Peace Maker

by Mary Rundle

  Chapter 27

  After their bath, Dylon dried Cody and wrapped him in a thick, plush robe, kissing his mate deeply before drying himself and slipping on one that matched. Taking Cody’s hand, he led him to their sitting room where they beheld an amazing sight. Red paper hearts hung from the ceiling at various heights over the table, twisting in the faint air currents. White tulips in red vases graced the table, which was bathed in soft candlelight illuminating tiny red hearts scattered at the place settings.

  Dylon recognized a piano favorite of his playing softly in the background. Just fucking perfect, Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Holy shit, I thought Logan was the designer. Dakota can give him a run for his money. Then, catching himself, he said, “Ma moité, would you please join me for dinner.”

  Bemused at the sight, Cody nodded, and followed Dylon to the table. His mate ceremoniously pulled out his chair and he sat down, touched by the wonderful surprise. He owed Dakota a big thank you. After their plates were filled, he glanced at his mate and inhaled sharply at the sight of Dylon’s gorgeous face, caressed by the flickering candlelight. Cody shivered at the thought of this wolf being his for the rest of his life. “I love you, babe—no matter where I am, this world or the other realm, I’ll always come back to you for I can see no life for myself if you’re not in it.”

  “Thank you, ma moité. I’m humbled by your love and trust in me and I swear upon all the gods, I will never fail you as long as there is a breath left in me.” Dylon was profoundly moved by Cody’s declaration. How his mate knew he needed to hear that he didn’t know, but it was exactly the right thing to say. This claiming required absolute trust—Cody had to trust Dylon to always find him and Dylon had to trust Cody not to rip out his heart by staying in the vision world where he couldn’t follow. Trust…and love. Both were imperative if they were to fulfill the missions the Fates had in store for them. They would be more than a team; they would be half of one whole being—yin and yang.

  Dylon reached across the table, lacing his fingers with Cody’s. “Ready for dinner, my love?”

  “Uh huh, I’m starved.”

  “Good, because I’m eager to get to the next part of our evening.”

  Cody couldn’t help giving his mate a smile wide enough to split his face before he started to giggle.

  “What’s so funny?” Dylon asked.

  “Picturing your reaction if I ate very slowly.”

  Dylon growled, “That’s not funny.”

  “Oh yes, it is. But don’t worry, I’m as eager as you are.”

  Smiling in return, Dylon dug in and was soon finished. “I swear, I’ve never eaten more delicious food than Dakota’s. He’s a true artist.”

  “My brother would be happy to hear that. He has this magical touch with food even our mother couldn’t equal. Are you finished?”

  “Yes—are you ready, ma moité?”

  In response, Cody stood, held out his hand for Dylon and once linked, he led his mate to the bedroom, stopping next to the bed. Facing Dylon, Cody slowly untied his mate’s robe belt, where it fell to the floor as the robe opened. Dropping to his knees, he reverently held Dylon’s cock—long and heavy—the cock of his dreams. Sticking out his pink tongue and licking the slit, Cody groaned. Holy fuckingbedamned! This is what Cody wanted to do every night for the rest of his life.

  Leaning forward, he swallowed the tip, sucking on it as his hand stroked the rest of Dylon’s cock. Pulling back, Cody’s tongue probed the underside of the rim, seeking the most sensitive spot, and giving it special attention. Moving on, his tongue fluttered to the nest of curly hair before gliding back toward the tip where Cody opened his mouth and deep-throated the cock of his dreams. Feeling Dylon’s cock twitch in excitement, he paused and hummed, giving an added jolt of pleasure to his mate as the vibrations traveled the length of Dylon’s cock.

  Moaning wildly, Dylon placed his hands on Cody’s head, closed his eyes, and savored the attention the favorite part of his body was eagerly responding to.

  Cody pulled back, then forward as Dylon’s cock slipped down his throat again. Slowly, slowly, his tongue moved over the velvet skin. He wasn’t going to allow Dylon to come; but he wanted to bring his mate to the edge and then move on to the next treat. Looking up while his lips were wrapped around Dylon’s cock, he saw a lust filled gaze staring back at him. Smiling, though it wasn’t easy with a cock stuffed in his mouth, he winked before continuing. His own cock was now hard enough to pound nails as he slowly mouth fucked Dylon’s cock. Listening to his mate’s rapidly increasing moans, he let Dylon’s cock slide out of his mouth… and sat back on his heels.

  Tugging on his mate’s robe, it slipped off and fell to the floor, pooling around Dylon’s feet. Cody’s eyes hungrily traveled the length of his mate’s body until it reached Dylon’s face. Smiling, he asked, “How are you doing, mate of mine?”

  Dylon stared blankly at those eyes, unable to answer as all the blood in his brain had gone to his cock. All he could think of is that for some reason, his cock was no longer buried in that tight sweet throat and that realization made him whimper.

  Cody knew what his mate was craving, but ignored it; instead leaning forward, he licked Dylon’s right leg in one long swath, continuing until he finally reached Dylon’s groin, where his tongue covered every inch of it, avoiding his mate’s leaking cock. Once he felt Dylon’s legs start to tremble, he rose and slipped out of his robe. Pushing on Dylon’s chest, he backed him up until the bed was touching Dylon’s legs. “Lie down, babe, I have so much more to do.”

  Dylon’s body was so filled with emotional needs he didn’t respond until Cody gently shoved him backward onto the bed. Once there, he saw Dylon move to the center and lie on his back, his hand tugging his needy cock. Grabbing a bottle of lube and throwing it on the bed near his mate, Cody climbed up between his mate’s legs. Removing Dylon’s hand from his cock, Cody said, “That is mine tonight. You will come when I come.” Bending down, he flicked his tongue across Dylon’s left nipple and then, after nipping it with his teeth, moved to the other. Now, looking at the two hard buds, he continued mapping out the ridges of his mate’s chest with his tongue.

  From the first time he’d seen Dylon naked, all he craved was to lick every part of his mate’s body, and so he began. Swirling his tongue around his mate’s defining muscles, Cody savored every inch of Dylon’s smooth, soft skin. He memorized each sensitive spot, promising himself he would visit them often. Slowly and sensuously, his body kept in constant contact with the man below him as he moved over every part of it with his tongue. By the time he’d finished, Dylon’s need was so great he was twisting his body in an effort to find some relief.

  Grabbing the lube, Cody coated his cock and his fingers. Pushing Dylon’s legs apart wider, he pressed his finger on his mate’s puckered hole. Then stroking and squeezing his mate’s cock with his other hand, his finger pushed through the sensitive bundle of nerves into Dylon’s ass. Listening to his mate moan in need, Cody smiled—his hand moved in unison with his finger as he worked to open up his mate. Soon he was able to add a second finger and then the fun began as he repeatedly pushed on Dylon’s prostate, sending shots of intense pleasure through his mate’s groin. A third finger had his mate’s hands twisting the sheets, begging to be fucked.

  Pulling out, he lifted Dylon’s legs up and rested them on his shoulders. Grabbing his leaking cock, Cody lined it up with his mate’s opened hole and pushed in. Oh, my fucking gods! He groaned at the tightness surrounding his cock and paused as his mate groaned at the sensation of being filled. Waiting until Dylon’s muscles relaxed, he looked down at his mate’s face, seeing lust and need. Finally, he could move. Pushing in an inch and then pulling back, he kept going deeper each time until his balls were slapping Dylon’s ass. Lowering his mate’s legs, Cody leaned down and began pumping his hips in measured beats.

  Dylon brought his legs up and crossed them behind Cody’s waist, loving the feel of his mate’s cock in him. He knew it wasn�
��t going to happen often, at least not at first because of Cody’s need to be dominated, but he had hopes there would be times like this, where his mate was eager to top. Speeding up and pounding him harder, Cody made his mate’s need rise. He needed to come as his balls were on fire with all the edging his mate had done to him. Feeling his body start to climb the orgasmic peak, he began pushing his hips up to meet Cody’s thrusts, now on the edge again.

  Cody felt his mate answer his thrusts; his mate was finally ready. His balls drew tight to his body, the tingling started in his groin, his cock grew larger and when he felt the first twitch, his fangs dropped and he sunk them into Dylon’s neck, tasting the sweetness of his mate’s blood for the first time. Sucking it in, he felt his mate’s cock shoot cum between their bodies as he emptied himself into his mate’s ass. Then it happened: their two wolf spirits joined together and became one, half white and half grey, prancing above them, happy to finally find their other half. Now locked together forever both in human and wolf forms, whatever fate befell one, would befall the other.

  Slowly, Cody withdrew his fangs and licked the wound to seal it. Breathing hard, he felt himself slip out of his mate falling to the side. He was still on his claiming high and was ecstatic to be so firmly part of Dylon. His heart now beat in time with his mate’s; their life thread saw to that. His body was filled with love and happiness. Closing his eyes, he savored how complete he felt for the first time in his life. At that moment, he knew he would be all right because Dylon was now part of him and would always keep him safe.

  Hey lover, do you hear me yet? Dylon asked through their mind link.

  Cody’s eyes shot open and he nodded, excitement lighting up his face.

  Well, say something.

  Cody giggled. I love you, babe.

  I love you, ma moité. Dylon draped his arm over Cody’s waist and pulled him to him. I think it’s time to take a quick shower before we go to sleep, my pet. We’ve a lot of stuff to do so we can leave.

  Okay, I love you so much babe.

  Dylon kissed his mate, and then whispered against his lips, “Ma moité, my love for you is absolute and infinite. My life is so much richer now that you’ve entered it and I will be forever grateful to the Fates who gave me the perfect half of my soul.”

  Cody smiled shyly, overwhelmed by Dylon’s expression of love, “Thank you, babe.”

  ~/~/~/~/~

  Oracle was sitting in her suite in San Francisco looking out over the darkening skyline when she saw the half white and half grey wolf spirit frolicking on the night breezes. She smiled, knowing all was well with Cody. But they had to return tonight as she would be needed tomorrow to tell Cody about his gift. She wondered if he or Dylon had guessed what it was. Probably, since they were both very smart.

  Her thoughts zeroed in on Dylon. What a perfect mate for Cody. Oracle thought about what Cody was facing in Tajikistan but no longer worried about what might happen to Jackson’s remarkable brother. Dylon would be with him and together they would come through it even if Cody failed. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the sense of impending doom she sometimes felt. That’s what happened when the Fates didn’t disclose everything to her. Her human emotions took over, imagining the worst in any situation.

  Chuckling at her mother’s gene, she rose and called, “Maximus, we have to leave tonight.” Not hearing a response, Oracle walked down the hall and entered the office her husband was using to keep tabs on the progress of the peace conference. Seeing her husband on the phone, she circled the desk and sat down on his lap after he pushed back his chair.

  Maximus was listening to what was being said and then he replied, “What do you mean something’s not right?” He gave his wife a quick kiss and whispered, “I’m talking to Slate.”

  “Tell him I love him,” she whispered back.

  Then in response to Slate, Maximus said, “If your gut is telling you something is wrong, then listen to it. Your mother just came in and I’m pretty sure we are heading back to Steel and Jackson’s house tonight. I’ll talk to Ian in the morning and see if he can shed any light on the situation over there.”

  Running his hand up Oracle’s leg, Maximus smiled at his wife. She was still as beautiful as the first time he ever laid eyes on her. Turning his attention back to his son, he said, “Just continue with the conference schedule as planned. Call me tomorrow after the last meeting and by that time, I’ll have talked to Ian. Just be careful. Do you want more enforcers?”

  “Uh huh, well okay then. Oh, and your mother sends her love.”

  “Yes, I’ll pass it along. Bye now.” Maximus hung up and said to his wife, “Slate sends his love. So, time to return huh?”

  Chapter 28

  “My parents arrived late last night,” Steel said to Jackson who was lying on his chest while they were in bed the next morning.

  Surprised, Jackson asked, “Why? I thought they were going to come back when Frank and Lizzie did. And how do you know about it?”

  “Last night was my turn to get up for Daniel and when I was warming a bottle for him, I heard them come in.”

  “Did you ask them why they changed their minds?”

  “Yup, Mom said Cody needed her today regarding his gift.”

  “Bollocks! I wonder what it will be? Something to do with his foresight, I bet,” Jackson said, “I hope he doesn’t plan on keeping it a secret like Colton did.”

  “Bollocks? You mean balls? Why are you using that?”

  “I’m trying it out as a substitute for the ‘F’ word,” Jackson said, smiling, “Sounds great doesn’t it?”

  “No, not really. ‘Fuck’ has that ‘je ne sais quoi’. Bollocks doesn’t even come close in comparison.”

  “I’m sorry but then, you come up with something. I mean it, babe, our son is not going to say ‘fuck’.”

  “Okay, but I’m pretty sure you are fighting a losing battle.”

  “Not if you back me up on this. Think about it and come up with a word everybody can agree on.”

  Steel tightened his hold and buried his nose into Jackson’s hair, inhaling big breaths of his mate’s scent. His cock hardened as his body reacted to his mate. Never enough! I will never get enough of Jackson! Unable to refuse Jackson anything, he said, “Okay, I’ll think about it.”

  ~/~/~/~/~

  Cody woke with a smile on his face. He had done it. He had claimed Dylon last night. His journey was unbelievable, even to himself, but somehow everything fell in at the right time and now he’d be able to save those poor shifters. He didn’t really have a plan how he and Dylon would do it, but he had no doubt they would figure it out. Eager to start the day, he ground his ass against his mate’s hard morning cock. Come on babe, wake up! There is so much to do today!

  I’m awake, I just wanted to enjoy your wake-up call Dylon said using his mind link.

  Fuck, babe, I didn’t expect you to reply.

  “Good morning my pet. Before we get started taking care of the many things we need to do before we can leave for Tajikistan, I want to go over the rules I must insist you obey when you are in our bedroom,” Dylon said, putting his finger up to Cody’s lips. “Even though we are now fully claimed and bonded, you will always have your visions. The effects of them will cause you mental pain and suffering every time your mind sees them. Just because we are now linked as one, that, unfortunately, will not change. My strength along with yours now will help you keep the visions locked up so you don’t experience them during the day but at night—that’s another matter. My strength will be at its weakest then, so what I require of you will help to keep your mind quiet until we go to sleep.

  “Therefore, my rules will apply every night when we enter our bedroom. And you will sleep with the chains almost every night to keep visions from reappearing in your mind. Without that worry, you will be able to sleep soundly as will I, which we both need in order to replenish our strengths.”

  Cody was silent but upset. After listening to his mate, he realized more fully the
toll his foresight ability took on Dylon each day. How can I ask him to have this kind of life? Why didn’t I think of it before I bit him?

  “Stop it right now, my pet,” Dylon said after hearing Cody through their mind link. “You didn’t ask me, I chose to do it. This is the price we pay to save many lives and I don’t know about you, but I’m proud the Fates picked me for you. So, no, you don’t get to feel sorry for my choices. Instead, be happy for me because I’m happy with my choice.”

  Yes babe, it is just hard to believe anyone would choose to live like this.

  “Well, I did, so that’s the end of the matter. Back to my rules—a morning spanking, no speaking unless I ask a question, give you permission to speak or suspend the rules, strip and assume the position and chains every night. Mmmm did I forget anything?”

  “My punishments for disobeying, sir.” And just like that, Cody could feel himself falling into a mindset that gave him peace.

  “Ahh, yes, thank you my pet. Punishments will be given anytime you don’t follow my rules. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. And as much as I would like to spend more time in bed with you this morning, I think we better get showered and dressed so we can talk to Jackson about getting permission to go,” Dylon said as he unlocked the handcuffs from around Cody’s wrists. Giving his mate a long good morning kiss on those beautiful globes he soon would be spanking, Dylon rolled away and sat at the edge of the bed. “Come here, my pet,” he beckoned.

  ~/~/~/~/~

  Carson was pissed. Oh, not about doing the laundry for six months—no after thinking everything over, he knew he deserved it—but because he hadn’t yet had a chance to apologize to Cody and Dylon. And the longer it took the guiltier he felt. Whatever problem Cody had, Dylon was helping his brother. He knew it, hell he could see it. The other night at dinner, Cody was smiling at Ian’s news. Smiling!