Desperate Call (New Breed Novels Book 5)

by Martha Bourke

  “Fuck,” Pax growled as he buried himself deep in James’s hot, wet mouth again and again. Holy shit, the sound the male’s throat was making was going to push him over the edge. James added more pressure with his tongue and Pax moaned, his balls beginning to tighten. He pulled out to slow things down and brought James to his feet. He took the brother’s mouth with his, going in deep, taking him over. They both groaned when their hard, hot dicks came together. Pax gleamed them to his room, mouths still joined. He ran his hands down James’s back, feeling all that soft skin pulled taught over the warrior’s hard muscle. “You are so sexy. I need you in my bed.”

  They moved to the bed where James got on all fours and let himself drop down to his chest, popping his ass up in the air so that Pax could have better access. He was demanding and Pax loved it. There was nothing Pax loved more than ass play, and he couldn’t wait to drive the male wild. He pulled out the lube and tossed it on the bed before he moved behind James, kissing first one cheek, then the other. He drew James’s dick into his mouth from behind, then licked along James’s shaft, up between his balls, and just barely over his taint—stopping just shy of the male’s hole. Pax ran his tongue all the way from tip to crack, over and over, each time inching closer to where he knew James was desperate for him to be. Then his tongue finally hit home.

  James gasped. “Holy fucking shit.”

  Pax smiled as he parted James’s cheeks.

  “Oh, use your tongue,” the male moaned out, sliding his hand behind Pax’s shoulder and urging him forward.

  Pax darted his tongue at James’s hole, teasing him before pushing inside.

  “Ah, yeah, go deeper.”

  Pax sucked the male’s cock into his mouth, while he slipped first one finger, then another inside him, working James at both ends.

  “More,” his male moaned, letting his chest fall to the mattress.

  Pax pushed in a third finger. Jesus. The male took everything he gave him and still wanted more. And then James arched up and pushed back against Pax’s fingers, fucking them. Holy shit. The visual was so hot Pax nearly lost it right there. Suddenly, he urgently needed those fingers to be his cock.

  Ilah.

  Mine.

  He needed to take James now and was totally not above begging. He leaned down and nipped the male’s earlobe. “Let me inside you, baby. Please.”

  James arched his back and moaned. “Fuck, yes. Do it.”

  James pushed his weight back up on his hands and groaned as Pax rubbed his rock hard cock up and down his crack.

  Ilah.

  “Oh, God. Fuck me, Pax. I need you inside me.”

  James breathed deeply as he felt the blunt head of Pax’s dick push at his hole and slowly pass the muscles at his opening. There was so much pressure, but hardly any pain as Pax worked himself deeper inside him, stopping on and off so James’s body could accommodate him.

  “Aw, James. Fuck. You’re so tight I could come right now.”

  Pax didn’t stop until he was buried deep inside of him.

  And then it happened.

  In a great rush of ecstasy, their second souls connected, their naguals calling out from deep inside them. Overwhelmed by a powerful rush of emotion, James cried out and reared up. But then Pax’s arm came around his chest from behind and drew him into the warmth of his body with a sweet sigh. James turned his head so they were cheek to cheek. He had never felt anything as incredible as the closeness of that moment. It was as though Pax was filling all the emptiness inside him. He was completely enveloped by his mate, inside and out. Just as he dropped a kiss on the male’s forearm, their deep emotional connection was replaced by raging instinct. James dropped back onto all fours and Pax slowly started to pull out. He felt a lick of heat and then a wave of sensation exploded within him, pleasure seeming to reach out until it touched every nerve in his body. Oh, God. Pax slid back in and it happened all over again, pure physical ecstasy eating him alive, consuming him.

  Pax grunted behind him and his thrusts came quicker, robbing James of his breath. “Oh, God. Harder. Fuck me harder.”

  Pax took him by the hips and pounded into him, making James’s teeth clap together. Over and over their bodies slapped together, his mate drilling him from behind. Pax quieted for a moment, catching his breath. James dropped down onto his forearms, pushing back against his male and undulating his hips, his eyes rolling back in his head.

  “Oh, my God.” He groaned.

  Pax’s head fell back. “Ahh, yeah. Ride my dick. Ah, James.”

  Pax matched his rhythm before pulling him back up against his chest and hammering him once again. Nothing mattered inside James but the need, his body under full command of his instincts—his mind totally out of reach somewhere far, far away.

  Pax slowed and turned James’s face toward his. “Gimme your tongue.”

  Their mouths came together and as their tongues met, there was a crackle of electricity James was pretty sure hadn’t come from him.

  Pax pulled back. “Turn over, baby. I wanna look into your eyes when I come inside you.”

  Pax pulled out and let his male flip over before looping one of his James’s legs over his bicep. Drawing his hips back, he thrust forward, both of them crying out as he buried himself balls deep inside James. As Pax began to pump, James closed his eyes. Oh, Jesus, it felt so good. His whole body was on fire, as though Pax was touching him everywhere. He never wanted it to stop.

  “James, open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at us.”

  James opened his eyes and looked down at where their bodies connected, watching in awe as Pax pulled out and pushed back inside him. It was so damn beautiful. The moment didn’t last long, though. Instinct reared its head and they were slaves to the mating call once more. The rhythm was punishing, Pax pulling out and slamming home over and over. James palmed his own erection and jacked himself, reaching out with his other hand and running it down his camzah’s chest. Pax was resplendent above him. Covered in sweat, his ripped abs working to the breaking point as he fucked him, the male’s sac slapping against his ass.

  And then Pax dropped his hips, slamming inside James at a different angle.

  “Ah, Pax. Right there. Ah, it feels so fucking good. Keep going.”

  James worked himself harder, his abs seizing, balls tightening. “I’m coming, I’m…”

  James’s came apart as his orgasm rocked through him, pulling him under as wave after wave of sensation hit, come shooting onto his chest.

  Pax roared as his release exploded inside James. Just knowing that his male was coming inside him primed James all over again. Pax withdrew an inch and thrust in deep, sending them both over the edge again as they looked into each other’s shimmering eyes.

  Pax kept the two of them joined while he leaned up and kissed James softly in that amazing way he had. He closed his eyes and sighed when James pushed the front of his sweat dampened hair off his forehead.

  “I love you so much,” James whispered.

  Pax dropped a kiss on his shoulder. “I love you, too, my male. Always.”

  James lay awake in the darkness, Pax tucked against his side, sound asleep. Mated. To Pax. He could hardly believe it. His scent was all over his mate now and combined with Pax’s, it was the most incredible thing he’d ever smelled. The thought of it always being that way brought a feeling of completeness to his chest. So long Garden of Eden. He smiled and closed his eyes.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Reyn’s heart sank as the essence of the Goddess floated above the fire. He didn’t really know what he’d expected to see. Maybe the transparent form of his mate when she hadn’t taken corporeal form? But what he saw now was hardly more than wisps of color and smoke forming Akina’s face and merely carrying the voice of his mate. He looked over at Evy and thought maybe she looked disappointed as well.

  “My children,” the voice said.

  “My Goddess,” they answered in unison.

  “Evelyn, I am so relieved you read my message.
It was the only way I could contact you without the aid of a ritual.”

  “Where are you, my Goddess? Are you safe?” Evy asked.

  “For now, I am well. They are holding me in our library, in the middle of our city.”

  “How we can help you?” Adriana asked.

  “No, Adriana. I beg you. Do not try to free me.”

  “What?” Reyn practically shouted, almost breaking the circle before remembering himself. Fuck. He’d been afraid of this. Kina would never put herself ahead of the war. Worse, he knew she didn’t want him to endanger himself. Damn it.

  “I am not yet sure of their intentions for me, but you cannot try to rescue me.”

  The essence of his female turned to him, and Reyn looked into its vapor-like sea green eyes. “Leave us,” he said.

  “Reyn, I don’t know if we can,” Richard said.

  The essence of his mate reassured them. “I am quite alright for the moment.”

  Everyone hesitated before they dropped hands and began to move away. When he sensed they were alone, Reyn spoke. “I cannot and will not abandon you.”

  “You are not connected to me now. The protective instinct—”

  “Fuck the protective instinct! There’s no way I’m leaving you alone with those bastards.” He paused. And then it hit him. “My God. They have you there because of him, don’t they? As some kind of sick insurance policy in case he comes for them?”

  Akina appeared to look down for a moment. “I have been thinking while I have been trapped here. I can think of no other reason.”

  That did it. There was no fucking way he was going to let them tie her up like some kind of offering so they could release the goddamn Kraken. “Time is short, Kina. Stop trying to talk me out of coming for you and tell me how to get there.”

  Her essence made a sighing sound and looked into his eyes. “The fastest way is through the land of the Manticores. But after all these centuries, there is still no peace in the Otherworld, and I am not sure they will even let you cross. If you take the other side of the plane, the terrain will be difficult and the journey arduous or even fatal. Either way, I fear for your safety, Reyn. I cannot be the cause of your death, and I will not allow you to put my life before the fate of the race. Evelyn, please help me reason with him. Please, my sister. I beg you.”

  Evy materialized at Reyn’s side. “I’m afraid I can’t, my sister. I agree with Reyn. We need to free you, and soon.”

  Evy stood next to Reyn and looked at Akina’s essence as it floated above the crackling fire. She didn’t want to go against her Goddess, but she had some idea how Reyn felt. She loved her too. Evy knew it was wrong of them to put Akina’s fate over that of the race, but was that really what they were doing? Didn’t they have a better chance of winning the war with her here? She didn’t want to disappoint her Goddess, but she knew she had spoken her truth.

  She looked into Akina’s eyes, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn’t see disappointment in them. But there was no time. The essence was already beginning to fade.

  “Richard!” Reyn shouted.

  As everyone reformed the circle they began the chant once again.

  James lay with his head on his mate’s chest. Pax had taken him a second time when they’d both woken up dying of blue balls at six o’clock. That was a little over an hour ago, and James was hard all over again. Obviously, he’d had some understanding of how the mating call worked when shifters were first mated, but at this rate, they weren’t going to stop fucking until the war was over. Maybe it was because they were both full blooded New Breeds? Because he could feel Pax somehow, and not just his energy. He sighed as he ran his hand along Pax’s smooth chest. The male seemed equally lost in thought. “I seriously hope you’re thinking about what you want to do to me right now.”

  “Actually, I was thinking about Diesel.”

  “I'm pretty sure he’s straight, my male.”

  Pax tweaked his ear. “You know, three months ago, he told me you were special and not to give you up.”

  James nodded. “Smart male. I’ve always liked him.”

  “I’m sorry. Do you want your ass fucked or kicked?”

  James leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Fucked. Always.”

  Pax grinned. “Greedy little power bottom.”

  “Arrogant top.”

  His male took him by the chin, running his thumb across the stubble there. “Come here, you.”

  The next time James looked at the clock it was almost ten. They needed to move or they were both going to get their asses kicked. “We should eat.”

  Pax wrapped his arms around him from behind and kissed his mark. “Probably. How are you, baby? Are you sore?”

  James rolled over to steal a quick kiss. “Not much. Just enough to remind me you were there and that I want you back there as soon as possible.”

  Pax rolled his eyes. “Jesus, James. The shit that comes out of your mouth sometimes. We’ll be lucky if we ever eat again at this rate.”

  James laughed as he followed Pax into the bathroom. The brother always got pissy when he was hungry. He leaned over and started the water. “Come on, Crankenstein. Your blood sugar’s dropping to your toes.”

  After they showered, Pax saw to things downstairs while James tidied the bedroom. He pulled open the drawer to the bedside table, and when he dropped the lube in, he noticed a picture and what looked like an old address book. He picked up the photo. It was of Jesse in soccer gear. Hmm. I wonder. James opened the little book and thumbed through it. Pax’s younger brother’s cell number was listed. James couldn’t believe it. What if this was a major opportunity for Pax to make amends with his family now that his father was gone? Especially with Jesse. The number was probably at least a couple of years old, and even if Pax was his mate, it wasn’t right to pry.

  James sighed. He always worried whenever his heart jumped ahead of his brain. It happened a lot. Probably too often. Mating or no mating, James knew his male was hurting. He thought about the family tree in Abuelita’s old bible. Fuck it. Pax’s family needed him, and no matter how stubborn his male could be, he needed them just as much.

  “Ready, James?” Pax called up the stairs.

  “Coming.” He tore out the page, pocketed it, and headed down to his mate.

  Pax picked his keys and phone up off the kitchen island. “All set?”

  “Actually, I have an errand to run on the way home. Meet you there?”

  “Sure. I’ll pick up Sasha and see you in a bit.” Pax took his hand and they went out the front door. His camzah leaned in and kissed him long and slow.

  “I love you, my male,” Pax said against his mouth.

  James kept trying not to smile so they wouldn’t bump teeth, but he couldn’t help it. “I love you, too.”

  After Pax gleamed out, James took out his cell and punched a number on his speed dial. “Hey, X. It’s James. You got a sec?”

  Reyn materialized in the Osaka Garden on Jackson Park’s Wooded Island. He hadn’t been back home to Chicago since moving into the mansion with Dimitri a year ago. It was hard to believe how much could happen in just a few months. The oriental-style garden was empty, just as it had been for ages. Some kind of maintenance work. But for a Goddess and a New Breed that had hardly been an issue. Reyn put his hands in his pockets and walked along the pathway to the round bridge that arched across the pond. He climbed up to the top and leaned onto the railing as he looked out over the water. For weeks it had been their own private paradise. The first place he’d made her laugh. The first place they’d kissed.

  Don’t make love to me like I’m your Goddess. Take me like I’m your female. Like I’m your mate.

  And he had. Night after night, they’d come here and he’d made her his, or so he’d thought. But even in being mated to her, she was never really his. It had all been just an illusion. Reyn looked down at the water and watched as a tear fell from his cheek, adding itself to the pond. She was a goddess and not even a living one. But even so, how cou
ld she not know that he had no choice but to go after her? It had nothing to do with being a New Breed, or the cock-sucking protective instinct, or the fucking war. He loved her. From the moment he’d first set eyes on her, he’d loved her more than he’d ever loved anyone. More than himself. And yet she’d asked him not to look for her. Not to try and save her. Just like that. And just like that, his insides had turned to dust.

  Reyn wiped the wet off his face with his hand. There was no way he was going to let those dicks use his mate to save their own asses. He’d promised Adriana and Richard he would officiate their second mating in a few days. That would give him enough time to figure out how to cross to the Otherworld. Once he’d fulfilled his obligation, he would designate Richard as the Order’s new leader and go.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Oh, for the love of fuck. All Ana wanted to do was uncoil, phase back to her first form, and crack her back. The whole confusion about being invertebrates—not so much. She had plenty of bones in her Cobra form that could use a stretch. Waiting in the void of empty time for her crazy as hell mother to show up at her office wasn’t helping matters either. All she could think about was the Goddess floating through her at circle the night before. So it was some new power. Yeehaw. How many shifters did they really know on the other side who might want to drop by for a visit?

  Ana heard voices coming down the hall and went into full focus mode. Finally. Mommie Dearest (boots clacking), Blue Eyes (creepy as shit accent), and…a male with a British accent?

  “Victrixa, I’d like to introduce Doctor Theo Alexopoulos.”

  “I apologize for the rushed private flight…Doctor, was it?”

  “It is, but Theo is fine. I’m afraid I don’t fully understand why it is I’m here, Ms. Mata. Your man has told me your former scientist already perfected the serum, weeding out the rogue factor that had proven troublesome. What is it you wish to have me do?”