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Kaea smiled, arching his backslightly. “Well, you’re mine, and that bite mark says it. So, comeon, show me what I am to you.”
Xavier stepped closer, stillmaintaining a tight grip on his cock as he reached out to run hishand over Kaea’s ass. He paused to use some of the pre-cum that wassteadily dripping from him, and rubbed it against Kaea’s backentrance. Not wasting much time, he pressed a single digit insidehis mate, once again growling at the heat that bloomedthere.
“More,” Kaea demanded, andXavier grinned.
“You’re a demanding loverI can tell.”
Obliging him, he thrust in a secondfinger, scissoring them wider and wider, so as to prepare his loverto take him. He was a large man, and he had no intention of hurtingKaea when he took him.
“Xavier,” Kaea whined,pushing back against his hand in hard, sharp moves. “Please, enoughplaying. I can take you, my mate. Now fuck me!”
It wasn’t his demand that had Xaviermoving to do exactly what he’d asked, but Kaea calling him hismate. It shattered that level of legendary control he was knownfor, and he acted completely on instinct. Pausing only long enoughto use his pre-cum to lubricate his cock, he stepped forward,pressed the head of his dick against Kaea’s ass, and pushedforward. Both of them groaned when he slipped inside an inch ortwo. With a few rolls of his hips, and more than a couple ofcurses, he slipped in balls deep.
“Jesus, so hot, so tight,”he growled, lowering his head to Kaea’s back as he drew in abreath.
“Xavier.” Kaea had loweredhis head to the counter, and his voice had a note of panic in itthat had him stilling. If he’d hurt his mate, he’d fucking take offhis own arm. “Baby, you have to move.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Xaviergrowled through gritted teeth as he started to withdraw, movingslowly so as not to hurt Kaea anymore.
“No!” Kaea cried out, hishand going to Xavier’s hip, halting him even further. “Don’t leaveme. You misunderstood. I don’t want you to stop.” He turned hishead and looked back at Xavier once more, and there was heat in hiseyes, the flames of his ability dancing in their dark depths. “Iwant you to movein me, now!”
Xavier exhaled sharply in relief. Hismate was fine. He wanted more, and Xavier was more than willing togive it to him. He started to move with more purpose. Slamming hiships against his mate, he pounded into him, driving them bothcloser and closer towards their release. With a simple twist of hiships when he bottomed out inside his lover, Xavier tapped againsthis prostate, and from the growls and shouts of approval, his mateloved it.
Kaea suddenly threw back his head andshouted Xavier’s name, and from the way his body gripped him,Xavier knew he’d orgasmed a second time. He was able to enjoy thatfor a short moment, before he, too, was thrown into the whirlwindof a mind-blowing release. He gripped Kaea’s hips as he came harderthan he had ever come before, leaning in to bite against the fleshypart of his shoulder, claiming him in blood just as he’d beenclaimed. Kaea shouted out again, a slight edge of pain to thesound, but from the way his body squeezed him rhythmically Xavierknew his bite had launched another wave of pleasure for hismate.
When the pleasure finally released himfrom its euphoric clutches, he collapsed against Kaea’s back. Hewould never be the same again. He was Xavier Mulligan, Alpha bearshifter, son of Dougal Mulligan, former Alpha of the Uwharrie bearclan, but most importantly, mate to Kaea Hemopo.
Chapter Eight
Xavier groaned, reachingup to clutch his head as it seemed in danger of launching itselfoff his shoulders.Jesus. Had he and Kaea tied one onlast night after making love? From the metallic taste in his mouth,he honestly thought they must have. Celebrating their matingperhaps?
He reached out to touch his mate,wanting to see if he felt as bad as Xavier did. He frowned when hishand touched nothing but the cold sheets. Frowning, he turned hishead, ignoring the sadistic son of a bitch currently banging on hisskull with a sledgehammer. The pain was instantly forgotten when herealized his mate was not in the bed beside him.
Growling, pushing aside the haze thathad seemed to fall over him, he looked around the room. Nothinglooked out of place, except for the fact that his mate was notthere. He inhaled sharply, searching for his scent, and cringed.The room had a faint aroma that had his bear growling in distress.It was a chemical smell, and his bad feeling dropped to dread in aheartbeat. Throwing back the covers, he moved off the bed and wasalmost out of the bedroom when he caught another scent in the room.One he hadn’t been expecting. This one was clan. Markus Fulton hadbeen in this room. And if he had been here, then he’d taken hismate.
Xavier’s bear pushed forward, wantingto shred and kill anything and anyone who had dared step betweenhim and his mate, but Xavier fought him back. He had to be smartabout this. He rushed to throw some clothes on as he thought. Forsome reason, Gray had taken his mate, and he was fairly certain hewould have taken him back to the clan house.
Why? He had no fucking clue, and to behonest he didn’t care. Clarkson had already signed his own deathwarrant when he killed his dad and Kaea’s grandmother. By takingKaea, he simply made that death more painful. Xavier’s bear growledwith pleasure at that thought, but continued to pace withimpatience within him. It helped that he could sense Kaea’spresence at the end of their mating bond, so he knew he was alive.If that hadn’t been there, then he would have bathed this town inblood looking for vengeance.
Fulton had come here, obviously filledthe room with some kind of gas which knocked him and his mate out,and then left with Kaea. But the bastard had made a huge mistake.He’d left Xavier alive. Xavier’s grin turned bloodthirsty as he ranout of the hotel room, heading for his truck. He was lookingforward to showing the bastard the error of his ways, and of courseallowing his bear free rein to show Gray how foolish it was to fuckwith an Alpha like him.
He figured the fact that his bearplanned to eat the man’s internal organs would get that messageacross loud and fucking clear.
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Kaea’s stomach revolted, and he cameawake to roll of the side of the bed, retching and vomitingeverything he had in his stomach onto the hotel room floor. Hefrowned. Why was the hotel room floor concrete?
Groaning when the cramps released himand he could breathe normally again, he raised his head to look atthe bed. He was sick, and he needed his mate. Xavier would lookafter him. He—
Everything in him stilledwhen he saw that the bed he had been on was in fact nothing morethan a small cot, and that he had been in it alone.What the fuck?
Pushing to stand, he looked down andnoticed he was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts that weren’t his,but smelled like Xavier. He took solace from that, and moved tolook around the room, steadfastly ignoring the mess on the groundin fear it would incite another bout. He was in a concrete room.No, he should call it what it was. He was standing in a fuckingcell, and the only thing in it was that damn cot, and it had asmall window high up towards the ceiling, opposite the bed. Hestepped forward to move the bed under the window so he could lookoutside, but stopped when he saw the thing was bolted to thefloor.
Where in the hell am I?And Xavier? God, please let him be okay.
Staring to panic a little, he lookedaround the room again, searching for anything that would give him aclue as to where he was, and why he was there. His eyes caught onthe window again, and he realized it was still dark, and the fullmoon was high in the sky.
“Shit!” He said itquietly, not wanting to draw anyone’s attention if they were inhearing distance.
