.

  “Fuck me, Wyatt. Make me yours.”

  Wyatt spun him around as they kissed again and tugged at each other’s clothes. Somehow, they ended up in the living room, falling on the sofa. Dean spread his legs so Wyatt could lay between them and arched up rubbing himself against Wyatt.

  They continued to rub together, and Dean gasped into Wyatt’s mouth. His hands stroked over Wyatt’s ass cheeks, then gripped them tight. Wyatt arched into his touch then ground against him, sliding their dicks together.

  Suddenly Wyatt stood and stripped off, standing naked in front of Dean. Dean sat up and stared at his naked body and moaned. There was nothing about Wyatt’s body that didn’t turn him on. He loved the small amount of hair he had on his chest, the slight treasure trail that led to a gorgeous dick and low hanging balls.

  Dean jumped up and also stripped, watching Wyatt’s eyes glow. Wyatt hissed when Dean grabbed his dick and stroked, precome slicking the head.

  “Don’t,” Wyatt muttered. “That’s mine.”

  Dean released his dick and stood as Wyatt approached him. Wyatt walked slowly around him, trailing his fingers over Dean’s skin. Everywhere he touched, it heated under his caress and Dean bit his lip, closing his eyes to the sensation in his body.

  Wyatt sat on the sofa and beckoned Dean over to him. Dean crawled onto him, sitting in Wyatt’s lap. He rolled his hips over Wyatt’s dick, feeling the silken skin glide against his own.

  Wyatt reached over and picked up a sachet of lube Dean hadn’t noticed. He raised an eyebrow and Wyatt grinned salaciously. His fingers trailed over Dean’s hole, and he automatically clenched in anticipation. He wanted to feel Wyatt slide in nice and deep.

  He heard the sachet rip open, and he leaned forward, kissing along Wyatt’s shoulders. He shivered when he felt the cold liquid on Wyatt’s fingers and clenched when he rubbed them over his hole.

  “I’m going to make you mine, Dean.”

  “At last,” he whispered as he licked a path up Wyatt’s neck.

  The fingers teased his hole, rubbing over it but not pushing in. Wyatt kept on stroking and caressing the wrinkled flesh and Dean shuddered at the bliss rolling through his body. Wyatt’s other hand snaked between their bodies and rolled Dean’s balls.

  Dean moaned and bit Wyatt’s ear. “Again,” he muttered, and Wyatt tugged them, causing him to cry out.

  Wyatt’s fingers trailed up his shaft and circled the head, stroking it gently. Dean sucked in a breath as one of Wyatt’s fingers slid in his ass. He clenched then relaxed, sweat breaking out over his body.

  Wyatt’s finger moved in and out of his ass, then another pushed in. Wyatt used both his fingers to stretch his ass, twisting them around until he found Dean’s spot.

  “Yes! Just there!” Dean shouted. He grabbed hold of Wyatt’s shoulders, his eyes closing and his body jerking. Wyatt teased him mercilessly, his fingers rubbing his spot over and over again. Precome dribbled down his dick and Dean cried out, “Please, Wyatt. Fuck me, please.”

  He didn’t care that he was begging. All he wanted was Wyatt’s dick in his ass, fucking him hard and deep, branding his body. Dean wanted Wyatt to stamp his ownership on him and make him his.

/>   Wyatt’s fingers slid free and Dean leaned up, moving Wyatt’s dick to his ass. When he felt the spongy head at his hole, Dean slowly sat down, taking it in. He bit his lip and dropped his head back, gasping when the head of Wyatt’s dick slid in.

  Wyatt’s hands tightened on his hips and Dean paused, waiting to adjust. When he felt ready, he slid down Wyatt’s long, hard shaft until Wyatt was all the way in. He panted harshly and lifted his head to stare into Wyatt’s eyes. The red was intense, glowing bright, and Dean leaned forward and licked across his lips until Wyatt opened and Dean’s tongue slipped in.

  They kissed languidly as Dean moved slowly. He held onto Wyatt’s shoulders as he rode Wyatt’s dick. It filled him up, making him groan, and he adjusted his position until Wyatt’s dick brushed his prostate.

  “Shit,” he muttered, and moved again and again. The pleasure raced up his spine and throughout his body. He closed his eyes and let it take over, moving his body on Wyatt’s dick.

  Wyatt’s hands tightened on his hips and he let Wyatt take over, giving up all control to him. Wyatt moved him, faster, and Dean cried out every time Wyatt’s dick his hot spot.

  He grabbed his dick, stroking it in time with Wyatt’s thrusts. Wyatt’s tongue licked over his neck, the tip tracing his vein and Dean tilted his head to the side. He opened his eyes and stared into Wyatt’s.

  “Do it,” he whispered.

  He saw Wyatt’s fangs before a brief flash of pain triggered the most intense orgasm of his life. His balls tightened, then come shot from his dick, covering both of them. Dean cried out and felt a warmth in his ass as Wyatt came.

  His body jerked and shuddered, and he whimpered as ropes of come erupted from his dick. He slumped forward and felt Wyatt’s tongue lick his neck and his hands slide up and down his sweat-slicked back. He panted harshly, his heart hammering, and he turned his face into Wyatt’s neck, inhaling his scent.

  He felt. Damn, did he feel. The connection was bright and strong, and he swore if he opened his eyes he would see it stretch between them.

  Wyatt.

  Dean.

  “Ouch,” he mumbled against Wyatt’s skin. “Hurts.” He couldn’t string a sentence together; his mind was a jumbled mess.

  He felt Wyatt chuckle. “It’ll ease with practice.”

  He kept his eyes closed and reached out, his mind touching their connection. He could feel Wyatt, knew he was tired of fighting, but also very scared.

  “I won’t hurt you, Wyatt.”

  There was no response, so he lifted his head and looked into Wyatt’s eyes, seeing the fear there.

  Wyatt swallowed and slowly nodded. “I know. I can feel it.”

  “It’ll take time.” Dean kissed Wyatt gently.

  “Yeah.”

  They stared at each other and Dean could feel Wyatt’s emotions, but also the fear close behind. “I know. Me too.”

  Wyatt sighed in relief and Dean kissed him again.

  Smiling, he asked, “Shower?” Wyatt’s eyes began to glow, and Dean shook his head, a smile on his face. “Again?”

  “Again,” Wyatt said before kissing Dean.

  Yeah, Dean could go again. In fact, he could go all night with his mate.

  “It’s too easy,” Carter muttered. “I shouldn’t be able to access this.”

  Wyatt sat next to Carter, watching the screens as Carter fingers danced over the keyboard. “Do you think they know?”

  Carter bit his lip and slowly shook his head. “I don’t know.”

  “What does Hunter think?”

  “He’s going to have a look at it now.”

  Wyatt sat drumming his fingers on his thigh, watching Carter work his magic. A sound downstairs caught his attention, and he spun on the chair staring at the door, but then there was silence, so he dismissed it and turned back to Carter.

  Carter was mumbling under his breath and Wyatt pursed his lips. His nostrils flared when an unknown scent appeared, and he turned again towards the door, a frown on his face. Again, there was nothing else, but this time Wyatt stood and took a hesitant step towards the door.

  He paused, closed his eyes, and used his senses. He focused on his and Carter’s heartbeats, then turned his ear to the door and listened. There was nothing at first, but then he heard it. Faint, very faint, and steady. A heartbeat. No, two.

  He stepped back to Carter and touched his shoulder. Carter looked up at him and Wyatt held a finger over his lips and pointed to the door. Carter looked over at it, then quickly entered something on the computer and Wyatt saw the information disappearing.

  Carter stood and pointed to the window. They stepped quietly towards it when a man in black stepped through the doorway and pointed a gun at them. They both froze as a second man appeared, also armed.

  “Come with us or die,” the first one said.

  Wyatt swallowed as sweat broke out over his skin and his heart hammered in his chest. He glanced over at Carter, who had his hands up in the air, and Wyatt copied.

  The first man pointed to the door with his gun, then stepped back, giving them room to move past him.

  Dean.

  Hey. How’s it going with Carter?

  Really well. I especially like the two vampires who are pointing guns at our heads.

  What!

  Wyatt winced. If felt like Dean was stood next to him and screaming in his ear. I’m certain Carter is talking to Hunter. I’ll keep in touch and let you know what’s happening.

  I’m talking to Hunter and the guys now. Do as they say and don’t make any sudden moves. We’ll get you.

  Wyatt looked at Carter and caught his eye, seeing the subtle nod he gave. Keep calm and do what they say. Easier said than done when you were literally shitting yourself.

  Hurry, Dean.

  “We all know what we’re doing?” Chester asked, looking at everyone gathered. “Two weeks from now and we’ll hit them.”

  “The guys are ready when you are,” Euan added. “Just give them a time and date and they’ll be there.”

  Dean.

  Dean grinned when he heard Wyatt in his head. Hey. How’s it going with Carter?

  Really well. I especially like to the two vampires who are pointing guns at our heads.

  What!

  “What!”

  Dean held his hand up when people started asking questions, then pointed to his head. I’m certain Carter is talking to Hunter. I’ll keep in touch and let you know what’s happening.

  “Hunter?” Hunter nodded. “Wyatt’s said two vampires are at Hunter’s and they have him and Carter at gunpoint. They’re being taken somewhere.”

  “Tell him to keep calm and do as they say. No sudden moves.” Chester stood and leaned over the table, watching Dean. “They must know we’re on to them.”

  I’m talking to Hunter and the guys now. Do as they say and don’t make any sudden moves. We’ll get you.

  “Hunter?”

  “Carter’s got a tracker in his watch. We considered this possibility.”

  Hurry, Dean.

  I know it’s hard but stay calm. Carter has a tracker. We know where you are going.

  Thank fuck. I’m scared.

  Me too, but we’ll get you. Dean rubbed his head at the pain he could feel. Conserve your strength. I’ll contact you when we’re ready.

  He felt Wyatt leave and stared at Hunter who was on his laptop. He stood behind him watching him open a program and he bit his thumbnail as it loaded. He became aware of others gathered around him, and once the program was open, a map of the area appeared and a blinking red light.

  The light was traveling down Old Washington Road, heading away from them.

  “What’s in that direction?” Ale asked. “Any buildings we know they own?”

  Jared, who was on his own laptop, nodded, pursing his lips. “Yeah, they do. Let me pull up the list and we can try to narrow it down.”

  Dean paced behind Hunter, watching the flickering dot move further away. It turned off Old Washington Road and Dean
paused, frowning at the screen. “What’s in that direction?”

  “Where is it heading?” Jared asked.

  “Turned on to Baker’s Grove.”

  Jared tapped on his laptop, then nodded. “They have land there and an old barn. My guess is that’s where they’re heading. Nice, out of the way place.”

  “Right, people.” Chester clapped his hands, drawing everyone’s attention. “Get loaded up. We leave in five.”

  Wyatt. We’re on our way. Stay calm.

  When he got no response, he glanced at Hunter, seeing the same worried look on his face.

  “We need to go now.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Wyatt came to slowly, wincing at the pounding pain in his head. He hadn’t seen the blow coming; the vampire had attacked from behind. He opened his eyes and blinked rapidly, and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust.

  He could feel the movement of the car as it bumped along a road and he lifted his hand, then jerked to a stop when he realized they were tied together in front of him. He heard a groan and patted round until he felt Carter.

  “Carter.” He nudged him with his knee.

  “Ugh.”

  “Come on, Carter. Wake up.”

  “I am awake. Stop shouting, my head hurts. I think my brain is trying to leak out of my ears. Fuckers didn’t need to hit me that hard.”

  “What? How bad is it?”

  “My head really hurts, Wyatt.”

  “I’m going to contact Dean.”

  “Yeah,” Carter mumbled.

  Dean.

  Wyatt! Thank fuck. I’ve been trying to reach you.

  Hit on the head. Really hurts. Still in the car moving over bumpy ground.

  Carter has a tracker. We’re behind you. Keep calm.

  “They know where we are.”

  “Yeah. My bracelet has a tracker.”

  “Thank god for that.”

  “It was a trap, and I fell right in it. I knew it was too easy, but I carried on. Fucking stupid mistake. I’m sorry, Wyatt.”

  “Don’t apologize, Carter. It’s not your fault and we needed that information. You need to be more careful next time.”