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"Sean knows," Eamon interjected.

“How?”

"He saw it in my face, and my actions and that's why he sent us on our way and offered to take care of everything at the station." Troy was impressed by the connection between the two men.

"You have a close bond with your Beta," Troy stated.

“We can read one another.”

“I want to be able to read you and fully understand who you are and what you’re feeling.” Troy could feel some of Eamon’s emotions.

“It will come soon. The bond grows every second that we are together. Misunderstandings like those we suffered will not plague us in the future.” Eamon assured.

“I’m sure we will find new ways to irritate one another.” Troy offered with a chuckle.

“I want to claim you Troy I don’t want to wait, and my wolf cannot wait.” Eamon took a deep breath with his face pressed to Troy’s neck. “You are enchanting, and you are mine baby.”

“I need you Eamon. We need to talk but that’s something we can do tomorrow.” Troy turned and placed a kiss just above Eamon’s ear. “Maybe you could show me your bedroom.” That was all Troy needed to say, and Eamon was on his feet with Troystill cradled in his arms and he was racing through the grand structure to a back portion that led to a huge bedroom.

Troy was carried into the room, and then Eamon closed the door and sat Troy down on a cushioned bench at the end of the large, intricately carved bed. It was a piece of art with branches and leaves carved into the thick wood. This thing was definitely a statement piece, and Troy loved it. The bench was an extension of the bed made of the same thick, dark wood with similar branches and leaves carved into the base and the legs.

The bench was soft and lush, and it was a beautiful golden brocade that matched the spread and complemented the colors in the rug and the curtains. The room was pleasant, warm and welcoming. Troy closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the lavender that permeated the room. It caused a tight frisson of desire to skitter across his flesh.

Eamon immediately pulled off his shirt a dark gray henley and tossed it aside while never letting his eyes leave Troy. His body was all perfectly sculpted hard muscle, and Troy felt the saliva begin to pool in his mouth. The jeans he was wearing were form fitting and hugged all the right places, but Troy was excited to get a look at what lay beneath.

"You're a handsome man, Eamon Coles." Troy could not resist the compliment. Eamon smiled seductively and ran his tongue along his bottom lip. He then undid his belt and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Troy felt his heart rate increase, and his hands trembled with the desire to reach out and touch.

Then the boots came off, and the socks all planned to make Troy sweat as he waited for the prize. He never expected Eamon to be such a tease, but he was quite accomplished.

"Don't make me wait, baby." Troy let the words fall out smooth and lazy. "Show me what you got." Eamon lowered thezipper of his jeans agonizingly slow and kept that half smile on his lips the entire time. His eyes flashed with excitement and need, and Troy recognized the wolf beneath the fire.

Slowly, inch by inch, the zipper moved to reveal a man who did not wear briefs or boxers. Eamon was commando, and it made Troy's heart skip a beat. This man was the wild, untamed lover he'd always dreamed of. His eyes ate him up. This strip was the most erotic temptation he'd endured in a very long time and maybe ever. The jeans were pulled down just a little, just below his hips, and then he stopped. Troy could see the outline of something very impressive, and he wanted to see more.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” He chanted eagerly for more.

"Your turn, baby, show me what you got." Eamon rolled his hips and caressed that massive bulge while staring at Troy. "Don't keep me waiting."

Troy tore off his jacket and wildly pulled his cashmere sweater off over his head. Usually, he was very careful with his clothing he liked nice things, and he took care of what he owned but he needed this man more than he needed anything in this world and the clothes had to go quickly.

He stood and kicked off his shoes and grabbed the waistband of his designer pants and pulled them down and off and tossed them onto the floor with his shoes. Unlike Eamon he wore briefs tight red briefs that left nothing to the imagination. The look of appreciation he saw on Eamon’s face made it clear that he did not disappoint.

Silently, Eamon dropped his jeans and kicked them off, taking a step toward Troy. He was hard and pulsing, and Troy wanted a taste so badly. He hesitated for just a moment and then dropped to his knees before Eamon. "Let me taste you." Hemoaned and reached up to wrap his fist around Eamons thick cock.

Eamon widened his stance and ran his fingers through Troy's hair, raising some titillating goose bumps in his wake. Troy did not waste time and took the prize between his lips, savoring the warmth, flavor, and sensations that rocketed through his system. He held it with one hand and used the other to stroke his own cock, which was straining against the thin fabric of his briefs.

The moment became charged and filled with the sounds of desperate cravings. The need he felt for this man, this wolf, was reaching down into his soul and back to the beginnings of his existence. He took him down his throat, working the firm muscles and stroking the velvety hardness.

The taste was beyond compare. Troy was not inexperienced, and yet he'd never experienced anything so right and so compelling. This man was his beloved, and all the legends and lore surrounding such a union were true, all true, and all amazing. Troy took him down to the base over and over again and was rewarded with the finest moans and groans ever uttered. Eamon trembled and ran his fingers through Troy's hair again before abruptly pulling back.

Troy released him and licked his lips while looking up at him and again he felt the full body tremble pass through Eamon. “You taste so good Eamon.” He said and moved take Eamon once again into his mouth, but Eamon took him with a hand under each arm and lifted him up. He quickly deposited him onto the bed and grabbed something from the small table beside them. Troy assumed it was lubricant, and he wasn’t wrong.

“I want to claim you Troy are you ready? This is a forever commitment, and you must understand that I will never let yougo. You are mine and my wolf and I take this very seriously. Wolves mate forever Troy with no one interfering. If anyone touches you I will kill them so answer carefully.” Eamon stood over Troy where he lay on the bed and appeared to be holding his breath.

"I fully understand the commitment, my love. Vampires bond forever, and there will be no one but you and me in this union. Anyone who tries to interfere will turn up missing. I take this extremely seriously, and I'm ready. Are you ready, Eamon, to become the beloved of the vampire?" Troy watched as Eamon got onto the bed, straddling him where he lay with a knee on either side. He bent over very closely, eating him up with his eyes and making Troy's heart race.

“I’m ready Troy I’ve been ready since the moment I saw you.” He said this with firm sincerity and then took Troy’s mouth in a kiss that was fierce and demanding.

CHAPTER FOUR

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