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by Megs Pritchard


  Niles moaned, as Tank's tongue traced a line down his back. He heard a crinkling sound as Tank kissed his back and then he felt two wet fingers brush his hole. He wanted it desperately, wanted to feel his mate take him and own his body. He groaned loudly when the tip of the finger pushed in. "I can take more," he mumbled.

  The finger pushed all the way in, moving rapidly in and out of his hole, and within seconds, a second finger pushed in. Niles hissed against the burn but didn't tell Tank to stop. He wanted this. No, he needed this. He needed to feel his mate inside his body, needed to be Tank’s.

  Suddenly, those two fingers disappeared, and Niles was left empty, bereft, needing his mate to complete him.

  He felt the head of Tank's dick brush across his sensitive hole and he bit his lip when Tank pushed in, groaning against the burn. Tank was wider than the two fingers he'd used and it had been a while for Niles. His last time had been before he'd met his mate. Once he'd met Tank, there’d been no one else for him.

  Tank pushed until he was fully in, and then paused, his hands gripping Niles' hips. Niles shuddered, stretched wide open and panting harshly, sweat breaking out over his skin.

  Then Tank began to move, in and out, hard and fast, so all Niles could do was hang on as Tank pounded his ass. He rode the waves of ecstasy that rushed through his body, leaving him a mere puddle of desire desperate to feel everything his mate was giving him. Tank’s hand slid up the damp skin of Niles' back and latched onto the back of his neck, holding him down as he continued to thrust into him. He grunted with every pounding thrust and Niles let go, letting Tank own him completely. There was only one thing he wanted, one thing he needed desperately.

  "Please, let me see you," Niles begged.

  His hands scrambled across the slippery surface, trying to hold on to something, anything, waiting for Tank to respond. Tank’s hands moved from his hip and neck, and he suddenly pulled out and spun Niles around.

  Niles leaned back against the counter, lifting his legs and wrapping them around Tank's waist. Tank gripped his dick, and after a couple of fumbled attempts, he pushed it back into Niles' ass.

  Niles cried out, his hands gripping the front of Tank’s T-shirt. "Targon," he groaned. Tank pulled him close, bringing their mouths together, and Niles opened willingly to Tank’s seeking tongue.

  Tank was everywhere. He was every breath he took, every move he made. He was surrounded by him and Niles let go of all reason and simply felt. Tank had complete control over him and Niles revelled in every second.

  The kissing paused, and as Niles opened his eyes staring up at Tank, he saw the second he realized what he was doing.

  Pulling him closer, he whispered, "Don't. Just go with it."

  He brought Tank’s mouth back to his, and licked across his lips, then pushed his tongue in between them. Tank was slow to react at first but quickly caught up, groaning as he kissed him passionately, all wet and wild. Tank's hands touched everywhere, sliding across his skin, pulling on his flesh, gripping him tight, and Niles loved it. He was moaning constantly, his fingers flexing in Tank’s T-shirt and he tried to pull him closer, needing more.

  His balls tightened, pulling up, and the telltale tingle started. Niles broke the kiss and lunged forward, biting Tank in the neck, his teeth sliding through the flesh and sinking in deep. Tank's blood flowed across his tongue, and Niles moaned, his body shaking as his orgasm spiraled through him.

  Tanks stuttered then cried out and Niles could feel him coming, his dick twitching in his ass.

  Suddenly, the bond snapped into place, overwhelming Niles with Tank’s emotions. They crashed over Niles, and he felt everything Tank did. Tank in the throes of his orgasm, the satisfaction and pleasure it brought him, and then chasing behind those emotions, came shock and fear.

  Niles sealed the bite and dropped his head back against the wall behind the counter, watching the emotions rush over Tank’s face.

  "Targon..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.

  "Shit." Tank let go of Niles, bringing his hands up to his face and covering it with them.

  "It's okay."

  Tank suddenly dropped his hands and stared open-mouthed at Niles. "No, it isn’t okay."

  Tank pulled away causing Niles to wince as his dick left his ass and he watched Tank straighten his clothing, pushing his dick back in his jeans and fastening them up.

  "Targon, let's talk about this."

  Tank was rapidly shaking his head, the fear etched on his face. "No! Fuck, no."

  "We're mates, Targon." Niles spoke as he pulled his pants up. "I couldn't stop—"

  "Stop fucking talking!" Tank tugged at his hair. "Shit, I need to think. I can't do this right now."

  "Let me help, please. Let's talk about this."

  Tank started pacing the kitchen floor, his hands tugging at the strands of hair, and Niles moved forward, reaching towards Tank to try to calm him down.

  Tank suddenly stopped pacing and glared at him. "Why did you bite me?"

  Niles gaped at him. "Seriously? You're my mate! I've been waiting months for you. And you came to me, remember?"

  Tank paled, swallowing hard. "I've gotta go," he muttered, and without a backward glance, left the kitchen.

  "Targon, wait," Niles shouted.

  Tank continued to walk away, Niles following him, calling his name. When Niles reached the front door, he had enough time to see Tank jump into his truck and drive off, leaving him standing there, alone. Niles waited until the taillights disappeared before slowly stepping back into his house and closing the door behind him.

  At the kitchen table, Niles collapsed into a chair, his forehead resting on the table. “Shit.”

  Chapter Four

  "Fuck!"

  What had he done? What the fuck had he done? He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to be mated to anyone, let alone a man. He didn't know what to think. Thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind and Tank was chasing them, lost and confused, scared shitless. He didn't know what to do, he’d simply panicked once sanity had returned and just freaked the fuck out and ran.

  There were so many emotions rushing through his body that Tank struggled to recognize one before it was quickly replaced by another. Exhilaration, fear, panic, worry, wonder, loneliness, pain. He knew some were his emotions and others were Niles’. He couldn't turn it off, he wanted to stop feeling him, and in that moment, he’d give anything to cut the bond between them and just breathe.

  He pulled over without indicating, causing the car behind to beep its horn and the driver to flip him off as he drove past. He put it into park, his head dropping onto the steering wheel, and tried to break the unfamiliar emotions swamping him.

  Despair, pain, anger... Love. Tank sat up abruptly and stared out of the windshield, not seeing anything. Love. Niles loved him. He bit his fist, shaking his head, groaning deeply. Aw, shit. Niles loved him. What was he going to do now? He couldn't hurt Niles, but he couldn't be with him either. His family... Shit, his family could never find out.

  He needed to talk to someone, someone who could help him. Someone who had experience.

  He grabbed his cell, the phone shaking in his hand, and it took several fumbled attempts before he could unlock it and dial the number he wanted.

  "Tank, man," Chester said when he answered.

  "I need help," Tank muttered brokenly.

  "What's wrong?" Chester demanded.

  "Oh, shit, man. I've mated with Niles."

  A soft chuckle greeted his comment. "Congrats, Tank. I knew—”

  "No!" Tank shouted out. "This isn't time for congratulations. What the fuck am I going to do now?"

  "Not again," Chester muttered. In a louder voice, he added, "Tank, listen to me, it’s time to man the fuck up. You're mated, there is nothing you can do to change that. Just think of the benefits—you'll live longer, be stronger and move faster. Remember Jared and Miguel jumping from the plane? You can do that now. You have a connection to someone who will never leave you. An
d, more importantly, never cheat on you."

  Tank breathed raggedly, emotions—were they Niles’s—flowing over him. "I don't care! I don't want this. I can't stop feeling him. Make it stop!"

  Chester sighed. "You're mated. It won't stop."

  Tank hung up and contemplated throwing his cell but decided to call Ale.

  As soon as he answered, Tank shouted, "How did you do it?"

  "Tank? What's wrong?"

  "The mating! How do you make it stop, how did you stay away from him?"

  "Tank. What are you talking about?"

  "Me and Niles. How do I stop our mating?"

  "You don't have sex and then let him bite you?" Ale spoke like he was talking to a child, not an adult.

  Tank thumped the steering wheel, screaming, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

  "Oh, I see. Well, then congratulations, Tank, and there is no way to break the mating, sorry. I searched everywhere and there's nothing."

  "Nothing!" Tank screeched. "There has to be something. I'm not gay. I can’t have a male mate."

  Ale sighed. "Hate to point out the obvious, but if you've mated, you had sex with a man."

  "I'm. Not. Gay," Tank screamed down the cell. "I like women, tits and pussy."

  Sighing again, Ale said, "Thanks for the visual. You've had sex with Niles and you've mated. Did you get off?" Tank snapped his mouth shut. Yeah, he got off. "So, you came. You enjoyed it. What's the problem here, Tank? Is it because Niles has a dick? You obviously had no problem with said dick when you were having sex with him."

  "I didn't touch him. I'm not gay."

  "Dick and ass. Two men. Where do you possibly see straight here, Tank?" Ale sighed yet again. "Okay, so you're bisexual. I still don't see a problem with this."

  "I'm straight! I love pussy. Pussy, Ale."

  "Okay, I'm going. Lie to yourself all you want, Tank, but don't lie to me."

  "Fuck, no, wait. I don't know what I'm saying."

  "You're in shock, Tank. You've done something you never thought you would. How did it happen?"

  Tank growled, remembering what happened. "There was a doctor at Niles' and he was kissing him. He's mine, Ale. Mine. He shouldn't have been kissing what's mine."

  "Not territorial at all," Ale mused. "Nothing screams mate more than that. Look, it's done, you can't change it. I should know because I looked for a long time to break mine and Troy's. Don't screw up like I did. It will cause you both nothing but pain and misery. If you accept it, and work on it, you'll be happier than you have ever been. Trust me on that, Tank. Yes, I screwed up the beginning of my mating with Troy, but now, I wouldn't change a thing."

  Wiping a hand over his face, Tank muttered, "Shit, Ale. I'm sorry."

  "Nah, it's okay now. Just talk to him. He's gonna be feeling everything you are unless you shut the connection off."

  "Okay. Okay."

  "Now would be good, Tank."

  Nodding, Tank said, “I'll do it now, and thanks, Ale."

  "I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. Niles doesn't deserve that. No one does."

  Tank rolled his eyes. "Okay, Ale. I'll do it now."

  "Right, speak to you later."

  Tank ended the call and threw his cell on the seat next to him then stared out of the windshield. His stomach rolled and churned dangerously, the bile inching up his throat, and he coughed several times, blinking rapidly trying to clear it.

  He gripped the steering wheel in his hands. A cold sweat broke out over his skin, and his heart began to beat rapidly in his chest, the blood pumping through his veins. He panted, squeezing his eyes shut, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He didn't want this mating. He didn't want to be tied to a man. He couldn't be tied to a man. He had nothing against Niles, he was a really great guy, but a male mate was not something he was looking for.

  He should have known something would happen though. He could feel the bond between them, feel the connection that strummed between them. He'd ignored it for as long as he could, trying to get on with his life and move on. He should never have approached Niles in the parking lot at the hospital that night. He should never have agreed to have a meal with him. He should have simply avoided Niles at all costs and moved on with his life.

  He was sure Niles would have eventually taken the hint and would have found someone else who could make him happy.

  Now, there were tied together, forever, and Tank was terrified.

  The repercussions if his family found out... Tank didn't want to think about it. He could already see his parents’ reactions in his mind. The fallout that would occur if they were to find out that not only was Tank with the man, but that man was a vampire. Oh, and one with darker skin than him. Yeah, his parents hated everyone who didn't look like them.

  They would disown him. Tank knew with absolute certainty that his family would have nothing more to do with him were they to find out what had happened. He needed to keep quiet, tell as few people as possible. They were his family, had raised him since the day he was born, had done so much for him, sacrificed so much that he could follow his dreams.

  What was he going to do? He knew Niles wouldn't want to keep it a secret. Why would he? He’d found his mate and even Tank knew how rare that was. No, Niles would want to tell everyone, and Tank needed Niles to understand that even though they were mated, that was it. He needed to talk to his mate and lay it all out, plain and simple.

  Niles.

  Targon.

  Can we talk? Tank winced, rubbing his head as the pain began.

  Come back. The food's still here. We can eat and talk.

  Okay. Ten minutes.

  Tank ended the connection and slumped back in his seat, his head pounding. Literally a few seconds of telepathic communication and his head felt like it was about to explode. It took several minutes before he felt like he could open his eyes and a couple more before he was able to start the car, put it into drive, and head towards Niles’ home.

  The entire time he was on the road he was double guessing himself. Had he made the right decision to go to Niles? Should he be doing this after everything that had just happened? Did he need time to adjust to the consequences of his actions?

  By the time he had reached Niles, he still had no answers. He pulled to a stop and parked his truck. He sat staring at Niles who was stood at the front door, and with one last deep breath, he opened the door and stepped out.

  He walked to his mate and stood in front of him. What the fuck was he going to do now?

  Chapter Five

  "Hungry?" Niles asked, watching Tank as he fidgeted in front of him.

  "Not really," Tank muttered, shrugging his shoulders.

  Nodding, Niles walked back into the house and said over his shoulder, "Come in then."

  He walked into the kitchen and over to the refrigerator, pulling it open and removing two bottles. Slamming the door shut, he quickly twisted off the caps, throwing them on the counter. He handed one over to Tank, who took it, and Niles watched as Tank drank half the bottle immediately.

  Tank wouldn't meet his eyes, and Niles sighed. Closing his eyes, he reached out tentatively through their bond trying to get a read on Tank's emotional state. Confusion, fear, arousal and anger. A tumult of emotions running through Tank. Each lasting a number of seconds before another emotion replaced it.

  Opening his eyes, Niles took in his mate. Tall and broad, with narrow hips and long legs. Deep brown eyes and spiky blond hair, he ticked all of Niles' boxes. This was how it should be because his mate should be the perfect complement. His white skin was a beautiful contrast to his own darker skin and Niles wanted to run his hands all over it, touching and tasting.

  Just looking at his mate had Niles hard and wanting. Arousal thrummed through him and he wanted nothing more than to walk over to Tank and throw him down on the table and take what was his.

  "I can feel you. I can feel what you want."

  Niles winced, closing the connection at his end and cutting off all his emotions. "Sorry.
You're my mate, so of course I want you." He sighed, staring at the floor. "I'll try to stop you feeling it."

  "I will stop... shit." Niles watched Tank pull at his hair and realized that it was something he did when he was struggling to deal with a situation. A nervous action.

  "I'm sorry. I should have had more control. You don't need to feel me on top of everything else you're going through right now."

  "No, if anyone's at fault, it's me. I shouldn't have gone possessive and jumped you. When I saw him... How long?" Tank eyes finally met his. "How long has it been going on for?"

  Niles' mouth fell open. Seriously? He thought he was having a relationship with Max? He shook his head. "What?"

  "You and him. How long have you two been fucking?"

  Niles' eyebrows shot up. Tank really thought he'd been having sex with Max. "We haven't. I have a mate. Why would I cheat on my mate and ruin what we could have?"

  Tank rolled his eyes. "Please. I wasn't even interested. There's nothing to stop you two fucking."

  "And I repeat myself here. I have a mate. I wouldn't jeopardize that for anyone."

  Tank stared at him briefly, then shrugged, and looked away. "Whatever. It doesn’t matter to me, I’m not that interested."

  "Yeah, I can feel how uninterested you are. That's why I can't sit down right now," Niles countered, staring at Tank.

  Tank winced, tugging on his hair again. "Shit. I'm —”

  "No, you don't get to apologize. You wanted me because you couldn't stand the thought of someone else having me. You can deny our connection all you want, you feel it and you're affected by it, just like I am. We wouldn't be mates if there was no chance of us having a relationship. Lie to yourself all you want, but don't lie to me. I won't stand here and accept it. You want me, just as much as I want you. The only difference between us is I'm not afraid to admit it."

 

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