Peace Maker (Blackwood Pack Book 3)

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by Mary Rundle


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  Cody led his mate to their suite where Dylon was awestruck at the impressive rooms. Certainly different than his room at Silver Point Pack. Those fucking assholes! Wait, what did my mate say?

  Cody repeated himself. “I said, my brother Logan is an interior designer and he can redo this if you want. He did Jackson and Steel’s bedroom over and all I can say is ‘wow’. I can show it to you tomorrow.”

  “Okay, but right now, how about a shower and sleep? I’m filthy and you look exhausted.”

  Cody led his mate to the bathroom where once inside, Dylon threw his strong arms around him, holding him close while licks and nips covered his neck. Groaning, Cody felt his body melt and all the tension, worry and heartache drained from him. Peace had finally overcome him and he knew his sanity and fate were tied to the shifter who was causing such delicious feelings throughout him. Whimpering when Dylon withdrew his arms, he longed for them even as his mate pulled Cody’s t-shirt off. Once more against his mate, it was skin to skin.

  Shivers coursed through his body as Dylon continued to lick and nip Cody’s shoulders while his hands reached downward. Cody needed to be naked now, not willing to wait anymore for Dylon to undress him slowly. Reaching to open his jeans, he felt his mate’s hand stopping him.

  “That’s my job, ma moité,” Dylon crooned. After he unzipped his mate’s jeans, he reached in and found a hard, thick cock filling the tight confines. Holy shit! Commando, his mate was commando! He groaned at the thought of Cody naked under his jeans. Pulling them down, his mate’s cock sprung free, bobbing in the cool air, causing Dylon to harden even further. Grasping Cody’s cock, he tugged at it, loving the sounds of pleasure falling from his mate’s lips.

  Stroking Cody’s cock with one hand, Dylon caressed his nipples with the other. He loved the sounds his mate was making during his onslaught and was determined to make Cody’s body burn with passion and need. Quickly turning his mate around, Dylon sank to his knees and deep-throated Cody’s cock in one fell swoop, loving the taste of his mate in his mouth. Pausing for a second, he slowly pulled back just short of the tip. Laving it with his tongue, he sought out the slit and thrust his tongue into it, moaning at the drops of his mate’s pre-cum he found there. Eager to have more, Dylon resumed his assault—licking, scraping and humming, sending waves of pleasure throughout his mate.

  Cody buried his fingers in his mate’s long tousled hair, holding on as his legs trembled. He let loose with a stream of inarticulate noises as Dylon swallowed his cock tip, massaging it with his throat muscles. Fucking unbelievable! I got a mate who’s a master at blow jobs! His cock was in heaven as his mate was using hand and mouth to stroke, swallow, twist and flip the tip of Cody’s cock, over and over until his balls nearly disappeared into his body.

  He could feel the start of his orgasm, the building of pressure and yet he fought it. Cody never wanted this blow job to end. Onward and upward he climbed, further than ever before. And still he fought it, not willing to give in, wanting it to last forever. For all his efforts to fight his rising explosion, he became helpless when his mate pressed his finger on his hole lighting its nerves on fire. Surrendering to the inevitable, Cody’s cock pulsed in never-ending shots of cum down Dylon’s throat until his nuts had no more to give.

  Swallowing every drop of Cody’s cum, Dylon savored the flavor of his mate—salty with a touch of sweetness—and he diligently sought out the last few traces as he tongued his mate’s cock clean. Rising and hugging his mate, he kissed the lips that would be his for the rest of time. Then he leaned back and looked at Cody, delighted with what he saw—a mate with a dreamy smile. Lifting Cody into his arms, he set him on the bathroom counter. “Stay there,” he ordered. Stepping over to the bathtub, he filled the tub with bubbles and water.

  Then scooping Cody up, he stepped into the tub, slowly setting his mate down before joining him and enveloping him again in his arms, pulling him tight to his chest. Humming “Remedy,” he slowly washed his mate’s body; it was the perfect song to express how he felt. He would be the shelter in the storm, soaking up Cody’s pain and protecting him from the world. He knew he loved his mate and couldn’t wait to bite him but first, he needed to take care of him.

  The more his mate washed his body, the more boneless Cody became. Safe within the arms of his love, he found his home, the place he needed. He no longer had to live a double life because his mate knew about his ability and loved him just the same. Wait! Love? Cody examined the heart thread connecting them and saw love pumping through it. He smiled. He’d fallen in love the first time he scented Dylon. Cody looked at his wolf and found him just as boneless as he, lying on his back with his legs spread, eyes closed and tongue lolling from his mouth. He chuckled softly at the picture of his wolf “feeling groovy.”

  Dylon finished bathing his mate and then quickly washed himself before saying, “Let me get up first.” After getting out of the tub and quickly drying off, he lifted Cody out, setting him on his feet before rubbing him dry with a heated towel. Then, taking him by the hand, he led him to their bed and both climbed in. Spooning his mate, Dylon drew the covers over them and then whispered in Cody’s ear, “I love you ma moité, now and forever more. You are the keeper of my heart, the owner of my soul and the center of my universe. Sleep well, my darling, I will be here for you.”

  ~/~/~/~/~

  Colton finished up cleaning Dylon’s hospital room and put all the equipment back. What a shocker the evening had turned into. Cody had a Fated Mate! And it was his patient. Wow! He was entering the rest of his notes into Dylon’s chart when he felt Ian’s hands palming his dick. Turning around, he grabbed his mate’s cock and leaned in for a kiss. Softly brushing his tongue over Ian’s pouty lips, he took the lower one in between his teeth and bit gently. Letting go, his tongue sneaked out to sooth the bite with love. Colton said, “I have to stop in to see Jackson for a moment but then I need to be buried in your ass tonight, darling.”

  “I was hoping you would say that because I need you so badly.”

  Setting down Dylon’s chart, Colton turned his eyes to his mate, and taking his hand, led him upstairs to Jackson’s study where, after knocking, he heard Jackson’s muffled voice inviting him in. He found his brother on the speaker phone. Sitting and pulling Ian onto his lap, Colton waited.

  “Of course, Mrs. Royd. I’m also happy my brother found his Fated Mate.”

  Colton’s ears perked up. His brother must be speaking to Dylon’s mother.

  “Of course, you and your husband can visit but I really need to speak to Dylon in the morning first before giving permission.”

  “Oh, I know that,” she burbled. “But I just wanted to introduce myself and I am so happy about it. I always knew Dylon was going to get lucky and find love. Now, I know he’s gay but I didn’t see any reason that should stop the Fates from giving him a mate. I know my husband wasn’t so sure, but I told him ‘Franklin’—that’s what I call him when I’m a tiny bit peeved at him—I said, ‘Franklin, now you listen to me. The Fates have a special plan in mind for our boy and far be it from you to try to interfere.’ That’s right. I put my foot down and stopped any foolishness about Dylon’s gayness. Why, it’s as natural as sunlight. Anyway, after that, my husband got right on board and has been supportive ever since.”

  Jackson was trying hard to control his laughter. He couldn’t wait to meet Mrs. Royd—a soft spoken bundle of steel who would go all Mama Bear on anyone who dared to threaten her son and Fated Mate—just what Cody needed.

  Suddenly, Jackson heard a male voice in the background. “Who are you talking to?’

  “Dylon’s Alpha, Jackson of Blackwood Pack.”

  “Dammit, what did I tell you Lizzie? Are you trying to get Dylon in trouble with his Alpha? There’s procedure for this and Dylon said he would handle it in the morning. He isn’t going to like you calling.”

  “Oh, you hush now. Jackson sounds like a very nice Alpha and he doesn’t mind me calling,” Lizz
ie said to her husband before she continued with Jackson. “You aren’t angry with me calling are you, Alpha? It was just I was so excited. I wanted to pack tonight but Frank told me I couldn’t until Dylon got your permission for us to visit. But I really wanted to pack tonight so I thought if I called you then I would know tonight, and I could pack. You aren’t going to be angry with my boy, are you? He doesn’t know I made this call. Oh fiddlesticks! I didn’t mess up, did I?”

  “No, Mrs. Royd, tha…”

  “Call me Lizzie, please.”

  “No Lizzie, I don’t have a problem with you visiting Dylon and Cody, but I must make sure it’s okay with them. How about you go ahead and pack tonight and I’ll speak with them first thing in the morning.”

  “Oh, did you hear that Frank? He said I should pack right now.”

  “Gimme the phone and go pack, Lizzie.” There was a pause and then a man’s voice, probably Frank’s, was heard on the phone. “Please excuse my wife, Alpha Blackwood. We haven’t lived in a pack for many, many years and I’m afraid my wife has forgotten some of the protocols. Please, take your time and speak with Dylon and Cody at your convenience. Afterwards, Dylon will call me.”

  “Mr. Royd, I assure you I have no problem with your visit. But please understand, I must make sure both Dylon and Cody agree to it.”

  “I do understand. And again, my apologies.”

  “Not necessary. I understand how your wife feels as I’m also very happy my brother has found his Fated Mate. Till tomorrow, then.”

  “Yes. Good-bye Alpha Jackson.”

  Jackson hung up the phone and burst into laughter. “Oh, my gods, Dylon’s mom is such a character. I can’t wait to meet her.”

  “Why?” Colton asked.

  “I can’t explain it. You’ll have to meet her to see what I mean. But I’m looking forward to it.”

  “Has Steel met her? Oracle knows Dylon’s parents.”

  “No, he hasn’t as far as I know. Right now, he’s asleep because it’s his night for Daniel duty. I get to sleep through the night,” Jackson said with a smile as he rose.

  Colton snorted, “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, bro. I know if Daniel is screaming, you’ll be right there with Steel.”

  Chuckling, Jackson said, “Yeah, but don’t tell my mate that.”

  ~/~/~/~/~

  Franklin Royd hung up the phone. Pouring himself a cognac, he took it into his cherrywood-lined study. There he found the scents he loved but which Lizzie didn’t want in the rest of the house. Sitting in his well-worn leather club chair, he lit a Cuban cigar and inhaled the richness of it. Wolves didn’t generally smoke but a diplomatic mission to Cuba years ago showed him the error of that. Now in his study, he kept a ready supply, handy when he had thinking to do.

  Well, Dylon’s Fated Mate was Alpha Jackson Blackwood’s brother. Well good for my son. Oracle’s son was mated to Jackson and that piece of information gave him some of the assurances he needed to have about the pack his son had joined. That wasn’t what was bothering him tonight—no, it was what Dylon didn’t say about Silver Point Pack. Last time we talked, he was very happy there and had no plans to leave. So why did he? What happened and how did he meet someone from the Blackwood Pack?

  He didn’t pay much attention to Dylon’s employment as long as he was happy and wasn’t mistreated. He’d had his doubts about his son becoming an enforcer but he had to admit, it was the perfect job for him. But that all changed when the Blackwood Pack’s complaint was filed with the Council. The charges reverberated throughout the Council. If the allegations were true, it would be the first massacre of a complete wolf pack in a long time—something every Council member found hard to believe. But those beliefs were shaken when Blackwood Pack’s lawyer filed the paperwork showing the illegal kill-on-sight order Alpha Silver Point had been forced to withdraw. Then later, the videotape with Dylon talking about it showed up. He never asked his son about it nor did his son tell him about making it.

  Knowing about the animosity between the two packs immediately raised a red flag when his son told him who his Fated Mate was. There was no way Dylon could have met Cody at any joint pack meeting. So just how did my son meet a member of the Blackwood Pack? Drawing in on his cigar, he leaned back and blew the smoke out in a series of rings as he pondered about what his son did not say tonight. He knew they would be granted permission to visit, even if he had to use his Council credentials—though he was sure that wouldn’t be necessary. When he was there, he would insist on a private meeting with his son to find answers to all his questions.

  Chapter 8

  Waking slowly, Cody relished the quiet of the first morning in his mate’s arms, and inhaled Dylon’s addicting scent. He was fully rested because he hadn’t had any visions—the first time he could remember since they became so intense after the massacre. Stretching out lazily, he felt his cheeks nestling a hard cock. At the contact he remembered sucking that delightful and delicious cock last night and couldn’t wait to do it again this morning.

  Cody was an avowed bottom and had a strong submissive streak in him. Loving to be overpowered and controlled, he couldn’t have asked for a better mate than the one he was given. Dylon was large, heavily muscled and, as an enforcer, used to taking charge—all the qualities he loved in a bed partner. The cherry on top of his sex sundae was his mate’s mastery of giving blow jobs. The one I got last night was absofuckinglutely the best I ever had! Shit, I was close to becoming a pig dick!

  He’d heard that term describing men who loved blowjobs so much, they never came and had always thought it was an urban myth. After experiencing Dylon’s skill though, he knew it wasn’t. Lying against his mate, he smiled at the thought of a future filled with more of his mate’s blow jobs. Truth be told, Cody loved oral sex just as much as fucking, but had given up on finding someone who could give spectacular mouth action on his dick. The Fates, though, rewarded him with one who could. Yes, I’m a very contented mate.

  Hearing a knock on their bedroom door, Cody frowned. What the fuck, it’s my claiming morning. Knowing his mate was still asleep, he slid out from Dylon’s arms, left their bed and then pulled on his jeans before padding quietly over to the door. Opening it a crack, he saw Steel holding Daniel. “What’s up, man? Don’t you know this is sacred time between me and my mate?”

  “It’s not by choice, fucker. Your Alpha has requested to see you and your mate immediately. It seems Dylon’s mom has been calling ever since early morning.”

  Cody chuckled. He could only imagine what had been happening with his mate’s mother. “Yeah, I understand. I have to wake Dylon first. Tell Jackson we’ll be there soon.” Cody leaned out and gave his nephew a loud smacking kiss on his cheek which resulted in a fit of giggles.

  “Will do,” said Steel. “See you shortly. I’d like to eat my breakfast in peace, if you catch my drift.”

  Cody smirked, “So would I, if you catch my drift!”

  Steel growled, “Fuck off.” Then turned and walked down the hall.

  “Tsk, tsk, better not let Jackson hear you say that in front of you know who,” Cody said, getting a finger in reply. Closing the door, he leaned against it, looking at his mate who was now staring back. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, mate, that was Steel, Jackson’s mate. It seems your mother has been calling since early morning and my brother wants to see us about it.”

  Dylon groaned. That was his mother. All he could hope for was some understanding from his new Alpha. “Yeah, that’s my mom.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about it. If I know my brother, he’ll love her just as much as I do.”

  Dylon got out of bed and stood before his mate in his naked glory, “I hope some of my clothes were recovered because I don’t think my new Alpha will appreciate me showing up like this.”

  Cody’s eyes zeroed in on the sizable cock staring at him and his mouth began to water. Oh fuck, morning wood! Stalking over to his mate, he kept his eyes laser-trained on his goal. Reaching Dylon, he fell to his knees and ki
ssed the tip of his cock, staring back at him. Then grasping it with one hand, he ran his tongue over the crown before wrapping his mouth around his favorite sucker. Leaning forward, he swallowed it bit by bit, causing his mate to whimper with need. Reaching the base of his mate’s cock, he paused, letting the cock get tickled by his throat before sliding back up it. Looking up at his mate, his lips firmly surrounding Dylon’s cock, Cody winked.

  Then he turned back to the task at hand and proceeded to repeat his actions again and again, while listening to the increasing volume of Dylon’s cries of pleasure. Glancing up again, he saw his mate’s eyes darken with lust and need; his face was filled with passion. Burying the cock in his throat, Cody grabbed Dylon’s ball sack, holding it to prevent his nuts from retracting. After hearing a growl of frustration from his mate, Cody’s other hand sought out Dylon’s hole and pressed in—triggering multiple shots of creamy cum that flooded his throat.

  Dylon grabbed his mate’s head as he felt his cock shudder in Cody’s throat. Holy fuck was he ever going to stop? He could feel his balls emptying and when he finally had no more to give, his cock finally stopped pulsating. Breathing hard, he pulled his mate up and into his arms, kissing him, eager for a taste of himself.

  He deepened the kiss as his tongue sought every crevice for drops of his cum that might be hiding. Never before had he desired to do this but his mate made Dylon want things he never knew he wanted. Finally, leaning back, he caught Cody’s bottom lip in his teeth and pulled it before letting it go. “Thank you, my mate, I want to return the favor, but I think it’ll have to wait until I talk to your brother. Okay with you?”

  Cody nodded, knowing Steel would come looking for them if they weren’t in Jackson’s office soon. He could afford to be amenable now, since he’d his ‘breakfast’. “Let’s check the closet for your stuff.”

  After finding some of Dylon’s clothes, they dressed and made their way to Jackson’s office. Knocking and getting permission to enter, Cody opened the door and walked in with Dylon. Pulling the chairs opposite Jackson’s desk together, they sat, shoulders touching as they held hands.

 

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