Chapter Nine
Garrick barely noticed the unrestrained fury the king had. He’d experienced it several times and knew it would take some time for the king to calm down. Usually after he’d hurt or killed someone for their incompetence.
He stood still waiting for his explosive anger to ebb. He’d been waiting some time already. The king was not happy over the virus Carter had released leading to the destruction of their data, and he wanted retribution.
“Find him!” he screamed as he stormed around the room. He picked up a chair and threw it against the wall, the chair smashing to pieces.
“Yes, your-”
He swirled around and pointed a finger at Belinda. “How could you let him get away with it? You were supposed to be keeping an eye on all the humans who work for us. How could you fail me?”
Belinda paled and flapped her mouth. “My King, it wasn’t my intention to fail you. None of us knew-”
The king slashed his hand through the air, stopping Belinda in her tracks. “I don’t need to hear your pitiful excuses. You. Failed. Me.”
Garrick watched from the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He knew in this kind of rage someone could get injured and that someone wouldn’t be him. Belinda and Lincoln could take their king’s anger.
No one could have foreseen what Carter had planned or the fact that Spencer was a mole. Spencer was from a councilman’s family. He should have been working with them, not against them. Why would he choose the pitiful humans over his own kind? Spencer had a seat to watch the humans destroy themselves and now he’d thrown it away. He would die, just like the humans would.
Garrick desperately wanted to find him and make him suffer. He hadn’t spilled enough blood for Garrick’s liking. He wanted to make Spencer scream. He wanted to make him suffer and when he found him, he was going to do just that.
Oh, he had plans for Spencer and that human, Carter. He’d never wanted humans to be involved, even those who agreed with their plans. How could they turn against their own kind? Backstabbing motherfuckers. That’s what they were, and Carter was on Garrick’s list along with Spencer. He’d find them both and make them suffer. Break their bones and feast on their screams... and blood.
“Enough!” The king’s shouting brought Garrick back into the room and he watched impassively as he strode towards Belinda, grabbed around her throat, and lifted her off the floor.
She choked, grabbing at his hands, clawing fruitlessly at them as his hand squeezed tight. She tried to speak, but all Garrick heard was croaks.
The king pulled her closer and muttered, “You will pay for your failure.”
His other hand joined the first and Garrick watched as he choked her until she stopped moving. He continued choking her until her body gave a last feeble gasp, and then there was nothing.
He threw her body to the side and spun around to face Garrick, storming over to stand in front of him, his face close to Garrick’s. “What about you, Commander Garrick?”
“Our systems are back on-line and we are scanning the data to find what’s missing. We had backup in place where we stored all our data and the virus was stopped before it was able to erase all those files.”
“But it did erase some of them.”
“We can’t say for sure.”
“You’ve had months since the virus was added. Why do you need more time?”
“The damage was more extensive than first believed. We brought everything back on-line but hadn’t completely erased the virus. It was in the background erasing data as we restored it. It took our IT department some time to figure out what was happening. They have been suitably punished for their failure to act more quickly.”
“I’m sure they have,” he whispered softly. Stepping back, he glanced disdainfully at Belinda’s body. He clicked his fingers and pointed at her. “Get rid of the trash. It makes the place look untidy.”
With a final glare at Garrick, he muttered, “Find them. Bring them to me.” He walked out of the room and Garrick followed at a slower pace.
He went to his private quarters, and once inside with the door closed, his shoulders dropped. He breathed deeply for a minute and straightened them, standing tall. Grabbing his cell, he called IT.
“Well?” he asked as soon as someone answered.
“There is definitely someone monitoring us. They’re good, but I’m better. Forty-eight hours and I’ll have their location.”
“See that you do, or you can have a meeting with our King.”
He heard the sharp intake of breath and smiled.
“Yes, Sir.”
He ended the call and growled, “I will have you.”
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Dean walked behind Wyatt, his eyes glued to Wyatt’s ass. His jeans hugged it just right and Dean licked his lips in anticipation. One day he would be able to touch, hold, bite and lick him. One day Wyatt would be his mate and he longed for that day to occur, but he knew Wyatt was nowhere near ready for it.
Dean knew he was attracted to him. He’d seen the red come and go in his eyes several times during the night, but just as quickly, he’d notice Wyatt turn away, his chest moving rapidly as he controlled his need.
What had surprised Dean was how his body pulsed with need every single time he caught a glimpse of Wyatt’s fangs. Usually around the same time Wyatt’s eyes glowed. He wanted to feel them sink into his neck, wanted to feel Wyatt drink his blood as their bodies moved together. He didn’t give a damn who fucked who, he just wanted to feel Wyatt’s body against his own.
He discreetly adjusted his raging hard on and continued to follow Wyatt over to his car. Dean recognized it as Jeremy’s and nodded in approval. He didn’t want his mate walking anywhere on his own. Considering what was going on around them, he didn’t want Wyatt to be at greater risk than he already was.
The vamps they’d rescued him from would be doing everything they could to locate his whereabouts and that was something Dean would never allow to happen. Wyatt was his to keep safe and Dean wouldn’t fail. He couldn’t. Even though they hadn’t spent a great deal of time together, he could feel the connection, the need to be with Wyatt, and he was struggling to deny that part of him, struggling to hold back, but tonight he was going to do something. Something he’d desperately wanted to do since he realized what was going on.
He was going to kiss his mate. Even if it was just a brush of their lips together, at least Dean will have touched him and given Wyatt something to think about when he left. He wanted to have Wyatt’s taste linger on his lips so when he licked them he would know that Wyatt had been here, had been in contact.
Something so simple but something Dean needed.
Wyatt stopped by Jeremy’s car, the keys moving constantly in his hands, a sign of how nervous he was. Dean couldn’t have that. His mate shouldn’t be nervous around him.
Dean reached out and held Wyatt’s hands in his and he saw Wyatt swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He kept his head down, his eyes lowered, and Dean reached out, gently tipping his chin and lifting his head up.
Wyatt’s eyes widened, and Dean watched the faint shimmer of red grow in them. Wyatt licked his lips and Dean was unable to stop himself from groaning. Wyatt gasped at the sound and Dean slowly leaned closer. When Wyatt didn’t pull away, he brushed his lips over Wyatt’s and pulled slightly back. He watched and waited.
Wyatt licked his lips again and Dean groaned again, moving in to take another kiss. Softly, he rubbed his lips across Wyatt’s, waiting for his reaction. Wyatt grabbed his hips, pulling him closer, and Dean grunted in surprise.
When he opened his mouth, Dean slipped his tongue in, and at the same time, let go off Wyatt’s hands so he could pull him in closer still.
His hands slid around Wyatt’s back and their bodies made contact. Dean tilted his head, deepening the kiss and growling when Wyatt’s tongue touched his. He tangled his around Wyatt’s, moaning when Wyatt sucked more of his tongue into his mouth.
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sp; Wyatt’s hands tightened on Dean’s hips and he thrust forward, bringing the dicks into contact. He gasped when he felt Wyatt’s. He could feel how hard he was, and he wanted to drop to his knees to lick and suck him and taste his mate on his tongue.
Their tongues continued to move together, and Dean moaned again, rubbing his dick against Wyatt’s and letting his hands slide up and down Wyatt’s back. His body felt like it was spiraling out of control and all they were doing was kissing. When he felt one of Wyatt’s fangs nick his lip, they both moaned.
Dean broke the kiss and stared down at Wyatt’s passion-flushed face. The lips swollen and wet, the hooded eyes.
“You taste good,” Wyatt murmured, his tongue licking his lips.
“Want another taste?” Dean asked, his voice husky with desire.
Wyatt nodded and leaned in and Dean closed the gap. Wyatt dominated the kiss, sucking Dean’s lip into his mouth and catching it with a fang. Dean jerked slightly then moaned when Wyatt licked at his lip, taking the small amount of blood.
Wyatt pulled back and Dean saw the smudge of his blood on his lip and leaned forward, licking it clean. Wyatt’s eyes grew wide before his lids lowered.
“I want more,” he muttered.
“Me too, but here isn’t the place.”
“I’m not ready to mate.”
Dean nodded. “I know. We don’t have to do that until you’re ready, but I want more too.”
“I never thought...” Wyatt’s eyes dropped to the floor, and Dean touched his chin with his fingers.
When Wyatt looked at him again, Dean said, “A lot had happened to you recently and finding your mate has added to it. I’m willing to wait, Wyatt, until you’re ready but I want...” Dean looked away. “I want you, however I can have you.” He looked back at Wyatt and gave him a small smile. “I don’t want to push but I need more, even if it’s just us spending more time together.”
“And doing this.”
“Yeah. I’ve been dying to kiss you all night.”
Wyatt nodded. “I’m free tomorrow night.”
“I can’t tomorrow. We’re meeting to go over the plans.”
“Shit, yeah, I forgot. I’ve been invited too but I don’t know.”
“When you’re ready. No one’s forcing you to do anything you’re not ready to. If it finishes early enough. I can come over and see you, or if not, perhaps we can meet up the day after?”
Wyatt nodded. “Can you text me when it’s over?”
“Course I can.” Dean looked at Wyatt, seeing the tiredness on his face. “Go home and get some sleep.”
Wyatt smiled and opened the car door, but before getting in, leaned over and kissed Dean. Dean stepped back when Wyatt started the engine and waved as he drove away.
When he was out of sight, Dean rushed to his car and made the journey home in about five minutes. As soon as he stepped in his house, he rushed upstairs and stripped off. Grabbing his dick, he bit his lip and jacked off. He needed to come, and he wanted to do it with Wyatt’s taste still on his tongue.
As his balls pulled up, he whispered, “Wyatt,” and grunted when ropes of come erupted. He jerked with each pulse of his body, his eyes squeezed shut, and when he finished, he staggered over to his bed and lay on his back, panting.
“Shit.”
He chuckled. If he came that much from kissing Wyatt, what the hell would he be like when they finally fucked?
Chapter Ten
It was two in the morning when the persistent knocking on his door finally woke him. Grunting, Dean threw back the covers and grabbed a pair of joggers. Staggering down the stairs, he put them on and he shouted, “I’m coming, and you’d better have a fucking good reason for waking me up!”
He stumbled into the door as he got tangled up in his joggers and hissed as he stubbed his toe. “Fuck.”
Growling, he swung the door open, about to rip the person apart, when the words died on his lips. He swallowed and shook his head. His eyes must be screwing with him. “Wyatt?”
“I hope this is good enough.”
Dean frowned. “What-”
Dean never finished what he was going to say. The words were silenced by Wyatt’s lips. He stood still not responding for a few seconds as his brain caught up with what was happening, then he growled, pulling Wyatt into the house, slamming the front door shut behind him. He spun Wyatt around, pushed him up against the wall and kissed him, letting all his hunger take over, putting his wants and needs into the kiss.
His tongue licked the seam of Wyatt’s lips and on a moan, Wyatt opened them, letting Dean’s tongue slip in. They both moaned when their tongues touched, sliding past each other. Dean’s tongue touched everywhere in Wyatt’s mouth, stamping his ownership. He couldn’t get enough of Wyatt’s taste, a taste he’d been aching to experience for days.
Wyatt was doing the same to him, his fingers digging into Dean’s back as his tongue demanded ownership of Dean’s mouth. Dean grunted again when Wyatt spun them around and slammed his back against the wall.
Dean tore his mouth away, gasping in shock and arousal. “Fuck, Wyatt.”
“We will,” Wyatt muttered harshly, his eyes blazing red.
Dean stared into those red eyes and inhaled sharply. He knew what Wyatt wanted, and he wanted the same thing. “Fuck me.”
“I’m gonna.”
Dean barely blinked before they were moving; Wyatt had picked him up. The walls sped past him as Wyatt rushed up the stairs. They were in his bedroom seconds later and he was on his back on his bed with Wyatt on top of him.
“Shit,” he gasped out.
Wyatt leaned back and pulled his shirt off then dropped back down over him. “I want to fuck you, not mate you. You good with that?”
Dean nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Do what you want.”
He threw his arms wide, giving up complete control, and stared in fascination at the speed Wyatt stripped them both. When they were both naked, Wyatt was back on top, rubbing his body all over Dean’s, his touch almost frantic.
He grabbed Dean’s hair, pulling his head to one side and bit him, his fangs sinking deep. Dean jerked and cried out when he felt Wyatt drink his blood, and his balls suddenly unloaded. He came hard and fast between them, the speed and intensity of his orgasm shocking him. His body jerked, and it seemed that every shot of come from his dick matched every pull of blood from his neck.
Wyatt continued sucking, then licked the wound closed and Dean lay there gasping, his heart racing and sweat cooling on his skin, but Wyatt wasn’t finished with him yet. He moved down Dean’s body, his fingers trailing over Dean’s scar and Dean panted harshly, his chest moving quickly. He barely had time to recover before Wyatt sucked his dick into his mouth and he hissed. He was so sensitive after just coming, but Wyatt didn’t stop there.
He licked up and down his shaft, then took one of Dean’s balls in his mouth, moaning around it.
“I love having them played with,” Dean gasped out, arching up. He felt Wyatt hum around the one in his mouth and then he arched up again as Wyatt tugged on the other one. “Ah, fuck.”
Wyatt played with them, swapping between them, licking and sucking and tugging on the flesh. He pushed Dean’s legs up and he grabbed them by his thighs, pulling them up and wide and giving Wyatt access to his ass.
He shivered as Wyatt ran his thumb over his hole. He didn’t apply any pressure but ran his thumb over and over it again. Dean’s body froze waiting in anticipation for more. He wanted Wyatt inside him, to push his thumb in and fuck him with it.
“Please,” he muttered. Wyatt’s thumb disappeared to be replaced by his tongue and Dean shouted out, “Fuck!”
Wyatt moved away, saying, “Soon.”
He moved up, licking along Dean’s shaft again. “Thirsty.” Dean screamed when Wyatt’s fangs pierced his dick and he orgasmed again. Wyatt drank down everything Dean gave then kissed the head. He moved back down between Dean’s legs and attacked his hole, his tongue stabbing in and out as he fuc
ked him with it.
Soon, a finger followed, and Dean shuddered. His body was being bombarded with intense pleasure and his dick was hardening again. Two orgasms already and he was ready to go again.
“Lube,” Wyatt said, holding a hand out.
It took Dean a few seconds to gather together his scattered brain, and he fumbled with the drawer until he finally managed to open it and grab the tube of lube. He passed it to Wyatt and when he felt the cold liquid drizzle on his ass, he shivered.
Wyatt slid two fingers in and Dean hissed. It had been a long time since he’d bottomed. Wyatt crooked his fingers and Dean almost shot off the bed. Wyatt rubbed his hot spot mercilessly and Dean’s body went haywire.
He was so blissed out he wasn’t aware Wyatt had moved until he felt the blunt head of his dick push against his hole. He pushed out and moaned harshly when the head popped past the muscle.
“Don’t stop,” he cried out and Wyatt didn’t.
When Wyatt was fully in, he lay on top of Dean and kissed him. Dean gripped Wyatt’s biceps, holding on tight.
“Fuck me, Wyatt,” he gasped out when he broke from the kiss.
Wyatt reared back and pierced Dean with his glowing red eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m going to.”
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He pulled out and slammed back in, feeling Dean clench his dick in a tight, vise-like grip. He moaned loudly and let his body take over.
Hard, fast, and deep, Wyatt fucked Dean. He needed to mark his mate in some form. He needed to be able to smell his scent on Dean’s skin. Dean was his and even though he wasn’t ready to be mated to him, he wanted to claim every single part of him.
Dean was crying out below him, his nails digging into his arms, and Wyatt welcomed the small bite of pain. The look of ecstasy on Dean’s face captured his gaze and Wyatt wanted to keep it there. The need to bite and mate him was overriding him, but somehow, Wyatt kept it back. He wasn’t ready, but he’d felt compelled to come here, the need to be with his mate too great.
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