An Ignited Passion

by Sandrine Gasq-Dion

  “Wyatt?” Preston opened his eyes and saw a blurry Wyatt crouched over him. “I heard you…”

  “Listen, we don’t have a lot of time.” Wyatt kissed Preston’s lips. “You have to tell them you got out on your own, okay? And for fuck’s sake act injured.”

  Preston chuckled softly and wiped his head. “Shouldn’t be too hard,” “Are you okay?” Wyatt helped Preston to his feet. “I am now,” Preston caressed Wyatt’s soot covered face. “Thank you, Wyatt.”

  “I love you.” Wyatt pulled Preston into his arms and held him. It felt so damn good he never wanted to let go.

  Sean coughed quietly and looked down the side of the building. “Hey guys, this is sweet and all but we have to go. Wyatt, go all the way around and meet us by the ambulance okay?”

  “Okay, see you in a few.” Wyatt took one last look at Preston and ran. “Well,” Sean put his arm around Preston. “Let’s hit it.” Chaos erupted as Sean walked out to the front of the building holding Preston up. Wyatt ran around the other side of the building and merged with the crowd before running into the group of

  firefighters. Sean nodded to Wyatt to get into the ambulance with Preston while he stayed behind to explain.

  “We’ll see you at the hospital, Wyatt,” Sean winked. “It’s good to see you, kiddo.”

  Wyatt smiled as the doors closed. He held Preston’s hand and kissed the knuckles softly. The EMTs were setting Preston up with an IV and put an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. Wyatt watched as they cleaned the blood off of Preston’s forehead. One of them looked up and Wyatt gasped.

  “Kellan?” Wyatt said. “Yep, and Jude,” Kellan motioned to his partner. “Scott’s driving. Don’t worry, Wyatt. He’s going to be fine.”

  “Is he your boyfriend now?” Jude smiled. Wyatt smiled and caressed

  Preston’s face. “Yeah, he is.” Wyatt watched the lights of Harborview Medical Center come into view and he leaned down to whisper into Preston’s ear. “It’s going to be okay, I love you.”

  Wyatt jumped out of the ambulance and followed as far as he could. He stood in front of the ER doors and watched as they took his mate away. Wyatt walked to the waiting room chairs and sat down in a daze. The reality hit and Wyatt broke down; the sobs wracked his body as he let out the pain of the last two weeks and the thoughts of the time he’d wasted being angry with Preston. Wyatt felt strong arms coming around him and looked up to see Sean’s sad smile. Wyatt hugged Sean and cried. More and more firefighters arrived as the night wore on, most of them pacing the halls waiting for word. Wyatt was wearing a hole in the floor. He clenched and unclenched his hands waiting; he just wanted to see Preston. It seemed like days instead of hours and finally a doctor came out and cleared his throat.

  “Mr. Dalton is going to be just fine. He has a concussion and some smoke inhalation but we are taking good care of him.”

  Wyatt ran to the doctor. “Can I see him please?” “Are you Wyatt?”

  “I am,” Wyatt nodded.

  “This way please,” the doctor motioned through the doors. Wyatt looked back at Preston’s firefighter brothers and smiled at them. “I’ll tell him you guys are all here.” Wyatt followed the doctor down the hallway and they stopped in front of a door. Wyatt looked up at the doctor. “Thank you.”

  “I believe Preston’s injuries would have been much worse if he was a normal human being,” the doctor smiled. “But we both know that’s not the case.”

  Wyatt’s mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?” The doctor put his hand out. “Doctor Alexander Romasko; it’s a pleasure see you again, Wyatt.”

  “We’ve met?” Wyatt asked. “You were much younger, but yes. My pack and I were in Denali, we merged with Wayne’s pack as well as yours,” Alexander smiled; Wyatt didn’t believe him.

  Wyatt stood there unable to speak until the doctor’s eyes shifted to his lupine counterpart.

  “Holy shit,” he whispered. “Take good care of him, Wyatt. You will be seeing me more often. We can’t have mere humans poking around our anatomy now can we? I have sedated him, but he should be coming around soon. I can’t have him up and running around right after an accident like that. Suspicious, don’t you think?”

  “Uh huh,” Wyatt watched the doctor wink and make his way back toward the waiting room. Wyatt opened the door and saw Preston on the bed, an IV drip hung next to the bed and soft beeping could be heard. Wyatt took the chair next to the bed and took Preston’s hand. “I’m here, Preston.” Wyatt looked at Preston’s beautiful face. He lifted the bandage from Preston’s forehead; the cut had already healed. He smiled, taped it back down and looked at his mate’s lips.

  “I love you so much, Preston, I’m so sorry,” Wyatt whispered. He kissed Preston’s lips and closed his eyes, sending the message mentally. “I’m going to stay right here until you wake up.” Wyatt crawled into the bed carefully and settled into Preston’s warm body. He closed his eyes and hoped that the morning brought his mate back to him.

  Chapter Nine

  Preston’s eyes opened to sunlight filtering across the bed. A hand was in his and he looked over to see Wyatt asleep, their fingers threaded together. Preston smiled and ran his free hand through Wyatt’s soft hair. He could hear Wyatt’s voice in his head even though he was asleep. Wyatt kept saying ‘I love you’ over and over. Wyatt moaned and moved his head as Preston ran his fingers through his hair and caressed his cheek.

  “Hey, babe,” Preston whispered. Wyatt looked up. “You’re awake.” “I am,” Preston looked out the window. “How long have I been out?”

  “Twelve hours. The doctor sedated you to keep you from running around,” Wyatt grinned.

  “That does sound like me.” Preston caressed Wyatt’s face. “I’m so sorry, Wyatt—”

  “Don’t,” Wyatt put his arm over Preston’s waist and snuggled into his neck. “I don’t care anymore. The most important thing now is that we are together. I love you, Preston, and I’ll never leave you again.”

  Preston kissed Wyatt’s forehead. “Good, because I’m never letting you go.” “I wonder when you’ll be

  discharged.” Wyatt looked up at Preston and kissed his chin.

  “Why, you got plans for me?” Preston smiled and pulled Wyatt closer to him.

  “Oh yes,” Wyatt pulled Preston to his lips. The kiss started slow and then a fire ignited in Wyatt as Preston’s hands slid to his waist. His shirt was off and Preston was hovering over him before he knew what was happening. “Preston…” Wyatt breathed.

  “We should take this to the

  apartment.” Preston looked at Wyatt’s sweat-covered face.

  “Yes,” Wyatt nodded. “We should do that.” “Good, because I want to show you how much I missed you,” Preston nuzzled Wyatt’s nose.

  Wyatt sat up and glanced at the time. “I’ll go find the doctor.”

  “Hurry,” Preston smacked Wyatt’s ass as he got out of the bed. “Slut,” Wyatt chuckled.

  “Yup.”

  Preston got out of bed after Wyatt left and looked around the room. A duffle bag sat in the corner and he opened it finding his jeans and a T-shirt along with his sneakers. He slipped his clothing on and turned to see the door to his room open and his fellow firefighters smiling at him. Austin and Kurt grinned, along with Cole and Chaz. Sean walked over to him and hugged him.

  “Dude, I thought for sure you’d be crispy,” Sean kissed Preston’s head. “Aw come on guys,” Kurt sighed. “You know I’m not used to that shit yet.” “Come here sexy,” Austin grabbed Kurt.

  “Ew! Get off!” Kurt laughed. “Here?” Austin looked around and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay man, but if I get busted for jacking off…”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Kurt sighed in frustration. Sean chuckled. “We just saw Wyatt. He’s filling out your release forms. So I take it everything’s good?”

  “Yeah,” Preston smiled.

  “Everything’s great.” He eyed Kurt. “So how’s Wesley?”

  Kurt blushed. “Come o
n guys, you know we just hang out.” Sean eyed Kurt with a grin. “Dude, I’m not even gay and I can say that man is male model material.”

  “How is Olivia?” Preston nudged Sean.

  “She’s good, she sends her love,” Sean winked. They all looked at Kurt and waited. “Oh, what?” Kurt threw his hands up in the air. “Look he took me out and I had fun, okay? He didn’t kiss me or make a move on me and guys and chicks were checking him out all night!”

  “Did he flirt with them?” Preston arched a brow.

  “No, not once,” Kurt blushed. “He totally ignored everyone but me.”

  “Did you get a woody?” Austin narrowed his eyes at Kurt. Kurt shifted and covered his face with his hands. “No! Look, I’m not gay, all right?” Kurt looked at Preston.

  “Why are you looking at me? Like I have gaydar and I’m supposed to know if you’ve come to the light side?” Preston sat down on the bed and put his shoes on.

  Kurt looked at the guys in the room. “I’m not against what you are, let me make that clear. I’m just not into it. I came here thinking one way about gays and you enlightened me. I thank you for that. My parents raised me to think gays were sick,” Kurt smiled at Preston. “I don’t believe them anymore.”

  “Well good,” Preston said.

  “Wesley’s a good man and a damn good cop.”

  “Wait, he’s a what?” Kurt said. Preston smiled at the look of shock on Kurt’s face. “Ah, so he didn’t tell you what he does for a living.” “We talked about me the whole time,” Kurt shook his head with a grin. “A cop, huh?”

  “Yep, Tucker’s a cop, too,” Austin grinned.

  “Ooooh, cops! I love cops,” Chaz licked his lips.

  “You love any guy with a cock,” Cole rolled his eyes. “As entertaining as this is,” Preston looked at the group. “I need to get home and cuddle with my man.”

  “Aww,” Sean hugged Preston. “I’m happy for you man.” Wyatt came back from the front desk and looked at the guys gathered around Preston.

  “Did I miss something?” Wyatt eyed Austin and Kurt. “Why do you guys look like that?”

  “Long story,” Preston took Wyatt’s hand. “Can I go now?”

  “Yes, doctor signed off on your paperwork,” Wyatt hugged Preston. “You have a week off, Preston,” Sean smiled. “Use the time wisely, and we’ll see you back at the house.” Sean hugged Wyatt. “Take good care of him,” he whispered.

  “Oh I will,” Wyatt grinned.

  “He’s supposed to be getting rest, Quinton,” Kurt laughed.

  “He is?” Wyatt looked at Preston seductively. “You are?”

  “Oh hell,” Preston whispered. “Let’s go.”

  ~~ Preston shut the door to his

  apartment and turned to face Wyatt. There was one more thing they needed to do and Preston had no idea what would happen. He took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen, grabbing bottled water for himself and Wyatt. Wyatt was standing by the window looking out at the view of the university.

  “You took this apartment to be close to me,” Wyatt turned and looked at Preston. “Didn’t you?”

  “Yes, I did. I’ve wanted you for so long, Wyatt, but I knew I had to wait. You were too young to understand what being a mate actually meant. Shit, I was too young. Just understand this, I was never with anyone else, Wyatt, I have been true to you from the moment I figured out you were my mate.”

  “God, I’m sorry,” Wyatt looked at the floor. “I was with Sebastian…” “You didn’t sleep with him, though. It’s okay, Wyatt. I understand. There’s something you need to know, though.”

  “What?” Wyatt walked over to Preston and stood in front of him. “All this time I’ve been masking my scent so you wouldn’t know who I was. I think it’s time for me to let the wolf out, so to speak.” Preston looked at Wyatt. “I have no idea what’s going to happen when I do.”

  “Just do it.” Wyatt took Preston’s hand. Preston closed his eyes and set his lupine side free. The temperature in the room went up immediately and he opened his eyes to see Wyatt looking at him. “Wyatt?”

  “Oh shit,” Wyatt whispered. Preston’s scent assaulted his senses and his cock filled in seconds flat. His teeth elongated and his heart rate went through the roof. Preston smelled absolutely delicious. “Oh, Jesus, Preston.”

  “Oh, fuck.” Wyatt was on him in seconds. Preston hit the floor and Wyatt crawled up his body licking every inch of him. His clothes were literally torn off of him by Wyatt’s claws and he struggled to breathe as Wyatt’s mouth took his in a bruising kiss. Preston picked Wyatt up and threw him over his shoulder walking them to the bedroom. Wyatt was kissing and licking his back all while groping his ass. He threw Wyatt down on the bed and attacked him.

  “Oh fuck, you smell so good,” Wyatt tunneled his fingers into Preston’s hair. “Make love to me.”

  Preston tore Wyatt’s clothes off him and lunged at his weeping cock. He sucked in the engorged head and licked around the rim flicking at the sensitive nerve endings. Wyatt thrashed below him as he licked and nibbled Wyatt’s erection, taking it in his hand and stroking it from root to tip. The salty taste of precum flowed over his taste buds and Preston groaned, sucking on the hardened rim. He fumbled for the nightstand drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube and coating his fingers with it. Wyatt’s legs dropped open and Preston rubbed the heated crease, teasing Wyatt’s opening.

  He slid a finger in, twisting it, stretching Wyatt and looking for the spot that made him go crazy. His own cock was leaking with anticipation and he rubbed it on the comforter trying to get friction. The sight of Wyatt moaning on his bed was too much. He pulled his finger out, pushed Wyatt’s legs up and dove for the pulsing hole his finger had just left. A hoarse cry reverberated in the room as Preston tongue fucked Wyatt’s ass. He’d never done it before and now he couldn’t stop, the noises Wyatt was making pushed him to go deeper, faster.

  He licked, bit and chewed on Wyatt’s ass until Wyatt’s legs were shaking. Spreading Wyatt wider, he pushed his tongue in while his hand stroked Wyatt in time with it. He wanted to taste every last inch of his mate and when Wyatt cried out, Preston slid his cock in to the hilt. Wyatt went wild beneath him, bucking his hips and gripping his biceps tightly. Preston gripped Wyatt’s hair in his hands and dove inside his mouth plunging into the warm cavern and sucking Wyatt’s tongue. They ate at each other like a meal as Preston kept his thrusts short and shallow. It was wild and passionate and Preston wanted more; he gripped Wyatt’s ass and picked him up, plunging his cock in deeper. Balls

  slapping skin, Preston fucked Wyatt with abandon. His muscles tensed and his balls drew taut. Wyatt exploded with a loud roar, shooting arcs of cum all over his chest and abs. Preston’s orgasm took hold and he slammed into Wyatt; he almost screamed and he came so hard he nearly passed out from the intensity. Preston collapsed on top of Wyatt trying to catch his breath. He realized Wyatt was

  shivering underneath him and lifted his head, searching Wyatt’s beautiful features.

  “What’s wrong, Wyatt? Did I hurt you?” Preston left light kisses all over Wyatt’s face.

  “I’m so happy,” Wyatt cupped Preston’s face in his hands. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too. I loved you from the moment I saw you, Wyatt Quinton. All the time we spent at the firehouse just enforced those feelings and then I fell in love with you. I knew the kind of man you would grow up to be.” Preston kissed Wyatt softly and rubbed their noses together. “The day I shielded you in the forest changed my life. I knew I was going against Carson and I didn’t care. My top priority was protecting my mate, even if he was only six,” Preston chuckled softly.

  “Almost seven,” Wyatt pointed a finger at Preston. Preston smiled as his fingertip did a slow exploration of Wyatt’s face. “I went back to the pack and after Wayne took it over things got much better. I went back to school and when I turned eighteen I had your face put on me.”

  “The tattoo,” Wyatt nodded. “During the s
ummer I’d take a trip down to see you but I always stayed far enough away so that you couldn’t see me or smell me. I watched you grow up, Wyatt, and I never forgot you. Plus your dad sent me pictures of you over the years.”

  “He did?” Wyatt smiled. Preston slid out of Wyatt’s body slowly and kissed his face. He opened his closet and pulled out a wooden box. Sitting on the bed cross-legged he opened the box and took out pictures. “I love the eighth-grade rebellion one,” Preston snickered.

  Wyatt chuckled at the picture of himself with black eyeliner. “Yeah, well,” Wyatt shrugged. “It didn’t last long.” Wyatt picked through all the pictures, amazed that Preston had kept them for so long. He even had a picture of Wyatt with Sebastian at a rival football game. Wyatt looked up at Preston. “This must have hurt you very much.”

  Preston sighed and lie back on the bed. “I think I was scared to death that you would fall in love before I could make myself known to you. When I saw

  Sebastian, I thought ‘Well, that’s it. I can’t compete with those looks,’” Preston sighed.

  Wyatt put the pictures down and crawled over to Preston, he hovered over him looking into his eyes. “No one is more beautiful than you.” Wyatt ran his fingers through Preston’s soft blond hair. “You have gorgeous eyes, soft, shiny hair and beautiful lips.” Wyatt bent to kiss

  Preston’s lips. “Not to mention a body that would stop traffic in San Francisco or any other place for that matter,” Wyatt

  breathed across Preston’s lips.

  “Oh yeah, even Wyoming?” Preston flipped Wyatt onto his back and pinned him to the bed.

  Wyatt pulled Preston down to his lips. “Especially Wyoming.” After what seemed like hours of kissing Preston finally succumbed to sleep, his mate by his side.

  ~~~~

  Preston opened one eye and looked at the clock. The green neon numbers told him it was almost noon. He stretched out lazily; he’d never slept in this late. A warm body next to him sighed softly and Preston wrapped Wyatt up in his arms, kissing his shoulder. He ran his hand down the soft, smooth skin of Wyatt’s chest and tugged at a nipple. Wyatt chuckled and Preston pulled him over on his back. The seductive smile from Wyatt had Preston’s engines revving.