Patrick, the man who'd messaged him that very morning just to say hello. How the hell had he gotten his number? He knew for a fact that none of his friends or family would have given it to him. He'd moved over a thousand miles away to escape him, and now, here he was.
Just thinking about him brought Jeremy out in a cold sweat, his stomach churning and his heart pounding in his chest. The fear, the ever-present fear he'd felt with Patrick came rushing back and Jeremy almost crumbled under the weight of it.
Why? Why now? Shit, had he found him? Was Patrick looking for him right now, wanting him back? No way was Jeremy going back to him, not after everything he'd suffered at his hands.
He had Donnie, his mate, and he couldn't leave him even if he wanted to, and he didn't. The few days they'd spent together before he'd left had been some of the best in Jeremy's life. He wanted more. He wanted everything.
His cell beeped again, and the same number that Patrick had used appeared on the screen. Jeremy's hand shook when he reached for it, and he stared at the screen until it faded to black. Should he look at it? Did he want to read what Patrick had sent him?
Groaning, he shook his head. He needed to know what Patrick wanted and yet he didn't want to look. This man had caused him years of pain and misery before he'd finally escaped.
He opened his cell and glanced over the message then dropped it quickly, lifting a trembling hand to his mouth.
I want you back.
That was it. Four little words that crashed around in Jeremy's head. They echoed through the room as if Patrick was standing in front of him, shouting them at him. No. No, it couldn't be possible. Not after all this time had passed. Patrick must have moved on.
The cell beeped again, the screen lighting up with the same number. Jeremy stepped back, moving away, shaking his head. He swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut and breathing deeply. Patrick didn't know where he was. He was safe, and he had his mate now.
He was safe.
Reaching out, he grabbed the cell and read the message.
You're mine, Jeremy. We belong together.
"No, we fucking don't," he muttered in the quiet room. "No, never."
It went again, and the message appeared.
I'll find you, Jeremy. Always mine.
"No!" Jeremy screamed at the cell. "Never!"
Breathing harshly, he threw the cell on the sofa and glared at it. "No," he muttered. "No."
When it beeped again, Jeremy left the room, walking into the kitchen to make a coffee. His hands shook and he clenched them tightly, breathing harshly. He'd ignore the messages. Patrick didn't know where he was. He couldn't. He'd left nothing behind to tell Patrick of his plans.
He knew his parents wouldn't say a word. They hated Patrick, as did his brother, Colin. His brother had wanted to hunt Patrick down and give him the beating he deserved, but Jeremy had warned him off. The last thing he'd needed was his brother arrested. Not when he was recovering from the abuse.
Even from the kitchen, he could hear his cell beeping as messages kept coming in. True to form. Patrick battered you until you gave in. With his words and his fists.
Did he say anything to Donnie? Their relationship was so new, and he didn't want to say anything that would jeopardize it.
When it rang, Jeremy jumped and slowly walked over to where his cell lay on the sofa. Seeing Donnie's number made him cry out, and he rushed forward, grabbing the cell and answering his call.
"Donnie." He sighed in relief. His mate.
"Hey, babe. I'm heading home." Donnie sounded happy.
Jeremy dropped onto the sofa, a huge weight lifting from him. "Good, I've missed you. How did it go?"
"We found them, and they're recovering in the hospital. How are you?"
Smiling, Jeremy answered. "Better now I've spoken to you."
"Positive, babe? I keep getting these strange sensations."
"No, really, I'm good." He needed to learn how to block them better. Donnie didn’t need to be distracted when working. "Just really happy you're coming home."
"I'll be there in a few hours. I'll call you when I land."
"I'll be waiting."
"Be ready for me," Donnie muttered with a growl in his voice that went straight to Jeremy's dick.
"Definitely." God, he needed Donnie. Needed to feel him close, covering him with his hard body, making him soar to heights he'd never experienced before. Only with Donnie.
His body reacted to the sensations he felt coming through to him from Donnie. He'd gotten used to them being in the background, but now they came out to the front, and Jeremy groaned.
"I feel it too, babe. Not long and I'll be home. Gotta go. Be ready for me. It'll be hard and fast, babe."
The call ended, and Jeremy palmed his hard, aching cock. He couldn't wait to feel Donnie pounding into him. He'd missed his touch, his smell, and with that thought, Jeremy jumped up and went to the bedroom to get ready.
Donnie rolled his neck from side to side, attempting to ease the stiffness out of it. He hadn’t slept in close to forty hours. They’d found the car of the missing family deep in a snowbank, but it had been empty.
Fortunately, they had brought Tank and his trusty bloodhound Dodge with them and they’d spent the next few hours searching the surrounding area, looking for the missing family.
When they’d eventually found them, they had been close to hypothermia, wet, and freezing cold. The two young children had been wrapped in blankets by their parents, but it hadn’t been enough to stop them from suffering in the sub-zero temperatures.
They’d been rushed to the nearest hospital, the children close to death, and the entire team had stayed waiting for news. When they’d eventually heard they would survive, the relief had been indescribable.
Now, Donnie and the team sat on their plane, flying home, and he couldn’t wait to hold his mate in his arms. He’d missed him. Missed everything about him, but...
Something was wrong. Donnie could feel it in his chest. He rubbed the ache there, trying to ease it. The sensation had ebbed and flowed, but Donnie didn’t have enough knowledge to know why. He knew when he made it home he would be having a long talk with Jeremy, but first, he needed to talk to Chester. Maybe he knew of another mated couple.
Standing, he walked over to where Chester sat and slumped in the seat next to him. “Have you got a minute?”
Chester opened one eye and squinted at him. “What’s up?”
“It’s about Jeremy.” As he spoke, he rubbed his chest.
“Is he alright?” Chester now had both eyes open.
“I don’t know. I don’t know shit about how this is supposed to work.” Donnie shook his head. “He’s feeling something. Makes me feel strange. I’d say he was scared, but I have no fucking clue.”
“And you want to know if I know another mated couple.”
“Yeah.”
“Not anyone close, but I can speak to my parents. They might know a couple.” Chester shrugged. “It’s rare, we both know that. Even rarer when one is human.”
Donnie sighed, closing his eyes. “I know. I feel like I’m walking through this blind.” Opening them, he stared at Chester. “I know when he’s near or what direction he’s in. I can sense his emotions, but they’re muted, and so it’s difficult to know if I’m interpreting them correctly.”
“It’s all trial and error until we find someone you can talk to.”
“Yeah.” Donnie sighed the word.
“Wish I could help you more, D.”
Donnie nodded. “I’ll speak to him when we get home.”
“How does it feel?”
Donnie glanced over at Chester. “Being mated?”
“Yeah.”
He smiled, remembering. “It’s strange at first. You’re so used to feeling only your emotions, and then suddenly there’s another person’s.” He shook his head. “Scary, but amazing. It brings a whole new meaning to the word ‘close.’ I can feel him, here.” Donnie rubbed his chest. “He’s the
most important person. I’d die for him. And the sex is off the chart, seriously. His feelings take mine higher. Every touch…” Donnie shook his head. “It is so hard to describe, but I know I’m not alone, and that is comforting, knowing he is there.”
Chester nodded, glancing away. “I can’t wait to find mine,” he whispered.
“You will. I did and so will you.”
Chester gave him a small smile. “You give me hope that I will.”
Donnie didn’t say anything else, and they flew the rest of the way home in a comfortable silence. If anyone deserved to find a mate, it was Chester, and Donnie hoped it would happen soon. Chester deserved to be happy.
Chapter Ten
Donnie slammed the door shut behind him, grabbing Jeremy and slamming their lips together. Jeremy parted his lips, and Donnie groaned when their tongues touched. He’d dreamed of tasting Jeremy, of holding and touching him.
He pushed him up against the wall and kicked his legs apart, pushing his hips into the gap and grinding their hard dicks together.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he muttered in between kisses.
Jeremy moaned, his head tilting to the side and Donnie slid his fangs over the skin. He needed to feed, but he wanted to do it while pounding Jeremy’s tight ass.
“Please,” Jeremy panted out.
He leaned back and ripped Jeremy’s shirt, the buttons pinging off. Jeremy shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. Fisting a hand in Jeremy’s hair, he pulled his head back and licked down his neck. At the base, he sucked hard, leaving a mark on the pale skin and grinned at the stamp of ownership.
Moving further down, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, feeling Jeremy’s body shudder. He flicked his tongue over it, loving how hard it went. Gripping it in his teeth, he glanced up at Jeremy, their eyes meeting.
He pulled away without releasing it, stretching his nipple. Jeremy gasped. Releasing it, Donnie tweaked it with his thumb and finger. “So sensitive,” he whispered against Jeremy’s skin.
He kissed his way over to the other one and sucked it in, hearing Jeremy moan loudly above him. He stayed there, moving between them, licking and sucking and biting them until they were red and hard.
He rubbed his face in the hairs on Jeremy’s chest, inhaling his unique scent. He’d thought about this the entire time he’d been away. Knew he’d need to be as close as possible when he returned.
His mate. He needed his mate.
It was overwhelming how much he’d needed to be near him, to hear his voice, to see his face. This must be what mates did to one another.
He moved away from Jeremy’s nipples, licking his way down his body. As he dropped down between Jeremy’s feet, he popped the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Watching Jeremy the entire time, he saw the flush develop on his skin, the pupils widen.
Smiling, he pulled the hem of the briefs down, revealing the head on Jeremy’s hard, leaking cock. He licked across it, moaning as the taste of precome burst onto his tongue. Nothing tasted better than Jeremy.
He sucked the head in, closing his eyes and humming. He swirled his tongue around the head as he pulled Jeremy’s jeans and briefs down over his hips and ass.
He gripped his ass cheeks, pulling him closer and taking more of his long cock into his mouth. Holding onto the base, he licked up the shaft, his tongue dipping into the slit, then swallowed him down again.
When he pulled off, he sucked one of Jeremy’s balls into his mouth, his thumb rubbing the bundle of nerves beneath the mushroomed head. He knew Jeremy loved having his balls played with and Donnie lavished them with attention, moving between them and getting them nice and wet.
He moved back up, licking along the shaft and sucking the head back into his mouth as he rolled Jeremy’s balls in his hand.
“Oh fuck, Donnie. So close.”
He knew he was. He could feel the balls tighten in his hand, and he sucked harder on Jeremy’s dick, taking him all the way down and humming.
Jeremy cried out, and Donnie felt his dick harden even further. He pulled back and come splashed over Donnie’s tongue. He sucked harder, swallowing everything that Jeremy gave, loving the taste. He never thought he’d be in this position with a man as his mate, but being with Jeremy was easy. Giving Jeremy pleasure was easy because it made him happy seeing his mate satisfied.
He kept swallowing until Jeremy pulled away and he let his dick slip from his mouth. He looked up at him from where he knelt between his legs and smiled at the disheveled look. Jeremy panted above him, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat, and to Donnie, he looked fucking gorgeous.
“I love you.”
Jeremy’s eyes widened, and he grinned down at him. “Love you too.”
“Good. Are you ready?” He smirked at the frown on Jeremy’s face.
Standing, he kissed Jeremy’s lips then spun him around, grabbing his hands and placing them on the wall. “I’m gonna fuck you like this.
Jeremy groaned and kicked his jeans and briefs off. He bent over and looked at Donnie from over his shoulder.
“Do it. Fuck me. Hard and fast. I need to feel you.”
Donnie groaned and practically ripped his clothes off his body. He needed to be naked. Skin on skin.
He grabbed his jeans and pulled the packet of lube free. Ripping it open, he coated his fingers then rubbed them over Jeremy’s hole.
Pushing one in, he rubbed his other hand over Jeremy’s back, the sweat covering it letting his hand glide easily. One finger became two and then three.
“Stop, Donnie. Fuck me now!”
Donnie pulled his fingers free and lined his cock up, trembling at the intensity of emotions running through him.
Jeremy looked over his shoulder at him. “Shh, baby. It’s okay.”
He nodded and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead on Jeremy’s damp back. “Sorry.”
“You’re home, and now you need to fuck me, or we’ll have a problem.”
Chuckling, he lifted his head and looked into Jeremy’s eyes, seeing the love. He leaned forward and kissed him gently. “Love you.”
“You too.”
He moved back and lined his dick up again with Jeremy’s hole and then slowly pushed.
His hands flattened on the wall, Jeremy arched up, standing on tiptoe as Donnie pushed. He felt the head pop through, and he moaned, dropping his head to rest on the wall. Donnie’s hands gripped his hips, and he was certain he’d have bruises, but he didn’t give a fuck. He needed Donnie like he needed air.
Donnie slammed in and Jeremy whimpered at the pleasure and pain that flooded him.
“Ready?” Donnie panted. “Hard and fast.”
Jeremy barely managed to nod before Donnie set a hard, fast pace, hitting his prostate every time. He grunted with every thrust into his body, hearing Donnie moaning behind him.
Emotions rushed through him, arousal, lust, love. His and Donnie’s. As close as they were, it was hard not to feel them, and they ramped Jeremy up further, bringing his orgasm closer. He’d just come, but he could feel another one building.
“God, babe, I’m close,” Jeremy stuttered out.
Jeremy tilted his head, baring his neck, and Donnie struck. A brief flash of pain quickly turned to pleasure and Jeremy came, his dick untouched, screaming at the intense emotions rushing through him. He was in heaven.
His body shuddered and jerked, and he lost all control. Donnie’s movement became erratic and then his ass filled with heat as Donnie came too.
He didn’t know how long he stood against the wall, but at some point, he became aware of Donnie licking his neck, sending shivers through him.
“Missed you,” Donnie whispered on his skin. “But I love coming home to you.”
Jeremy lifted his hand and palmed Donnie’s cheek. They stared at each other. “Missed you too.”
Donnie moved back, slowly easing his soft dick from his mate’s ass and Jeremy hissed at the small pain.
“Sorry.” Donnie winced.
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bsp; “I’m not.” Jeremy turned around and looped his arms around Donnie’s shoulders, bringing him closer to kiss him slowly but thoroughly. “I get to feel you all night.” His face tightened up when he felt Donnie’s come leaking from his ass.
“Shower?” Donnie grinned at him. “You definitely need one.”
“Oh, yeah? You gonna help me?”
Donnie’s grin turned dirty. “Absolutely.”
Later that night after they had showered and eaten, they lay in bed next to each other, Jeremy's head on Donnie's chest, listening to his heartbeat.
It was a perfect moment. His man was back home from work safe and sound, and they'd reconnected both physically and emotionally.
He ran his hand over Donnie's skin, enjoying the fact that he could. It still surprised him that he was here with Donnie. After everything he'd been through, he could honestly say he never expected to be in a relationship. Donnie, his mate. A vampire.
His fingers traced patterns over his skin, and he glanced up at him, a small smile on his face when he noticed Donnie was asleep.
Good. Donnie needed to sleep.
He hadn't mentioned the messages he'd received from Patrick. He didn't want to ruin their developing relationship, and Patrick was miles away. He couldn't do anything to harm Jeremy.
He snuggled closer, feeling Donnie's arm tighten around him in response. "Hey," Donnie muttered, his voice gravelly from sleep.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
Donnie looked at him, smiling. "You didn't." He rolled over onto his side to face Jeremy and touched their lips together. "So glad I'm home, babe."
They kissed for a few seconds. "Me too."
"You gonna tell me what's going on? I can feel it." He rubbed his chest as he spoke, causing Jeremy to close his eyes. "What's wrong, babe?"
He shook his head. Here he was, thinking he'd managed to keep it away from Donnie. Sighing, he opened them. "Patrick."
Donnie frowned. "Your ex?" When Jeremy nodded, he continued, "What's going on?"
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