Out of the Blue: An MM Mpreg Romance (True Colors Book 2)

by Shea Phoenix

  “Yes, now. Nate and Eli have some things to take care of that you don’t need to be around for. So, if you’ll just come home with me, we can present you to the pack and figure everything else out there.” He finished.

  I raised my eyebrows.

  “But if I’m part of the pack- your pack- what is there that I shouldn’t be around for? I thought we were sort of like partners- if we’re mates that aren’t equal, that you need to hide things from, I’m going to have a problem with that.”

  “We’re soulmates, of course we’re partners,” Gavin really didn’t seem that happy with me. “But I’m your soulmate and your alpha, you listen to me.” He growled.

  Gavin was extra sexy when he used the Alpha- card on me, but this was important. Some omegas, alpha-mate or not didn’t get a say in anything. I didn't think Gavin led that way, but I needed to know it, hear him say it, not just assume things would be cool.

  “I don’t have to listen to you- not all the time. I’m a person, not just your mate.”

  I shouldn’t challenge an alpha, but we were alone, I might not challenge him in front of his pack like this, but he belonged to me, I should be able to challenge him in private, he was mine, and I was his, so that had to mean I could challenge him when I needed to.

  “It’s Dillon. Eli and Nate have caught him and need to question him. It would be better if you weren’t here for that.”

  “You promised you would do what was fair when you caught me- the person responsible for injuring you. You said you would ask what I thought, even if it was Dillon or Caden. Has that changed? If I’m the alpha mate I should have a say in this.”

  “Follow me.”

  12

  “Dillon has gone over to Caden, and from what Nate and Eli tell me, they're both nearly insane.”

  Slate wouldn't be dissuaded. He was concerned for Dillon, who had now twice wanted to kill Slate. Where he found these infinite seas of sympathy I had no idea, but as frustrating as it was, it made him the perfect alpha-mate, the perfect balance for me and a voice for mercy that sometimes was sorely needed when the pack acted like a mob and wanted blood. .

  I led Slate to where Eli and Nate were ‘questioning’ Dillon. They had started already, Dillon was tied to a chair, handcuffed and had a black eye already. I would have rather hid this from Slate, but he was right, he was the alpha-mate and I couldn't hide things like this from him. He was my partner, and although I would rather he listened to me and not challenge me, it was pretty sexy watching him defy me. God had not made any mistakes in matching us up.

  He walked over to Dillon and touched his face, “Are you okay?”

  Dillon growled in return and I rushed to quiet him down, but Slate stepped between me and Dillon. Nate and Eli were behind Dillon, ready to attack Dillon and protect my mate if it was necessary, my wolf still howled, but I had to trust in Slate, especially in front of Eli and Nate.

  Dillon turned to me, “He's not the alpha mate, it's impossible. Caden has found the true mate, and has him now.”

  “Who?” I asked him, but looked to Nate and Eli to see if they had been told this yet.

  Dillon didn't answer my question, instead he started talking how Caden was going to rule my pack with the true mate and with Dillon, and how Slate would be killed once that happened. I could stay, and be ruled by Dillon. Fat fucking chance of any of that happening. Whatever Dillon had been doing these last few days, it looked like Caden had brainwashed him or let out all of his crazy.

  Dillon was still ranting when Eli and Nate motioned us to follow them outside the interrogation room.

  Eli explained while Nate added a detail every now and then. They hadn't beat Dillon at all, to the relief of Slate. Caden had done this to him, plus an awful lot more.

  “What's this about Caden has someone else now?” I interrupted Eli.

  “We think it might be Caden's nephew, Scot. But Dillon isn't making very much sense, as you can see.”

  “Scot Cameron?” Slate asked.

  Eli nodded.

  “I know him. He's a client at work. Rowan's client.”

  “I know,” Eli answered back.

  “There's not much Eli doesn't know Slate. But if you know something, please tell him, Scot might be in danger if Dillon can be trusted.”

  “I think it should come from Rowan. But last I heard, Scot was going to run away, and Rowan sort of helps with that kind of thing. He's a softy for true love, and helping omegas find it.”

  Eli squinted his eyes at Slate, but said nothing. “Eli, you should talk to Rowan. We can finish with Dillon.”

  “Wait,” Slate yelled, stopping Eli from leaving. “Rowan won't talk to you. I know you're good Eli, but so is Rowan.” Slate scribbled a note on a piece of paper and folded it twice, then handed it over to Eli. “Give this to him, I'll try to give him a heads up, but this should let him know he can trust you. Absolutely no 'persuading' him like Dillon- whoever did it to him. Right Gavin?”

  “Right. Eli, treat Rowan like you would treat Slate himself. Slate and I will go talk to him too, but we have some things to take care of first.”

  True mate or not. Slate was mine and I wasn't going to waste any more time in claiming him.

  Nate, me and Slate went back to see Dillon, and see if we could learn anything else, but he was too far gone, talking gibberish by then.

  “What should we do with him?” Nate asked me, and also looked towards Slate for an answer.

  “What do you think Slate? He made three attempts on your life if we count him working with Caden to kidnap you and Finn.”

  “I know. He doesn't deserve mercy, especially if anything has happened to Scot Cameron. Scot is really sweet. How about a doctor? If Dillon is to die, he should know why, and I'm not sure he understands anything now.”

  “Done.”

  13

  The door to the bedroom opened with a small shove of Gavin’s foot and his hands clamped the sides of my waist and crushed my hips against his. I felt every inch of my body begin to sizzle as the size of his swollen cock told me exactly what he wanted. And how much he wanted me. His hands left my waist, circled around my shoulders and drew me tightly against him, my aching cock crushed into the hardness of his hip.

  I opened my mouth, accepted the burning, probing search of his tongue. Then I was lost as the taste of him overwhelmed me. Nothing mattered except that he keep on holding me. He propelled me backward until the backs of my legs hit the side of the bed.

  I fell onto the bed and he followed, coming down on top of me. “Stop thinking, Slate.”

  I knew he was afraid I was trying to talk myself out of this, but that wasn’t the case. Not now anyway. I smiled a little thinking how well he knew me in such a short amount of time. I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life.

  “I’m thinking,” I said in my best seductive voice, “that you need to kiss me.”

  “Anything my mate wants.”

  He bent his head and took my lips. I’d experienced caring and tender kisses from him, a hungry kiss and even an angry kiss. This was all those wrapped into one. I tasted the tenderness, felt the bite of passion and he fed my own hunger with his. His lips plundered and devoured. And I returned every caress, every lick. He pulled away only when we needed to breathe. I kneaded his shoulders, unable to get enough of the feel of his big body.

  “Now, take off some of your clothes, wolf. Show me what you’ve got.”

  A dark brow rose at my aggressiveness, but he obeyed me—after a planting a hard kiss on my mouth that left me gasping for breath and trying to stop the ache that was building.

  This is what I wanted, I realized, seeing the hunger in his eyes as he watched me watching him. Not just the intimacy, but the wanting in his eyes. I craved his desire for me. No man had ever felt like that for me.

  He was sure in his movements as he removed his clothes. I couldn’t help but giggle as he did a watered downed version of a strip tease for me, rotating his hips and shoulders s
uggestively. When had I ever felt so free? That was an easy answer—never.

  He lifted his arms and reached behind his back to remove the t-shirt he was wearing. Damn, but that was sexy. It made the muscles in his arms flex and his stomach cave in, tightening the defined rows that made up his six pack.

  I licked my lips when his hands slowly lowered his zipper, revealing a patch of dark hair. Instead of pushing his jeans off, he reached inside the opening and cupped his cock. He smoothed his hand up and down the rigid length, as if to say, yeah, baby, I want you. I want you bad.

  I looked at his face and discovered he was watching me and my reactions. Finally, he used both hands to push his jeans over his hips. His cock sprang forward, heavy with need. I wanted to curl up in a ball to hold all the luscious sensations he was evoking deep inside me forever. I knew I’d never feel like this ever again.

  “Now for you.” He stepped back to the bed, naked and proud, his cock poking out from his body, swaying as he walked. Veins stood out along its length and pre-cum wet the slit. Once he reached the side, he bent forward and clamped his hands around my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I gave a little squeal at his show of force, but inside I secretly loved it. He pulled me into a sitting position. I inhaled sharply when he brought me face to face with his cock. The earthy scent of him made me moan. I wanted to taste him so badly. He looked down at me when he heard me. “Not that I wouldn’t love a blow job from you, blue boy. Right now I need to be in you.”

  His words didn’t help the ache inside me. While I was distracted by the large, still apparently growing cock in front of my face, he had my shirt up and over my head.

  He growled at the layers of clothing he still had to remove and I grinned up at him, happier than I had ever been in my life. What could I say? The grin still on my face, I raised my hands over my head, aiding his removal of my clothing.

  “Good boy.” Once the t-shirt was removed some of my confidence faded. I was sitting in front of a very aroused wolf shifter in swim trunks- my underwear ran out. Not the sexiest outfit I’d ever had on.

  Gavin trailed the backs of his fingers down my cheek, along my throat. “The way I feel when I touch you, Slate. I can’t describe it.”

  I shivered as his hand moved lower, his eyes were now a pool of dark greens and golds. I heard him moan with me.

  “It’s like touching heaven,” he whispered as he knelt before me

  “Touch me, Slate. I need you to touch me.”

  Nothing in my experience had ever prepared my for the impact of this man. For long moments, we simply touched each other. I stroked his cock, using the pre-cum to slide easily up and down, feeling the flesh harden with every glide of my hand. I brushed my palm over the swollen head. I kept my touch as feather-light as his, wondering who would break first.

  “Slate,” he whispered against my flesh before lifting his head and staring into my eyes again. In the semi-darkness of the room I saw the streaks of gold in his green gaze before he lowered his head and kissed me full on the mouth.

  He touched the tip of his tongue to my bottom lip and then his tongue flicked against my teeth, silently commanding me to open for him. I parted for him, needing him as much as he needed me. He slipped inside and seemed to unwind deep inside my heart and spread through my body—and into his. It was if we were slowly entwining ourselves together.

  For an instant, my hands fluttered helplessly as I tried to figure out where to touch him. Then I remembered. I could touch him anywhere. My hands settled on his shoulders, and I kneaded the tense muscles I felt. He was hard as a rock—all over. I’d felt the proof not moments before. My hands explored his body. He truly had a spectacular one. Powerful arms roped with muscles, layers of strength making his chest and shoulders wider than any other man I’d ever been around.

  He was strong and powerful. And mine. Somehow it just felt right to think that. He let out a low, primeval sound when I touched his nipples, flicking my fingernails over the tightened bud.

  He reached for the waistband of my swim suit and yanked them down and off my body.

  I thrust my fingers into the silky tangle of his dark hair again as his arms wrapped around me, one around my back, the other lower almost encircling my hips as he moved me onto the middle of the bed. Our mouths were still together. He was on his knees, leaning forward, bending me back toward the bed. He stroked my back then moved lower and cupped my ass. I gasped faintly against his kiss. Involuntarily my hips arched forward, pumping my belly against his cock and making us both groan at the movement.

  So many things were happening. The sensation of the kiss, our tongues stroking and circling. The way he growled low in his throat. The pressure of his fingers and sureness of his hands.

  “Gavin.”

  I was trembling when he stopped touching me. He brushed the hair back from my face as he lay on top of me. I could feel his cock throbbing against me. His mouth covered mine and I kissed him back, putting all of the feelings and sensations I had just experienced in that kiss.

  “Oh, sweet boy,” He continued to kiss me, gently.

  He cupped my face in his hands and pulled back enough to trail kisses across my forehead, then my cheeks. He kissed the throbbing pulse in my throat. “I need to be inside you. I need to fill you up with my cock and fuck you until you can’t think about anything but how we are together. Is that what you want? Tell me.”

  “You make me forget how to speak,” I realized my legs were still held open by Gavin’s hard thighs. His cock lay along my hips, trying to coax him inside. If I couldn’t talk, then I would show him.

  A gentle tug on my hair brought my attention back to him. His breathing was harsh, his eyes so bright, glowing blue that I was almost afraid to look into them, afraid I’d fall into their depths. “Tell me you want me.”

  How could he ever doubt that?

  “Yes, Gavin. I want you. I want you inside me, right now!” I didn’t know where this assertiveness was coming from, but I liked my lack of inhibitions. I was the one to dig for the lube and stroke it over his cock, then spread it over my ass.

  He stroked my over-sensitized hole a few times before moving his cock to my entrance. “Oh, Slate, sweet Slate. I love that you want me so much.”

  Gavin brought his cock up to my entrance. He was hard and throbbing and I opened up as he eased his mushroom tip inside. He groaned and struggled with pleasure, and pushed forward slowly, giving me a chance to adjust to his size.

  “Just relax, baby. You were made for me.” He gave me more of his length and he shuddered as my channel gave way and he began to fuck me gently, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

  “That’s it,” he whispered. “Take my big cock deep inside you. Let me in. Let me fuck you.” With a final thrust, he buried himself deep, every inch of his cock.

  We were joined together and I wanted to savor this moment. He moved in and out of me, the man I had dreamed of for so long. My eyes locked with his and he kept the rhythm of his thrusts constant, loving the buildup of sensation. I held him, and squeezed around his cock every stroke. I felt his wolf rise up, and saw his eyes turn completely blue. His wolf was rising to the surface and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing either of us wanted to do about it.

  “Y-yes..yes. Please…” I moaned, my head moving back and forth.

  “That’s it,” he urged. “Take me. Take all of me.” His hips moved faster as he drove the both of us towards release, towards pleasure. We both started to lose control.

  I arched up, taking him deeper than I had ever dreamed.

  “So…beautiful…,” he groaned raggedly, and keeping up the hard thrusts. I felt the tingle at the base of my spine and knew what was going to happen.

  “Slate, I need you to—” he gritted his teeth and I felt him grow. He muttered again as the knot in his cock formed, locking us together.

  “Gavin!” I screamed it wasn’t pain and it wasn’t fear, it was joy and ecstasy. I felt him come, felt him spill into
me with an explosive force that made me want to come hard all over his fat knot.

  My breath was coming in gasps and I was feeling the bursts of cum Gavin was still shooting inside me, along with the hard knot that was stretching me. It was that pressure that threw my body into convulsions.

  “That’s my knot inside you, Slate. Doesn’t it feel good?”

  “Yes, oh, God, Gavin, I’m coming again.”

  He captured my mouth with his, grinding his lips against mine and thrusting his tongue inside mine. He moved his hips, pulling the knot as I clamped down on it, it felt so right, so filling.

  I wanted to move but Gavin clamped his hand on my hip to keep me still. Every movement I made brought waves of pleasure. As both our orgasms ebbed, we stopped moving and he held me in his arms, touching me all over. He grinned down at me as I lay there.

  “Oh, Slate, you look so damn beautiful. I love you. I want to shout the words to the world and whisper them to you every night.”

  My body was bathed in perspiration. That had been the most intense…anything I had ever experienced. His palm smoothed over my shoulders, my arm, over my hip and down my leg, then back up my leg

  Sweet lord, he was still inside me, still hard. Still knotting me.

  “Now, I need to mark you as mine.” He whispered.

  “Anything you want.”

  I felt his mouth on my shoulder, then the flash of pain as his teeth sunk in, then the pleasure as he licked the slight trickle of blood and I wiggled on his knot, which felt even hotter and bigger after he marked me.

  “What’s that sound?” Gavin asked me. I knew it was my phone, buzzing away.

  “Rowan.” I told him and reached for it, tugging Gavin with me, since he was still inside and his knot hadn’t let me go yet. Not that I was complaining.

  I looked at the texts, so many and they were still coming in. Rowan was freaking out, the texts were frantic. I scrolled own past the swears he was calling me until I saw the most recent ones.