Dallas’ chest was flushed, and he was looking away, but he wasn’t trying to cover himself. He had red-brown hair on his legs and stomach, and a darker shade of hair around his cock. And his cock, well. It was hard and erect, calling for Hamilton’s mouth, for his hand, for his ass. It made it hard for Hamilton to decide what he wanted to do first, but since mating included blood sharing, there had to be a way to make it comfortable.
“How do we do this?” he asked, never looking away from Dallas’ body.
Dallas pressed his lips together. “Well, we use lube, and make sure you stretch me well because I haven’t had sex in a while, at least not this kind of sex. Then once I’m stretched, you’ll need to put your dick into my—”
Hamilton cocked his head. “I know how sex works, thanks. I mean, you have to drink my blood, yeah?”
“And you have to drink mine.”
“So that means missionary is easiest. Or one on top, I guess.”
“I’m fine with either.”
“And are you fine with bottoming?”
Dallas grinned. “This time.”
Hamilton beamed. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Now. Is the lube where I left it?”
Dallas gestured toward the nightstand and Hamilton knee-walked toward it. The lube was on top of everything in the drawer and Hamilton snatched it, hurrying back on top of Dallas, who was waiting for him with his legs spread, his dick still hard.
Hamilton didn’t lose time. There would be time for slow and soft later, after they were mated, after they were one. He opened the lube and spread way too much on his fingers before throwing the bottle somewhere to his right.
Dallas looked at him, never looking away as Hamilton reached between his legs and stroked a careful finger against his hole. Dallas didn’t say anything, so Hamilton pressed harder, and his finger slid inside. He arched a brow, because while Dallas was pretty tight, he wasn’t quite as tight as Hamilton thought he’d be. But hey, who was he to say something? He wasn’t the jealous type, and he didn’t think Dallas was lying, so it didn’t matter.
Dallas wiggled his hips, reminding Hamilton what he was doing. Since Dallas seemed to be fine, Hamilton pushed his finger in a few times before adding a second one.
Dallas groaned and pushed down on Hamilton’s fingers, and Hamilton could tell he wanted more. He took his time, though, enjoying the small sex sounds Dallas made. He was letting go, and it made Hamilton happy. Dallas didn’t let go very often, and he was flattered to be the only one to see this part of Dallas.
“I don’t mind a little pain,” Dallas said with a moan.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
Dallas seemed sure, so Hamilton tugged on his hole a few times, grinning at the mewls he earned, before using what remained of the lube on his fingers to slick his cock. He leaned forward, angling his cock toward Dallas’ hole. He started pushing, looking up when the head of his cock slipped into Dallas. It was warm and tight and so fucking arousing he thought he might come right away.
Dallas was looking at him, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted, and Hamilton noticed the glint of teeth in his mouth. They were weird, so he paused and reached up, gently moving Dallas’ lips apart.
“Holy crow. Those are fangs.” Dallas tried to close his lips, but Hamilton didn’t let him. “I like it. That’s what you’re going to bite me with, huh?”
Dallas nodded, and Hamilton let go.
“Yes. I’m going to bite you, then I’m going to open a wound on my own neck so you can drink from me. Now would you please fuck me before I come with just an inch of your cock in me?”
Hamilton laughed and pushed forward. Dallas groaned and clutched at Hamilton’s shoulders, pulling him close as he bottomed out. He had to stop moving because he really was about to come, and not even thinking about his old Math teacher wearing a bikini was enough to keep his orgasm away, not on its own.
“We’re both about to come,” Dallas said softly. “It’s the mating.”
“Yeah, well. There’s no way I’m coming in under five minutes.”
He moved back and thrust into Dallas again. It was a great way to shut him up, and Hamilton did it again and again, until Dallas was completely speechless. Hamilton stared at Dallas’ neck, not even surprised that he wanted to bite him. “Maybe it’s time to, uh, do this,” he panted.
Dallas pulled him even closer, and pain flared in Hamilton’s neck. He bit his lower lip, but the pain didn’t last. It became pleasure, the suction on his neck reverberating in his groin. He scrambled, trying to move even closer, wanting more, and Dallas reached up without letting go.
He slashed a cut in his neck, and Hamilton dove on it. He pressed his lips to the skin and sucked the blood flowing, drinking it down. It tasted like... blood. It wasn’t particularly nice, but Hamilton could already feel something changing, something pulling him closer to Dallas.
Dallas let go of Hamilton’s neck and pressed his head against the pillow. Hamilton felt Dallas’ cock jerk against his stomach. Then heat spread, and he couldn’t stop himself anymore. He sucked down one more mouthful of blood as he came, Dallas’ ass tightening around him.
So many sensations flooded Hamilton, and he tried to hold onto one. It was overwhelming, but Dallas was there, wrapped around him, smoothing his hands down Hamilton’s sides and over his shoulders.
Hamilton slumped down, aware of the presence in his mind. It felt good, familiar, and like it had filled a hole Hamilton hadn’t known he’d had in his soul. He was complete.
* * * *
Dallas hummed and smiled at Nuallan, who was looking at him with wide eyes. “You’re perfectly fine. Are you sure you still don’t want to talk to anyone? It would help you. No one here wants to see you hurt again.”
Nuallan shook his head. His blond hair slid forward and half-hid his face, making him look young. Dallas didn’t know how old Nuallan was exactly, but he did know that he was in his mid-twenties. He looked about twenty, maybe less, when he was looking at people like he was looking at Dallas now, his gaze shy, his face hidden.
“All right,” Dallas told him. He couldn’t exactly force Nuallan to talk to anyone if he didn’t want to.
Nuallan started to get up from the bed he was sitting on. Dallas saw him hesitate from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t ask why. He knew Nuallan well enough to know the man would retreat into himself if he pushed, so instead he lost time checking Nuallan’s file even though he didn’t need to.
“I... wanted to know something,” Nuallan said, rushing the last part of his sentence.
“You can ask whatever you want to ask.”
“Why is everyone so nice to me? I tried to kill the alpha, yet he bought me a present for Christmas. I don’t understand why.”
Dallas finally looked at Nuallan. He looked uncomfortable, to say the least, but his chin was raised and his expression was stubborn. Dallas smiled. It was about time Nuallan came out of his shell. Dallas had been growing increasingly worried ever since Alex had brought Nuallan in.
“Kameron knows you didn’t come on your own volition.”
Nuallan blinked. “What?”
“That you didn’t want to kill him. We suspect you were ordered to do it, maybe forced. It has become more obvious as we got to know you, and I think Kameron made the right decision when he decided to keep you here.”
“But why did he keep me here? This is his home. Why didn’t he send me to jail? Even if he thinks I didn’t want to do it, I still did it. Nothing can change that.”
“He sees the best in people. He probably doesn’t think you’re dangerous, at least not to anyone but yourself. And he also wants information from you, although with Tom’s council down and the human problem, he might not have had the time to interrogate you yet. It’s not urgent, not anymore.”
Nuallan shook his head. “I still don’t understand.”
Dallas patted Nuallan’s thigh, happy when he didn’t move awa
y. “Don’t think about it too much. This is a good thing. You’ve been given a second chance, or at least you will be once Kameron deems your punishment over. Take advantage of it.”
“I don’t know how to do that. I... the only thing I had was my family, my tribe, but I betrayed them by not killing Kameron. They won’t take me back.”
“We will. You can have a new family with us if you want it. I lost my family years ago, but I found a new one here. I’m not going to say it’s easy to accept, but it’s a possibility you have. You can choose what to do with it. You don’t have to decide now, though. Take your time.”
Nuallan slowly nodded. The door opened. Alex peeked in, and Nuallan smiled. Dallas wondered if maybe there was something between those two, but it was none of his business, so he didn’t ask. If there was and if they wanted other people to know, they’d talk about it.
“You can go,” he told Nuallan. “You don’t have to come back, unless something happens, of course.” And Dallas hoped it wouldn’t. Nuallan was still fragile, that much was obvious, but something had changed since he’d tried to take his life. He was slowly coming out of his isolation, and much of that could be traced back to Alex.
Alex came closer and held a hand out, and Nuallan didn’t hesitate to take it. He smiled at Dallas, a thin, wobbly smile, but it was a smile nonetheless, and Dallas smiled back. He watched Alex guide Nuallan out, hovering close, as if he thought Nuallan might fall with every step. He was maybe a tad too protective, but Nuallan didn’t seem to mind, and Dallas wasn’t going to put himself between them.
They left, and he turned away to put Nuallan’s file back in his office. The door opened again, though, and the file fell to the floor when Dallas saw who had entered.
“Help him to the bed,” he said, hurrying to Hamilton’s side.
Malik obeyed and helped Hamilton sit down on the closest bed. Dallas knew how to do this, he knew how to take care of people and heal them, but he felt lost.
“Hey, come on,” Hamilton said. “I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.”
Dallas reached for Hamilton, but he froze, unsure where to start. He blinked and looked at Malik. “Can you please call Sei?”
“I don’t need Sei to heal me,” Hamilton groused. “I’m fine. It was just a fistfight.”
“You lost consciousness,” Malik said.
Hamilton glared at him. “For a second.”
“More like a minute.”
Dallas shook his head. “Can someone tell me what the fuck happened?” he snapped. Malik and Hamilton looked at him, both with wide eyes, and Dallas cleared his throat. “Sorry. Can you please tell me what happened?”
“Nothing,” Hamilton said, and Dallas scowled.
“It’s obvious you’re lying, so save your breath and just tell me the truth. You know I won’t let it go until you do.”
“But—”
“I’ll withhold sex.”
Hamilton gaped and Dallas felt his cheeks heat. He wasn’t sure what had pushed him to say that. He wasn’t that childish, but he’d heard other people say it when it came to disagreements with their mates, and it was the first thing that had popped up in his mind.
“It really was just a fight,” Hamilton said. “I was in town with Malik, Simon, and Zane, and a few jackasses decided to take offense about the fact that we might be shifters.”
Dallas looked at Malik in question. He noticed Hamilton rolling his eyes, but he didn’t protest, and Dallas continued staring at Malik until Malik finally gave him answers.
“He’s telling the truth. There were five men. I don’t know why they think we were shifters, but it probably has to do with some of them seeing Kameron in town. They’re not stupid. I’m actually surprised Kameron’s location hasn’t been leaked yet. It wasn’t hard for the men to add what they knew and realize we were shifters.”
“Yeah, and they were assholes about it. Scared Simon and everything, so I told them to fuck off.”
Dallas sighed and finally started to examine Hamilton. He’d been right—whatever had happened wasn’t too bad. If Sei didn’t heal him, he’d have a black eye and some scrapes on his face and his hands. What worried Dallas was the fact that Hamilton had lost consciousness, but he’d have to do some tests to check for a concussion.
“I’m sure you telling them that has a lot to do with the way they reacted,” he said as he reached for one of the trays that waited for him next to each bed. He needed to clean Hamilton’s scratches.
“They shouldn’t have been assholes,” Hamilton said stubbornly.
“You could just have told them to leave you alone.”
Hamilton snorted. “As if that would have worked. Assholes just don’t back down that easily.”
Dallas gave up trying to reason with his mate. They were both stubborn, but one of them had to give if they didn’t want to fight for the rest of their lives. Dallas would rather insist on the important things than on things that didn’t matter. This didn’t. It was already over.
“I need to go help Quinn finish packing his bags,” Malik said.
Dallas nodded. “I was wondering why he was still here.”
“He just wanted to spend Christmas without drama. His family life—well, I think everyone knows things won’t be smooth for him once he and Kir move back to his nest.”
Dallas knew a bit about it, and he was glad he wasn’t in Quinn’s shoes. He turned back to Hamilton and Hamilton looked scared.
“Do you really have to clean my wounds? It stings like hell.”
“Would you rather have Sei heal your wounds with the dirt in them?”
Hamilton sighed and held out his hands. “Fine. Do your worst.”
* * * *
Hamilton made sure to grimace and whimper the entire time Dallas took care of him. Maybe it would get him extra cuddles or something, although from the way Dallas was looking at him, he wasn’t sure he was forgiven just yet.
It really hadn’t been his fault, not this time. He couldn’t help the jackasses had decided they needed to clean the town of shifters and had decided to start with Hamilton’s little group. They hadn’t even been sure they were shifters, for God’s sake.
And really, five against four wasn’t fair, especially when one of those four was small and scrawny like Simon. Hamilton hadn’t minded letting Malik and Zane take care of the guys, but when one of them had taken an interest in Simon, Hamilton hadn’t stepped back. Poor little guy had seemed scared, and he really couldn’t have taken the asshole on his own. Of course, Simon had pointed out after everything was over that he was a shifter and that he could have kicked the guy’s ass without too many problems, but Hamilton hadn’t exactly thought of that then.
Sei entered shortly after Malik had left. He rolled his eyes and went to work right away, checking Hamilton’s head while Dallas finished cleaning the wounds on Hamilton’s hands. They were scratches, really, and he’d told Malik to just take him home, but the man was as stubborn as they came and he’d looked like he wasn’t even listening to Hamilton. He probably hadn’t been.
Dallas stepped away once he was done, leaving Sei more space to work. Hamilton’s cell phone chose that moment to ring, and he took it out, grimacing at the name on the screen. He should have known Michel would call sooner rather than later. Hamilton was lucky he hadn’t called earlier, really. He’d been able to spend Christmas without having to think of something to tell his ex.
Now really wasn’t the right moment to answer, so Hamilton silenced his phone and put it down. Michel wasn’t that easily dissuaded, though, and as soon as the phone stopped vibrating, it started again.
“You should answer,” Dallas said.
“Don’t wanna.”
“Why not?”
Hamilton thought about what to tell Dallas. Would he be angry about one of Hamilton’s exes calling him? Maybe, but he’d probably be angrier if Hamilton lied to him and he later found out. Hamilton knew Michel well enough to know he was going
to call again and again until Hamilton answered. He’d probably broken up with his latest boyfriend and wanted to hit Hamilton’s bed like he usually did. Or maybe he was calling to get his money back. Hamilton wouldn’t be surprised. Michel had asked for it the last time they’d seen each other after all. If he was between boyfriends, he probably needed it.
Hamilton sighed. Dallas was still looking at him, and Sei was doing his best to make it look like he wasn’t listening. Maybe having Sei there would make Dallas more accepting. Or it could make him even angrier. Hamilton wasn’t sure.
“Because the guy calling is one of my exes, and I owe him money.”
Dallas frowned. “Is he calling because of the money or the ex thing?”
“I don’t know.”
Hamilton’s phone stopped vibrating, then started again. He sighed. Michel obviously wanted something.
“I’m done,” Sei said.
“How is he?” Dallas asked.
“Fine. No concussion, and the rest were only scratches. The only thing left is this.” He slapped a hand over Hamilton’s eye and Hamilton swore. Sei arched a brow at him and silently dared him to say something, but Hamilton wasn’t as crazy as most people thought he was, and he didn’t want to go against his mate’s employee, or friend, or whatever Sei was. Besides, Sei was still touching him, and Hamilton was pretty sure that no matter how small Sei might be, he could hurt Hamilton more than Hamilton would ever be able to hurt him.
So instead of saying something, Hamilton closed his eyes and let Sei do his magic. His phone started ringing again just as Sei let his hand fall and Hamilton eyed it as if it might bite him. And it might, knowing Michel.
“Answer it,” Dallas said.
Sei walked away, looking like he wanted nothing to do with what was happening. Hamilton wished he could follow him.
“I don’t want to,” he told Dallas.
Dallas moved faster than Hamilton had ever seen him move. He snatched Hamilton’s phone and answered before Hamilton could stop him. “Hello?”
Michel’s voice was loud enough that Hamilton could hear it even though he wasn’t holding his phone. “You’re not Hami.”
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