Ace quickly added another finger, jumping slightly when a tube of lube fell down on the bed beside him. Snatching it up, Ace lubed up his fingers and then thrust them back in. Devin had grabbed his knees with his hands, and pulled his legs up to his chest and Ace didn’t bother to curb his urge. Slicking up his cock, he back on his heels, slipping his hands under Devin’s back to pull him upright.
Devin looked stunned at the move, but quickly caught on. Slotting his legs on either side of Ace’s hips, Devin maneuvered himself until Ace’s cock was right at his hole. As he went to plunge himself down onto it, Ace stopped him, his hands firm around Devin’s hips.
“Slowly boy,” he warned. Ace didn’t want his mate feeling any pain in what they were about to do and he knew his cock was wider than most.
Nodding to show he understood, Devin carefully eased himself down, Ace keeping a firm hand on him to ensure he didn’t go too fast. Devin’s hands were resting lightly on Ace’s shoulder and Ace loved the cool contrast of those hands against his hot skin. While Devin’s hands were cool, his insides were hot, gripping Ace with just the perfect amount of tension that had Ace ready to blow before Devin had got himself seated.
Gritting his teeth and thinking decidedly unsanitary thoughts, Ace managed to get through it, but when he finally felt his balls hit the bottom of Devin’s butt he tightened his grip on Devin’s hips, stopping his boy from moving.
“Ace,” Devin growled at him, trying to move his hips and get some friction.
“Wait,” Ace growled back, happy to see Devin back down from the wolf in his eyes. Taking a few deep breaths to make sure he absolutely would not embarrass himself by coming too soon, Ace lightened the pressure in his hands, allowing Devin to move, which the man did with fluid grace.
But oh, fuck. Just one rise and fall of Devin’s hips and Ace knew he wouldn’t last long no matter what was running through his head. Of course the only thing that was running through his head now was the perfection of the moment. The scent of his mate, the feel of Devin’s body against his, the heat encasing his cock and his overwhelming need to climax while biting deep into that inviting neck that was just inches away from his mouth.
Devin seemed to have the same idea. His eyes were fixated on Ace’s neck, and Ace felt a tingle in his balls as his arousal quickly reached the point of no return. Tightening his grip Ace increased Devin’s pace, pulling Devin closer to him, allowing his cock to go deeper still, and for Devin to find the friction he needed for his own dick.
Feeling his gums start to tingle, along with the same sensation in his balls, Ace forced himself to ask, “Do you want to be mine? I need you to say the words,” he added when Devin looked at him as though stunned.
“I am yours,” Devin said simply, and that was all Ace needed. Pushing himself deeper into his mate a couple more times, Ace let out a roar as his climax hit him, before he buried his teeth into Devin’s neck. As Devin’s sweet tasting blood hit his tongue, he felt two small pricks in the side of his neck and Devin’s spunk coat his stomach. Those gentle pulls on his vein lit a fuse inside of Ace and he felt his climax go on for what seemed like forever, Devin’s body hard against his the whole time.
When his balls felt completely drained Ace raised his head, gently lapping Devin’s neck clean and carefully cupping Devin’s head as his little vampire took what he needed. The satisfaction both man and wolf took from supplying Devin’s basic needs surpassed anything Ace had ever gotten from a scene. Surprisingly Ace felt his cock, that was still buried deep inside of Devin’s ass, started to harden again, and he groaned as he felt himself hit with an uncontrollable urge to thrust. Again.
Devin lifted his head, carefully running his tongue over his fangs, before licking over the little puncture marks in Ace’s neck. “Feeling good, baby?” he said with a small smile, as he wiggled his butt causing all sorts of wicked sensations to flow around Ace’s cock.
“Good enough to go again,” Ace said with a grin, leaning forward so that Devin’s back was now firmly on the mattress. Ace moaned as the change in position caused an echoing tingle in his balls, and as he started to thrust he wondered if they genuinely could go all night. Determined to give it a try, Ace leaned over Devin and took his lips again, his hips setting up a steady rhythm. This time he wanted to take his time and learn what made his vampire gasp.
7
Chapter Seven
Waking up with a slightly softened but still large cock lodged in his ass was unusual enough for Devin to tense up as he slowly came out of sleep. Like most vampires, Devin didn’t need to sleep very often, but when he did, he slept like the dead and it took a bit for him to wake up. The smell of spunk saturated sheets hit his nostrils at the same time the soothing scent of his amatus.
In a rush the memories of the night before came flooding back. He quickly discounted the episode at the club. That was nothing. But back at his apartment, the thrill of his amatus caring for him, claiming him, repeatedly, and oh the delicious taste of his mate’s blood. Just thinking about it was enough to make Devin’s fangs drop and he carefully wriggled his ass, which was being firmly gripped by two strong hands, against the man behind him.
“You’re finally awake, little mate.” The grumbling voice behind him alerted Devin to the fact that Ace was awake, and had apparently been for some time. Wriggling his bum again, Devin moaned quietly as the shaft still wedged in his ass started to fill. Yep, he could go again and it seemed that Ace was of the same opinion.
“Pushy bottom,” Ace grunted as the hands on Devin’s hips tightened, and Ace began to rock back and forth, his cock sliding in and out with ease. Devin wasn’t surprised. His ass had been used so much since Ace had taken him from the club, he would be lucky if it ever tightened again.
“Just fuck me big guy,” he said. “You can spank me after.”
Growling his approval, Ace flipped Devin over onto his stomach, raising his ass in the air, so he could get better leverage. As Ace pounded into him with increasing speed, Devin dropped his head onto the mattress. His own cock was hard and leaking, and Devin didn’t think Ace would leave him hanging. But then Ace was a Dom, and it was highly possible that edge play or orgasm denial was one of his kinks. Just the thought of it had Devin’s cock harden even more, and he forced down the urge to climax, as Ace took his pleasure.
Leaning over him, Ace grabbed hold of his cock, his hip rhythm never faltering for a second. “Want to come, boy?”
Boy. Yes, Ace was in his Dom space. “Please, Sir,” he said quickly, his climax so close, now he knew that he was going to be allowed to come.
“Not until I tell you,” Ace warned, and the hand on Devin’s cock sped up along with Ace’s pounding in his ass. Damn that man must have a GPS fix on his prostate because he was hitting it with unerring accuracy. Prostate stimulation was making it virtually impossible for Devin not to come and Devin struggled to keep control. But one sharp pinch on the head of his cock and Devin’s restraint shattered. Before he could stop it, his orgasm surged through him in response to the delicious bite of pain. Clamping his ass muscles around Ace’s cock, Devin pulled Ace into his own release, the big body shuddering behind him as Ace’s balls spewed their filling deep inside of Devin’s body, his roar bellowing around the room.
When Ace rolled off of him and pulled Devin close, pushing his face into Ace’s neck, Devin shook his head. “I’m fine lover,” Devin said, answering Ace’s scowl. “Honestly, I fed so much last night and your blood…” Devin trailed off, not sure what to say. It was true. Ace’s blood filled him with an energy he’d never experienced before. Despite a good ten hours of sexual acrobatics, and a long sleep, Devin felt refreshed, and ready to do it all again. He didn’t know if it was because Ace was his Fated One, or if it was because he was a wolf shifter, but the strength flowing through Devin’s veins was addictive and very satisfying.
“I don’t want you to go without,” Ace rumbled, his deep voice sending vibrations through Devin’s body. Remembering that it was a wolf thing, to provi
de for his mate, Devin resisted the urge to snap that he was more than capable of working out how much sustenance he needed, and simply said, “thank you, my amatus. But your needs must be taken care off too,” He added as he heard Ace’s stomach make growling noises of its own.
Ace stretched out his arms and legs, making a satisfied grumbling noise in his throat. “I could definitely eat,” he said and Devin felt slightly embarrassed he had no food in the house. It wasn’t as though he ate very much in the way of ordinary food, and if he did feel hungry, he went out to eat, or ate at the club.
“I don’t have any food here,” Devin said, deciding to be honest and upfront with his mate. “I was never expecting you to claim me, or I would have got in provisions.”
“But you said you ate food too?”
Devin shrugged as he moved his way to the edge of the bed. He desperately needed a shower again. “I do, but I hate cooking. I eat out if I want human food.”
“I’m a bit like that too,” Ace said. “I can cook a bit, but I used to feed at the club most days.” Ace broke off and looked down at his hands, and Devin didn’t need their mind link to know that his mate was troubled by what had happened with his old pack.
“How about,” he said cheerfully, “We have another shower, and then I will take you out to breakfast. I know this great place close to here that serves a mean steak omelet.” Devin was pleased when a smile graced Ace’s strong face, and the man stood up, his delicious body on full display. The man needs to eat, Devin reminded himself as he followed a tight ass into the bathroom.
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Quite a bit of time later, because warm water, soft soap, and hands sliding over silken flesh led to other things, the two men were seated in a little café that Devin used to visit quite often on his days off. The food was hot, tasty and plentiful, and Devin was sure that Ace would be happy with what they had to offer.
For a while, after the food arrived, both men seemed content to eat. Devin didn’t eat a lot of food, but what food he had, he liked to enjoy and he was pleased to see that Ace seemed to be the same way. Now that Devin had bitten Ace, and been claimed, his mind link with his new mate was in place. It was something that would get stronger over time. Currently he was getting feelings of contentment and hunger from Ace, so he figured all was well.
It wasn’t until they had finished eating that Devin felt a fissure of uneasiness creep into Ace’s mind. Immediately he put his hand over Ace’s huge paw, asking quietly, “What is it, amatus, is something wrong?”
Ace tilted his head quizzically for a moment, and then shook his head.
“To be honest, my mate,” he said softly, “I am not sure what I am going to do now. I have made such a mess of things with my pack, because of the beliefs I held, that I now know are wrong, and I…fuck, you would have loved the Bound and Bonded club precious.”
“Tell me about it,” Devin said just as quietly and then he listened as Ace talked about the wonders of his past pack, the club, the belief systems of his Alpha Pearson, and then what Ace had done to make it all fall to pieces.
“I can’t go back and it’s all my fault,” Ace said, and Devin hated the break he heard in his strong mate’s voice.
Thinking quickly, he said, “There are other packs like that – San Antonio has one, so does Tulsa. I am sure there are others.”
“But I’m rogue. I escaped custody. I didn’t respect the wishes of my Alpha and I threatened to kill a pack member. No other pack will have me.”
“Surely if you…” Whatever else Devin wanted to say was cut off as a large shadow loomed by their table. Devin saw Ace’s face go deadly pale and he looked up to see two of the men that he had noticed when he had been tracking his mate. Ace had been tracking them. Now it seemed the tables had turned.
Both men were wolf shifters – that was evident from their scent. One had a hard look about him, and a scar across his face. The other one was gorgeous looking with long dark hair, and a killer body. Neither man looked friendly, especially when they were looking at Ace.
“Are you going to come quietly?” The hard looking one said in a low deep voice. “We don’t want to cause a scene among the humans, but we will if we have to.”
Devin could feel the panic rising up inside of him and he struggled to keep it from his face. It got worse as he saw Ace get slowly to his feet, looking down at Devin as if he was the most beautiful being on earth.
“Stay safe, precious,” Ace whispered.
“Amatus, you can’t, I can’t, don’t go.” Devin knew he wasn’t making sense, but he had to either stop Ace from leaving with the shifters, or get Ace to realize that Devin had to go too. Devin would literally starve to death without his mate and that was without the aching despair he would feel without the man close by.
“This was my doing, and you have to let me try and fix it,” Ace said, his voice low but firm. “That’s an order.”
Scanning their mating link, Devin could tell that Ace was in full protection mode. Whatever it was that his amatus was facing, Ace was determined to do it alone and Devin didn’t have it in him to argue with his mate, his Dom, in front of shifters he didn’t know. He would never disrespect Ace like that. Holding back his tears, Devin nodded, even as he remembered that Ace preferred words. It was strange how the little things seemed so important in a moment of crisis. But Ace seemed to understand because he ran his big hand once over Devin’s head in a gentle caress before turning to go.
Devin sat, frozen in silence as the two men, who didn’t even bother to give him a second glance, strode out behind Ace, clearly ready to grab him and drag him away if they had to. He sat, holding onto the pain in his heart, long into the afternoon, barely acknowledging the waitress who kept his coffee cup filled. Only when he noticed that there was cleaning up going on around him and the place was closing up, did he find the energy to get up, pay his bill, and walk out of the door.
He honestly didn’t know what the fuck he was going to do until Ace got back. If the man ever came back.
8
Chapter Eight
Devon spent three days locked in his apartment, waiting for Ace to find a way to come back to him and the longer time went on, the less hope Devin had of that ever happening. He didn’t know anything about the Washington pack, beyond what Ace had told him, and all efforts to research them online, and through his own contacts in the shifter world had just left him with the knowledge that it was a hard pack to get into. From all accounts Alpha Pearson was fair and a good Alpha, but that wasn’t a lot of help for Devin, who was struggling with his own inner demons every minute that passed.
It wasn’t the hunger that bothered him so much, although Devin could do with a feed. The taste of his mate’s blood had long left his lips, but he craved it all the same. But it was more than that. As he had tried to explain to his amatus, Devin was an old vampire, and subject to blood urges. Blood urges were, he supposed, the curse of his kind. The older a vampire got, the more aggressive and powerful he became. This combined with a lack of control was not a good thing.
Devin didn’t like to be violent, he had always been the more passive type. When the first of his blood urges began, more than three hundred years before, times were a lot harder and life was a lot rougher. He had lived among other vampires at the time and fights between members of the coven were frequent, and an accepted part of life. When things had gotten too bad, the leader of his coven suggested that it was time Devin left and went to look for his amatus, and Devin had been looking ever since. He controlled his urges as best he could through submission and the acceptance of pain in a controlled environment.
Until he had met Ace, that submission was enough but as Devin stood looking at himself in the mirror he could see the tension in his face. His eyes kept flashing red, almost like a warning light, and his skin felt unbearably tight. Devin knew it wouldn’t be long before he wouldn’t be able to control his fangs, and his skin would feel as though a hive of ants were crawling under it – something he had
to avoid at all costs. When he got to that stage, he would be prepared to fight anyone who looked at him the wrong way. Not a safe thing for a vampire living in a human world.
He lightly traced a finger over the mating mark Ace had given him. Like the man himself, it was big and clearly visible despite the paleness of Devin’s skin. From what Devin knew about wolf shifters, the sanctity of a mate had to be respected. Maybe….just maybe he could. Not wanting to second guess himself, Devin hurried from the bathroom, and threw on some clothes. Checking outside of his apartment door to make sure no one was watching, Devin vamped himself at full speed, heading for the address where the Bound and Bonded club was located.
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“Hey boss, there’s some cute little vamp here to see you. Say’s its urgent.” Alpha Pearson looked up to see Roger’s head poked in his office door. Pearson frowned, and looked down at his papers. He really wasn’t getting anywhere with the club orders, and it was tedious work. Having a conversation with a vampire might be a welcome distraction.
“Tell Dante to come to the office, Kyle too if he is around, and then send him in,” he said, straightening himself up behind his desk. Person had never met a vampire before, and he had to admit his curiosity was aroused. Hmmm, much like his dick he thought, as his stunning mate, Dante sauntered into the office, followed closely by Kyle.
“What do you need lover?” Dante said warmly, coming around the desk and dropping a kiss on Pearson’s cheek.
“Back up from the big scary vampire, I imagine,” said a honeyed voice from the door and Pearson looked up to see a totally beautiful man stepping into his office. The vampire wasn’t overly tall, but Pearson could sense the energy coming off the man, and he felt a faint shiver of alarm. Vampires and wolf shifters weren’t known friends or enemies for that matter – they lived different lifestyles, but despite his own impressive size Pearson wasn’t stupid enough to underestimate the man in his office.
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