Peace Maker (Blackwood Pack Book 3)

by Mary Rundle

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  Josiah drummed his fingers on the desk, waiting for his second to arrive. He needed answers and only Rudy could provide them. Another claim of a Fated Mate—bullshit! But it didn’t matter to him, Dylon could bring his mate with him when he took the job of head enforcer. Not that Josiah was happy to have a gay head enforcer, but he would accept it in the short term until he could convince the Council to dismiss the Blackwood Pack’s complaint. Hearing a knock, he shouted, “Come in!”

  Rudy entered and sat in the chair Josiah pointed to and waited for him to speak. He had nothing good to report so, as he learned in the past, better to delay giving bad news until he was forced to.

  “I received a call this morning from Mr. Royd. It seems his son found his Fated Mate and joined that pack.”

  Of all the things his boss might say to him, this was the last thing he ever thought he’d hear. Rudy tried to make sense of it. How? Who? Where? Oh fuck, it had to be the wolf who found him. I have to to find Dylon and kill him before this goes any further. “Huh, I didn’t realize he knew anyone out here. Who is it?”

  “I don’t know,” Josiah growled, “But I want you to find him and his mate and convince them to come back here. I’m going to make him the Head Enforcer—that is, until I can get the complaint dismissed.”

  “How can I find him when I don’t even know where to look? Do you know how many packs there are? And I’m not including the packs in the rest of the world.”

  Josiah frowned. “I don’t know—but we gotta find him. Use your contacts at the Council and see if you can find out where Royd went. I’m sure someone there knows his plans. A big honcho like him certainly stays in touch with his office staff.”

  “Good idea. I’ll get right on it. But what about Bruno? He’s been my head enforcer for years. I don’t want to lose him”

  “You find Dylon first. I’ll handle Bruno. Dylon’s assignment will only be temporary but you know as well as I do how valuable his father can be to us right now.”

  “Right. Let me get on this and I’ll let you know when I find out something.”

  “Good,” growled Josiah, then added, “Don’t fuck this up. Our lives are on the line.”

  Rudy stood, nodded and left. As he walked down the hallway, he knew it had just gotten ten thousand times worse for him. How Dylon healed was beyond anything he could imagine but it was obvious he did if his parents were on their way to see him. If Dylon told his father what had happened to him, Rudy knew he was a dead man because Josiah would order his death without a moment’s hesitation. Fuck him! I’m not going to take the fall for everything. I’ll bring Josiah down too. He doesn’t know it yet but he just became my bargaining chip.

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  Dylon followed Cody into their bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Leaning against it, he spun Cody around and grabbed his hips, pulling them up close to his. Grinding his hard cock against his mate’s, he leaned in and licked his mate’s lips before forcing them open and thrusting his tongue inside. God, I will never get enough of my mate. Deepening his kiss, Dylon’s tongue sought the dominance he wanted over Cody. Finally succeeding, and needing more of his mate, Dylon lowered his hands, and grasping Cody’s ass, pulled his mate in tight to his groin. As his hips rotated and ground in a punishing fashion against his mate’s cock, he felt his mate’s body stiffen as Cody’s cock exploded, filling his jeans with cum.

  He swallowed Cody’s cries of completion, gasping as his mate’s fingers snuck under his t-shirt to caress his abs before moving to Dylon’s nipples. Once found, his mate ran his fingernail over the tiny buds, sending shocks of desire and need through his body. Dylon’s balls retracted, he was on the verge but yet he didn’t come—until he felt his nipples being squeezed hard by Cody. That did it and his ejaculation spewed out, coating his jeans inside as his mate’s had. Tilting his head, he howled.

  Chapter 10

  Resting his forehead against Cody’s, Dylon breathed in the scent of their cum, loving it and wanting more. His arms encircled Cody’s waist seeking bare skin. Lifting the t-shirt over his mate’s head, Dylon was closer to having what he craved. His eyes gazed down at Cody’s bare chest, roaming over the beautiful muscles and the defined abs. He licked his lips, wanting to tongue every indent and rise he could find on his mate’s body. Undoing Cody’s jeans, he pulled them down over his already hardening cock. Letting them fall, he grabbed the object of his desire, saying, “Step out of them, ma moité.”

  After Cody complied, Dylon led him to the bathroom where he stripped off his own cum-soaked clothes before leading his mate into the shower. As he turned on the water, he said, “You are not allowed to come, no matter what. If you do, I will spank you before I claim you. Do you understand?”

  Cody nodded and murmured “yes”. Just the thought of a spanking was enough to bring him to the edge of coming again. He had no idea what his mate was going to do to him but whatever it was, his control would be tested. Cody was pushed against the glass as Dylon knelt in front of him. He felt his mate’s hand encircle his nut sack and pull it down, enough to cause the pain his body craved. Then his cock was kissed by his mate’s lips before it was swallowed down to the root. Cody cried out, the pain and pleasure nearly forcing an orgasm. Over and over, his mate teased his cock until Cody was now standing on his toes, frustrated at the order he had been given. Cries and whimpers poured forth, getting louder the longer Dylon edged him.

  Wanting and needing some release, he begged his mate to finally reward him for being so good. Yet Dylon persisted. Cody was nearly incoherent, unable to even beg anymore when he felt his cock tip enter his mate’s throat and stay there. Then it happened. Dylon’s throat muscles squeezed and Cody could hold back no longer. Roaring, his cock erupted and filled his mate with cream. Cody felt his ball sack released as Dylon pulled back from his cock, licking it clean as he retreated. Finally, Cody’s legs collapsed at the sheer enormity of feelings racing through his body.

  Dylon grabbed his mate’s waist to support him as Cody descended from his pleasure high. Caressing and crooning to his lover, Dylon held him against him, waiting until his mate joined him once again. When he felt Cody’s cock harden again, he knew it was time. He sensed his mate was excited at the prospect of his ass being spanked. Turning off the water, he led Cody out of the shower by his cock. After drying both of them off, he pulled his mate into the bedroom.

  Dylon faced Cody and ordered, “Assume the position.” He watched as Cody knelt, sitting on his heels, back straight, hands palm-up on his thighs, and head bowed. He knew it was the position Cody was most comfortable with since he’d gained his foresight ability. As his mate held the perfect position, Dylon could see the tension flow out of Cody’s body, his breathing slowed and his cock grew harder. Oh yes, my mate is eager to be punished for disobeying me. “Do you know what I’m going to do next?”

  “Yes.”

  “That will not do,” said Dylon sternly. “From now on you will say ‘sir’ when responding to my questions. Is that understood?”

  “Yes, sir,” Cody replied.

  Dylon continued, “Why do I have to do what I’m going to do next?”

  “Because I disobeyed you, sir.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I came after you told me I couldn’t, sir.”

  “Do you deserve to be punished?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “What else do you have to say?”

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  Dylon sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his thighs and patting his lap. “Come here.”

  Cody rose fluidly and draped himself over his mate’s lap. His body was tingling all over, eager to feel the pain a spanking would bring.

  Dylon arranged his mate’s cock between his thighs and then began to rub the perfect cheeks, quivering in anticipation. Slowly, he massaged them, giving an occasional squeeze before resuming his stroking, wanting to build Cody’s eagerness for his punishment. Suddenly, he raised a hand and it
fell sharply on his mate’s ass, leaving a red hand print. Dylon heard a grunt, feeling Cody’s body relax, as his hands resumed caressing the plump globes. Then, another smack, this time on the other cheek, followed by more rubbing. Another grunt echoed in the room as before.

  Dylon’s slaps sped up, becoming harder, turning the grunts into cries as Cody’s body rocked in rhythm to them. First one cheek, then the other until there was a constant stream of slaps hitting Cody’s ass, turning it to a bright red fire. He felt his mate’s cock as it jostled against his thighs and heard the pleas to stop, the promises to be good, the swearing to obey tumbling from his mate’s mouth, yet he continued. His mate wanted this, maybe even more than the bite—Cody needed to be owned in a way very few wolves would accept. Finally, Dylon said, “You have my permission to come. In fact, I will not stop until you do.”

  Cody heard his mate and keened at the order. He was rocking into every slap, feeling the pain as his cock felt the pleasure of rubbing against his mate’s heavily muscled thighs. The sensations of pain and pleasure in his body were at war, neither willing to surrender to the other. Cody continued pleading for release, needing the extra help his mate could give him. His cries grew louder, the slaps grew harder and then it happened, his mate finally closed his legs, providing the tightness his cock needed to release its seed and finally claimed its reward—cum sprayed over the floor beneath him.

  Cody was crying, his tears falling to the floor, mingling with his cum. The passion, the level of pain, and the fulfillment of his need all came together to bring him to the edge of his world. Now his sore, hot cheeks were being caressed so tenderly, he found it hard to believe those hands were the same that wreaked havoc on his ass just a moment ago. Slumping, his body having nothing more to give, Cody fell into a dreamy state, while his mate cared for him.

  Dylon gathered his mate in his arms and stood before turning and placing Cody in their bed. Getting a washcloth, he lovingly cleaned his mate. Tossing the washcloth toward the bathroom, he climbed in next to him and held him tightly to his chest. Dylon’s cheek rested on Cody’s hair, while he listened to the tiny sounds of contentment escape from his mate’s mouth. Dylon smiled. When he found out his mate had foresight, he knew what he had to do in their claiming. And it seemed he got it right. Drifting off to sleep with his mate, he dreamt of what was to come.

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  His eyes fluttered open before closing again. He was in heaven, he just knew it. Never before had anyone given him what his body and mind craved. But his mate had done it. He had longed for it ever since his visions became filled with unhappiness. How did my mate know what I needed? I never told anyone. But without a word from him, Dylon reached into Cody’s soul, found the truth of his need and gave it to him. The proof? His red-hot cheeks he would feel every time he sat or was touched there. Cody smiled, knowing he carried his owner’s mark—the mark which made him safe and secure. Something Cody had been missing in his life since the massacre.

  Dylon sensed his mate was awake, but he was giving Cody time to process everything that occurred so far. More was to come, but he wanted to move carefully as he took his mate down into submission. Thank goodness, the Shaman had taught him how to do it. Dylon felt Cody lightly grind against his cock and he could feel how warm his mate’s cheeks still were. Good. That would help to ground his mate by giving him a point to focus on. “How are you feeling, my pet?” Dylon asked.

  “Better than I have in a long time,” Cody replied.

  “Ready to submit to me fully?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Were those the correct ways to respond to my questions?”

  Cody bowed his head. “No sir, I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Thank you, my pet. Should we try this again? Are you ready to submit to me fully?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Better. Here’s my first rule. In our bedroom, the only time you are allowed to speak is when I give you permission or anytime I ask you a question, then you are to reply in an appropriate manner. Do you understand what I want?”

  “I think so, sir.”

  “Let me explain so you understand perfectly. When I ask you a question, you are to answer it to the best of your ability. If you are unsure, you say so. If you don’t understand the question, you say so. It you don’t know the answer, you say so. Have I made myself clear?”

  “I-I-I...I understand sir.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Okay, I accept your answer. From this point on, if you fail to obey this rule, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Are you ready to submit to me fully?”

  Cody hesitated before answering. He knew what Dylon was asking and was very sure of what would happen to him in the future if he refused. “Yes, sir. I am ready to submit to you fully, sir.”

  “Good, my pet. Now, assume the position until I’m ready for you.”

  Cody slipped from their bed and folded himself into his position at the foot of the bed. There, he waited, nervous but eager to have his claiming continue. This is what his mind and body craved and needed to offset his terrible visions. As he knelt, he could feel all his negative emotions drain as in its place peacefulness entered his soul and an intensity of love in his heart for his mate. And in that moment, he discovered his trust in Dylon that was necessary for their future.

  Dylon waited, letting Cody slip into a submissive state in his mind. When he heard his mate’s slow steady breathing, he rose from the bed and headed for the closet. There, in his bag, he found what he was looking for. Thank the gods, those Silver Point assholes hadn’t kept anything important. He had carried these items ever since the Shaman had given them to him. Walking back to the bed, he laid out his tools and got to work. Eyeballing the length needed he cut four long pieces of the Japanese Shibari rope. Then he tied one to each of the four posts of the bed. Removing the covers until only the bottom sheet remained, he set the lube on the sheet within easy distance of his hand.

  Lifting up one of the remaining items on the bed—a blindfold—Dylon walked over to Cody and stood behind him. Without saying a word, he put the blindfold on his mate and then finally spoke. “From this point on, you will no longer see until I decide you can. Now listen carefully to my instructions because I will not repeat them. When I touch your shoulder, I want you to get up, step forward until you feel the bed, and then bend over so your head and chest are resting on the bed.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Dylon smiled. He hadn’t given Cody permission to speak, but he would take care of that misstep later. Stepping back, he briefly touched his mate and watched in awe as Cody rose gracefully, shuffled forward and after feeling the bed with his thighs, fell forward in the exact position ordered. Dylon waited, letting the anticipation build in his mate. Then moving forward, he laid his hands on Cody’s still-very-red cheeks. Caressing them, he heard a low moan escape from his mate. Good, he is beginning to feel my control.

  Next, he grabbed the lube and coated his fingers and the object in his hand. Parting those warm globes, he pushed his finger into the puckered hole greeting him. Slowly, he pushed in, making sure his mate was fully lubed and loose as he continued. Finally, when his finger could slide with ease, he added another. After working them back and forth, he deemed his mate ready. Then taking the object and resting it against his mate’s hole, Dylon said, “Take a deep breath and squeeze your ass. Hold.”

  Cody followed his instructions and was ready for whatever might happen. As soon as the muscles around Cody’s his puckered opening relaxed, Dylon pushed a butt plug into Cody’s his ass, wiggling it back and forth while his mate grunted. Finally, it slid home, fully buried. It was only a small training plug, but soon his mate would be introduced to larger ones. This was another important step for Cody because in the future he’d be wearing a butt plug regularly—anytime Dylon felt his mate needed to focus on something other than his visions.

  Dylon sta
red at the sparkling scarlet jewel at the end of the butt plug, now marking Cody’s hole, and felt his cock harden at the sight. He knew how it would feel when his mate walked or sat. It would be a constant reminder of Dylon’s ownership. Giving his mate’s red cheeks a few swats, he pulled Cody upright. “Next, you are to crawl to the center of the bed and lie on your stomach.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Dylon smiled again. Two infractions, perfect. Looking at Cody following his instructions, he was able to get glimpses of the butt plug. He knew his mate was trying to understand the feelings the plug was evoking as it jiggled and rubbed against Cody’s prostate, causing shooting shivers of intense pleasure throughout him. Finally, Cody was in position.

  Dylon deftly tied the pieces of Shibari rope hanging from the bedposts to his mate’s wrists and ankles, spread-eagling him on the bed before reaching for the remaining item lying on the bed.

  Picking it up, he ran its soft leather strips up Cody’s legs and over his ass before caressing his back with it. Planting his feet firmly on the floor, Dylon stood tall, raising the flogger. And stopped.

  Chapter 11

  “I need a word you can say if you want me to stop,” Dylon ordered Cody.

  “Uhmm, possum.”

  “Possum, what.”

  “Possum, sir.”

  “Possum it is.”

  Dylon bunched the flogger tails into his other hand, holding still and waiting. He could see his mate flexing and unflexing his muscles, eager for him to start, but his mate had to learn he wasn’t in charge. So, Dylon waited. Finally, Cody’s body stilled, signaling it was time. Dylon let his arm fall gently as he released the tails. The flogger kissed his mate’s back. Dylon repeated the action, this time with more force. He kept it up, increasing the intensity until Cody’s skin turned a deep pink. Then he moved and started over again in a new spot.

  As the tempo and time of the flogging increased, Cody felt his body releasing adrenalin and endorphins, creating a state of euphoria, helping erase all his visions. Years ago, Dylon’s Shaman had told him what he needed to do when he found his Fated Mate or else the claiming would not take. Dylon began to see the difference in his mate as Cody began to enter his sub-space. Once there, he would float for some time, free of all his terrible visions, allowing Dylon to give him aftercare so the bonding could begin.