by Storm Cree
“Holy fucking hell, mate! Oh, yes! Damn, that’s so fucking good!”
Nick pulled off Jagger’s shaft long enough to ask for lube, then returned to giving his mate a blow job he would never forget. A soft thud sounded next to his head and without stopping his attention to his mate’s cock, Nick turned slightly and saw the tube. He snatched it up and blindly poured some on his fingers, then drizzled a little down Jagger’s crack. He tossed the bottle aside and slid a slick finger between Jagger’s cheeks, slicking the seam, then pressed a finger against his hole.
He continued to suck his mate as he added more fingers, stretching Jagger open to accept his large cock, as he listened to Jagger’s cries of passion and felt his body moving against the bed. Nick couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside his mate and see the sexy man with his own eyes as he took pleasure from what Nick did to him. And he would give his mate only pleasure.
Nick felt Jagger’s sac pull up tight against his body and knew his mate was on the edge, but he didn’t want the man coming now. He wanted his mate to come around him, squeezing his cock tight as he was balls deep inside him. Nick released the suction and slid off Jagger’s shaft, as he pulled his fingers from within him. Jagger whimpered from the loss, but Nick quickly got into position between Jagger’s spread thighs and grabbed the base of his cock. He placed the tip against Jagger’s hot hole and pushed forward, thrusting just enough for the tip to breach the outer ring, and causing his mate to cry out again.
He closed his eyes against the pure bliss he felt at having his mate wrapped around him, and Nick wasn’t sure he would make it completely inside his mate. Only the head was buried within him and the pleasure was so great that he was already about to explode.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly released it and pressed forward, sinking deeper. The feel of Jagger’s body stretching around him, opening just for him, was euphoric and Nick didn’t stop until his balls tapped Jagger’s ass and he was fully seated inside his mate.
Nick’s bear rolled over onto his back, exposing his belly, as he growled low, telling Nick of his own pleasure from what Nick was doing. “Move, mate. Take me now,” Jagger begged.
Who was he to deny his mate? Especially when he begged so nicely. Nick grasped Jagger legs and threw them over his shoulders, then grabbed his mate's hips and began a steady pace, thrusting in and out. Nick watched in fascination as his mate twisted and writhed against the bed below him. His fingers clutching at the comforter, and his knuckles turning white. Nick thrust in harder and Jagger arched up off the bed, head pressing back into the pillow, eyes closed, and mouth open as a sexy keening sound escaped his lips.
He wanted to hear that sound again and keep his mate looking exactly as he looked right now. The man was stunning lost in the throes of passion. Nick could watch this vision forever and never get tired of it. Two gleaming white fangs dropped from Jagger’s gums, the tips pushing past his lips and Nick immediately knew what his mate was. A vampire. He had no problem with whoever fate had granted him as a mate, for he knew mates were a great gift, and made perfect for one another. And his bear was in complete agreement. He growled low, demanding Nick claim what was theirs.
He slid Jagger’s legs from his shoulders and lay above him, placing his arms on either side of Jagger’s head, holding most of his hulking form off his mate, their faces only an inch apart. “Look at me, mate,” Nick growled through clenched teeth as his hips continued a steady rhythm.
Jagger opened his eyes and their gazes met. Jagger’s eyes were glazed over and Nick’s heart filled with pride knowing he put that look on his mate’s face. But he also saw the raw need and desire within his mate’s beautiful deep blue orbs. “I want you, mate. I want to claim you and make you mine forever. Is that what you want, too?” Nick asked, then held his breath, nervous his mate would reject him.
“Yes. You are my mate and we were made to be joined. Claim me, my big, strong bear,” Jagger panted, then turned his head to the side and lifted his chin, exposing his throat in submission. Nick’s bear went crazy with need, and Nick struck, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh where shoulder met neck, then closed his eyes and moaned in bliss as Jagger’s delicious blood bathed his tongue. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before. Ambrosia came to mind, but even that word paled as the definition of the taste of his mate. He couldn’t think of anything that would describe this feeling of pure bliss, or the taste of his mate. His bear stood on hind legs and roared out his pleasure, the sound echoing through his mind and multiplying his desire.
Nick’s hips began to snap at a punishing pace as he took his mate harder and faster, while still drawing his life-giving essence. A foggy thought was niggling the back of his mind, but he was so enraptured in the moment, that he couldn’t comprehend what it was telling him. His mate’s blood was like liquid Viagra, a jolt of lightning, and everything delicious in the world all wrapped in one package, and he was the lucky bastard that got to experience it.
Then he heard a small whimper from his mate, but this one was not from pleasure. Nick could hear and feel the distress coming from his mate, and shook the fog from his brain.
“You’ve taken too much, mate. Please stop,” Jagger whispered his plea, and Nick immediately released his neck, pulling back and licking across his mating mark.
“I’m so sorry, mate. You just tasted better than anything I have ever had before,” Nick said, his voice filled with guilt.
Jagger opened his eyes and met Nick’s gaze, giving him a lazy smile as he reached up with one hand and cupped Nick’s cheek. “It’s...okay...mate. I just...need...some...too,” Jagger panted breathlessly.
Nick immediately turned his head and leaned down until his throat brushed Jagger’s lips. Then he felt the small bite of pain turn into pleasure as his mate drew from him. Nick was again elated, knowing that he was giving his mate what he needed.
The pull at his vein felt like it was directly linked to his cock, and with each pull from Jagger’s lips, Nick’s cock throbbed and begged for release. His balls pulled up tight against his body and Nick quickened his pace. He was fucking his mate so hard, they were moving up the bed. Nick wouldn’t be surprised if they crashed right through the glass wall above their heads. He held onto Jagger tighter to stop them from sliding, as he thrust more fiercely. His orgasm was racing toward completion and Nick just knew that this time would be so much more than he had ever had before. He felt the bond with Jagger click into place and suddenly he could feel his mate inside him. He knew Jagger was right on the edge.
Jagger pulled back from his flesh and licked across his mark, then clutched Nick’s shoulders tight as he cried out his pleasure, and his release hit between them, pooling against their stomachs. The scent of his mate’s release was the last thing he needed to send Nick over into the abyss of pleasure with his mate. He thrust once more and came so hard that stars appeared behind his closed lids and his head spun. Nick’s whole body locked up and went rigid as he cried out Jagger’s name, then rode out the wave of ecstasy.
He dropped down on top of Jagger and they both lay there panting heavily, trying to catch their breath, and slow their beating hearts. After a minute, Nick was afraid that he was too heavy for his mate. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and rolled until he was on his back and Jagger was cuddled up against his side with his head resting on Nick’s solid chest.
His eyelids suddenly felt heavy and Nick tried to fight against the sleep that was threatening to claim him but it was useless. He heard a soft snore from the man in his arms, and it brought Nick a sense of peace, knowing that he had not only worn his mate out, as Jagger had done to him, but that his mate was comfortable enough with him to sleep. Nick kissed the top of Jagger’s head, then relaxed against the pillow and closed his eyes. He and his bear were just as comfortable with their vampire mate as well.
CHAPTER 2
In the distance, Jagger was aware of a chime going off, but he was so comfortable where he was that he couldn’t care le
ss. He burrowed closer to the warmth against him and released a contented sigh. The ringing came again and Jagger groaned in protest.
“It’s okay, baby. Go back to sleep, that’s my phone,” Nick’s sexy voice broke through his sleepy haze and Jagger smiled.
His mate. He had a mate now. The thought brought joy to his heart and a smile to his lips. Jagger loved everything his mate had done to him since they met and wanted nothing more than to do it all again, but maybe after he got a little more sleep. His mate had worn him out.
“Okay, Sut, I’m on my way,” Nick said, then Jagger felt a kiss to his head. “I’m sorry, baby, but I have to go. Duty calls. There’s a large fire in the warehouse district and we need all hands on deck.”
“Okay, but be careful and come back to me, mate,” Jagger responded in a sleepy voice.
“I promise, baby. Just get some sleep and I will see you tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” Jagger whispered.
Nick slid away from him and Jagger already missed his heat. He wanted his big bear to come back and sleep with him, but he knew he couldn’t. His mate was a hero. A firefighter who people depended on to save them.
After a few minutes of listening to clothes shuffling, Jagger felt Nick kiss his cheek, then walk across the room, the soles of his boots thumping against the hardwood floors, then he heard the elevator doors open and close. Jagger cuddled further into the spot that Nick had just vacated, soaking in his mate’s warmth and scent that still lingered there as sleep claimed him again.
* * * *
Nick drove up on the scene, noticing a raging fire getting out of control. His men were right behind him in the tanker, sirens screaming and horn blaring. Nick stepped out of his vehicle and saw another official car pull up just behind them, knowing it was the Battalion Chief. It had been many years since he had seen his old friend Wyndingo, and Nick was happy to know that the dragon would be here in Maddox to help get everything running.
“What do we have?” Wyndingo asked as he approached Nick.
“The police were able to get in touch with the owner, he’s on his way here. The warehouse has been empty for years. He’s been trying to find a buyer for it, or at least, the land. It used to be an old textile manufacturer, that went belly up. He says that when they closed, all the machinery had been left behind. Even though it hasn’t been in use, he thinks there may be some old supplies left inside. Including chemicals,” Nick replied as they assessed the situation.
“Does he know what types?” Wyndingo asked.
“No. He only owned the building, not the business. I called Rhys and asked him if he could get into public records and see if he can find a list of chemicals the company may have used.”
“Great thinking, Nick,” Wyndingo praised.
“Chief!” Logan yelled as he came running closer. “This thing is taking over. We were able to get a look in one of the back windows and fuck if the room back there isn’t full of barrels piled ceiling high. Shit like Leophen, Mercerol, and Prestozen. But the biggest worry is Acetic Acid, Oxalic Acid, Sodium Hypochlorite, Hydrogen Peroxide, Ciba Fluids, Sulphuric Acid, and Soda Ash. As well as a few others.”
“Shit. How close are the flames? We can’t afford the heat or water from our hoses to reach some of those,” Nick replied as he pulled the back door of his SUV open and grabbed his gear, then started dressing.
“Where are you going, Nick?” Wyndingo asked.
“I need to get in there and assess how much time we have. Even if just the heat gets to some of that shit, we’re in serious trouble.”
“And don’t forget what can happen if water comes in contact with the Acetic Acid,” Logan added.
“Okay, get in there and find out what you can. I’ll put a call through to Crystal and ask for assistance,” Wyndingo ordered, then turned, pulling his cell from his back pocket.
Once Nick was ready he took off at a quick run toward the back of the building, Logan on his heels. Nick stepped in through a side door on a loading dock. Looking right, he could make out the glow of the fire up front and could hear his and Wyndingo’s guys moving through, fighting the beast. He quickly turned left and headed for the rear of the building. Even though the fire was a good fifty yards behind him, he could still feel the heat at his back.
Nick rushed into the room and stopped short. Logan hadn’t been lying, this room was stacked high with barrels. Who in the hell stocked their chemical supplies like this? A cracking noise came from above him and Nick looked up, examining the beams above. Everything looked okay, but that sound…
“What’s up, Chief?” Logan asked.
“That sound. I don’t see anything, but that sound has my bear restless.”
“What sound?”
Just as Logan asked the question, Nick heard it again, but this time louder. He pointed up. “That sound.”
“I still didn’t hear anything, Chief,” Logan answered and looked around, studying the area.
“Shit, Onyx! Move, move, move! That wall is about to give way!” Nick heard his man, Ronin call out.
Nick spun around on his heels and looked back the way he had come, thinking they were right there, but when he looked, no one was in sight. “What the fuck?” Nick whispered.
“What’s going on, Chief!” Logan screamed so loud beside him, that Nick thought his eardrums would burst.
He reached up and covered his ears as his face pinched in pain. “What the fuck are you yelling for? Damn it, Logan.”
“I’m...not...yelling...Sir.” Nick could hear the confusion in the man’s voice.
Nick looked back toward the door when a loud metal twisting and cracking sound could be heard ringing through the warehouse. “Shit, it’s gonna give! Get everyone out!” Nick ordered through the com link in his helmet as he took off running. He exited the room and ran across the loading dock area and toward the fire. The flames were higher and hotter than they had been just a few minutes ago and Nick could just barely make out his guys retreating. He counted heads, but notice two were missing. Maybe they got out already?
“Roll call!” he yelled into the com.
“Here,” Gage’s voice came, then Logan’s, Onyx, and Wyn’s men, Brax, Neil, Dallas, and York.
“Sut! Ronin! Roll call!” Nick yelled again as his eyes searched the burning room before him. But he received no reply. “Damn it, Sutton! Roll call!” Still nothing. “Shit,” he hissed under his breath.
“It’s moving closer, Chief. We gotta get out of here!” Logan said from beside him.
“Go!” Nick ordered as he grabbed Logan's arm and thrust him toward the loading dock door. He took one last look back, his gut twisting with the thought of losing two of his boys. But if they didn’t get out of here now, he may lose them all. Nick shook his head as tears sprang to his eyes. As he turned to leave, motion in the corner to his left caught his eye.
Nick concentrated and looked harder through the smoke and flames. Then he caught the motion again. It was a hand, and it was reaching around from behind some heavy machinery. Nick looked closer and could see a small gap at the bottom, and through that he saw two bodies. “Fuck!” Without hesitation, Nick bolted into the room, dodging the flames and moving around tables and machines. Once he reached the area he was focused on, Nick ran around the machine and saw Ronin laid unmoving, with Sut laying next to him.
Sut had a grip on Ronin’s coat and was trying to pull him along the floor, dragging Ronin. Nick noticed Sutton’s leg was broken and he was struggling to get himself and his partner out of there. Nick bent to grab Ronin, but suddenly that loud creaking and pinging noise came again, deafening him. Suddenly Nick realized all the sounds around him seemed enhanced. He could hear the hissing of the fire a thousand times more than normal, and the crackle of the wood was immense. Sutton and Ronin’s heartbeats and labored breathing was so loud it was as if they were right in his eardrum.
A straining noise came from above him and Nick looked up, his eyes going wide when he saw the steel beam above him
glowing and bending down toward them. He knew he only had minutes, maybe seconds to get the hell out of there, but there was no way he was leaving his men behind. He sent up a silent prayer to the gods to watch over his mate when he was gone. Damn, was life unfair sometimes. He had waited many years to find his mate and the day after he found the sexy man, he would be ripped away from Jagger.
The pinging noise came again and all thoughts but getting them out of there fled his mind. Nick reached down and grabbed Ronin from Sut’s hands, throwing the unconscious man over his shoulder, then Nick leaned down and slid an arm under Sutton’s shoulder, wrapping it across his back and lifted Sutton as if he weighed nothing.
Nick turned and ran from the room, making his way back to the loading area, just as a loud crash pierced the air behind him. The pain in his ears caused Nick to clench his jaw as he continued to run. He jumped off the bay door, landing on his feet solidly from the three-foot jump. He adjusted the weight of his men and continued running. As he came around the side of the building Wyndingo and all the guy’s gazes fell on him. Shock and confusion crossed their faces, but they quickly recovered and ran toward him.