by Jess Buffett
“I think it had more to do with Jake almost kicking his arse, than you,” he muttered, still irked at the Vampire.
Jonas dipped his head, his lips quirking. “Probably.”
Jordan cleared his throat. “As fascinating as my arse is, do you think we could get on with it? You need to hear, better yet see, what we have for you,” his mate said, more seriously.
“I, for one, don’t find your arse the least bit remarkable, if that helps.” Micah grinned at the scowl Colton threw him.
“That bad?” Jonas asked, his lips quirking at Micah’s comment. “And I’d have to say I quite agree with you on that one, Micah.”
Jordan grumbled something low under his breath as Jonas led them up the enormous staircase and presumably to the Vampires’ control room.
“What was that?” Jonas asked with a sly grin.
Jordan narrowed his eyes. “I said, worse.”
Stepping into the control room, he let out a whistle. He had thought the setup they had at Hunter Clan was sweet, but what he was looking at right at that moment damn near gave him a nerdgasm.
“If I’m a really good boy, can I get one of these?” he whispered to his mate.
Jordan chuckled. “I think hell will freeze over before you ever resemble anything like a good boy.” The teasing glint in Jordan’s eyes softened his words. His mate lowered his lips, bringing them to Colton’s ear. “But if you’re a very bad boy, you might just earn your treat.”
Colton shivered at the caress of his mate’s breath and the seductiveness of his words. Bad, oh, yeah, he could be bad.
“Christ.” Micah made a gagging sound behind them.
“Bloody hell,” Jonas muttered behind them. “You do know that our hearing and scent may not be as fine as a Shifter’s but is still pretty damn good, right?”
Colton bit his lip to keep from laughing, however, Jordan let out a full belly laugh. He slapped Jonas on the back. “No need to be a sourpuss. You both have mates out there. You’ll find her one day, Jonas.”
“Him,” the Vampire murmured absently, walking further into the room.
Shocked by the Rege’s comment, neither of them said a word.
Jonas turned back to them, a small smile on his face. “What, you didn’t know?”
“Well, no, um…well.” Jordan scratched his head. “It’s not like you’ve ever said anything.”
Jonas shrugged. “I suppose that’s true. I’ve never really come out and said, I’m gay. Didn’t think I had to. I’ve never hidden it.”
“I guess it makes more sense,” Jordan said with a nod. “So many of the other leaders, and council members, were surprised when Jake so openly and willingly took a male mate. None of them ever said anything, I mean, you don’t go against fate. But you…you didn’t even bat an eyelash.”
A grin formed on the Vampire’s face. “And let me guess, when Caleb mated Riley, you all just assumed I accepted it because my little brother was gay too.”
Jordan grimaced. “Pretty much.”
A deep chuckle came from the Rege. “Well, for the record, I’m gay. And Jacob knows.”
Colton had gathered as much. Something told him that the Kayan and Jonas were closer than most people thought. They seemed to put on an appearance of being strong allies, and formidable leaders, but Colton suspected they were closer to best friends more than anything else. In the roles they were born into, they must have a lot in common.
Which was why he and Jordan were here instead of heading straight for the Shifter councils with this information.
“Fantastic, we’re all gay, good to know.” Micah flopped down into one of the empty chairs. “Sorry to interrupt, but you really need to see what we have.”
Colton cringed at his friend’s behaviour, but Jonas merely took it in stride.
“Of course. I’d hate to keep you waiting,” Jonas replied, a cocky grin on his face as he swept his hand over the room. “Do whatever you have to in order to set up.”
Colton saw Micah eye the Rege warily as he walked over the first bank of computers, pulling out his laptop and hooking it up to the system. He was a little concerned when he met very little resistance when logging in. That wasn’t right. It shouldn’t be that easy to get in. “Who is your tech?”
Jonas frowned. “Michael, one of my Mareșals. Why?”
“What’s a Mareșal?”
“An enforcer,” Jordan answered. “Like I am an Ishad for our Clan.”
“Oh, okay.” Well that didn’t make him feel any better.
“Is there a problem?” Jonas inquired.
Colton wasn’t completely sure he had enough proof of what he suspected at the moment, so he simply smiled and shook his head. “Oh no. Just wondering.”
He noticed the strange look Jordan shot him, but ignored it. He could tell his mate what he suspected later.
Mind back to the task at hand, he finished connecting to the Vampire’s system. Within minutes, he found what he was looking for, which concerned him even more. Shrugging off the thoughts, he pulled up the map with the locations of active Potestas warehouses. Nodding to his mate, Jordan explained to Jonas what they had discovered.
“Colton and I were able to gain access to Potestas’s mainframe. What you’re seeing here,” Jordan said, pointing to the screen lit up like a Christmas tree, “are all the active locations Potestas currently have set up and linked to the same network.”
Jonas’s eyes widened. “Are you telling me all of these are Potestas? They’re fucking everywhere.” The Rege dragged a hand through his hair. “And there is one only minutes from here. That’s what you came to show me?”
“Yeah. Potestas is seriously close to you, and we never even knew. Jake’s wary of sending any information online.” Colton grimaced.
He didn’t blame the Kayan. For the first time in his life, the net actually scared him as well.
“Shit. He’s right,” Jonas muttered. “All right, I’m guessing there is more you need to do from here?”
“There is.” Colton covered his mouth as he let out a yawn.
“Okay, well, let’s get you set up in your rooms before you pass out, and we can continue this in the morning,” Jonas suggested. “Potestas isn’t likely to make a move tonight, and even if they do, I have precautions.”
The malevolent grin on Jonas’s face made Colton appreciate the fact that they were on the same side. You never wanted a Rege to look at you like that.
The trek to their room was fairly quick, Colton and Micah walking slowly behind Jordan and Jonas, the events of the day finally catching up to him. Had he really only just mated Jordan? Had his brother actually come to him today to beg for forgiveness? Shit. His entire world had spun upside down on him in a matter of hours. He felt like he had just landed in Oz.
“Guess we’re not in Kansas anymore,” he muttered to himself.
“What was that?”
Colton looked up to see all three men smirking at him. Whoops! He must have said that louder than he thought. He shrugged, too damn tired to care.
“Here’s your room,” Jonas said, indicating to the set of double doors in front of them. “You’ve got my number if you need anything, and everyone knows to give you what you want. I’ll see you two in the morning.” The Vampire turned to Micah, his hazel eyes blatantly raking up and down the Wolf’s body. “Micah, if you’ll come with me, I’m sure I can find somewhere comfortable for you to stay.”
Colton raised a brow at the obvious invitation in the Rege’s offer. There was no way his friend would take Jonas up on his offer.
“I’m sure you can.” Colton nearly choked when his best friend returned the Vampire’s lusty stare. “Shall we?”
Without a backward glance, Micah and Jonas left them standing in the hall outside of their room.
“I am too frigging tired to try and work that one out,” Colton said around another yawn.
Pushing open the door, he came to an abrupt halt just a few steps inside the door. “Damn,” he whisper
ed.
If there had ever been a room that screamed “fuck me” it was this one. Burgundy satin sheets were draped over a dark mahogany four post frame, and a soft burnt gold comforter lay over the foot of the bed. The room itself was painted in a deep red with gold accents, making Colton feel like he had left Oz and suddenly appeared in the middle of Caesar’s palace.
“Hmmm, like this, do you?” his mate murmured in his ear, as he stepped up behind him.
With Jordan pressed flush against him, Colton could feel every ridge and bump of the other man’s body. Including the thick, hard erection trapped between them.
Well hell, he wasn’t frigging tired anymore!
Large, warm hands came up around his middle, splaying across his chest. His nipples pebbled beneath his shirt as Jordan stroked his fingers against them. He couldn’t help but arch into the caress, seeking more.
A deep, throaty laugh answered. “So responsive.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
He whimpered at the loss when Jordan suddenly stepped away. What the fuck?
Twirling on his mate, he frowned. “Why did you stop?”
“Because…” Jordan’s grin was salacious. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
“You’re not? Why the hell not?”
Jordan blinked at him in mock innocence. “Why should you get all the fun?”
His eyebrows shot up. “You mean?”
“Uh-huh.”
Oh damn. Hell yes!
Colton pounced, taking Jordan down to the ground. He began tearing at his mate’s clothing, as well as his own. He slammed his lips down on his mate’s, so turned on he could think of little else than sinking into Jordan’s tight, hot channel.
“Shouldn’t…we…move this…to the bed,” Jordan panted, as Colton started nipping at his neck.
“Fuck the bed,” he grumbled, removing the last of their clothing.
Jordan chuckled. “I’d rather you fuck me.”
“Arsehole.”
“Yep. There would be good.”
Colton glanced up to see the sparkle of mischief in his mate’s eyes. Thought he was hilarious, did he? Let’s see how funny he finds things when he’s begging and pleading for release.
He could feel Jordan’s muscles draw tight with pleasure as he kissed his way down the Wolf’s body. A moan left Colton’s throat at the taste of his mate’s skin. He had only given head once before, and that had been that morning. Jordan had very much been in control at that time, and Colton had been able to fully appreciate the sensation, but he so wanted to do it again. Colton’s cock ached, as he licked the length of Jordan’s dick. His mate spread his legs further apart, and Colton climbed between them. He stroked Jordan’s cock a few times, then glided the mushroomed head across his lips, the taste of his mate exploding across his taste buds.
Colton glanced up to see Jordan watching him. Gone was his amusement from before, his eyes now slanted in lust.
Well, that was a good sign, right?
Nervously, Colton opened his mouth wider as he wrapped his lips around Jordan’s cock.
“Damn.” Jordan groaned, his hand coming down to run over Colton’s head.
Encouraged by the sounds his mate began to make, Colton laved at the opening, drawing the pre-cum out as he rolled Jordan’s balls in his hands. He was running on pure instinct, his Panther wanting to lick and suck every inch of their mate.
Colton looked up once again at Jordan, a blush fanning across his face and neck at the intimate way his mate was seeing him. Jordan gave a throaty growl and Colton took him deeper, humming as his tongue swirled around the hard shaft. When Jordan suddenly thrust his hips, Colton gagged, his eyes watering as he pulled back.
“Fuck, honey. I’m sorry. It was just so good.”
Jordan tried to apologise again, but Colton ignored him as he sucked harder. He slid his mouth up and down his mate’s cock while his hands feathered across Jordan’s scrotum.
Beneath his hands, he felt Jordan tense further. “Colton, honey. I’m gonna…” Jordan warned, as his hands locked on to Colton’s head, thrusting his pelvis faster in short bursts. Hot pulses hit the back of his throat as he struggled to swallow. Jordan howled as his hands pressed firmer on Colton, his hips jerking until he collapsed.
Sliding off his mate’s prick with a pop, Colton crawled up Jordan’s sated body, craving the feeling of his cock deep inside of his mate’s body.
He straddled Jordan’s abdomen, then leaned down to share the musky taste still lingering on his lips and in his mouth. Jordan devoured him. His hands grabbed Colton’s hips as his tongue ravaged Colton’s mouth.
“Need you.” Colton moaned into his mate’s mouth.
He reached out to his bag which he had dropped nearby, quickly unzipping the side compartment he grabbed the lube.
“My turn,” he whispered, before devouring Jordan’s mouth.
Chapter 7
Jordan
Jordan shuddered at the ferocity he could feel coming from his mate, his animal so close to the surface and ready to pounce.
His hole clenched as Colton trailed a hand lower. Fuck, he wanted his mate inside of him.
Colton poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, and Jordan was grateful. It had been a while.
He sighed as Colton prepped him quickly, yet still with tender strokes. His legs fell open and to the sides as his mate stretched him. Digits spearing into him, a whimper slipped past his lips when Colton pegged his sweet spot, tempting a growl from the younger man. A fierce light ignited in his Panther’s eyes, and before he knew it, Colton was flipping him over onto his knees as he lined his cock up and plunged deep and hard. A snarl tore from his mate’s lips and Jordan knew Colton’s Panther had taken over.
So much for gentle, he thought with a smug grin. Colton was so rough, and he loved it.
“Harder,” he commanded as Colton dug his fingers into Jordan’s hips, his nails biting into flesh. Jordan moaned as the stinging flesh made his cock throb harder. Colton thrust deeper, small growls escaping his lips. Jordan was shocked when Colton leaned forward and bit his back. “Yes. Fuck yeah. More,” he demanded as Colton pounded his flesh. His canines grew longer as his Wolf neared the surface. He wanted to bite something, anything right about now. Jordan clawed at the plush carpet beneath him, curling his fingers into it as he cried out.
He felt Colton stiffen behind him and then shout. Jordan was on the very edge, his own orgasm ready to explode when Colton reach under him and grab his rock solid cock, jerking it with force. His mate slammed his pelvis into Jordan’s arse a few more times before he roared, his head snapping from side to side as his release spilt onto the floor.
“Holy shit,” he panted as he collapsed in a heap, groaning when Colton slipped out of him.
His mate fell to the side of him, eyes closed as he, too, struggled for breath. “Uh-huh.”
Reaching out, he dragged his mate to him, revelling in the feeling of Colton in his arms. When they both began to shiver from the cold, Jordan slowly stood, tugging Colton with him as they fell into the huge, lavish bed.
They lay quiet for a long time, just enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss that they were in. But something niggled in the back of Jordan’s head. When he thought back to earlier, and their conversation with Jonas, all he could picture was Colton’s worried face as he asked who was responsible for the security on the Vampires’ systems. He had been busy, giving Jonas a rundown of everything they had discovered so far, that he hadn’t noticed anything.
“Colton?”
“Hmm,” Colton mumbled. “Trying to sleep here.”
He chuckled. “I know, but this is important.”
The younger man let out a huff, then lifted himself up onto his elbows. “What’s wrong?”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
Colton frowned. “Huh?”
“Before, when you were accessing Jonas’s systems. Something was wrong,” he prompted his mate.
He knew Colton u
nderstood what he was getting at when the Panther began to nibble and tug at his lip ring. “Ah, yeah. That.”
Jordan raised a brow, waiting for the other man to answer.
Colton sighed. “I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure, but…it was too easy to access.”
“The system?”
“Yeah. And I don’t mean too easy like fuck I’m good. I mean, like someone made it too easy.”
Jordan knew his face mirrored the oh fuck feeling he was having. “We need to tell Jonas.”
“But what if I’m wrong? Or Jonas doesn’t believe me?”
“I promise, Jonas will believe you,” he reassured his mate.
“Just let me find some more evidence first, okay. I don’t want to go accusing the wrong man and then start some sort of war between the Clan and this Coven.”
“Okay,” he relented, but only on one condition. “But we should go investigate now. I don’t like the idea that Potestas may already have access to the Vampire Coven’s mainframe.”
Colton bit his lip, nodding. “You’re right.”
An hour later they sat in the Vampires’ control room, Jordan cursing up a storm. Colton’s suspicions had been right. Worse still was that the person responsible hadn’t even bothered to properly cover their tracks. At first Jordan thought perhaps it was a setup, someone trying to pin the deed on an innocent party, but now he realised it was just pure arrogance. The Vampire honestly thought he would never be caught.
“All right. We’re here, and this better be good because you were seriously interrupting, and this cowboy was hoping for more than an eight-minute ride tonight,” Riley said as he walked through the door looking rather dishevelled. Caleb followed closely behind him, a satisfied expression on his face.
Colton shook his head. “Um, Riley, I think that was supposed to be eight-second ride.”
Riley leered. “Not if you do it right, dude.”
Caleb moved to sit beside Jordan, slumping in the chair. He may have looked satisfied, but he also seemed ready to drop dead from exhaustion.
Jordan chuckled as he whispered, “Eight minutes? Caleb, you feeling okay, buddy?”
“Shut it,” Caleb muttered, throwing him a dirty look. “We’ve been going since we got here. Think you could do better after a few hours?”
