Pack Law (Fated Mate)

by Duane, Shannon

  Chuckling while worshiping every inch of her body he replied, “No way. I told you. I want to take my time this first round. Next time I’ll take you fast and furious if you want. Let me love you.”

  He was in between her thighs and his cock was reaching for her warm wet heat. He had to thank all his practicing for the strength he knew this was costing him. He knew once he rubbed along her slick entrance he’d blow, so he took his time with her ensuring she would blow too when he pushed against her.

  He gasped as she broke the kiss again and slid her body just a touch down, her soaking sheath coming into contact with his hardness. He looked deeply into her eyes. “I can’t hold back anymore. I want you too badly. Are you with me?”

  “I was with you hours ago in the woods and I was still with you an hour ago when you began this slow torture. Put us both out of our misery. I swear I’m ready, in fact, if you touch me I’ll go off like a bottle rocket.”

  Blake held his breath and slowly pushed forward; just his head was against her heat and he had to take a deep breath; remind himself to go slow and be understanding if she couldn’t take him.

  He moaned as Delilah’s small hand wrapped around his length and stroked from base to tip. “Don’t be nervous. We’re both ready. Make love to me, mate. Complete our bond.”

  After a shuddering breath he pushed forward and wanted to cry as her warm sheath swallowed his length. He was fully seated inside his mate. Joy burst through him and he rocked forward hitting her clit.

  Her sudden scream caught him by surprise and he briefly, thought he’d harmed her until he felt her exhilaration through their bond and her muscles began to pulse around his length.

  She cried, “Oh no, I can’t wait. You’re making me…Aaahhhh.”

  Her orgasm sparked his and after only a few quick pumps in and out of her contracting sheath Blake was coming too.

  They both remain linked together and Blake knew his smile would last for hours. He’d finally had sex, with his sexy, sassy, amazing mate.

  Sudden words pushed through Delilah’s mind and for a moment she thought she was going crazy but then it all made sense; mind speak. They really were fated. Only fated mates could communicate with each other without speaking out loud. She used to hear stories about fated mates from the elders and once Tidus killed them off there was no more history to extract and no way to confirm the old ways.

  Not sure if she’d let Blake know what his trust and comfort meant she figured she should start with something not so…deep. Although, what they’d just done seemed very deep to her. “Did you know you’re screaming in my brain? I wasn’t even sure if it was possible. Mr. Nunn, you are a surprise.”

  Typical Blake, he only chuckled. “And what, pray tell, am I yelling.”

  Feeling like the most special person in the entire world she grabbed his face in her hands and looked into his smiling eyes. “I’m your first. You saved yourself for me and I feel like the luckiest she-wolf in the world to have you.”

  Kissing him with as much passion as she could she noticed for the first time, he was still hard inside of her. “Aren’t you supposed to get all soft and squishy now? We just had the most amazing sex of both of our lives and you’re supposed to fall asleep while I lie awake agonizing on if you like my body and if I pleased you.”

  “Oh babe, I can stay hard forever when I’m with you. You know you made me happy and that after worshiping your body for the last hour, I love it.” He pulled back and ran a hand down her cheek and Delilah lost her heart at his kindness. “Are you sore? I want you again but not if you’re hurting.”

  His sweaty forehead dropped to hers and she tilted her pelvis in response, giving him the all clear for more loving. “I feel great. Better than great actually.”

  She bit her lip wondering if something was wrong with her. How could she be so happy yet sad too? He hadn’t marked her the way mates mark each other, she was expecting it but it never happened and for some reason she felt lost. Sure they’d had mind-blowing sex; however, he hadn’t sunk his fangs into her, leaving his mark for all wolves to see his claim.

  “Now who’s yelling? I can hear your thought. I thought we were only supposed to mind speak not read each other’s inner thoughts.”

  “I don’t think I like it either.” She pushed at him to let her up but he was solid and apparently very happy to be linked with her.

  “Delilah, I’ve never had sex before. I wanted to make love to you our first time with no pressure and no regrets. I wanted to mark you so bad but honestly I couldn’t even last past a few thrusts and I hadn’t officially asked you so it wouldn’t have been right. You’ll have to forgive me for pissin’ you off, please understand that I want to mark you, badly, right now; If you’ll accept me. It won’t be easy. I’m about to take over as alpha of this pack which is severely dysfunctional so it could be dangerous, you could get hurt or threatened.” He paused a moment in thought, “Maybe we should wait.”

  No question in her mind whether she wanted to mate him she snuggled into his neck, inhaling his scent deep into her lungs before placing a long wet kiss to his neck, extending her wolves teeth and biting him hard. As her teeth slid past skin into his muscle, she nearly orgasmed again as his rich mate blood spill into her mouth. Her muscles contracted around him and she knew if he moved at all she’d gain the release her wolf wanted. Let the mating begin.

  Blake was shocked when his fierce mate marked him as hers. He was just thinking about how safe it would be to take over the pack, waiting to claim her until it was safe, when she started snacking on his neck. No warning or preamble, simply, lick and nibble. Well…more like chomp. She sunk her fangs in deep hitting muscle, creating a mate mark for all to see. Claiming him.

  It wasn’t painful in the least; in fact, he wanted to maul her in return. His cock was still engaged with her sheath, he could feel her pulsing around him, beaconing his release. He wanted to claim her, make it good by lasting past a few stabs into her tight heat. These were the most memorable times and he wanted so badly for her to look back at them with fondness. However, his wolf was being called onto the table by his lil’ she mate. He’d underestimated her.

  “Del, don’t move. Please, just stay still, don’t do anything.”

  Her fangs were still embedded in his neck so she couldn’t talk but she did moan and suck harder at his neck while sliding her hips back and forth. Gently rocking and driving him mad. He wouldn’t last if he let her have control.

  Blake growled long and low, calling off her attack of him. “Release me, Delilah.”

  Having no other option when he got all alpha, her teeth slowly retreated from his skin. Always having the last word she licked his neck as sensually as possible and gave him sleepy bedroom eyes before squeezing her inner muscles around his manhood and licking her lips. “You taste perfect, my mate.”

  Not knowing what she was tempting she was shocked when he slid out of her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. She didn’t even have time to protest, not that she would have, before he plunged his hot member back into her. No gentleness, all wolf. He thrust and stabbed at her all the while sending her soothing noises and making sure, through their bond, that she was being satisfied.

  Ten minutes in his prods became less controlled and she knew, without a shadow of a doubt she was about to be claimed. No…not just claimed but marked body and soul by this man that she’d met only hours ago who had quickly inserted himself into her life and heart.

  Baring the line of her throat she felt the exact moment he punctured her skin. Their power swirled in the room and she could feel his essence blending with hers. His renewed hope at finding her, his love and lust surrounding them, his fear that something would happen to her, his loss over moving away from his family and his individual power signature. His power actually made her feel drunk. Looking at Blake you wouldn’t realize all he had in him, he was damn near bursting at the seams wanting to be released.

  His mark was permanent, beautiful, comfortin
g and at the same time thrilling. Delilah couldn’t wait for their coming out, it would be sensational; epic.

  Chapter 7

  After several hours of lovemaking they lie silently in the dark enjoying the peace and ease of being together. They talked of life, their childhoods, and the future. Blake made sure he let Delilah know he wanted a big family like he had. He told her of his strong connection with his parents, as well as the intense bond he shared with his brothers.

  Triplets at birth his mother often spoke of her fear that someone would be left out when playing or that one boy would be ostracized by the others. Her fear was so great she refused to have more children, knowing the chance of multiple babies was great because she married and mated her fated. His mother, father and brothers had always been his ultimate support, never having to question their love and trust.

  Delilah was excited to share her childhood. He listened intently to her antics with her younger twin brothers. Apparently she was quite the instigator. Once the vacuum plug was stuck in the socket and she was too busy to help them so she told them to figure it out; when Dustin went flying across the room after sticking a knife into said plug she’d learned a valuable lesson. The twins were stupid, young and impressionable. So she followed them around to keep them safe while suggesting they do her chores too. Her childhood was filled with love, family and security-just like his.

  It had all changed when Tidus took over. When she spoke of him and his ill-treatment toward the pack her scent became bitter. She was misguided when she challenged him as alpha thinking he would take an alpha challenge seriously, fighting fair. Tidus had been warned. Having her drugged before the challenge so she’d be weak was the ultimate cruelty.

  Blake listened giving her support when he felt it was needed. His own anger surfaced as she voiced Tidus’s request to mate her, as well as all the alpha females of the surrounding areas to increase his power. A man’s power wasn’t based on the status of his mate but of his character and power level. He wondered if Tidus didn’t play by the rules because he had no power, having to borrow from others or control them through fear of weapons.

  Almost sounding sad she declared. “I’m almost upset he’s dead. I’d have liked to be the one to put his hate and torture to rest permanently. I don’t want anyone to suffer but I’d have liked to see him finally meet his maker, see the look on his face as he’s sent to hell.”

  Blake hugged her close as they fell asleep in each other’s arms, at peace, sated and mated.

  The sound of the vacuum woke Delilah from the most peaceful sleep she’d ever had. Looking at the clock she blew out a frustrated breath; who vacuums at three in the morning? It had to be Blake; he was the only other person in the house.

  Padding to the bathroom she relieved her bladder, cleaning up she smiled at the evidence of her and Blake’s mating. Her cheeks reddened as she looked at herself in the mirror; lips swollen and red, neck well and truly marked, not to mention some swelling and a glorious tingle low down. Brushing her teeth her wolf howled in her head to hurry up, apparently, she wanted to see the defined muscles her mate sported as he cleaned.

  The floor was cold under her bare feet, being a shifter had its advantages because she barely felt it as she went in search of her new mate. If she was lucky he’d put the vacuum down and claim her again.

  “Do you know I cut so much hair out of your vacuum that it gave me a five dollar tip and scheduled another appointment for next week. Damn girl, do you ever use this thing?” Putting an agitated hand to his forehead he explained, “I must be allergic to your cat, its fur is annoying me. I can’t sleep, not even next to the most beautiful, sexy, hot woman I’ve ever met. And your vacuum is a dinosaur.”

  He watched as she approached cautiously, obviously seeing the irritation on his face. “I’m so sorry. If I’d have known you were coming I would have cleaned up a bit. Come over here and I’ll give you a back rub.”

  Backing up like she was on fire he went around the couch. “No, it hurts. My skin is…uncomfortable.”

  Hands on hips she looked like a fierce warrior and he was so glad she was his. Until…”Are you running from me, Mr. Nunn? That’s not very alpha of you.”

  Attempting the carefree smile he’d mastered in his youth, he could tell it didn’t reach his eyes and he was too tired to keep trying. “Can’t you feel it through the bond? I’m surprised you’re not jumping out of your skin too.”

  Her face scrunched up like she was concentrating very hard. “You’re blocking me. Blake, I’m worried, are you really hurting?”

  Sighing he released his mental shields that he’d been holding in place on the off chance it would save her some pain. She gaped at him and bent over breathing hard, clearly in pain. Locking himself up again to prevent her feeling his distress he took great gulps of oxygen into his lungs. “I’m sorry. This isn’t how I wanted our mating night to go. Please, forgive me.”

  Coming close to him, examining without touching, he appreciated her kindness. “Nothings different on the outside, I look the same. It’s the inside that’s off.” Nervous brown eyes locked on his calm blues as they gave comfort the only way they could.

  The sound of his phone ringing broke their eye contact.

  On the third ring he answered without looking at the screen. Strike one as Paul’s worry filled voice sounded on the other end. “Dang it, Blake, what’s going on? I’m picking up all kinds of shit from you. Are you okay, safe?”

  “I’m fine, bro. I think I’m allergic to Delilah’s cat.”

  “Isn’t that your new mate? Tell her to get rid of it. Easy.”

  Pinching the bridge of his nose Blake protested. “No. She loves her cat. Pets are like a part of the family. I’ll be fine.”

  “Blake, I know you’re trying to shield but it’s not working. I can feel your suffering. Are you sure it’s the cat?”

  Blake didn’t want Delilah to hear his conversation with his brother so he covered up the phone and whispered, “I’ll go take this in the other room.”

  She whispered back, “Hell no, big boy. You stay.”

  He didn’t want to stress her anymore so he continued the conversation with Paul, knowing she could hear everything. “I claimed her, Delilah, and a few hours later I felt…this way.”

  A concerned wrinkle developed in-between her eyebrows, yet she stayed blessedly silent.

  “Shit. Let me call Jake. See if he has any input on why that would happen. You’re sure she’s your fated?”

  “Positive. Even with this wracking pain I want to jump her bones. Lick her until she’s screaming. I’m literally using all my energy shielding her and holding back my instincts. Don’t call Jake.”

  Chancing a look at Delilah she still looked concerned at his suffering. She did shoot him a wink, allowing a small smile his way in support. Smiling back as her comfort eased some of his fear.

  “The hell I won’t call Jake, he might be able to help.”

  A pang clutched Blake’s heart. “Jake is your alpha. He’s no longer mine. I need to do this by myself.”

  Another call hit his cell. “Listen bro, I’ll be fine. I’ve got another call coming in so I’ll talk to you later. Give my love to Bailey. Bye”

  He clicked his cell phone over without checking the caller ID again. Strike two. “Hello.”

  A small child’s voice came over the line, “Blakey, hi.”

  He couldn’t stop the smile that eased across his face. He genuinely loved this kid, “Trevor, What are you doing lil’ buddy.”

  An annoyed sound came over the phone. “I am not lil’, Blakey. I told you I’m a big boy. I’m growing like a weed mama says.”

  “I know you are. I’m sorry I’m not there to see it. What do you need? I told you last time I’m not going to tell your ma that pop tarts are an acceptable breakfast food.”

  Innocent little giggles came over the line. “I don’t need ya to anymore. Dad gives ‘em to me and we don’t say nothin’ to her. She’d be super mad and dad says
we both gets in trouble if she finds out. Don’t tell, k?”

  “I promise. I don’t talk to your mommy anyway. She’s all the way in California with you.”

  An anguished moan came from the lil’ guy and Blake was sorry he’d upset him.

  “I can’t say.”

  “What can’t you say, Trev? Do you need to tell me something?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, spit it out kiddo, you should be in bed.”

  “I don’t want you to hurt. Then Pauly and Justin hurts too. And I love you.”

  “I love you too kiddo. Just tell me. I won’t tell your ma. I don’t want my brothers to hurt either.”

  “I like your girl. She’s pretty.”

  Trevor was slowly driving him out of his mind. “I think she’s pretty too. She’s also very nice.”

  Long pause before Blake prompted. “Trevor, why did you call?”

  “I don’t want your flower to hurt either.”

  Delilah, his flower. “I don’t want her to hurt either. She is hurting though, along with my brothers.”

  Trevor sniffed into the phone. Not afraid to openly cry or show his emotions. Blake had always been amazed at the beauty of children who wore their hearts on their sleeves.

  “Trevor?”

  “You’re an alpha. Like the alpha.”

  “Yep.”

  “It’s your pack. They’re yours now.”

  “Listen Trev, just tell me what’s going on. My flower is over here looking at me as if I’ve lost my mind. Do you know why I’m not feeling good?”

  “Yes, Blakey, I know lots.”

  “Will you tell me?”

  “I did.”

  Great. Blake went through the last couple minutes of their conversation in his mind for clues as to why he’d been in anguish for the last hour. “I’m not allergic to Mr. Boo?”

  “No.” Trevor laughed, “Mr. Boo, a magic name.”

  Okay, conversation was veering off topic quickly. “It’s not Paul, Justin or Delilah?”