Page 7 of The Alpha's Ordeal

Eamon couldn’t have asked for a better outcome to the upheaval of their first meeting. The bond was true, and misunderstandings were temporary when both hearts were beating like one. Troy was a handsome fucker and cultured. He was an absolutely awesome individual, and he accepted Eamon, a backwoods alpha, as his partner in life. Eamon knew how lucky he was and would never take a minute with this man for granted.

He kissed him, going deep and searching for every feeling, every sensation, learning everything he could about his mate. Everything was a first, the touching, the kissing, the tasting, and the connection. This was the beginning of the rest of his life, and it looked fantastic in every fucking way.

Eamon took the lube, spread it generously over his fingers, and moved to position himself between Troy's lovely, long legs. He spread them apart with his knees and reached down and searched for his sweet, tight entrance. Troy ran his hands over Eamon's shoulders and back, leaving excited ripples of sensation pulsing through Eamon's body. He wanted this man so badly his hands were shaking.

He took a deep breath and scented the sweet fragrance of his mate, and it calmed him in a way nothing else could. "I love your scent, baby," Eamon whispered and trailed kisses across his jaw and down the side of his neck. Troy was so goddamn beautiful Eamon wanted it all, and he wanted it now.

He’d always been a patient man calm and watchful but right now his mind was racing in several different directions, and his body was trembling with the need for this man. He was a mess and yet he had never felt better or more centered and grounded in his life. Troy moaned and it was the sweetest of sounds and he wanted more. Eamon thrust his fingers deep inside the tight muscle stretching and loosening. The feeling was unlike any other.

Troy's body welcomed him and embraced him in a beautiful, tight, moist heat. Eamon plunged deeper, adding another finger and increasing the stretch. Troy moaned again, and it was wonderful. He kissed him on the shoulder and across his chest, enjoying the warm taste of his body. His vampire was delicious.

He slowly slid his fingers out of Troy’s hole and gave his own cock a few strokes before stretching out over his eager mate. He was much larger than Troy and easily covered him completely. “I’m going to take you now.” He whispered into Troy’s delicately shaped ear. Everything about this man was beautiful and perfect.

"Take me, Eamon," Troy whispered back on a breath that was soft and hesitant.

Eamon felt his wolf rising within him as the time to claim came over him. He arched his back and thrust forward, driving his cock deep inside Troy's wet heat, and buried himself to the base. He held himself there for a few moments, letting his littlemate adjust to his size. Troy let out a soft breath and smiled, looking up at Eamon as if he were someone special. It touched him deeply in the cool recesses of his heart.

"The thrusts and strokes came fast as the need for completion was taking him over. Eamon struggled to slow down, wanting this, their first time together, to be perfect. The kissing, the touching, and the understanding that they were connecting on a level so deep and so complete was overwhelming but also welcome. Eamon wanted his mate and had dreamed of the day they would meet, and now that day was here, and his heart was filled by Troy Florin, the gorgeous vampire.

Troy began to match his thrust, forcing him deeper and increasing the sensations, stimulating nerves and sharpening feelings. This was so intense Eamon lacked words to understand, so he simply went with it, feeling it all and accepting everything.

"I could fall in love with you, Eamon," Troy spoke haltingly as his breath was coming out in rapid pants. The statement was profound, and Eamon went right about the claim, not wanting any more issues or misunderstandings to delay or derail.

He plunged in hard, connecting them body and soul, and he came in an explosive climax that shook him to the core. Troy held his breath and gripped him tight, and Eamon felt his warm release pooling between them. Eamon didn't wait, nor did he second guess, and he sank his teeth into the delicate flesh of Troy's shoulder. He marked him as the Alpha Mate.

He licked the wound closed and reached down, dipping a finger into the sweet essence of Troy's release, and then placed the finger in his mouth, tasting the beauty and the fullness that was his mate.

Troy’s eyes suddenly blazed and his teeth dropped, and just that fast Troy’s teeth were in Eamon’s neck, and he was feeding, and the sensations were rocking Eamon world.

He felt lightheaded, out of body, and euphoric, and then came the rush of pleasure that set everything on fire. Troy held fast, and Eamon felt the bond that had snapped into place become stronger and richer. He could feel so many things, and his wolf howled in ecstasy.

"Mason and I were both let go after the incident with the vampire." Bates sat down in the chair by the door. Councilman Martindale had called for him after hearing that Bates had been dismissed for mistreatment. He wanted to know more and to get a read on Bates.

“Do you think you can help us? Do you think we might get our jobs back?” He sounded hopeful but also possessed a strong dose of entitlement which was easy to work with and manipulate. The councilman smiled and nodded.

“Anything is possible.”

"He was just a fucking vampire, for fuck sake. Why all the trouble? It's not like he matters." Bates was perfect for the councilman's next project. "I heard from the guys at the station that the Alpha took the vampire home with him." That caught and held the councilman's attention.

"Eamon was pretty irritated that the guy had been roughed up and seemed concerned about how the Coven would react. Makes him sound like a coward to me. Who cares what the Coven thinks if they don't like it fuck them." An absolute diamond in the rough. The councilman could not stop smiling.

“Do you know the vampire’s name?”

“Troy Florin.” He said and shook his head like who cares it means nothing, but it meant everything.

“His brother is Castille Florin are you familiar with the man?” Martindale asked and Bates shook his head.

"He's a vicious and deadly vampire, and I think you may be right in that our new Alpha is afraid." He pushed on the man's need for superiority.

“No vampire would ever make me squirm. I don’t care how deadly he may think he is. Our Alpha is a disgrace.” He almost shouted.

"I agree with you, but there is little we can do. He was appointed by the elders, and it is a life position. We won't get rid of that embarrassment until he dies." Another little push coupled with a subtle suggestion.

“Maybe it’s time I send Eamon Coles to meet the ancestors.”

“If you play it right, Castille Florin will do it for you.”

Come morning Eamon and Troy were still locked in a mutual embrace holding one another fast and sure. The contact had ensured the growth and vitality of their new bond linking them together not only physically but also mentally and spiritually. Troy could sense Eamon’s thoughts and emotions and it gave him an even deeper understanding of Eamon.

---