An Ignited Passion

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  wondering and finally the time had come. His mate was in his arms.

  Wyatt pulled away from his mate’s neck and looked into his brown eyes. Everything was there, unconditional love, want, need. Wait, brown eyes? Wyatt tried to get closer and his mate backed off.

  “Wait, please don’t leave. I need to see you again.” Wyatt looked as his mate tilted his head then huffed quietly. Wyatt smiled and put his hand out. “Okay, I take it that means we will see each other again.” Wyatt closed his eyes as his mate nuzzled his face and neck. When he opened his eyes his mate was gone, a white blur running down the beach.

  Wyatt took his cell phone out and called the first person who came to mind his brother Grayson. The phone rang twice before Grayson’s husband, Taylor, answered. “Hey, Taylor, is Grayson around?”

  “Yup, how you doing, Wyatt? You get soap on a rope yet?” Taylor cracked up on his end.

  “Oh, ha fucking ha, Taylor.” Wyatt had to smile at his brother-in-law’s sense of humor, though. He was a good guy and madly in love with Grayson. Wyatt waited for his brother to get on the phone and he rolled his eyes at Grayson’s laughter; obviously Taylor was attacking him in some fashion. “Sheesh.”

  “Hey little shit,” Grayson laughed. “Well, guess what big brother? I saw my mate tonight.” Wyatt waited for some kind of reaction from his brother and heard nothing but silence. “Gray, did you hear what I said?”

  “What do you mean you saw your mate? In human form?” Grayson shot a look at Taylor on the bed next to him.

  “No, just like I’ve always said, he’s a white wolf. I was on the beach tonight and he showed up just as Sebastian did. I saw him, I felt him; it’s him, Gray. It was my mate.”

  “I’m so happy for you, Wyatt. When will you see him again?” “I don’t know but he made it clear that I would. I don’t understand though, if he’s my mate how come I couldn’t hear him?” Wyatt chewed at his lip. “Does that mean something? Like maybe we have to have sex or sumthin’?”

  Grayson cracked up and leaned into Taylor. “No, you just do. I heard Taylor loud and clear. Maybe you just need to spend time together, you know, when he’s in human form?”

  “Maybe,” Wyatt looked at the time. “I gotta get going back to the firehouse. I’ll call you sometime this week if my boss gives me time to breathe.”

  “Wait, what’s he like? Your boss?”

  “Preston?” Wyatt smiled and closed his eyes bringing up a vision of Preston. “He’s like nothing you’ve ever seen before. I mean he’s just beautiful, you know? He’s got all these muscles and his hair is like the color of clean hay and he’s got these eyes…” Wyatt sighed.

  “Sounds like you have a thing for your boss.” Grayson winked at Taylor. Wyatt’s eyes flew open. “Oh, I gotta run bro, love you.” Grayson hung up the phone and looked at Taylor. “He’s falling in love with Preston.”

  Taylor pulled Grayson on top of him and grabbed his ass. “Gimme some love, sugar.”

  “Well, alrighty then.” Grayson attacked his husband’s lips.

  Chapter Five

  Wyatt got back to the firehouse close to ten, it wasn’t that far of a walk for him and he needed that time to think. He’d found his mate, or his mate had finally found him. The connection was strong and the feelings were there so why couldn’t he hear his mate’s thoughts? Wyatt came in through the back door of the house and tiptoed up the stairs to his room. Preston’s light was on and Wyatt walked to his room and knocked softly on the door.

  “Yeah.” Wyatt cracked Preston’s door and peeked in. “Is it okay if I come in?” Wyatt’s eyes roamed Preston’s bare chest and his dick was up wanting a peek, too.

  “Sure,” Preston got out of bed and walked over to Wyatt. “Everything okay?” God, but Wyatt looked beautiful and when Wyatt had sunk his fingers into his fur at the beach he’d finally felt at home. “You seem, I don’t know, flustered?”

  “I saw my mate tonight.” Wyatt looked at Preston’s broad chest and swallowed hard. “Everyone told me I imagined him when I was seven, but I knew I hadn’t. I saw him tonight and he came to me.”

  “Oh, well I’m happy for you then. Nick says some werewolves never find their mates. You must be happy you finally found yours.”

  “I should be and in a way I am, but I can’t stop thinking about you.” Wyatt inched closer to Preston. “I should be happy and yet when I came back here I wanted to see you. I think about you all the time, Preston. I wonder what it would be like to kiss you because when you put your hands on me it feels like I’m on fire from your touch.” Wyatt walked closer and stood right in front of Preston. He put his hand on Preston’s chest and saw the goose bumps pop up. The skin was hot and Wyatt moved his other hand to rest on Preston’s pectoral muscle.

  “Your skin is so hot and smooth.” Wyatt leaned forward and brushed his lips across the soft skin on Preston’s chest. The scent was intoxicating and Wyatt felt his dick harden in his jeans. “Everything about you makes me want to kiss you, feel your hands all over me. So why is it I find my mate, but I want you?”

  Preston’s hands were shaking at his sides and the urge to kiss Wyatt was getting stronger by the second. Wyatt looked up at him just then and Preston groaned, pulling Wyatt’s face up to his own. Just looking at Wyatt’s lips made Preston want to taste him. After waiting eleven years, he wanted to know what it was like to kiss his mate. His thumb rubbed Wyatt’s deliciously full bottom lip.

  “Do you want me to kiss you, Wyatt?” “I do, I want to know what this is because I can’t stop thinking about you, wanting you, needing you.” Wyatt moved both hands up Preston’s chest and locked his fingers around Preston’s neck.

  “Please, kiss me.”

  Preston closed the remaining inches between them and brushed his lips softly over Wyatt’s; his skin went up in

  flames. Wyatt whimpered and then Preston couldn’t hold back anymore. He was vaguely aware of taking Wyatt’s shirt off and they were skin to skin. He wrapped his arms around Wyatt and picked him up. Wyatt’s mouth opened in a gasp and Preston slid in, taking his mate’s mouth. The heat in the room was like a four alarm blaze. Everything crackled around them as the energy pinged from their bodies. Preston let out a loud moan in Wyatt’s mouth. “Oh God, I want you so much.

  “Preston…” Wyatt whimpered as Preston took his mouth again, the warm mouth investigating his, tongues rubbing, teasing, and sliding over one another. Wyatt felt like he’d pass out not only from the heat but from the utter pleasure he was getting just from kissing Preston. Their cocks rubbed against each other through jeans and sweat pants and Wyatt wrapped his legs around Preston’s waist. “I want you.”

  They broke from the kiss breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Preston took in a deep breath and tried to put his thoughts together to form a coherent sentence. Just kissing Wyatt had knocked him for a loop. He wanted Wyatt naked on his bed, tasting every inch of that tanned, soft skin.

  “I want you too, Wyatt, but not here. Not in a firehouse full of men. I want us to be alone.”

  “Okay,” Wyatt nodded his head. That was the only word he could form at that moment. Every kiss he had ever had with Sebastian paled in comparison to Preston’s. His body was going haywire just being in Preston’s arms. Wyatt pulled away to look into Preston’s eyes and saw what looked like love there, but it couldn’t be - they had just met. The brown eyes looked right through him into his soul and Wyatt felt his heart beat in his ears. “When?”

  “After the barbeque this weekend, I’ll make you dinner, okay?” Preston reluctantly put Wyatt back down on the floor and caressed his face. He had to have one more taste of him. He moved his hand to the back of Wyatt’s neck and threaded his fingers through the soft hair, pulling Wyatt’s face up to his.

  “I love your lips,” Preston

  whispered, brushing his lips across Wyatt’s and sliding his tongue across Wyatt’s bottom lip. “The way you taste, I could kiss you all night and it wouldn’t be enough. Tell me, Wyatt, how
do I make you feel? Does your heart beat just a little faster or is it pounding in your chest when I touch you? Does it hurt when you are away from me? Like something’s missing but you’re not quite sure what it is?”

  “Drunk, pounding, yes, oh God, kiss me again.” Wyatt’s eyes closed as Preston’s tongue slid into his mouth again; his dick was so hard it was drilling a hole in his pants. Preston’s hands were sliding up his bare back as the kiss became passionate again and then Wyatt was hanging onto Preston with both hands. His legs shook and his head spun as Preston dove deep, taking his mouth in a kiss so explosive Wyatt’s whole body was dripping with sweat and his breathing was labored. Their lips moved and their tongues met and Wyatt’s legs were going out by the time Preston broke the kiss. Wyatt wrapped his arms around Preston and sighed against his skin.

  “I don’t want to let go.” Preston kissed Wyatt’s head, running his nose through the delicious scent of his hair. He took Wyatt’s hand and looked into his eyes. “I promise we will be alone, okay? You should get to bed though, all right?” Preston walked Wyatt to the door. He had to get him out before he lost all control. “Goodnight, Wyatt,” he whispered.

  Preston watched Wyatt walk to his own room and turn to look at him. Preston smiled and Wyatt walked into his room and shut the door. Preston leaned up against his own door and took deep breaths trying to control his lupine side. It was getting harder to mask his scent and hearing Wyatt crying on the beach had almost done him in. He’d wanted to shift and show Wyatt that he was his mate. Preston ran his fingertips over his tingling lips, he could still taste Wyatt, feel his heat seared into his skin. He’d always loved Wyatt, now he was in love with him.

  ~~*~~ On the morning of the barbeque, the entire crew was in the kitchen cooking. Ribs were marinating, burgers were handmade and chicken was slowly roasting. Wyatt was running around the kitchen making sure the ovens were all ready for the enormous amount of food that was going to be served. Potato salad, chili, cornbread and all sorts of other side dishes sat on the table. The grills were all up and ready in the back of the firehouse. Coolers lined up against the building were filled not only with beer but every soda you could think of. Kids were running all over the place as the chief had opened up a hydrant for them.

  Wyatt leaned against the wall smiling at all the kids running through the water. He knew his time here was almost up; he had been at the firehouse for almost two months now and in that time he had fallen in love with Preston. It was crazy, you were supposed to fall in love with your mate and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about Preston. His father was coming to the barbecue, along with his brothers and some of the Denali pack. Nick was making his way up the street in his patrol car, siren blasting for the kids’ amusement. Wyatt waved as Nick got out of the squad car, arms full of dishes. Wyatt ran down to help.

  “Hey, what is all this?” Wyatt laughed trying to juggle Tupperware. “The whole block comes out for this.” Nick shifted a paper bag to his hip. “How have you been Wyatt? The judge tells me Preston gave you a glowing report.”

  “He did?” Wyatt smiled and looked at the firehouse. It had become a home to him now. Preston had become home. Wyatt looked at Nick and tried to figure out how to broach the subject of mates. “Nick, do you always know when you meet your mate? I mean is it like this lightning bolt that hits you?”

  “I wish I personally knew kid, but from what I hear it’s like that. You get this shock in your body and it goes haywire and then you can’t think about anything else but your mate,” Nick stopped and looked at Wyatt. “Why, do you think you’ve found your mate?”

  Wyatt looked at the firehouse. Preston was out front with a couple of the guys, he was shirtless and in shorts shaking his ass to the music blaring from the boom box. “Yeah, I think I did.”

  More and more people showed up as the morning turned into afternoon; it seemed as if all of Seattle was at the firehouse. Wyatt watched Preston’s movements throughout the morning. The thought of being alone with him tonight had his skin buzzing with excitement. He wanted to kiss him, feel Preston’s hands on his bare flesh. Music blasted, all the guys lined up to dance to “Party Up” by DMX and Wyatt almost pissed his pants as they did a dance for the crowd. Preston rolled his hips in a slow circle and Wyatt’s mouth dropped open as Preston’s hand traveled down his chest slowly. There were twenty other men standing with Preston and Wyatt didn’t see any of them; his eyes were focused on the man he was in love with. He was so focused on Preston he didn’t see his family show up until he heard Sawyer’s voice in his ear.

  “Well, hot damn, baby brother. No wonder you want to stay here for more service,” Sawyer snickered.

  Wyatt turned and threw his arms around Sawyer’s neck. “Hi!” “Wow,” Sawyer held his brother close. “I missed you, little shit.” Sawyer smiled and pulled away from his brother. “We brought some guests. You remember Tucker and Wesley from the Denali pack?”

  Wyatt smiled and hugged Tucker and Wesley, they had helped when Dakota had been kidnapped. They hadn’t aged a day it seemed, but being a werewolf gave you a youthful appearance for a long time. His dad was in his fifties and didn’t look a day over thirty. Wyatt’s eyes met with his dad’s. There was a smile there and Wyatt flew into his arms.

  “I’m so sorry, Dad.” “It’s okay, Wyatt, I’m just glad you learned a lesson. You did learn a lesson right?” John chuckled softly. He held his son in his arms and closed his eyes. Wyatt would always be his little boy.

  “I did, Dad, I really did.” Wyatt looked at all the firemen still dancing and his eyes met Preston’s. Wyatt’s senses picked up on arousal and he looked around trying to pinpoint it.

  He heard a gasp and looked down the line of men. Tucker was watching one of the firemen and his hands were shaking by his sides.

  Wyatt followed Tucker’s line of sight but couldn’t pinpoint anyone. “Which one, Tucker?” “I, I don’t know, I can’t tell, they are all so close together.” Tucker tried to pinpoint the smell, it was damn arousing and he was getting hard.

  “We’ll figure it out. Come on guys, let’s go mingle.” Wyatt grabbed his dad’s hand. “I want you to meet the guy I’ve fallen in love with, Dad.”

  John smiled. His son had found his mate and fallen in love. Preston had waited eleven years to be with Wyatt, waited patiently for him to be old enough and in the end, he had gotten him.

  “I can’t wait, son.”

  ~~

  Wyatt watched his family mingle with his new firehouse family. His father was in deep conversation with Preston and they seemed to be getting along. Olivia was sitting on Sean’s lap drinking a soda and she winked at him when their eyes met. Once she had gotten past Big Red’s shy demeanor he had opened up and had asked her out. She couldn’t say yes fast enough. His brothers were all dancing with their husbands and Wyatt couldn’t help but smile. Even though he had met his mate at the beach he considered Preston his true mate. Wyatt knew he would have to go back to the beach and try to explain to his mate that he’d fallen in love with someone else.

  Wyatt made his way to Tucker and they watched all the firemen. Most of them had changed into their turnouts and walked around bare-chested for the women hanging around; he’d been informed that they did it once a year. Wyatt almost felt sorry for Tucker having to try and find the proverbial needle in a haystack. They made the rounds and Wyatt watched all his newfound brothers looking for some kind of sign as to which one was Tucker’s mate. And then it was there. They’d made their way over to the keg and Wyatt saw Austin’s skin break out in goose bumps, he shivered and turned around.

  “Hey, Wyatt,” Austin smiled at Wyatt and his friend. At first glance Austin could swear the guy had green eyes, now as he took a second glance they were hazel, with gold exploding around the iris. The man was breathtaking and Austin felt his skin heating. “Um, who’s your friend?”

  Wyatt pushed Tucker forward and smiled when Austin licked his lips looking at Tucker.

  “This is a friend of the family, T
ucker Storm.” “Hey man, Austin Jacobson. It’s nice to meet you.” Austin put his hand out and Tucker shook it. Austin felt his cheeks heat. “Um, so where are you from?”

  “I’ll just be going now,” Wyatt smiled at Austin and Tucker. If Austin wasn’t gay he had a big surprise coming his way. Wyatt made his way over to Wesley; the guy was looking over the crowd in a slow sweep. “What’s up?”

  Wesley looked at Wyatt. “My mate is here, my skin is on fire.” Wesley scanned the crowd. His eyes locked onto a fireman. “Shit,” he whispered. “That’s him.”

  “Where?” Wyatt looked in the direction Wesley was. “Oh, no.”

  “What?” Wesley looked at Wyatt. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s Kurt,” Wyatt sighed. “He’s so far from gay it’s ridiculous.”

  “Of course he is,” Wesley sighed. Wyatt watched as Kurt raised an eyebrow and then to his surprise made his way over to him and Wesley.

  “Wyatt, who’s your friend?” Kurt smiled at the man.

  “Um, this is Wesley Foster. Wes, this is Kurt Maguire.” “Nice to meet you,” Wesley put his hand out and Kurt’s enveloped it. The warmth from the touch sent a delicious tingle down his spine and Wesley could tell Kurt had been affected as well.

  Kurt’s body went up in flames. What the fuck? He tried to compose himself and smiled. “So, where are you from?”

  “Well, I’ll just let you two get acquainted,” Wyatt winked. Wyatt walked back to where Preston was and just stopped to look at him. He was smiling at something Xander was saying and his whole face lit up. Wyatt’s heart rate went through the roof. His family liked Preston, everything was perfect. Wyatt walked over to Preston and slipped his arms around his neck.

  Preston’s arms came around him and Wyatt relaxed into Preston. “How long do we have to stay here?” Wyatt whispered in Preston’s ear.

  “Why, Wyatt Quinton,” Preston chuckled. “You little slut, you.” “Only with you,” Wyatt looked into Preston’s eyes. He swore he’d seen them before, knew he had but couldn’t