“I want to eat you alive.” Caden smiled wickedly.
Kellan chuckled, pulling Caden down by his hair. “Oh, yeah?” He felt a pressure on his tunnel and looked up at Caden smiling demonically. “What are you up to?”
Caden looked down. “Seven inches.” He pushed in.
“Ohhh…fuck!” Kellan felt fingers gripping his balls and instantly-hard dick and then Caden’s thumbnail was dipping into his slit.
“How does that feel, my love?” Caden drove in hard and bottomed out; seconds later Kellan’s dick erupted all over his hand. He had to admit that watching Kellan come unglued did wonderful things to his ego. He’d always been worried about his dominant side; he didn’t need to be with Kellan.
“Jesus,” Kellan breathed out slowly. “Who knew you’d be such an animal in bed.” He chuckled softly.
Caden laughed loud. “Oh yes? It takes an animal to please another.”
Kellan took Caden’s face in his hands. “So you are okay with this? I mean you’re not freaked out?”
Caden smiled and pulled out slowly; he rolled over on his side and looked at the beautiful face in front of him. “Although I was quite surprised when I saw the video, I was more concerned about protecting you. I could not nor will I ever allow Carson Drake to hurt you.” He took Kellan’s hand in his own and laced their fingers together. “I have been informed of a plan. We will be seen in public and then we will leave for France.”
“Why France?” Kellan arched a brow.
“Wayne, the alpha wolf?” Caden watched as Kellan nodded. “He is convinced Carson will not try anything in the states. They will be flying over before us on Riley Esposito’s jet and lay in wait.”
“Is Alexander going, too?” He saw the confused look on Caden’s face. “Doctor Romasko, he is my alpha.”
Caden’s eyes widened. “I did not know. I believe they said all the packs, something about Northern and Queets as well as Denali.”
“That makes sense; Carson could have back-up, although I would hope not after the last time. Wayne showed him what would be coming to him if he ever tried to come after any of the packs.”
“You were there?” Caden sat up on his elbow. “Yes, there was a huge fight in the Denali Park. Me, Scott, Jude and Nicholas were there. We’d never seen anything as huge as Wayne in wolf form; he’s almost as big as a horse. Anyway once Carson was beat, Wayne broke his leg in half with one hand.” Kellan shivered
Caden gasped. “That would take quite a bit of strength.”
“No shit,” Kellan chuckled. “I think we all stood there with our mouths hanging open.”
“And your alpha? Is he as strong?”
“Alex? Oh no, he’s just the regular kind.” Kellan laughed. “Sam Waters and Troy Bishop have that line running through them, though. Sam’s husband, Dakota, was forced to change him after Carson tore Sam open.”
“That is awful!” Caden sat up. “And Troy Bishop?”
“Shot by an ex-boyfriend.” Kellan shook his head. “Sawyer had no choice; they both would have died if not for the bite of their mate.”
“Wait, are you saying they were saved by the bite of a werewolf?”
“Yes, I know how they feel. If anything would happen to you I would do the same to spare you death. Alex is always going on and on about the repercussions of saving a life that was meant to move on.” Kellan caressed Caden’s face. “I couldn’t nothelp you.”
Caden tried to smile. “There are rules that cannot be broken, Kellan. Sometimes that life is meant to expire.”
“I don’t buy it, not when I have the ability to stop it. Look, Sam wasn’t meant to die that day and neither was Troy. Horrible circumstances happened to those guys. They have been deployed numerous times to the damn desert. They’ve been shot, stabbed, blown up and came home safe. It wasnot their time to die.”
Caden rolled over on top of him and smiled. “So, I am your mate.”
“Yes you are, Caden Fournier.” Kellan smiled. “For life.”
Caden closed his eyes and felt strong arms come around him. “Tomorrow we go out to dinner, and then we will leave for France.”
“How do you know the camera crews will follow us?”
Caden smiled. “I have a great PR person.”
~~ Kellan looked out over the Sound; they’d gone to Seacrest Park and were seated overlooking the water. They had been hounded all the way from the apartment to the waterfront and Kellan had to laugh. The paparazzi’s main question is when had they gotten back together and was it for good. Caden answered all their questions calmly all while holding his hand tightly. Now they sat in peace and Caden was looking over the wine list. Kellan smiled at his mate.
“Hey.”
Caden looked up to see that gorgeous smile. “Yes?”
“I love you.” Kellan winked.
Caden felt his heart race. “I love you, too. May I
ask you a question?”
“Sure,” “Grayson has said he wanted to wait for his mate before making love. You did not, why?”
Kellan sat forward. “Are you upset by that?”
“No, just curious.”
“Well, Grayson was what? Eighteen? He could afford to wait a bit. I was starting to give up hope.” Kellan shrugged. “I mean it’s not like I was banging everything that moved; I’ve had maybe four partners. If I’d known you’d be my mate, I would have waited for you Caden, no matter how long it took for us to find each other.”
“You are very romantic.” Caden smiled taking Kellan’s hand in his own. “The way you are, the way you kiss, it is like I am in a romantic movie.”
Kellan felt his cheeks heat. “Well I watched enough of them. I always loved the way the man would kiss, almost like in slow motion. I always thought it was so sexy. There is something to be said for passionate kisses, too, though.” Kellan picked up his crab leg and cracked it. Pulling the meat out he dipped it in butter sauce and sucked it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving Caden’s.
“You have a way of making everything sexy.” Caden breathed. “I am very fortunate to have such a sexy mate.”
“As am I.”
“Are you ready for France?”
“Well, seeing as I’ve never been there, yes.” Kellan wiped his mouth off. “Would you like some of my crab?”
Caden leaned forward and opened his mouth, Kellan placed the tender meat on his tongue and he sucked Kellan’s fingers into his mouth. “Mmm, so good.”
“You are so scandalous.” Kellan chuckled.
Caden sat back smiling and licking his lips. “You hadn’t even heard of me, therefore I am far from scandalous. I try to stay out of the public eye as much as possible. When I made my money I could not even shop. In France they do not give a shit who you are, only in America do they chase you down.”
“Not true,” Kellan pointed at him with a crab leg. “Paris is bad, look what happened there.”
“They were American paparazzi.” Caden smiled wicked.
“Agree to disagree then, although right now I tend to agree with you.” Kellan looked out at the water; the media were actually on boats snapping pictures.
“Over the years I have given them exclusives, they have to eat just as everyone else does. They choose to print only what they want. Two years ago I gave quite a bit of money to cancer research.” Caden frowned. “That barely registered a blip, my breakup however…” Caden rolled his eyes, “was front page news for weeks.”
“Oh really? So what did this guy do for a living?”
“You will laugh.”
“Okay, now I’m really intrigued.” Kellan arched a brow.
“He was a stripper from Australia.” Caden wiped his mouth with his napkin and took a big gulp of wine.
Kellan chuckled. “Oh, not the Thunder from Down Under,” He laughed when Caden’s face turned red. “Oh my God! It was!”
“He had very sexy moves.” Caden smiled taking Kellan’s hand. “But nothing like yours, you are very different.”
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�So are you,” Kellan lowered his voice. “I didn’t even think you were like that in bed, Jesus.” Kellan smiled at the mischievous look on Caden’s face. “What?”
“I have a very overpowering side.”
“Yes, I saw that, or should I say felt that. I actually loved it, that you were so forceful. It was a total turn-on.”
“So you would like it if I did that again?” Caden leaned forward, his foot sliding up Kellan’s pant leg.
Kellan gulped his wine. “Yes, I would like that.” He sucked in a breath, as Caden’s foot traveled between his legs. “I think I’m ready to go now.”
“Yes, that is a good idea.”
~~Chapter Eight~~ Kellan looked out the window of the jet as the lights of New York came into view. The city was beautiful at night; he wished they were stopping for a longer period of time. As soon as the jet pulled up and stopped, Caden was up and on his way to the cockpit. Kellan stretched his legs out and cracked his neck from side to side. He smiled when Caden came back down the aisle; he had a boyish grin on his face.
“What are you up to?” Kellan narrowed his eyes. “Are you hungry? There is a wonderful pizza place not too far from here.”
“Pizza?” Kellan tilted his head. “You, eat pizza?”
“Yes, I eat pizza.” Caden chuckled, smacking Kellan’s arm.
“Does it have caviar on it?” Kellan side-stepped the next hit.
The cab ride almost gave Kellan a heart attack. The cabbie weaved through traffic on the Grand Central Parkway and almost sideswiped another vehicle merging onto the Brooklyn Queens expressway. By the time they arrived at their destination, Kellan was sweating. Caden paid the cabbie and as they walked to a lighted restaurant Kellan turned and saw the Brooklyn Bridge was right across from them. He looked up and saw the sign, Grimaldi’s pizza. Caden took his hand as they waited in a long line of others waiting for the almost-midnight snack. Kellan looked at the others walking by with their slice and his mouth watered. When it was their turn, Caden not only ordered four slices, he ordered a whole pie.
“Wow, are you hungry?” Kellan laughed.
“No, but you are.” Caden smiled and took a bite. The rich sauce made him moan, as did the flavor of the cheeses.
Kellan took a bite and almost came in his pants. “Holy shit, this is really good.”
“You have no idea,” Caden chuckled, with his mouth full.
They sat down at one of the tables and Kellan took his time savoring the taste of the pizza. The sound of the traffic on the bridge was almost comforting; New York had a feeling to it.
“I say when all this crap with Carson is done and over with we come back here.”
Caden nodded. “Yes, I would like you to see the city at night - other than Brooklyn, that is.”
“As long as I get to see it with you,” Kellan smiled.
Caden felt his heart aching, and he took Kellan’s hand. “Let’s get back to the plane; I cannot wait for you to see my home.”
Kellan almost shit his pants on the cab ride back to La Guardia; he swore the cab driver was trying to kill them. Once they were seated back on the plane Kellan relaxed and reclined the seat.
“This is a very nice jet.” Kellan chuckled. “Do you have a lot of them?”
“No, smartass.” Caden laughed and sat down next to him. He laced their fingers together. “Try to get some sleep; we have another eight hours.”
“Gimme a kiss.” Kellan leaned over.
Caden leaned in to meet Kellan’s warm lips, the taste of sauce still lingered. “Get some rest.” ~~ Alexander dropped the last chart on the desk and stood up, cracking his back and neck. He’d been on all night and was late for the rendezvous with the rest of the packs. He knew Wayne would be able to handle Carson along with Archer, but his own pack was there as well. He grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and looked at his watch; Riley’s jet would be coming back for him. As he left his office, a wonderful floral smell wafted up his nostrils and he turned to see a dark-haired woman looking at him.
“May I help you?”
“I hope so Doctor Romasko. I believe you treated my patient. Caden Fournier? I’m his doctor, Evangeline Coulier.”
Alexander nodded, looking into very grey eyes. “Yes, I did.”
“I hope you did not disclose Mr. Fournier’s medical condition to anyone.” Evangeline eyed the doctor. Jesus but he was tall, at least six foot three. His black hair was short and complemented his green eyes.
“I am bound just as you are by doctor–patient confidentiality, Mrs. Coulier.”
“I am not married, and Evangeline is fine Dr. Romasko.”
Alexander smiled. “Alexander.”
“Do I detect a Russian accent, Alexander?” Evangeline smiled. He had strong hands and his broad shoulders fit into his leather jacket just right.
“Yes you do - Leningrad. I detect a hint of French?”
“Coulier is a French name, not a stretch.” Evangeline chuckled.
“Neither is Romasko.” Alexander put his hand out. “May we walk and talk? I have an appointment I must meet.”
“I wanted you to look at Caden’s newest scans,” Evangeline sighed.
“I can do that,” Alexander took the x-rays and walked over to a corner, making sure no one could see them; he held the scans up to the hospital light. “It has spread further.” Alexander sighed. “Did he not do chemotherapy? Radiation?”
“I have tried every drug protocol there is, he’s done everything he can. Now he’s resigned to try and live his last days happily.”
Alexander looked at the scans again. “A few months?”
Evangeline nodded. “That’s what I think.”
Alexander cursed softly. This would kill Kellan and if he knew he would certainly change Caden on the spot. Alexander knew the pain that changing caused in someone who was in perfect health; to change Caden would bring the man unspeakable pain, if he survived the change at all. “I will be back in a few days.” Alexander looked at the beautiful face in front of him; it had been a long time since he’d had the company of a woman. “Maybe I could take you out to dinner? If you are agreeable?”
“You need some lessons in English slang,” Evangeline smiled and tilted her head. “I would love to have dinner.” Evangeline produced a card from her purse. “This is my number; call me when you get back.”
“We will discuss Mr. Fournier’s options; I am not one to give up hope easily.” Alexander smiled.
“Neither am I, Alexander.” Evangeline adjusted her purse. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Yes, yes you will.”
~~ “Dakota, stop stuffing your face.” Sam
whispered.
“I can’t help it,” Dakota’s words were muffled by the almond paste-filled croissant in his mouth. “God. These are so good.”
“I told you.” Grayson giggled.
They were on the ridge above Caden’s house, all of them downwind to avoid detection. So far they had seen nothing except some nude bathers, who were female. They were all eating French pastries like they were going out of style and Claire was keeping them well fed. The house they’d rented was a few down from Caden’s and they spent their time outside in shifts, switching out the night shift with the day. Right now the day shift, which consisted of Dakota, Sam, Grayson and Taylor were watching the roads and the people on the beach below. They hadn’t seen Carson, but were sure after that with all of the media coverage that followed Caden and Kellan to La Guardia, he’d be following right behind them.
“Jesus, I’m glad I’m a werewolf.” Taylor took a bite of the pastry and moaned. “I could eat these for every meal.”
“When this is all over I say we spend a whole week here.” Grayson sat back on his elbows, smelling the air.
“Why don’t we just buy a house here, babe? I mean if you love it that much.” Taylor squeezed Grayson’s thigh.
“Really?” Grayson sat up. “We could do that?”
Taylor arched a brow. “Did you really just
ask me that?”
Grayson threw his arms around Taylor. “I love you so much!”
“Shhh!” Sam looked at Grayson. “Hello? Werewolf hearing.”
Grayson zipped his lip and turned back to Taylor smiling wide. “God, you are an awesome husband.” Grayson whispered.
Taylor winked. “Love ya, baby.”
Sam looked out over the water. “So, I don’t get it. If Caden owns this entire beach, why are there people walking all over his property?”
“Oh,” Grayson sat up. “I got the story from Claire. Turns out Caden’s father owned all the properties that covered the beach. When Caden got enough money, he bought them all out from under his dad and opened them to the public again.”
“That was nice of him.” Dakota smiled.
“Oh, he’s done a lot for Vitrolles.” Grayson looked up at the sky. “He’s a good man.”
“Yes, he is.” Taylor took Grayson’s hand and laced their fingers together.
Sam looked at his watch. “It’s almost lunch time.”
“Good, I’m hungry.” Dakota crammed another croissant in his mouth.
“Jesus…” Sam smiled and looked around. “I’ll go this time.”
“Bring me some of those little pickles please, babe.” Dakota winked.
“Keep your eyes and ears open.” Sam crouched down and climbed up the hill.
“He’s so stealthy.” Grayson giggled.
“He’s an assassin.” Dakota chuckled. “Now, give me that other bag of pastries.”
~~
Kellan looked out the window of the limo. Marseilles was beautiful. So far he loved everything about it, and they weren’t even out of the town limits yet. Caden was on the phone speaking in French and Kellan was trying hard not to eavesdrop, but he caught enough to figure out that Caden was revising his will. Kellan hoped Caden wasn’t putting him in his will; he didn’t want the man’s money. They got off the main road and turned onto another. Kellan caught the sign - well the sign and numbers.Av. Jean Moulinand the road was D55F, whatever that meant. Houses lined the streets and there was beautiful greenery was as far as the eye could see. The smell of lavender was strong.
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