by Shea Balik
Never had he’d seen such a beautiful sight. Reverently he traced a finger down Kellach’s cheek, along his jaw and down that slim neck. “Gorgeous,” he whispered.
He smiled when Kellach gave a shiver as his fingernail scraped across one nipple. “There isn’t one inch of you that isn’t perfect,” he told his mate as he watched his finger continue on down defined abs to his straining cock with a pearl of fluid leaking from the tip.
His mouth filled with saliva at the thought of getting a taste. With that thought in mind, Trygg dropped to his knees. Wrapping his hand around the base of Kellach’s long slim dick, he held it out from his mate’s body. With his eyes looking up into Kellach’s lavender eyes, Trygg leaned forward and swiped his tongue across the tip, lapping up his mate’s fluid.
Kellach’s body shuddered. His hands went to Trygg’s shoulders as if trying to keep himself upright. Feeling ten feet tall to affect his mate so greatly, Trygg continued to lick up and down Kellach’s stalk, making sure to pay special attention to the bundle of nerves under the cap.
“Oh, fuck, Trygg. That’s it,” Kellach babbled. “Right there.”
As far as Trygg was concerned, he was a God for being able to make his mate feel so good. Emboldened to continue his exploration, Trygg ran his tongue along Kellach’s engorged vein before sliding the slim cock into his mouth.
“Trygg,” Kellach shouted. “Damn, your mouth feels so good.” His mate pumped his hips a couple of times, fucking himself into Trygg’s mouth. Then, suddenly, he pulled back and stared down at Trygg. “As much as I’d love to fuck that mouth, I want to complete our mating more.” His voice went husky, guttural as he said, “Get on the bed.”
The heat in those lavender eyes was so real, Trygg was sure he been burned in the best possible way. His own cock throbbed in his pants, but he didn’t have time to remove them as he scrambled to do as his mate ordered.
Like the graceful cat he was, Kellach’ lithe body crawled along the mattress until he hovered over Trygg. Trygg was sure he was about to go up in flames when his mate lay down on top of him, his muscled frame pressing hard. Even through his clothing, Trygg could feel Kellach’s heat.
Soft lips took his in a searing kiss that had Trygg’s toes curling deliciously. He’d never been the focus of someone’s desire as he was right at this moment and Trygg had to admit to loving it. Usually he was the one on top. Not that he minded, but he’d always wondered what it would be like to have the roles reversed.
It wasn’t true that he’d never bottomed, because he had, but those times tended to be with men who just wanted to get off. Taking their time and enjoying the moment wasn’t their priority. But this…Trygg moaned loudly as their tongues danced while one of Kellach’s hands went to groin and squeezed.
Damn.
His eyes rolled back in his head as his hips arched up to get more of Kellach’s touch. As good as this felt, Trygg was becoming desperate to know what Kellach’s hand would feel like on his bare cock.
When he started to undo his pants, Kellach rolled off him to reach into his bedside table. Trygg prayed it was to get some lube as he dying to have his mate inside of him. They could do slow and sweet another time. Right now, Trygg just wanted to be mated to Kellach before they ran out of time.
His mate must have felt the same way for as soon as Trygg had pulled his pants off, Kellach placed a slick finger at his entrance and started massaging the muscles there. “Have you ever bottomed?” Kellach asked.
The sensation of Kellach’s finger was so good, Trygg had to swallow twice just to get his voice working. “Yeah, but it’s been a while.”
The pressure against his hole was getting more insistent. Lips latched onto one of his nipples just as Kellach slipped a finger inside of him. The difference between the burn of being breached and the wet suction of Kellach’s mouth was mind blowing. Trygg arched his chest upward while thrusting his hips further onto Kellach’s finger.
He loved that his mate was trying to make this good for him. To know he cared for Trygg so deeply. His mate’s free hand went to his weeping cock and started to stroke him in rhythm with his finger. Sounds of every kind were pouring out of him as his mind tried to process everything Kellach was doing to him.
Kellach pulled off his nipple with a pop to grin down at him. “Am I making you feel good?” There was well deserved pride in Kellach’s voice.
But before Trygg could answer a second digit slid inside his channel and all speech was impossible. The best he could do was grunt. The burn of being stretched was there but it was nothing compared to the way his nerve endings were lighting up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Thoughts were nearly impossible as Trygg just let himself soar under Kellach’s expert hands and mouth. He swore he was floating as his body was perfectly played. If this was how Kellach planned on topping him, Trygg would happily bottom any time his mate wished.
When a third finger entered his chute, the burn had him hissing. He took a steadying breath and did his best to relax.
“Sorry,” Kellach said as he waited for Trygg to adjust. “I just have this driving need to be fully mated, especially since…” his mate didn’t finish. He didn’t have to. Kellach may have had Trygg’s mind and body filled with pleasure but that didn’t mean he’d forgotten they were about to go to battle. For both of them, it was imperative they be mated first. Even then, Trygg wouldn’t be happy until the fight was over and his mate was safely in his arms.
“It’s okay. I feel the same way,” Trygg assured him.
When his muscles relaxed, Kellach quickly finished stretching him. Need had Trygg pushing down on his mate’s fingers, trying to get them deeper as he chased the orgasm threatening to overwhelm him. “Kellach, please. I need you inside of me,” he begged.
Thankfully, his mate didn’t disappoint as he tugged his fingers free. “Anything my mate wants,” Kellach teased as he lubed up his cock.
Then the blunt head was there at Trygg’s entrance, pushing against the ring of muscles. Trygg stared into lavender eyes that held so much emotion his breath caught and his heart sped up.
With one push, Kellach’s cock slid inside of him and Trygg was lost as love filled up every cell in his body until he was fairly bursting with it. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops but words were impossible to get out around the lump that had developed in his throat as the emotions he was feeling threatened to choke him.
His muscle gripped onto Kellach’s prick, drawing him deeper into Trygg’s body. The moment Kellach’s balls touched his ass, they both groaned, knowing he was buried as deep as possible.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Kellach swore even as his hands gripped Trygg’s hips and he pulled back until just the head was still inside of him. Then he reversed direction, slamming home once more. And that’s what if felt like, home.
Spreading his legs even wider, Trygg met Kellach thrust for thrust as they set up a punishing rhythm. The threat of the upcoming battling pushing them to forge a bond that would last in this life and the next.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” Kellach said.
Trygg agreed. It was amazing having his mate inside of him. He couldn’t wait to have the opportunity to reverse their positions because he was positive it would just as incredible.
Shouts from outside followed by the rumble of engines had both of them freezing for a moment. Trygg prayed his mate wouldn’t stop, but he also wouldn’t have blamed Kellach if he had. There was no telling what was going on outside. Their gazes met for several heart stopping seconds. Trygg could actually see the various choices going through his mate’s mind.
Just when he was about to cry out in frustration, thinking Kellach was going to pull out, his mate slammed in, increasing their pace. When his mate started stroking Trygg’s cock in time to his thrusts, Trygg did cry out – in pleasure.
“The world can blow itself up for all I care,” Kellach told him, his lavender eyes blazing with desire. “But neither of us
is leaving this room until we’re mated.”
Kellach’s head dropped down and his canines sank into Trygg’s neck. Searing pain morphed instantaneously into sheer ecstasy. His balls slammed into his body. Trygg’s prick throbbed once, twice before hot jets of fluid spurted out to coat both of their abdomens.
Even as endorphins rushed through him, Trygg leaned up to bury his canines into Kellach’s neck. His mate cried out, releasing the teeth from Trygg’s neck. A heartbeat later hot seed poured from Kellach’s cock, filling Trygg’s channel.
When his mate dropped down onto him boneless, Trygg couldn’t help but smile. Sure, he felt the same, but it was still good know he’d given his mate just as much pleasure.
Another shout from outside had them both stiffening. But then there was laughter, and they relaxed. “As much as I would rather stay here to worship this body, I suppose we should get dressed and greet whoever has arrived,” Kellach said even though he didn’t move.
“I think they can handle things a little longer. Cuddling with my mate is far more important,” Trygg said. “Don’t you think?”
Apparently Kellach did, for neither of them moved for a good long time.
CHAPTER 17
“Seriously,” Chadwick griped. “I get being happy to defeat the Council but I don’t think it’s appropriate to be smiling as we go into battle.”
There was a grin on Kellach’s face that he had no hope of controlling. Not even the thought of going into battle with the Council’s Army could wipe it away.
He was mated.
Go him.
Kellach stuck his tongue out at his friend.
Trygg chuckled, his hand going to Kellach’s low back. “He’s just jealous we’re so happy, my pretty kitty.”
Even Trygg’s nickname didn’t bother Kellach. In fact, he preened at being called pretty by his mate. Trygg was right. Why would being called pretty be a bad thing? And why would he care what his father thought of him? The man had never bothered to even get to know Kellach. He’d given his only daughter to pay off a debt because he’d double crossed a pack of wolves. The man wasn’t worth trying to please.
The roar of a motorcycles could be heard coming from the west. There was also dust rising from the north announcing a large force coming their way. Kellach didn’t worry about either. The Council’s men would be coming from the east. Both groups must be more reinforcements.
When Kellach and Trygg had finally emerged from their room, he was surprised to find just how many were there to support them. Many packs Kellach didn’t even know existed came to join in the fight. Apparently there were far more shifters who didn’t believe in the Council’s laws, including banning same sex matings, than anyone had thought.
But it was the sound of something above him that had Kellach’s eyes rounding in surprise. “A helicopter?”
Trygg grinned. “That would be Zara, the sister I was telling you about.”
“She likes to make an entrance,” Brecken said with a matching grin.
Dust swirled around them as the limbs of the nearby trees bent as if they were so honored by the new arrival that they had to genuflect. The helicopter gently touched down and the door opened. Kellach couldn’t be sure what he expected but he couldn’t have been more wrong.
By the way Trygg had talked about his sister, Zara should have been a giant with bulging muscles. For some reason, Kellach actually thought she would have blonde hair, like a halo over her head. Yet as Kellach took in the woman before him, he was surprised to find she was the complete opposite.
“Zara,” Brecken boomed over the noise of the helicopter. “Welcome to Miracle.”
A smile lit up Zara’s features, giving her an ethereal glow that had Kellach tempted to bow before her as the trees had. She couldn’t be more than five-feet-four and Kellach would bet she wasn’t even a hundred pounds. Yet, there as something about Zara that made her appear…formidable. As if she could take on the world and win without even breaking a sweat.
Dark hair pulled back away from her face in a long braid that showed off her high cheekbones and strong chin. Even though her body was slight, Kellach could see the muscle definition as she walked toward them under her black long-sleeved shirt and leggings.
The guns strapped to her thighs and shoulders, along with the several knifes and sword at her back only added to her commanding aura. Zara was not someone to mess with. Kellach could see why Trygg thought women were equal to men. Zara didn’t need to be big to prove that. It was in every movement of her body that she knew how to take care of herself.
“If you would have told me I would be surrounded by gorgeous men, I would have worn something sexier,” Zara joked.
Brecken growled at her. “And I would have been forced to kill every man here for daring to look at my sister the wrong way.”
Trygg barked out a laugh. “Oh please. Brecken is going to get far more looks than Tara. All the men in Miracle are gay.”
But Zara wasn’t deterred. “But not all of the men from the other packs are.”
Brecken shot her a mock scowl. “Don’t make me kill them before the Council’s Army has even gotten here.”
Zara just laughed.
Just then, the roar of engines from the north grew deafening as giant black Hummers turned onto the dirt road that led to where Edrick had set up a command post from their home.
“It looks like Gyan made it after all,” Brecken announced as the first one stopped. “I wasn’t sure I had been able to convince him to come.”
The driver’s door of the lead vehicle opened and Kellach thought he was going to faint as a man, who looked more like one of the berserkers from Norse times, stepped out. With his training, it wasn’t often that Kellach was afraid of others, but Kellach had to admit to being glad this man was on their side.
When several more doors opened to reveal equally impressive men and a few women, Kellach actually felt sorry for the Council’s army. They were going to be crushed if they had to face Gyan’s men.
“Gyan,” Zara squealed. “You’re here.” Suddenly she was running and jumping into the much bigger man’s arms, who easily caught her and hugged her tight enough that Kellach feared he’d crush her.
“Of course, I’m here, shorty. I wouldn’t miss a chance to see my favorite girl,” Gyan said affectionately.
Zara slapped Gyan on the arm but laughed. “Stop calling me shorty,” she said. “Compared to you, everyone is short.”
“My mother was originally from the Bluestone Den. She was a Kodiak Bear and cousin of Gyan’s father.” Trygg leaned closer to Kellach and whispered. “After our parents died, Zara and Brecken had a fight and Zara had left Snow Creek for about a decade and stayed with the Bluestone Den.”
“And Brecken tried to demand I return her.” Gyan’s voice was so deep it nearly sounded like thunder as he talked.
Brecken scowled at the much bigger man, clearly not afraid of him. “Which I still haven’t forgiven you for, by the way.”
Gyan let out a booming laugh. “You’re just sore because I kicked your sorry ass when you tried to kidnap her from us.”
Now it was Trygg who laughed. “Yeah. That was hilarious. Up until that moment, Brecken thought he was invincible. The pretzel you turned him into proved him wrong.”
“He didn’t turn me into a pretzel,” Brecken groused.
“Really,” Zara said with an eyebrow raised. “Then what would you call having one arm threaded between your legs and up over your back until it touched your shoulder?”
Kellach tried to stop himself from laughing at Brecken, who was basically his brother-in-law now, but he wasn’t very successful. Brecken shot him a glare but Kellach just shrugged. It wasn’t like he could take it back at that point.
“You know Jari has a great dip recipe if you ever find yourself turned into a pretzel again,” Chadwick said. “But in the meantime, we have reports of the Council’s army two hours out so we need to load up before they try to destroy all the hard work I’ve
put into rebuilding this town.”
Just like when they’d fought Alpha Abdiel, they would meet the approaching enemy away from town in hopes of saving it. This time they would move everyone twenty miles east of Miracle. The only reason they’d waited to head out was because they had been waiting to arrive, the men and women who would challenge the current Council.
Both Brecken and Edrick had felt it important that those seven men and women be seen fighting the Council’s army to prove their legitimacy in removing the current members. Already, in just the couple of hours since Brecken’s video challenge, the Council had denounced Brecken as a valid Alpha, even though he not only has won every challenge ever extended to him, which hadn’t been many according to Trygg, but Brecken was the great, great grandson of the original Alpha of the Snow Creek pack.
They claimed the Council never approved his becoming Alpha, so, as far as they were concerned, there was no current Alpha. They tried to claim, because of this, they weren’t going to acknowledge the challenge Brecken had issued. The problem the Council was running into by saying that was that there was no law that said the challenge had to come from an Alpha. As far as the law read, anyone could issue the challenge.
“The only one not here is Saber.” Brecken pointed toward the west where the roar of motorcycles was getting closer. “I assume that is them since I’m not expecting anyone else.”
Edrick gave a nod. “They should make it before we’re all out of here and they can follow us.” Edrick headed over to Gyan and held out his hand. “It’s good to see you again, Gyan. Glad that you’ve decided to join us.”
Gyan shook Edrick’s hand. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. It’s about time we showed those morons who run the Council what we think about their idiotic laws.”
“Wait,” Kellach said. “How do you know Gyan?”
