Bailey Bradford - Southwestern Shifters 07 - Revolution

by Bailey Bradford

  “Okay.” Nathan nodded curtly, “I believe you. It’s not always bulk and brawn that gets the job done anyway.” He glanced at Marcus. “And another option is to ambush him, like—”

  “No.” Luuk wouldn’t have that. “I won’t wait in some dark corner and come at him from behind. I want an honest fight, as it should be.”

  “But it wasn’t, not in the first place,” Nathan pointed out. “He didn’t challenge you, he took the coward’s way—” He bit his lip for a second then said, “Probably I should shut up. I keep forgetting the guy is your brother.”

  “I’d like to think about this for a while.” Luuk didn’t believe he would come up with any better ideas. Drawing Luther out was a must, but he didn’t want to be dishonest about it, although if push came to shove, he’d force a confrontation somehow or another, even if it was in the middle of a crowded street in Amsterdam.

  “All right. Let’s talk it over at breakfast.” Marcus offered his hand to Luuk and Jamie both, and Nathan did the same. Adam and even Todd were even friendlier, both of them hugging Luuk as well as Jamie. They said their goodnights then Luuk took Jamie’s hand.

  “Grab the laptop, would you, love?” Jamie stretched for it and Luuk used his other hand to trace the curve of Jamie’s spine all the way to his ass. “So sweet,” he murmured when Jamie gasped. With everyone else gone, Luuk didn’t see any reason to make either of them wait any longer.

  Jamie looked over his shoulder, eyes dark with lust. “Luuk—here?”

  Luuk let go of Jamie’s hand. “Yes. Here.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Jamie left off messing with the laptop and Luuk caught his arm, spinning him back around. Jamie’s lips parted and Luuk’s wolf responded, howling with need. It wasn’t just his beast that needed Jamie, but Luuk himself. He needed to make Jamie come apart for him, feel him shiver and hear him cry out.

  “Yes,” Jamie scraped out, trembling and pressing close. Luuk brought his hand up from Jamie’s butt to his nape. He held tight and guided Jamie’s head back.

  Luuk slanted his mouth over Jamie’s and moaned as he tasted Jamie. He slid his other hand down and around, palming Jamie’s cock through his jeans, and Jamie whimpered. Luuk growled, aggression welling up, not to hurt, but to mark his mate, to claim him again.

  Jamie’s hands were on his ass, kneading, pressing him closer so that Luuk had to tug his hand out from between them. He wrapped it around the back of Jamie’s thigh, then dragged his palm up until his fingers were rubbing Jamie’s balls. Jamie bit at his lips, his tongue, and Luuk growled again, plundering Jamie’s mouth as he spun them.

  The couch was the closest surface and he stopped beside it to pull Jamie off him. Jamie struggled, not fighting him, but making him work to turn Jamie around. “You’re wanting something, Jamie?”

  Jamie grunted and narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know what I want, other than that it’s you. I need…” He stopped and squeezed his cock. “More.”

  “I’ll give you everything you need, love, always,” Luuk promised. He saw the image that flashed through Jamie’s mind, Mika’s big hand landing on Gabe’s ass. Luuk was going to make sure Jamie melted for him, but he’d leave Mika and Gabe to play with the spanking for now. Later, perhaps, when it was only he and Jamie…

  Luuk pulled Jamie to him again and the kiss he gave Jamie wasn’t gentle by any means. Jamie clung to him hard enough to leave bruises, his nails biting into Luuk’s skin. Luuk pushed his hands under Jamie’s shirt at the same time Jamie reached under his. Jamie scored his back, fiery trails fuelled by the same want driving Luuk. Luuk tore at Jamie’s pants, uncaring of how they came off, as long as Jamie wasn’t hurt and he was nude.

  He bit and sucked Jamie’s lips, the coppery tang of blood hitting his tongue. It made Luuk fierce, his need pulsing. Jamie went wild for him, ripping Luuk’s shirt and battling him at his waistband. By the time they were naked, Luuk knew they both had some wounds, and every one of them would be throbbing as they fucked.

  He left off sucking Jamie’s mouth to bite at his neck, leaving a trail of purple marks down the length of it while Jamie rutted against him. Jamie’s cock was hard and scalding Luuk’s thigh. He wedged it between Jamie’s legs, giving Jamie something more to hump.

  “Fuck,” Jamie rasped, drawing the word out over several thrusts. Luuk didn’t warn him; Jamie’s climax was near. The scent of his pre-cum grew stronger and his hips stuttered. Luuk bit, marking Jamie in the elemental way his wolf needed, he needed. Jamie keened and jolted, and cum spurted onto Luuk’s thigh and hip.

  His own cock was hard, wet-tipped with proof of his desire, but Luuk wasn’t going to come until he had Jamie’s tight ass wrapped around his shaft. He suckled the bite until Jamie stopped undulating against him, then Luuk carefully extracted his teeth from the wound and lapped at the blood seeping from it.

  Jamie’s dick wasn’t exactly hard, but it wasn’t far from it. Luuk spun him around and pushed, and in seconds he had Jamie down, one leg hiked up on the couch, the other on the floor. Jamie began panting, moaning softly as he rolled his head against the couch cushion. “Please, please…”

  Luuk spread Jamie’s cheeks and licked over his opening. Jamie’s musky scent and flavour fired his need higher. He pushed his ass hard, making his hole gape as Luuk tongued it.

  “Fuck me,” Jamie started with, then said it repeatedly as Luuk pressed his tongue into his ass. Luuk sucked the furled skin and dug his thumbs into the fleshy globes he was holding apart.

  Jamie shrieked and clawed at the couch, the floor, Luuk didn’t know what all. He kept eating Jamie’s ass until Jamie sobbed, then he surged up and held his cock. Jamie’s need was driving into him, stronger even than his own. Luuk put his tip to Jamie’s hole. He rubbed over that spit-slick skin, Jamie’s warmth and the clenching of his ring almost making Luuk spurt all over his ass.

  “Now,” Luuk gritted out. He kept one hand on Jamie’s ass and thrust hard, sinking into his welcoming heat.

  “Luuk!” Jamie shouted, arching beautifully for him. “Fuck me!”

  Luuk was going to do just that. He let go of his cock and grabbed Jamie’s shoulder, then shoved the rest of the way in. Jamie’s muscles contracted around him, pulling on his cock. Luuk bit his cheek, needing the pain to distract him before he brought this lovemaking to an early end. He bottomed out, his balls slapping against Jamie’s, only to pull out fully and drive in again.

  Jamie cursed and whined as Luuk kept at it, completely withdrawing and sinking all the way back in. He loved the way Jamie’s inner walls massaged his cock, the way Jamie’s back was sheened with sweat, the way he quivered, his flanks shaking almost constantly.

  Luuk pounded into Jamie faster, not pulling out more than halfway. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back as he tightened his hold on his mate. Jamie kept making sounds, amazing, wordless sounds, as if every drive in shoved them out of him. Luuk’s brain was melting, his body on fire, his wolf ravenous for his mate.

  But Luuk wanted more, he always wanted more of Jamie. He thrust in and ground against Jamie’s ass, opening his eyes to watch the way Jamie’s butt bounced for him.

  “C’mere,” Luuk grunted, locking his arms around Jamie. He rocked back onto his heels then sat, bringing Jamie down on him. “Ride me.”

  Jamie mewled and reached back with one hand, fisting Luuk’s hair. His other was on his cock, stripping it as he started fucking himself onto Luuk’s dick.

  “Yeah, love, just like that,” Luuk got out just before his balls began tingling, drawing up to his body. Luuk wasn’t ready, not yet. He pushed back the rising climax, wanting to feel Jamie as long as possible.

  Jamie rose up and slammed back down, his movements jarring in a way that only made Luuk hornier. He pulled Jamie down on again and again, then snarled as need clouded his mind, took over his body. Holding back wasn’t in the forecast anymore.

  Luuk tipped them both forward, keeping an arm around Jamie so he didn’t faceplant the floor. He
had to pull out, which made them both whimper, but he needed to see Jamie, to look in his eyes. Luuk rolled Jamie to his back, Jamie as eager as he was. Jamie’s cock was swollen, the tip fat and deep red from Jamie’s fist. Luuk bent and licked the tip and Jamie yelled, eyes going wide.

  “S-stop or I’ll come,” Jamie got out.

  Luuk grinned and rose up on his knees. He pushed Jamie’s legs apart then brought Jamie’s heels onto his shoulders. He lined up his cock and leant forward, down, letting Jamie’s body suck him right in.

  Jamie moaned and his eyelids fluttered, but he didn’t close them or look away from Luuk. Luuk got a hold of Jamie’s dick, prying Jamie’s hand off it so he could take over. He wanted all of Jamie’s pleasure to come from him, the primal need too strong to ignore. Luuk pulled until Jamie’s hips were up. The silky heat of Jamie’s inner walls was too much. Luuk didn’t even get to a steady thrust—he fucked Jamie without restraint, keeping his fist pumping Jamie’s shaft.

  Luuk didn’t know which of them were making what sounds, and he didn’t care. There were shouts, curses, keens and howls, other sounds he couldn’t describe. Jamie’s flesh was throbbing in his hand, and Luuk wanted everything from his mate.

  He leant forward slightly and his cock rubbed over Jamie’s gland. Jamie screeched, there was no other word for that sound, and his eyes grew wide before snapping shut as cum shot from his slit.

  His ass clamped tight around Luuk’s cock, and Luuk bellowed as well, his vision going bright then grey as he shoved in so deep he felt like he’d never be separated from Jamie. The first jet of cum fired up from his nuts and it was almost painful, perfect, making Luuk’s head spin. He jerked and thrust again, then a third time, before holding still and just letting Jamie milk the spunk right from him.

  It took him several minutes to get to where he wasn’t lightheaded and could breathe without shuddering. Luuk opened his eyes and saw that Jamie was all but asleep. Jamie’s eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in gentle waves, his lips parted. Luuk hated to do it, but there was no other choice. He carefully pulled out, dragging a grumbled curse or two from Jamie.

  Jamie didn’t open his eyes, though, and Luuk smiled tenderly as his mate. He touched the bite mark on his shoulder, the high arch of Jamie’s cheekbone, the soft skin beneath his earlobe. Once Luuk thought he could stand, he did so. A glance told him their clothes were pretty much useless. He shrugged and squatted, and in short order had Jamie in his arms. It was time for him to get his mate to bed.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Mem’s insistence that they, along with the North American AA and their friends, have breakfast in the dining room away from the other shifters made Jameson feel almost snobbish. In light of the discussion they were about to have, privacy was important.

  “Maybe we should have a bedroom breakfast,” Jameson said to Luuk while they were waiting for the others to join them. “Just in case anyone here isn’t on our side, and with our sharp hearing…”

  Luuk grunted and got up from his chair. “I’ll let Mem know.” In short order, Jameson and Luuk were walking back to their room. Jaq and several other young women and men were bringing a table and chairs behind them.

  “What is this, a convoy?” someone hollered from the entrance to the hallway. Jameson grinned and looked back over his shoulder at the same time Luuk did. They waved at Gabe and Mika.

  “Yeah, kinda,” Jameson told him, “So don’t hold it up by lagging behind.”

  “Lagging behind?” There was enough ire in Gabe’s voice to make Jameson laugh as he and Luuk opened the bedroom door. After some rearranging, there was a decent breakfast area for them and their guests. Gabe cocked on hip and leaned against Mika. “Well, la-ti-da, baby, you may need to bump up your status if it’d get us a herd of cute young things waiting on us hand and foot. But I’d want ’em to be legal.”

  “You don’t want any cute young things at all,” Mika growled, narrowing his eyes at Gabe as Gabe smirked. “You like grumpy and rough.”

  “Well, duh.” Gabe rolled his eyes just as a knock sounded on the door. “I’ll get it!”

  Marcus, Nathan, Todd and Adam were followed in by Jaq and the other younger shifters carrying platters of food. Jameson’s stomach growled, and his wasn’t the only one. He’d bet everyone in the room—well, the mated pairs—had been up to some very vigorous activities last night.

  “And this morning,” Luuk thought. “Or have you forgotten?” He cupped Jameson’s ass and squeezed.

  Jameson had to clench his teeth against a whine, because his ass was sore, there was no two ways about it. It’d been a long time since he and Luuk had been able to love on each other so much. Since before Jameson had been turned.

  Luuk flinched as if he’d been pinched and Jameson immediately sought to reassure him, opening his mind up to share the joy he was feeling. There were no recriminations for his mate. Luuk didn’t look wholly relieved, but he did kiss Jameson and pull out his chair. Jameson sat as did the others.

  Adam took the seat beside Jameson’s and promptly elbowed him. “Well, don’t you look smug this morning? And you’re moving kind of gingerly, aren’t you?”

  “Fuck you,” Jameson said, snorting out a laugh as Adam flipped him off. “You’ve got the hickey on your neck, not me.”

  Adam’s eyes went wide and he slapped a hand over the little purple mark. “What? No, it’s—”

  “He burnt himself with the curling iron,” Gabe tossed from across the table. “And that had to be a hell of a curling iron, considering how fast he heals.”

  Todd made a choking sound and turned reddish purple, so Jameson laid off on the teasing for now. Gabe did too, showing Jameson that he wasn’t just a smartass willing to run roughshod over someone for a joke.

  “Have you thought about your options?” Marcus asked once the shifters serving the food had left.

  Luuk glanced at Jameson then nodded. “Yes, we have. Jameson and I both think I’ve done enough hiding. Instead of taking in a whole troop of shifters, if we could just have perhaps a dozen accompany us, I’d prefer to go directly to Luther’s pack.” Marcus started to speak but Luuk held up a finger. “Please, let me finish. If you’d care to have your other guards surrounding the city or staged at places nearby where they could get to Jameson and keep him safe, should it not go well, that would be appreciated.”

  That was the part of the plan Jameson had argued with Luuk over. He’d finally quit, because it was stressing Luuk out, but Jameson knew that if Luuk fell—if he died—he’d stay there and fight to the death too. There was no way he wanted to go on without the one person he loved more than anything else.

  Marcus looked at Jameson as did everyone else. Adam was the one Jameson couldn’t look away from, and Adam, despite the years apart, knew him well. He gave the slightest twitch of the lips. Adam wasn’t happy with his decision, but he’d make sure Jameson got what he needed, even if that meant death. Not that Adam would hurt him, but he wouldn’t drag Jameson out of a fight he was going to lose, if Luuk were gone. Jameson suspected Adam wouldn’t want to hang around if Todd died, either.

  “We’ll take care of Jameson should your death occur, but I think we’d all rather you simply live, and kill Luther.” Marcus held his fork above a pile of scrambled eggs. “Are you going to be able to do what needs to be done, Luuk? I’m not saying you’re weak, but Luther is your brother. I don’t think I could…”

  Nathan patted Marcus’ shoulder. “But Aidan isn’t like Luther, honey. Totally different situation.”

  Luuk nodded as he took a bite of food. He chewed and swallowed, took a drink of juice before answering. The look in his eyes made Jameson ache for him. There wasn’t regret there, but anger, and the promise of death. “Luther isn’t my brother. He’s a traitor who has killed scores of innocent shifters, and who has tried, for three years now, to kill me and Jameson. He’s a twisted fuck who wants Maarten so bad he can’t see straight. That’s the only reason Maarten is still alive. Luther can’
t bear to kill him, and he’s not strong enough to force Maarten to submit to him. He’s holding out some ridiculous hope that Maarten will look at him and fall head over heels.”

  “They aren’t mates, are they?” Mika asked when no one else spoke up. “Could that even happen between brothers?”

  “Half-brothers,” Luuk pointed out, “and, God, who knows? Maybe if Fate was feeling particularly bastardish the day she was picking out mates. As far as I know, in the records we have that go back centuries, no such thing has occurred.”

  “So it really is a twisted fascination Luther has with Maarten, not an uncontrollable urge as mates have,” Nathan said. “Well…ick.”

  Gabe gulped down his mouthful of food and nodded. “Although when Marcus and Aidan hugged and were naked, it was pretty hot.”

  Marcus scowled and Gabe snickered. “What? It’s the truth. It’s like…instant boner, seeing y’all hug. Even Mika—ooph.” Gabe turned and gave Mika an incredulous look. “You just…you just elbowed me! You ass!”

  Mika actually looked a little frightened, as if he’d acted on instinct…a flawed instinct. “I, uh. Um. Was…moving. I was just trying to—”

  “Shut me up before I told Marcus you sprung wood watching him and Aidan hug,” Gabe finished. Mika turned the same shade of purple Todd had been and closed his eyes as he tipped his head down.

  Marcus looked rather like he was preening, Jameson thought, as the North American AA winked at Mika. “Can’t blame you for enjoying the show. We are pretty hot, although I am the sexier one of the two.”

  Gabe rolled his eyes so hard Jameson could almost hear the tendons and whatever held his eyeballs in groaning under the strain. “Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Anyway. Leave my mate alone— I’ve humiliated him enough for elbowing me. Accidentally. My. Ass.”