Edge Of Tomorrow (Eternal Flames Maddox Book 6)

by Cree Storm

  Wyn stood with Ollie still wrapped around him, and lowered him to his feet without breaking their kiss. Wyn’s hands went to the button of Ollie’s tight black jeans, just as Ollie’s fingers popped the button on his own slacks. They both tore at one another’s clothes in a frenzy to get to flesh. Pants and briefs dropped, shirts were pulled up and over heads, shoes toed off, and within minutes, they both stood with their bare skin pressed against bare skin.

  Wyn groaned from the contact. The feel of Oliver’s silky-smooth skin against his hard muscles was erotic and he became overwhelmed with the need to see his mate in all his glory. He grabbed Ollie’s hips and took a step back, then smiled as he saw the cute look of confusion on his mate’s face. “I need to see you. I want to feast my eyes on your body for a few moments before I ravish you and worship you like you deserve.”

  Ollie gasped from his words and a little squeak escaped. Wyn thought it was the cutest sound he had ever heard. He let his gaze roam over every inch of his little Santorini fox’s lithe form. Oliver had a light golden skin that was flawless and smooth. He was petite, but perfectly toned. Rounded shoulders, hard chest with little light brown disks that made him lick his lips, wanting a taste. Flat stomach with a small hint of ridges, narrow hips leading down to a surprisingly long, thick cock for one of Ollie’s height and stature. A small bead of Ollie’s honey leaked from the tip and Wyn couldn’t help but reach out and swipe his thumb across it, then bring his thumb to his lips and taste his mate’s sweet nectar. And Ollie was sweet, almost like honeysuckle. Wyn moaned from deep in his chest from his Ollie’s taste. He couldn’t wait to get more. Wyn’s gaze lowered to long, muscled legs, and cute little feet. His mate was perfect.

  “Gods, you are just perfection,” Wyn whispered and reached out, running his hand gently down Ollie’s side, over his hip, and along his outer thigh. He slid the hand back up, then around and cupped the tight globe of flesh, pulling Ollie close again so their bodies pressed together.

  “You feel so good here. So perfect. Do you feel it too? That this is where we are both meant to be?”

  Ollie swallowed, then panted as he nodded, his eyes were aglow with desire. “I feel it, Winny.”

  Wyn smiled bright from the endearment. “Winny? I like it. But only you get to call me that. And if Jett makes one damn Winnie the Pooh reference, I swear I will set his ass on fire.”

  Ollie smiled bright and giggled as he threw his arms around Wyn’s neck. “I’ll help you with that.”

  “Good,” Wyn growled, then claimed Ollie’s lips again.

  Immediately, his mate opened to him and Wyn felt a growing need. This had all been wonderful, the long talk, the clearing of the air, and the confessions, but he needed more. He needed to claim and make sure he never let go of this beautiful creature in his arms again.

  Wyn picked Ollie up then stepped back toward the couch and sat. Ollie straddled him, and their cocks pressed together, both of them moaning from the contact. Wyn ran his hands up and down Ollie’s back and sides, grabbing and touching every inch he could reach, as the kiss went on. Ollie’s body slid and writhed against his, their chests gliding together erotically.

  Ollie’s fingers ran through his hair and gripped his scalp and Wyn released a deep, feral groan. He loved the sensation, and Ollie must have figured that out because he did it again. Ollie started to wiggle his hips, grinding their hard shafts together, and Wyn was afraid he was going to explode right then. He grabbed Ollie’s hips, stopping him, then broke the kiss.

  Wyn was panting heavily as he opened his eyes and met Ollie’s hooded gaze. “If you don’t stop moving like that, I’ll be coming before I get inside this amazing body of yours. I need to be inside you, mate. Lube. We need lube. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Ollie gave him a wicked smile as he raised a brow. “Well, I do know Dain pretty well and he used to keep those things in his desk drawer, just in case his mates came by to visit. Which they did a lot. But he also used to hide things around his lab and office,” Ollie replied and leaned over, reaching around the cushions in the couch. After a few minutes, a pretty smile crossed his face and he drew his hand back, and held it up with a victorious look on his face. Wyn chuckled from the sight of the tube of lubricant in his mate’s hand.

  “Gotta love it when a man doesn’t change his habits,” Wyn said, then took the tube from Ollie. He poured a generous amount on his fingers and placed the tube on the seat beside them, then met Ollie’s gaze. “Lift up on your knees, beautiful.”

  Ollie gave him a happy smile and lifted up, placing his hands on Wyn’s shoulders for balance. Gods, he loved the smile Ollie was giving him, but a part of it almost broke his heart too, because he could see that his mate wasn’t used to getting compliments like that. Wyn swore in that moment that he would always let his little mate know exactly how beautiful and wonderful he was.

  He reached around and found Ollie’s tight hole, then ran the tip of one finger around the little star, then gently eased the tip inside. Slowly, he inserted the finger to its fullest as he wiggled it and slicked the way. Ollie moaned softly as he pressed two fingers in and his body jerked against Wyn’s. He kept his eyes on Oliver’s face, making sure there was no sign of pain, only pleasure, and the vision before him had Wyn’s heart clenching in his chest and filling with love for this wonderful creature.

  Ollie’s eyes glazed over and his lids became heavy. His cheeks became flushed and his jaw dropped slightly, parting his lips as Ollie softly panted. As Wyn added a third finger, Ollie dropped his head back on his shoulders, exposing his throat and released a sinful moan that had Wyn’s cock throbbing with need. The sound so erotic, all Wyn thought was it sounded so sweet coming from the lips of an angel. Ollie’s breaths came quicker, and he looked back at Wyn, then pressed his forehead to his as Ollie began to ride his fingers. His mate’s grip on his shoulders tightened as he lifted up and dropped down harder and faster, then rocked his pelvis.

  Damn it, he couldn’t wait another second. As erotic as the sight before him was, Wyn couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled his fingers from his mate’s body and reached between them, gripping his shaft and using the remaining slick to coat himself.

  Wyn grabbed Ollie’s hips and raised him up, then gripped the base of his cock with one hand and pointed the tip toward Ollie. The first contact of his cock pressed to the one place he needed to be more than anywhere ever before in his life, had a jolt of electricity flash through his system. Ollie lowered, impaling himself. Wyn helped guide him, and slowly, inch by inch, Ollie opened and stretched for him, allowing him in, until he sat fully inside his mate, with Ollie’s silken cave wrapped around him, and it was the most amazing feeling he had ever experienced. Nothing in the world even came close to the pleasure he felt in this moment.

  “Oh gods, mate. You’re so fucking big. I have never felt so full. So…so good,” Ollie purred the word, dragging it out and Wyn almost came. Gods, his mate was the sexiest fucker ever. Every sound that came from his pretty lips was just one titillating note after another.

  Wyn ran his hands up Ollie’s back, then gripped his shoulders as he leaned forward and took one of his little disks between his lips and sucked on the tiny nub. Ollie arched his back and his blunt nails dug into Wyn’s flesh. Ollie started to swivel his hips and ride him faster. Wyn fought against his need to thrust up and allowed Ollie to take what pleasure he wanted from his body.

  “Oh gods, Winny! I’m so close. I need…” Ollie panted.

  He pulled off his mate’s nipple and nibbled on his neck as he whispered against his soft flesh. “I know what you need, mate. Hold on tight, pretty baby.” Wyn dropped his arms and held onto Ollie’s hips as he began to thrust up into Ollie’s amazing body, loving every glide of his cock wrapped by Ollie’s silken cave.

  His dragon roared out inside him, needing to claim and Wyn couldn’t agree more. This is what they both needed. Wyn licked up the side of Ollie’s throat from shoulder to ear as his teeth elongated, then he struck.
His fangs breaking skin as gently as possible, and Ollie screamed out his name. The sound to his ears like angels singing. The first burst of Ollie’s blood over his tongue had Wyn’s head spinning and he felt more alive and stronger than he ever had before in his life. Ollie tasted like honey and goodness. Like liquid sunshine, and Wyn needed more. As he drew on his mate’s essence, his dragon threw his head back and roared, then started to peacock inside him and purr like a cat. The noise almost sounding like a prideful song.

  Wyn loved the taste of his mate so much he was fearful he would take too much, so he pulled back, carefully releasing Ollie’s flesh, then licked across his mark, sealing the wound. Ollie growled then struck, biting into his neck and Wyn felt a sharp scratch across his ribs. Then the most euphoric feeling engulfed him, and he began to thrust harder, fucking Ollie with abandon.

  As Ollie pulled the blood from his veins, Wyn’s cock throbbed and thickened, then his orgasm shot from him, filling his mate, and he felt the bond completely snap into place. Warm wetness filled the place between their abs and Wyn knew his little mate had joined him over the edge into their bliss. He could feel Ollie inside him and surrounding him. They were now one. They had finally claimed one another and would forever be together. The thought filled Wyn with such a deep sense of contentment.

  Ollie pulled back from his neck and his little tongue laved across his mating bite. Then Ollie kissed his mating mark and relaxed against him. Both of them sat panting in each other’s arms as they allowed their heartbeats and their breathing to slow. Ollie cuddled into his embrace deeper, resting his head on Wyn’s shoulder, and he never wanted this second in his life to leave. This was where he was meant to be. Right here, right now.

  They both remained silent as they enjoyed the afterglow. After about ten minutes, Ollie kissed his shoulder and pulled back slightly, until their gazes met. A small smile on his lips. “That was the most amazing moment of my life. Thank you, mate.”

  Wyn reached up and smoothed a sweaty strand of Ollie’s pretty blue hair out of his eyes as he returned the smile. “No, thank you, pretty baby. Thank you for coming into my life, and wanting me.”

  “Do you think we should go tell the others, or…” Ollie shrugged.

  “Let them wait a little longer. Right now, I just need to hold you in my arms and enjoy the moment.”

  Ollie smiled as a giggle bubbled out. “Okay,” he said simply, then rested back against Wyn’s chest. Suddenly, Ollie hissed and sat up.

  “What is it, pretty baby?”

  “Something is burning up my side,” Ollie said as he lifted his right arm and twisted to look down. “Holy shit!”

  Wyn tilted his head and his eyes went wide as he saw what was happening. A golden light was running up Ollie’s side, leaving behind a perfect tattoo of the image of his dragon with its arms wrapped around Ollie’s cute Santorini Fox. A burning sensation flashed across his back and Wyn sat forward.

  Ollie met his gaze and raised his brows in question. “Are you okay?”

  Wyn smiled. “Yes, but it does burn like a mother, doesn’t it?”

  “What?” Ollie asked.

  “The mating tattoo,” Wyn answered and moved Ollie off his lap, carefully placing him on the cushion beside him, then turned so that his back faced Ollie. His mate gasped from behind him and Wyn felt Ollie’s hands feather over his back.

  “It’s beautiful. Your stunning dragon is flying and your carrying my fox in your arms, and the look on your dragon’s face is so fierce, so…protective.”

  Wyn turned back around and grabbed Ollie by the waist, pulling him back onto his lap. “And he and I will always protect you until the day we die, my pretty baby,” Wyn promised.

  “I like when you call me that,” Ollie said shyly.

  “Then I will always call you that.” Wyn leaned in and captured Ollie’s lips again, kissing his mate with all the love that was starting to build up inside him.

  * * * *

  Once dressed, they went to the door holding hands, big smiles on both their face. Wyn grabbed the knob and turned it, then pulled the door open. As they stepped out, they both froze. Their eyes going wide and jaws dropping.

  They were no longer in the warehouse. Instead they stepped out into a bright, beautiful day. The sky was crystal clear and blue, the sun shining bright. Ollie looked down the street, his gaze taking in all the changes.

  “What is this?” he asked in a scared whisper.

  “I don’t know, but I think it’s Maddox,” Wyn answered.

  They turned and started walking down the sidewalk. Ollie gripped Wyn’s hand tighter. Maddox was back, and it was beautiful, and the mountain was once again in the distance. The shops along Main Street were all open and looked freshly painted. The center square had a large white gazebo in the center, with kids running around, playing, and laughing. Families strolled down the street, cars drove by, and kids raced past on bicycles.

  A dragon flew overhead, grabbing their attention. A roar came from somewhere behind them and Wyn and Ollie spun around to see a lion racing down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. It stopped in front of the Ice Cream Shop and shifted into a large man. A wolf came racing around the corner and stopped by the lion, then also shifted, and another man stood there. The two smiled at one another and embraced as they kissed.

  “What is this, Wyn? Maddox looks…so…”

  “Exactly like we envisioned we could make it work,” he said in a voice just as stunned.

  A pixie flew past waving at them, and Ollie waved back.

  “Uncle Ollie!”

  Ollie’s head snapped around to where the voice had come from and he saw a young boy of about eight with hair that looked like Pascal running their way. As he got closer, Ollie’s breath caught in his throat. The little guy was the spitting image of Pascal at that age.

  “Uncle Ollie, Uncle Dingo, come on. Everyone has been waiting for you. The wedding is about to start, and Daddy and Papa sent me to get you.”

  “The…the wedding? What wedding?” Ollie asked in confusion.

  The little boy giggled and rolled his eyes. “Stop playing, Uncle Ollie. It’s time for Fiere to get married and you’re supposed to help Daddy Pascal with the flowers, remember? Uncle Dingo promised to fly up and hang the flower strands.”

  “Oh, yeah. Okay. Um…” Ollie looked at Wyn, stunned and saw that his mate looked just as taken aback by all of this as he was. “We’ll be right there, okay? I just need to tell Uncle Wyn something in private.”

  The boy rolled his eyes again as he huffed. “Does that mean you’re going to disappear again for another hour and hang drapes like Daddy Pascal says you do?”

  “Hang drapes?” Ollie asked in confusion.

  Wyn chuckled and pulled Ollie close, whispering in his ear, “I think Pascal means something else, pretty baby. Something more one on one and oh so fun.”

  Ollie pulled back, his brows down as he stared at Wyn, then suddenly he understood, and he smiled. “Oh. Well, no sweetie, we’re not going to hang drapes, even though we are both fabulous at that. We’ll be right behind you.”

  “Okay,” the little guy huffed, then turned, and ran back the way he had come from.

  Ollie looked to Wyn again. “Is this…Maddox’s new future? Did we stop it?”

  “I don’t know, pretty baby, but I would have to say yes.”

  “Ollie,” a little voice came from across the street and they turned to face it, finding Helio and Briar in their butterfly dragon forms flittering toward them. The two flew over their heads and swirled around them, dropping a fine, glittery dust. Ollie and Wyn both waved their free hand in front of their faces as they coughed.

  Ollie opened his eyes again, and suddenly they were standing in the cell in the council building, and everyone from their time was standing their looking at them.

  CHAPTER 17

  Pascal ran and hugged his brother close, whispering, “I am so glad you’re alright. We were worried when we found ourselves here and
you two weren’t with us.”

  “Welcome back, Wyn. I see congratulations is in order,” Illan said with a smile.

  Wyn returned the smile and brought Ollie close to his side. “Thanks.”

  Ollie turned to Illan, quickly saying, “Holy shit, you should have seen what we just saw back there. Pas―"

  Illan held his hand up. “Yes, Jett and the others told us what was going on in our future. I have Destrain’s men gathering the leaders of all the paranormals now. I think it’s time they met with the council and we explain a few things and from the looks of it, we need to do the same for our own in Crystal and Maddox.”

  “I have my coven leaders joining us as well. I didn’t like what the future held. Even if they all did promise to start working together and building their relationships back up. They will never be what they once were and that is very sad,” Ezra stated.

  “It’s made them weaker than they ever would have been had they all banded together and helped each other through their pain,” Justice whispered sadly.

  Ollie looked at them and said, “It’s okay, because Maddox and Crystal are back to normal. Wyn and I saw it when we were coming back to talk to everyone else.” Turning to Pascal, Ollie said, “And you won’t believe who we met first thing.”

  “Who?” Pascal asked.

  Wyndingo covered Ollie’s mouth before he could say a word. “Ollie, I really don’t think you should say any more. We don’t want to alter what might be.”

  Ollie removed Wyndingo’s hand, opened his mouth, and then closed it again. Turning to Pascal, Ollie said, “Winny is right. Just know that everything looks perfect.”