Shaw, Christine - River's Pet, Angel [Dark Times 2] (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

Dark Times 2

River’s Pet, Angel

After being sent to Montana to the annual supernatural

convention, River finds that he's bit off more than he can chew,

not only in the mystery of the threats made out on the hotel's

employees but also in finding a mate who is literally from out of

this world.

After two hundred years on the human plane, Angel finally finds

himself in a hotel room with his werewolf mate, although the

trouble following them has Angel fearing for his very existence.

River has no idea what he is going to do. The man hell-bent on

using his mate's powerful magic for his own gain is only the tip of

it. The threats coming through the hotel are becoming more

frequent, but who or where the threats are coming from is

impossible to figure out.

And where does a dead elf come into play?

Genre: Alternative (M/M) or (F/F), BDSM, Paranormal
Length: 29,558 words

RIVER’S PET, ANGEL

Dark Times 2

Christine Shaw

EROTIC ROMANCE

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RIVER’S PET, ANGEL

Dark Times 2

CHRISTINE SHAW

Chapter 1

Two nights after the full moon, River sat in his enforcer house

sipping the  liquid ambrosia he recognised as his fifty-year-old
bourbon. It was something one drank slowly, swilling the liquid round
one’s  mouth before swallowing, savouring the taste. It wasn’t
something to be just gulped down. It was his baby.

River had been officially introduced to the pack as the light pack’s

newest enforcer and third in command by their new alpha, Dark
James. He remembered that particular challenge well because Dark
was his boss at the club, where he was guard, and also a very good
friend.

The challenge had come the day of their ex-alpha’s hundredth

anniversary. He was celebrating one hundred years of being in charge
of the light pack, and everyone was there. People from their pack, the
high council, and even the more prestigious packs were invited. It
should have been a true celebration, but thirty years prior, Ethan had
decided to start killing some of his own off. Now the land that the
club stood on was a constant reminder to all pack of that horrible time
in their lives. He supposed that was what made the club so popular
with the pack. It was now a place to be in control rather than losing
lives.

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Dark had been the only one to stand up and challenge Ethan for

leadership of the pack. All challenges made toward an alpha always
resulted in the winner taking the alpha’s place. It was custom among
werewolves, but this specific time,  their own  lives  were on the line,
too.  River  couldn’t have allowed any more people to die for
unjustified crimes, but nobody was strong enough to defeat Ethan
apart from  Dark. It was quite ironic,  really,  that  Ethan had trained a
younger Dark ninety years ago and taught him everything he knew,
and at the end, Dark came out on top.

The full moon following Dark’s ascension as alpha should have

been a joyous occasion, with the entire pack mated and unmated alike,
shifting together and running through pack lands as a team, hunting
and playing as wolves of the full moon did. But instead, it had been a
grueling fight, as Harry, the alpha’s newly found demon mate, found
Ethan’s hidden safe in the study and came across the koine, at least
the bottom half of it.

The koine was the Greek dialogue founded over three thousand

years ago by the Greek gods, according to Greek mythology. While
the gods finished writing the koine, a disease broke out among their
people. Some lost their lives before the gods realized it was intended
to kill off their entire race. They decided to pull their powers together
and save their people from this disease. Although no decision ever
goes unnoticed in the supernatural world.

There were twelve supernatural creatures created that day, some

stronger than others  and  some more unique than the rest,  but
everybody fit into one of twelve categories. One person from each
supernatural race was chosen to represent their kind in the high
council.  The spell had created  twelve uniquely different groups of
magical creatures  leading toward modern-day supernaturals  such as
werewolves, demons, vampires, and so forth,  and the spell had
somehow magically appeared onto the koine. To save their new
creatures from being shunned and hunted from normal human society,
the gods ripped the bottom half from the koine and gave it to the high

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council to keep safe. The other half was then handed over to human
authorities as previously planned to create what is now the old Greek
language.

Anybody who held the koine had a lot of power in the eyes of the

council. It turned out that Ethan had stolen the document from the
council some fifty years ago and kept it hidden all this time. Dark’s
mate had then found the safe and the combination after looking
through files as to why Ethan’s former followers were trying to kill
them. This all led to the events two nights previous.

As the pack gathered on pack lands to greet the high council and

welcome them to run alongside them for the evening, Drake—Ethan’s
head follower—became noticed with ten or so other wolves in tow.
Usually not so big of a deal, but then forty or fifty rogue vampires
followed them from behind the tree line, and all hell broke loose.

River had enjoyed the fight. He could still feel the adrenaline

pulsing throughout his veins every time he thought about his canines
and claws digging into another’s body, smattering blood all over his
white fur, and he had killed a lot of vampires and wolves alike that
night. But after they were killed, another forty vampires made their
presence known. Of course they all suffered the same fate.

River looked down into the crystal glass and sighed. The alpha

mate, Harry, had taken it upon himself to invite him and Jay, another
pack enforcer and fourth in command, to dinner. They had scheduled
to meet in a half hour’s time, but River didn’t want to go. It wasn’t
that he disliked Harry or Dark’s other mate, Kai. In fact, he liked
them a lot. They were good for Dark and kept him on his toes. But it
was more the way they made him feel. Twinks weren’t his style. He
preferred large men, close to his own build of six foot eight and three
hundred pounds of lean muscle. But every time he saw the three men
together, it reminded River of what he didn’t have, a mate to call his
own.

River was two hundred years old. He should have found his mate

by now, shouldn’t he? River prayed every evening to the gods that

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when his mate turned up that it would be a man. He wanted someone
to wake up to every morning,  cuddled to his side.  River  wanted a
mate to play with, to cherish and protect. He wanted someone to
belong to him. But he  doubted  fate would give him such a perfect
mate.  River  did prefer the BDSM lifestyle after all,  and although he
wasn’t twenty-four-seven like most Doms,  he did have an unusual
outlook on the lifestyle. He just hoped his mate liked it just as much
because forever was a long time to spend alone.

Gulping the rest of the bourbon down his throat, River was soon

punching his chest as he banged the glass on the counter from the
burn it created. It wasn’t a drink one could throw down like that. That
was what the cheap stuff was for.

Making his way toward the alpha’s house, River noticed a smell

coming from just beyond the tree line into the large clearing behind
his friend. The smell of barbeque swam through the air, enticing him.
He could imagine Dark putting on large steaks to barbeque. The
image sent his wolf growling, wanting what it could smell, and River
agreed. The smell of steaks on the barbeque was the best smell in the
world, and the taste of a medium-rare steak was even better than the
scent. It made his mouth salivate as he stepped beyond the tree line
and into the clearing where he saw Dark plastering the steaks in his
homemade marinade as they cooked.

But the vision of the entire house was what stopped him in his

tracks. The house was lit up from every window on the first floor, and
River could see Harry straddling Kai’s lap as the men kissed
passionately. Instead of walking toward them, he decided to go to his
longtime friend. “Alpha,” he called as he got close enough to the man.
The barbeque looked  even better here than it did two hundred feet
away. It smelled amazing,  and he could tell by the looks of  it that it
was Dark’s chili and tomato-marinade. It was heaven.

“How ya doing, enforcer?” Dark teased. As much as River loved

being the pack’s enforcer, giving him a sense of pride, he hated being

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labeled as a job description. He hated being told he was who he was
because of something he did for a living.

“Okay, okay ya made ya point,” he drawled. But Dark just

laughed as he waved the marinade brush in his face.

“What’s up, man? Ya look down.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just feeling effects from the fight on the full

moon. Adrenaline and all,  ya  know? Ya realize  ya mate’s are there
sucking each other’s faces off,  right?”  He laughed when he saw the
midnight-black eyes of his friend turn darker with lust as he noticed
the two men locked in a game of tonsil hockey. The guy couldn’t be
blamed,  though.  Any two men making out in a wide-open space
would be enough to turn any guy and most women on.

“Damn,” his alpha said. The man seemed to be readjusting

himself as he turned the steaks over. Then his best friend from birth,
Jay, stepped through the open double doors carrying three beers in his
hands. He handed one to River, and he took a long pull from the
bottle. He needed the buzz to cut loose that only alcohol could give
him.

“How ya doing?” asked Jay as the man pulled his lips away from

the bottle. The man just nodded his head and turned to look where
Paul and Trip came walking around the side of the house.

Paul and Trip were Dark’s best friends, business partners, and

newly named betas of the light pack. They were great guys, in all
honesty. He liked them very much. He could have even found himself
attracted to them, but they were all Doms, well, except for Dark, but
nobody outside of the seven of them knew about Dark’s obsession
with being the bottom. Of course, River had never slept with Dark. He
made it his duty to never sleep with his bosses, no matter how much
he may have wanted it. Although they both lived the BDSM lifestyle,
River was into the more role-playing aspect of the lifestyle than the
whole submission and spanking part. River loved the thrill he got
from the lifestyle and feeling dominant over his sub, but in a more

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voyeuristic and exhibitionist type of way rather than chains and
shackles.

He didn’t like inflicting pain on his subs. He preferred dominating

them in more basic ways while still allowing them to maintain their
independence when need be.

As they all sat down at the table on the porch to eat, Harry

reluctantly poised himself away from Kai, although he still sat on the
man’s lap to eat. Dark just seemed used to it and sat next to them as
he gave them both a quick kiss before delving into his steak.
Conversation died out for a while as they began tucking into their
food. Everything was perfect with the meal. His steak was cooked to
perfection, the marinade giving a bit of a kick to the taste buds. The
side dishes also looked amazing, too. A perfect dish of tomato pasta
salad was truly sublime, while also a freshly tossed salad sat in
another bowl. The only sound around them was the groans and moans
of pleasure wafting throughout the porch as they all enjoyed their
meal.

“So, about why you guys are here,” Dark suddenly said. River felt

a shiver down his spine. This couldn’t be good. River knew every
time somebody said those words, something bad was going to happen.

“I need two of you to fly out and represent our pack in the annual

convention for supernaturals next week. I would go myself, but I have
two mates and an entire house worth of pack papers to sort through
for the council. They requested I send two wolves I trust with my life
to go in my place. I am asking you guys because I trust you the most.
All expenses, no matter how trivial, will be covered with pack money
as it is pack business.”

“Our pack, as one of the most prestigious and oldest, is required to

attend this event. Of course I still require one beta and one enforcer to
remain here. The other two will go to Montana on Monday for seven
days and participate in the events organized.” Dark paused to look
around at each man in turn before setting his eyes on his mates, who
cuddled up together under a blanket.

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“I’ll go,” River called out. When had he made that decision? Oh

right, the moment he noticed his long-term friends happy and was
unable to sit back and watch it while he sat across from them, his wolf
envious, wanting nothing more than to find his mate.

“Thank you, River. I appreciate it,” Dark said as he turned his

gaze over to Paul and Trip.

The men looked at each other as if playing some mental game of

rock, scissors, and paper before Paul growled and said through gritted
teeth, “Fine I’ll go. You owe me, man.”

River just laughed a good belly laugh at the slumped shoulders

and the pout on his beta’s face. “It’s okay, beta. We will have a blast.”
He chuckled when he saw the glare he got from Paul.

“Know your place, enforcer,” Paul retorted, immediately shutting

up River. River  loved his position as the pack enforcer and third in
command.  He just hated being labeled as pack enforcer. His entire
life, people had labeled him as something or another. As he grew up,
he was labeled as the giant. He knew he was tall even by werewolf
standards,  and as  a child,  he  had been  no different. His father  had
always called him a giant.  Although it didn’t sound so bad,  it hurt
River that everyone thought he was big.

Due to his size, he was uncoordinated and often tripped when

being taught how to control his wolf. As he grew up into an
adolescent, he began to fill out his tall frame and became graceful in
his movements, but by then after so many years of taunting, he
became angry and resilient. People in his pack then labeled him as
some sort of warrior because he scared off humans from their village.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to protect his pack. It was more like he
felt forced to do it. He hated being forced into anything when it
wasn’t an order from his alpha. Even when he came out to his pack
about being attracted to other men, he was suddenly unable to protect
his pack in the eyes of everyone around him. They had labeled him as
some sort of faggot. An abomination because he preferred to kiss and

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sleep with a man rather than a woman to produce cubs with, for sake
of the pack.

Because of this, he’d lost all his friends and family, apart from

Jay,  and  River along with Paul  eventually  made their way to Texas
and the light pack fifty years back,  after  numerous other packs had
exiled  them  because they were gay. He didn’t like it. The prejudice
they always received from being close friends, and then the hate when
someone found them to be gay was what he hated most. But at least
now he had found a home in which he could live happily and be who
he liked. He was now free to sleep with guys and not have anyone run
at him with a pitchfork, ready to hunt him down.

He only wanted one man though, and that man hadn’t shown his

face just yet.

* * * *

They were staying in the best-looking hotel. The reception area at

the very front of the hotel was something like the Ritz—not like River
had ever stepped foot in the Ritz. The walls were covered in creams
and off-white paints and wallpapers. Heavy cream-colored curtains
laced with gold drew on either side of every window. The hotel
employees appeared snobby and indifferent when dealing with him
and Paul. They won’t be getting a tip from me. He was unable to hide
the mischievous smile that crossed his lips as the idea formed in his
mind.

They were assigned to adjoining bedrooms. The bedroom was

posh by any standard one would expect. A four-poster, varnished
Oakwood bed frame was the main attraction of the room. The tall and
overstuffed bed pillows and cushions decorated the room in creams
and off-whites. The odd sparkle of gold appeared here and there, such
as in the lining. A small two-person breakfast table sat against the one
window overlooking the forest with the mountains in the background.

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To River, the view was worth staying inside an uncomfortably posh
hotel. The things he did for his alpha.

At least the bathroom had his beloved shower, and a nice one at

that. It was large, walk-in, and would provide River with morning and
evening blessings of heat and relaxation as he tried to wipe away his
tension. However, something about the place went amiss and didn’t
quite sit right with him. He decided he should check the place out.

The hotel was nice, he would give it that much, and his

assumption would increase as he saw more of the place. Behind the
reception area was a much larger space filled with sofas and tables out
in front of a variety of restaurants that appeared to be serving both
food and blood.

Werewolves required blood to survive. Other supernatural

creatures were also required to feed from humans, but in a more
emotional and mental way.

Vampires, werewolves, and other shape-shifters fed from the

blood of humans or any other living creature, although in modern
times they fed from blood banks to save human lives. When a
vampire or a werewolf found his or her mate, they could only drink
from their mate. Any other life source simply wouldn’t do.

As River glanced around the open space, he noticed it was busy.

Supernaturals of all kinds floated around the space, eating and
drinking, and some even gathered in small groups with each other
talking. He felt strangely out of place and not because of his flannel
shirt and faded jeans that had begun ripping at the knee. He was proud
to live in Texas, and he was even more proud to be known as third in
command of one of the most prestigious werewolf packs in the
country, probably in the world. People looking at him, though, made
him feel self-conscious that they turned away from him, as some even
laughed.

He knew he was gay, and it was pretty obvious he was gay. He

never hid his personality from others, and despite his size and stature
he was happy and content to ogle any sexy man he saw. At least he

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thought it was obvious, but one didn’t get to live for as long as he
could keep his ass kicking unless one experienced both sexes. He
thought back to the night he had realized he was gay. It was also the
same evening the Jay realized he was, too.

“Hey, River, you want to get drunk? Managed to get my dad to

give us some of his wine. Fancy coming down to the lake?” Jason
North, Jr. asked as he ran toward the tree line where River stood
kindling wood.

“Does a horse fuck in the doggy position? Hell yes, I’m in. Just let

me finish this last log, and I’ll join ya. Father says there will be a
storm coming tomorrow, and so Mother wishes to have kindling ready
for the fire. Ya know how she hates to be cold at night, Jay.” River
had always felt a little modern for his times as he called Jason “Jay.”
Their fathers never approved of the close relationship they had
formed. They often wandered throughout the forest together, running
in their wolf forms.

They’d had that type of easygoing friendship filled with

homosexual innuendos, although neither of them new they were gay
at the time. They were best friends.

At the waterfront of the makeshift pier, River and Jay sat side by

side as they let their feet dangle in the water. It was there they went to
get drunk, to spend time away from their obsessive fathers, and it was
there they’d  had their first sexual encounter.  River  had  been the
bottom despite his much larger frame. Although after they’d had their
respite,  they had swapped,  with Jay bottoming. It was then they’d
realized no woman in their pack gave them  what they needed. They
had tried it, of course, but to no avail.

What they had experienced in each other’s arms that night was

what they truly desired. The confident and yet masculine touch of a
man with callused fingers rather than the soft, dainty fingers of a
woman. River had realized he wanted his cock buried inside a butch
man’s tight asshole every time he had sexual intercourse rather than a
slimy cunt. He didn’t regret his experiences with women, and they

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were fine. But sex with a man, that had proved to be explosive.
However, after their fathers had figured out their sexual desires, they
had been exiled from the pack, even hunted at the beginning, but
luckily had gotten away.

To this day, neither of them had spoken with their parents. Now it

was too  late,  though. River had heard that sixty years ago,  some
vampire coven had wandered through the territory of his birth pack
and killed every shifter they sought out. He had long ago  become
adjusted to not speaking with his parents. Now he was happy being
enforcer for his pack in Texas. He had friends, a family, people who
accepted him for him and didn’t judge him based on his sexual
desires. He had no desire to ever leave Texas on a permanent basis.
His alpha had even mated with not just one man but two,  and
everybody accepted it with genuine smiles on their faces. He couldn’t
help but feel excited to know he could bring his mate home to a pack
that would accept their relationship, their bond together,  without
questions.

* * * *

Later that day after settling in, River heard a knock on the door as

he walked back into the bedroom  from swilling his face. When he
opened the door,  he saw a wide-eyed Paul standing there. The man
looked awful. His clothes were dirty, and  his hair was  in complete
disarray as he looked like he had been assaulted. It was then he heard
a strange whimper come from behind Paul’s back. He noticed a small
man in a ripped suit peering out at him from under Paul’s arm.

“Who’s that?” he asked as Paul directed the smaller man into his

room before walking through himself, locking and securing the door
afterward.

Paul just growled at him as he stepped up behind the man and put

his arms around him in a protective stance. He then began nuzzling

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the man’s head, rubbing his scent all over the man as River looked on,
jaw gaped open and shocked to his core.

“Mine,” Paul, his beta, grunted at him before the man began

growling, and Paul reluctantly lifted his chin from the man’s head.
River fell back against the wall, smiling at his beta, although he was
having difficulty processing the words in his suddenly depressed state
of mind. Now not only had his alpha mated to two incredible men that
had helped save their lives as well as their territory, but now his beta
had found his mate? River was beginning to think life was cruel.

The growling continued until he recognized it came from his

throat, and at the same time, a tantalising smell reached his nose. It
wasn’t the blood he smelled, but much rather the small man himself.
The scent was muted by the blood, and then it was there. His mate.

Fate wouldn’t have given him the same mate as his beta, would it?

He didn’t think he could share his mate with his boss, his friend, his
beta. He realized he had been expressing his thoughts aloud when
Paul suddenly moved the small man behind his back and allowed his
canines to descend and his claws to elongate. This was going to end
badly.  He could feel it. No two people were given the same mate
unless they were mates also. It just never happened that way. But here
he stood  in this predicament where one of them had to back down.
The Dom in them both demanded they be the only Dom in this man’s
life.

River allowed the shift to take hold of him. He changed into his

half-wolf and half-man form, ready to attack his beta to win his mate.
The moment his claws extended,  he ran,  or at least tried to. He
suddenly felt himself being restrained by large arms. He could see the
small man placing one protective arm around Paul, trying to calm him
down as his other hand covered his open  mouth as shock spread
throughout his face. Then he smelled it,  the same scent,  but  it was
stronger and  came from behind him. The arms holding him back
slackened as he changed back to his human form. He turned around to
see the most gorgeous man he had ever seen.

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He looked similar to the small man, but the scent was stronger.

This man was his mate. Not the small one holding on  to  Paul. He
suddenly remembered his beta. They had both shifted, ready to attack
over  who he thought was his mate. He felt embarrassed,  scared,
shocked,  and remorseful all at the same time. He slowly turned
around to see the angry glare of his boss,  not three feet from him.
Now the small man was trying to hold back the six-foot-four man.

“I am so sorry, beta. Please forgive me for almost attacking you

and your mate. I lost control of myself. I smelled your mate and
believed him to be mine. I never thought to question the muted scent
until I smelled the man behind me. Again, I apologize, Paul,” he said,
hearing the agony even in his own voice as he knelt on the floor,
looking down at his lap as he addressed the man above him.

Suddenly he heard his beta’s laugh. Curiously, he looked up

through his dark lashes and noticed all traces of anger had left his
friend’s face. The man was back in human form and smiling down at
him. Glancing back at his mate, he then moved his gaze down to his
own mate.

“Get up, River. I am no longer angry, and I realize your sudden

burst of anger directed at me when you smelled Damon. It seems to
me we’re now related, brother,” Paul said, amusement roaming his
face as River got up.

“Hello, brother,” the tall, handsome man said as he came forward

to stand next to River.

“Hello,” the smaller man said back as he looked up at their

unexpected visitor. The urge to claim his mate took control of River
as his libido shot right up at the sound of his mate’s voice. He kissed
the man. He devoured him, demanding control of what he needed. His
mate gave just as good as what was given to him by kissing him back,
even opening his mouth as he moaned to allow River entrance to the
hot cavern.

When he pulled away from his mate’s parted lips, he was

breathless, and he took great satisfaction in seeing his mate had a

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healthy flush burning its way up his neck and face. He cupped the
man’s cheek as he asked, “What’s your name, pet?” He never liked
the old-fashioned BDSM nicknames Doms gave to subs all the time,
but for some reason it suited this man.

“Angel, Master,” he replied, and River’s mouth hung open wide

enough to fit the Grand Canyon in. He supposed his mate had no idea
what that word did to him, but he knew Angel would soon enough
when he consummated the bond with his man.

“You’re mine,” he growled as he pulled the big man into his arms.

Hands began searching desperately, and not just his own, as they
began kissing once again. Hands cupped his ass tightly as River thrust
his erection into Angel’s jeans-clad cock. A door slamming in the not-
too-far distance rang in his mind, and he reluctantly pulled away from
his mate.

He noticed they were left alone in the bedroom as he looked over

to the still-locked front door. He knew that Paul and Damon had gone
into his beta’s room, probably to get better acquainted, as he was
hoping for with his mate. But the man seemed to have that covered
already.

He hadn’t realized, but the sexy man had removed his jeans, and a

hot, wet cavern encircled his cock in a tight suction, and a deep growl
rose from River’s belly as he noticed his mate was on his knees and
sucking his eleven-inch cock all the way into his mouth. Throat
muscles contracted and relaxed in a swallowing action around the
head of his cock. So many unexpected sensations bombarded his body
as River came, and boy did he come hard, shooting load after load of
hot, creamy seed down Angel’s throat. Still, his lover wouldn’t let go
of the cock in his mouth,  though. He kept sucking at the engorged
head,  River’s  shaft still as hard as it was five minutes ago but ten
times as sensitive. He made all sorts of sounds a man of his stature
shouldn’t make. He whimpered. The mouth on his cock was  too
much,  and the fact that it was his mate giving the sensations drew
another mind-numbing orgasm from his body.

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His balls drew up tight to his body as he felt his shaft pulse with

the immensely torturous climax that ripped through him. More pearly-
white seed erupted from his cockhead as he came once more. His
mate finally released his cock,  but every drop of cum had been
swallowed. No man had ever swallowed his cum before.  Even as a
Dom, he chose not to force his subs to do it. If they did, just great, but
if not, it didn’t matter. But seeing his mate swallow every ounce of his
cum kept him perpetually hard.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, pet,” he stated as he looked

down into the brightest violet eyes he had ever seen—although he had
never seen anyone with violet eyes before. They looked sexy on this
man.

Angel stood up with a seductive grin on his face as he all but

ripped his clothes off to reveal a smoking hot body that made River
drool. Tight,  toned arms emerged from prominent broad shoulders.
With a chest  any major athlete would kill  for and the sexiest eight-
pack River had ever seen. No hair ran the length of his body apart
from a small, pure white snail trail that led from his belly button to his
groin. He oozed sex appeal, and he thanked the heavens, the gods, the
goddesses,  and whoever else was considered sacred for giving him
such a perfectly sculpted mate.

The cock Angel sported was well-and-truly hard, as well as long

and thick, just how he liked his cocks, already leaking copious
amounts of pre-cum on his taut abdomen. He had to taste him.

He pushed his mate back until the man’s legs hit the bed, and

Angel fell down onto it, bouncing twice before he fell still. Angel was
practically vibrating with his desire and lust as he looked down the
body he would soon ravish. He wanted to savour the feeling of their
first time together, but he also wanted to go straight for the good stuff.
River was never a patient man anyway.

He dived for the hard cock in between his pet’s legs as he sucked

it like a starving man. He ran his tongue around the head once, twice,
before licking it like a lollipop, gathering the pre-cum on his tongue.

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The taste exploded on his tongue, and he dived for more. He needed
his mate’s release. He craved it. But he also wanted to sink into
Angel’s ass as he felt his inner walls clamp down on his cock before
his mate came.

Moans of joy and desperation filled River’s ears as Angel pleaded

to be allowed his release. A natural sub, he thought of the man’s
natural knowledge of who was the dominant in their new relationship.
He let the cock drop from his mouth, in sights of something else to
play with.

“Please...River, please. I...I n–need t–to come,” he stuttered, and

River smiled around the ball he suddenly drew into his mouth,
causing his mate to writhe and buck beneath him in desperation to
come. River grabbed the wrist of the hand that reached to play with
the cock he was enjoying, teasing.

“No,” he demanded in his strongest Dom voice. It caused a shiver

to run through his mate’s body at being denied the pleasure of
masturbating himself.

River couldn’t allow it. This was his cock now to play with, to

tease as he so wished. Nobody, not even Angel himself, could touch
him without his permission, hell, especially his mate. He drew the ball
he had been suckling back into his mouth for a moment before going
to the other and moving round his mate’s body.

He pulled Angel’s legs back to the man’s chest as he delved for

the pink puckered hole he found in between his mate’s perfect globes.
He licked and suckled at the puckered flesh as he continued to hear
moans and groans fall from his man’s mouth. Even a few pleads made
their way to River’s ears, and he rejoiced in the fact he could send his
mate so far deep into a lust-filled haze that Angel would resort to
pleading and begging. He suddenly saw begging a part of their future,
and the idea spurred him on more.

Allowing a partial change to occur to his body, River allowed his

wolf’s tongue to shift, and he thrust it straight into his mate’s

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quivering hole. He screamed cries of joy as muscles clamped around
his tongue.

“Do not come.” He grunted every word out precisely so there

would be no confusion between them that he wouldn’t allow him to
come yet.

Going back to his oral onslaught, River thrust his tongue in once

more, circling in around the first ring of tight muscles, loosening his
mate up for his cock. He knew he had hit the man’s prostate when he
heard Angel cry out then groan as he tried to rein back his imminent
orgasm. He knew Angel wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer,
so he began to pull out.

Angel whimpered as he pulled his tongue out, but then suddenly

turned to cries of joy as it was replaced with his big, hard cock.
“Ahhhhh,” Angel screamed as River thrust in one slam, balls-deep.
He didn’t give the man chance to get used to his wide girth as he
began pummeling in and out of his mate’s hole. He pulled out until
only the head remained then slammed back home quickly. He
rammed his pet’s hole hard, deep, and fast.

“Harder!” Angel screamed. Who was River to deny his newly

found mate anything? So he began driving his cock in and out and as
hard as he could to earn a cry of frustration and a shudder of pleasure
every time his cock ran past the man’s prostate. He changed the angle
slightly so every time he thrust home he would hit the man’s prostate
head on. His mate’s cries increased in volume to the point River
thought he would definitely have to purchase a ball gag to use on his
precious gift of a soul mate.

Angel was loud, and River loved it, but he didn’t want everybody

hearing his mate’s pleasure. That stuff was reserved for him and only
him.

For the third time in what felt like seconds, he felt his balls draw

up painfully tight against his body. He wanted his mate to come with
him.

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“Come for me, pet,” he growled as he tried to stave off his

orgasm, but he didn’t need to bother, as Angel’s body listened to him,
and his mate came. He flooded the space between them with his
release until he slumped to the bed, completely spent. River continued
to pump into the man until the grip became too tight to move, so he
happily halted all movement as his orgasm ripped through him to fill
his mate’s greedy hole with his seed.

As his orgasm began to ebb, River collapsed to the side of Angel.

Bringing his mate with him until they faced each other, River was still
buried deep inside the man’s ass. Spent, sated, and tired, he fell into a
deep, dreamless sleep.

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Angel awoke to an empty bed. The only evidence he was finally

with his mate was the delicious ache in his ass. He just wished he
could have awoken in the man’s arms. As he rolled over to the edge
of the bed, he noticed a door slightly ajar. Distant voices came from
the doorway.

Looking out the window, he noticed the pitch-black sky and

realized it was still nighttime. As he pulled his jeans on, Angel went
in search for his mate until he heard the sound of River’s voice
coming from the doorway.

Gently easing it open, Angel stepped through to see the most

beautiful sight he had ever seen. River half sat and half lay against the
wall, only his faded jeans with a rip at the knee covering his big,
muscular body. Collar-length blond hair swept over his broad
shoulders. His eyes closed, with one leg bent up and spread apart as if
inviting Angel to crawl between them. He must have RSVPed the
invitation because he found himself moving toward the sexy man
before crawling in between his powerful thighs.

He startled River, because the man’s eyes immediately shot open,

ready to defend himself until he realized it was Angel leaning his
back against the muscular chest.

“You should be resting, pet,” he crooned in Angel’s ear.
“I would have if I hadn’t woken up alone.”
River didn’t say a word but nuzzled his cheek, rubbing his scent

all over him. He strangely felt ecstatic about it. He figured he would
have felt repulsed, disdainful, something, but instead, he felt happy

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that his mate felt possessive enough over him to rub his scent all over
him. It gave him a sense of belonging, of love.

“You mind not rubbing off on my brother while I’m in the room?”

A voice broke through his haze as his eyes fluttered open. He
recognized his brother standing in a doorway to a bathroom, wearing
sweats too big for him.

“Nice to see you, too, brother. It’s been too long,” he said after

River pulled away from his neck.

“It sure has. Although you realize you have a werewolf attached

to you?” Damon giggled as some mystery man Angel saw by his
brother earlier stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel and
wrapped his arms around Damon.

“So do you, baby,” the mystery man crooned, and he nuzzled

Damon’s neck just as River had done to Angel.

“Who are you? And why are you all over my brother?” Angel

glared. It was his younger brother, after all. He had spent too long
without Damon to lose him once more.

“Oh my bad, Paul Jones. I believe I am your brother’s werewolf

mate and beta of the light pack in Texas. Pleased to meet you.” The
man now named Paul held out one hand while keeping the other
wrapped around Damon’s shoulders.

“Angel,” he said as he shook the man’s hand who was now

effectively his brother.

“Welcome to the family, I guess,” he added as he saw the scowl

on his brother’s face. He must have done well because Damon visibly
relaxed and smiled at him.

“Thank you,” he mouthed to Angel as he snuggled back against

Paul’s chest.

Angel suddenly felt nervous. He knew he was in good hands with

his mate,  but would his brother have the same luck? His body
suddenly tensed,  and  every muscle contracted in River’s arms.
Thankfully the bond between them was there,  and  Angel found
himself thinking how River knew exactly how to calm him down.

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“Don’t worry, pet. Damon is in the best hands with Paul. He is our

beta for a reason. You can trust him as you would Damon.”

Angel responded by blushing and tucking his face into River’s

neck,  inhaling the man’s heady scent. His mate was truly gorgeous.
Standing at six foot eight and close to three hundred pounds of pure
muscle, he looked like a god. He loved the fact his mate was sexy as
sin. River’s hand caressed up Angel’s arm,  past  his shoulder and
neck,  and up to cup his chin. He gently lifted his chin so looked at
River’s beautiful silver eyes. “Don’t ever be embarrassed, pet,”  he
sternly said as River’s mouth came to rest in front of his. They were
so close their noses touched lightly.

Angel’s breath caught in his throat from the loving look River

gave him and the close proximity in which they were at. “Yes,
Master,” he agreed as he blushed even more. Something screamed to
him to call this man, his mate, master. He had no idea how it came
about. He had never tried BDSM but knew all about it. It wasn’t that
he had no desire to try the lifestyle. He craved the lifestyle more than
anything, but he’d just never found the right man to dominate him.

River’s breath hitched as he said that one little word, and Angel

knew in his heart his mate loved the idea of being his master. He
would spend eternity making sure he was the perfect sub for his Dom.
Then River’s lips landed on his in a slowly sensual yet toe-curling
kiss. He opened up for his mate to allow River’s tongue to delve into
his mouth. River searched every corner of Angel’s mouth as Angel
did the same. He loved the taste of his man this way. It made his cock
harden through his jeans as he felt River’s hard-on nestle against his
ass.

The sound of a clearing throat just about registered in Angel’s

mind. “Okay, how about you two stop playing tonsil hockey and help
us figure out who in hell is after my mate?” Paul suggested while
growling, causing Angel to remove his lips from his mate’s mouth.
River let out a small moan of protest, which made Angel smile up at

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the big man. How he could reduce a man like River to moans of
protest had him beat.

Angel turned to face his brother and, well, brother-in-law as the

human phrase went. Shock, anger, and repulsion filled his mind at the
prospect of somebody after his long-lost brother. “What do you mean
someone is after Damon?” he bit out. He needed to make sure his
brother was safe. That was what a big brother did.

“Pet, you remember when we first met in the next room?” River

asked of him.

Angel nodded.
“Well, just before you showed up, Paul came in with a distraught-

looking Damon, and his suit was dirty and in shreds, barely hanging
on his body. It was obvious he had been involved in some sort of
fight. Thank God there were no lasting injuries,” River answered.
Angel just looked from his master to the other large man now
cuddling a sobbing Damon. It made Angel’s heart break. All this time
he had believed his brother to be dead and gone, nowhere to be seen,
and now he had stumbled across his brother and his mate. He should
be happy. Everything should be perfect, but no. They had to deal with
someone hell-bent on hurting or even trying to kill his brother.

“How did you get here, anyway?” Paul asked from the chair by

the window. Damon just nodded toward Angel, silently giving his
agreement to answer. River’s arms just tightened around his shoulders
and chest as he took a deep breath.

“Damon called me,” he answered, looking Damon in the eye as he

answered.

“You got a cell? Why didn’t you think to ring anybody that could

help you with whoever attacked you? Why did you just accept the
attack and not phone for help,” Paul shouted,  but the further he got
along the more it turned into a high-pitched squeal. Angel just
laughed,  and Damon giggled at Paul’s rant. The situation might not
have  been  funny,  but the rant itself made everything seem so much
lighter.

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“I’m sorry,” Damon whispered as he cuddled back further onto

Paul’s lap. He glared at Angel, warning him not to say anything just
yet. He didn’t know why his brother didn’t want to tell Paul and River
what they were. It was bound to come out eventually. They were their
mates after all, and they had a right to know. But out of respect for his
wishes, Angel didn’t say a word. it wasn’t his place to tell Paul
anything.

“Okay. What did these guys look like, and what did they want?”

River asked. Concern laced his voice as he spoke from behind Angel.
Long moments passed where nobody said a word. The only person
who could answer was Damon, and he had his lips squeezed tightly
together.

“Baby,” Angel began, looking down into his brother’s eyes as he

held on tight to River’s arms around him, refusing to let his mate go
anytime soon.

“I’m fine. I don’t know what they want, exactly. They have gotten

to me a few times over the past several months, never doing any
damage apart from scaring me, but they seem to be getting closer to
harming me as each time passes by. They keep saying I have
something that belongs to them, but I don’t know what they are going
on about.

“Every time they catch me is after an important meeting while I

am dressed my best. They look toward me expectantly, awaiting for
me to hand something over to them, and when I don’t, they sort of
attack me. They don’t do anything physically painful. They just make
sure I appear dirty, and they rip my suits right off my body.”

“What are these people, baby? What do they look like? Could you

identify them if you saw them again, baby?” Paul asked as he
practically shouted, his voice heavy with concern.

Damon nodded against his mate’s chest, which was still glistening

from his shower.

Angel was stumped. If somebody was after whatever they

required from Damon, why not just come right out with it? Why not

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just say, “I want what you have”? Why bother with the whole charade
thing?

Nobody said anything then. What was there to say? They were at

a loss. Without knowing what they were dealing with, they would
have to wait until the persons responsible for attacking his baby
brother showed their faces. They couldn’t do a lot.

* * * *

River was livid. He could feel the tension in his mate’s shoulders

as he sat there clutching River’s arms tightly, and his knuckles turned
white. River didn’t say a thing.  If it helped his mate deal with his
sudden anger toward the people who were after his brother,  then let
him do it. River just wished he could do something to help. Not only
because  Damon  was Angel’s brother,  but that sort of made Damon
and Paul his brothers also. He looked after his family. After so many
years of only having his best friend Jay as family, he suddenly had the
perfect mate and two brothers. His heart felt light and heavy at the
same time.

He felt absolute bliss at the prospect of having a true family in the

blood sense but also complete anger that somebody would want to
take his mate’s brother away from Angel and take the mate of his beta
away from Paul. If he ever laid eyes on the men who dared mess with
his newfound family, he vowed silently to kill them all. Locking eyes
with his beta, Paul, he knew the man felt the same way. What man
wouldn’t when his mate was in danger?

As the sky began to turn orange, announcing it was dawn, River

heard his stomach growl. He just then realized he hadn’t eaten in
twenty-four hours. He picked up the menu for room service and called
his mate to order some food.

“What do you fancy to eat, pet?” he asked as he tucked his mate

under his arm. He loved having his mate at his side, but he loved the

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idea of claiming his mate even more, giving this man his mating mark
for all to see for eternity.

“Pancakes with blueberry syrup and bacon,” Angel immediately

answered without even looking at the menu. He couldn’t help it, and
he laughed hard at the sound of his mate’s gleefulness. He would have
to remember that combination for when he got into trouble with his
mate in the future.

Angel may have appeared submissive and to enjoy it in the

bedroom, but River had a strong feeling his mate liked having some
semblance of independence, and River wouldn’t always be allowed to
give him that independence. It would get them into a lot of arguments
over the years, especially with River’s position as pack enforcer.

Picking up the phone, River dialed room service as his mate sat

down. “Hello. Can I have two large portions of pancakes, two
portions of bacon, blueberry syrup, one maple syrup, and a carafe of
coffee to room 514.”

“Yes, sir. The waiter should be up with your meal in twenty

minutes.” Then the woman from the front desk hung up.

River sat down in the chair opposite his mate as he looked back

out the window.

“Do you think he will be okay?” Angel suddenly asked in a quiet

voice laced with concern and fear.

“Yes, pet. He will be just fine. With you, me, and Paul to protect

him, no man, woman, child, or animal will get near Damon without
our permission.” River reached over to take Angel’s hands in his
before he continued, “Paul especially will not allow another to touch
or harm his mate in any way, shape, or form. Understand?”

Angel nodded as a knock on the door alerted River to room

service.

“Babe? Why is the lock engaged?” he asked Angel as he opened

the door for the waiter to bring their breakfast in. The man placed
everything on the table and swiftly left after he figured River wasn’t
going to tip him.

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Angel was silent throughout breakfast, well, apart from the

moaning in satisfaction from his food. By the time he had stopped
eating, River was ready to come, but he had other issues to deal with.

“Why was the door locked?” he asked again softly.
Angel looked up from his plate to River’s eyes before casting his

glance out the window somewhere. He began to feel nervous and
wondered what his mate was hiding. Paul had locked the door when
he’d come in yesterday afternoon with Damon. He hadn’t opened the
door and knew that Paul’s door had been locked the entire time.

“How did you get in here yesterday?” he asked instead. He was

beginning to feel his mate was somehow the bad guy in all of this
mess regarding Damon. He wanted, no, he needed his mate to be
innocent in this. He wouldn’t survive it, being granted his mate and
then finding out he was some sort of criminal. He needed his mate to
be the good guy so much.

Angel looked at him in a way that River couldn’t decipher. “Talk,

pet,” he said in his sternest Dom voice, showing his mate he meant
business, and he wanted answers now.

As Angel sighed, he began talking. “Damon called me.” River had

heard him say that in Paul’s room. He didn’t believe it then, and he
didn’t now. He had seen the look of pleading Damon had given Angel
before he had shut his mouth.

“I don’t believe you,” he replied. “I want the truth, now pet.”
“I–it’s true. I–I ain’t ly–lying. I promise,” he stuttered. River

knew he had caught Angel , and he felt satisfaction in that. But he was
also nervous at what the truth might entail.

“I want the truth, pet, and I want it now,” River demanded, almost

shouting at this point. What was so horrible that his mate couldn’t talk
to him about it? He heard Angel mutter something under his breath,
but before he could ask, the man began talking.

“It’s true. I wasn’t lying when I said Damon called me. He just

never called me the way you and Paul imagine.” He paused to take

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several deep, calming breaths. River stayed silent and sat back in his
chair as he waited for Angel to continue.

“What I am. What Damon and I are is not something you or

anyone of your kind has ever come across before. As siblings of our
race,  we can call upon  one another when in dire need.  For example,
when we are scared for our lives or ecstatic about something like
finding our mate, we’re able to find each other. It is like a calling of
sorts,  and we teleport straight to that sibling. That is what happened
when I turned up.

“Damon was so happy he had found his mate, but then he was

scared for said mate when you and Paul began shifting. I immediately
turned up, but to my disbelief I also found my mate in that very
room.”

“You can teleport?” River asked, thinking that it was pretty cool

to be able to do that. Unfortunately, Angel didn’t agree.

“You demand me to answer your questions, the answers at which

could put both our lives in danger,  and all you pick up from that  is
that  I  can teleport myself? Seriously, River,” Angel shouted as he
stood. The man began pacing back and forth across the room,  his
hands clasped behind his back as he watched the floor.

River was stuck to the chair. He felt afraid to move, to speak.

Hell, he even felt afraid to breathe, in fear his mate would yell at him.
The enforcer, the Dom, and the wolf in him all wanted to throw the
large man over his lap and spank his ass raw until the man submitted,
but River allowed his mate this one thing. At least for the time being.
Soon he would have to learn obedience.

“What are you?” he finally asked. He had wanted to know the

answer to that question since he had met the man almost twenty-four
hours ago, and he still couldn’t pick up on a scent that associated him
with a supernatural.

Angel then laughed. It wasn’t a hysterical laugh as he would have

presumed, or even a small sarcastic laugh, but a real full belly laugh.

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“I’m an angel,” he answered. “I am an angel. Damon is an angel. That
is why it is important we keep the information to ourselves.”

“Why?” he asked, suddenly feeling they were getting somewhere

with answers to what felt like a million questions.

“All angels are immortal, and I don’t mean your supernatural

immortal. All angels cannot be killed in any way, shape, or form. We
are born, and we live forever. In this world, though, there are dangers
that I have learned about the hard way. All angels live on another
plane. Our own world that nobody can get in or out of. It’s a way of
protecting ourselves, if you will. Once we reach maturity, we become
fully immortal as the aging process stops just like werewolves,
vampires, and all other supernaturals. We also have certain abilities
that every angel possesses, such as when we claim our life mate, we
become mentally and physically connected with that person.”

“What do you mean you cannot be killed?” River asked,

wondering how somebody could survive a bullet to the head or having
their heart ripped out.

“In this world, I am fully normally on the outside. You can touch

me,  and I can touch you, et cetera. But when we are under threat,
others  causing  us  fatal harm  becomes absolute. It becomes
impossible. We kind of take after the appearance as a ghost yet
visible. Anybody who wishes to do fatal harm in any means, whether
it is by hand, gun, sword, knife,  and so forth,  the object will move
straight through us without causing any danger.”

“If what you say is correct and nobody, not even angels, can move

from your angel realm to another, how did you appear here in this
realm?” he asked, feeling puzzled and confused.

“I don’t know the exact reason, but I have a theory,” Angel began.

“My last few months on the angel realm were a new experience. As
we cannot die under any circumstances,  it also means angels do not
get sick like humans here can,  but the last few months on my home
realm, I became sicklike. I felt weak to the point I couldn’t get out of
bed. The last months, though,  it became so bad that I began to fade.

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The same thing had happened with my brother Damon ten years
previous. My parents believed it was a curse set upon our family
because their only children, Damon and I, became ill and faded.

“When the day came that I faded entirely, I woke up in another

place. A human found me lying in the snow completely naked. I then
got taken in by this human woman and her family, and I spent five
years with them before I realized they aged, and I had to move on.
That was two hundred years ago,” Angel said.

“I believe Damon and I both faded from the angel realm and woke

up here on the planet Earth because we had mates here. If we were
given mates here, and we remained in the angel realm, I would never
have met you, and the same goes for Paul and Damon. I haven’t come
across Damon or seen him until yesterday. We never crossed paths or
anything until yesterday.”

“When did you come here?” River asked curiously.
“Two hundred years ago, plus or minus a few months. Why?” he

asked, raising one eyebrow.

“I suppose you wouldn’t remember the date at all would you?” he

asked, skeptical and wondering why he was even asking the question
to begin with.

“Actually I do. The woman who took me in mentioned the date.

You forget, although angels speak the same languages as humans, we
count the years differently, and now I understand them, but back then
I hadn’t a clue. The woman had said it was April 13, 1811.”

River’s jaw dropped. That was the date he was born.
“I believed over the years that I was indeed here to meet my mate,

but I never had any kind of proof, nor did I ever find him or her
until...”

“Yesterday,” they finished in unison.
Angel gave River a goofy smile as he looked at where River still

sat in the chair, from his position of leaning against the bedpost.

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“You realize that April thirteenth, 1811, was the day I was, in fact,

born on, don’t you?” he asked as he searched his mate’s face for any
flicker of emotion.

River looked up at his mate’s handsome face, knowing Angel’s

mind must be going a mile a minute. Pure white stubble had just
begun making its way across his mate’s chin. It matched his hair
perfectly. He looked simply beautiful and ethereal as he stood there, a
smile gradually working its way along his face.

“Really?” he asked.
“Really.” River replied.
The smile grew large and dazzling as perfectly straight white teeth

emerged.

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Chapter

River had spent the majority of the morning loving on Angel.

After breakfast, they had let loose their worries and fucked like only
two men could. Angel loved the feel of River’s big hard cock in his
ass and mouth. He had never felt so free, so wanton to do anything
until he’d  met this man. Angel had learned,  well before River had
even been born,  that he was gay. Unlike in this world,  back home
where he came from, men and women were free to be with whomever
they wished.

One day Angel had been hanging around with a group of friends,

a sort of party for finishing their training. One thing led to another,
and he found himself the object of his friend’s desires. His friend was
a very burly man. Just as tall as Angel but much bigger, Garrett had
began touching him, working his way down Angel’s body until he
had come to his cock.

Angel wasn’t attracted to men back then, but apparently nobody

told his body that. His heart rate had increased. His cock had filled
out,  noticeably interested. His breaths began coming out in short,
shallow pants as Garrett had removed his bottoms to release his now-
hard cock. The wet envelope of Garrett’s mouth on his cock had been
extraordinary. He had received blow jobs from some of the women he
had slept with,  but nothing like Garrett’s. This made him achieve
climax so much quicker than if a woman was doing it. He had begun
thrusting his hips into his friend’s mouth until the head of his cock hit
the back of the other man’s throat.

Angel remembered he had never come so hard or so fast in his

entire life. He had felt exhausted, yet despite the most incredible

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orgasm of his life,  he’d  remained hard. He remembered Garrett
looking up at him with a lust-filled gaze as he said, “Fuck me.” And
boy did he. Angel soon had Garrett on his hands and knees despite the
man’s bigger size and weight. Something in Angel had sort of clicked
into place, and the gay in Angel had been released. He had dived for
the man’s ass,  licking and sucking at the puckered flesh on both his
cheeks and the little pink hole winking at him.

The most invigorating, spicy taste exploded over his tongue as he

continued to lick, nip, and suckle at the tortured flesh. Then he had
fucked the man. Angels, much like the supernaturals, couldn’t receive
or give diseases out, so there was no need for condoms. Hell, the
angel realm didn’t even have condoms. What was the point?

Angel had even come again from fucking the man’s ass. The

feeling of his inner muscles clamping down on his cock as the man
had pushed him over the edge and into oblivion.

Ever since that experience, Angel had tried all sorts of things, but

the one thing he had never tried was BDSM, although he craved the
lifestyle. River was obviously that Dom that he had been waiting for.

A door opening caught his attention. He had been staring out of

the window looking at the tree line. He looked back to see his brother
walking into his room. Angel sighed. It was all he could do. He hadn’t
seen his brother in two hundred and ten years. He had thought that
somehow they were wrong, and angels could indeed die. But here he
was in the same room as the brother he knew well. He had changed
quite a bit with a different hairstyle and clothing, but he was still the
boyishly handsome man he was back in the angel realm.

Both men continued to stare at one another for several moments

until emotion took control of them. They burst out crying and ran into
each other’s arms for the first time in what felt like an eternity. They
embraced in a brotherly hug for several moments until both men had
their emotions under control.

“How are you, brother?” Angel asked first, wiping the tears from

his brother’s red-rimmed eyes.

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“I am good, Angel, thank you. Even better now I have my mate

and my brother. Oh, how I have missed you.”

“I know it has been too long. We believed you had died,” Angel

said as tears welled up again,  remembering the time in which his
brother had faded over time until nothing remained. His mother had
cried herself to sleep for years. His father, although trying to be strong
for his mother, had also broken down on occasion. Angel himself had
become empty.  He’d  felt as if a  part of himself had gone when his
brother  had faded.  It had been too painful on them,  and to know his
parents went through the same thing when he faded,  he just wished
they were ok.

“No. After I faded, I awoke sweating on a beach. A man called

Francis helped me get on my own two feet. You should have seen the
shock on my face when I felt attracted to the man. I wanted to crawl
under a rock as my face flushed. He took me in, looked after me, and
even shared my first gay experience with him.” Damon giggled as if
remembering something from a good time in his life.

“Over the years, I discovered the existence of vampires,

werewolves, fairies, et cetera, and it was some scary-ass shit.
Everything I had known at home was completely different here. Here,
people could die. The amount of people I saw shot dead, stabbed, and
knifed, it was shocking.”

Angel hugged his brother once again at the fear he saw in the

man’s eyes. He was supposed to protect Damon, as his older brother,
but he hadn’t been there for over two centuries. For two centuries he
had been involved in his own mess, his own life, trying to figure it out
for a second time when he could have found his brother, which made
him feel guilty, especially when they could have figured it out
together. His brother had been so innocent-minded before he faded, a
good boy at heart, working for a living, helping their mother out with
chores and dinner when required. Now here he was exposed to
murders, suicides, and evil beings of both human and supernatural
form. He didn’t like his younger brother being involved in all this,

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especially when somebody could very well hurt him physically, even
if they couldn’t kill him.

“I’m glad you’re okay now, Damon, and I’m happy were back

together. We will never be apart from each other again,” Angel
promised. He needed to reassure them both that they would always be
close to one another. Even in modern times, they could each phone
each other when they weren’t together face-to-face. He had his
brother back.

“You might want to reserve that until you see what I do for a

living.” Damon snickered. How Angel had thought his brother to be
innocent, he had no idea. When the man snickered, Angel knew he
had something up his sleeve. He was crafty that way.

“Tell me,” he said, wondering if he would regret it in a few

moments. What he found out made him slightly embarrassed and then
regretful.

* * * *

River sat downstairs in the hotel. He needed a drink badly. He had

the most gorgeous man to ever walk this planet upstairs in his room
waiting for him to go up and claim him only like a werewolf can
claim his mate. Speaking of his wolf, the animal within him was
pacing, demanding he be let out of this confinement of a suit and let
loose to run free in the woods. Wanting find his mate and ravish him.

He was stuck in a small, shabby office alongside Paul and two

other goons who worked at the hotel. He didn’t trust them as far as he
could throw them. They screamed dodgy, but he wouldn’t leave them
alone. He had promised himself to do whatever he could to keep the
employees safe. If somebody was in trouble, he would fight to protect
them.

“And so that’s our problem, gentlemen,” the first goon finished.

He had been talking a mile a minute for the past twenty minutes.
River was shocked the man hadn’t collapsed. He hadn’t taken a breath

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throughout the whole thing. River was sure he had missed vital parts
to the speech, but he could have cared less at that precise moment. He
started thinking about Angel. How he would look giving River a
striptease. How he would look with a collar and leash around his
neck. That was River’s fantasy.

Every sub he’d ever been involved with had worn his collar and

the leash when out in public. He loved the look he got from his sub
when he put the leash on and when they went into the garden and
played. It wasn’t for everybody, some even called it demeaning, but
River knew better. It was about having so much control over his sub
that they would fully trust him to ensure their safety and every need,
not just the sexual needs.

River was far from twenty-four-seven lifestyle some men he knew

in the BDSM world, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have his mate go out
in public with the leash on. They were equals after all,  and River
wanted it to be that way.  He would prefer they walk together as a
couple than master and sub. There would be no relationship unless his
mate could talk to him as an equal. That was where he had gone
wrong with past submissives, but he hadn’t wanted a long-term thing
with them. Now that he had his mate, he would live the rest of his life
with the man he was apparently made to be with.

He loved watching sexual acts but also being watched. Back at the

club, he favored the “voyeur’s paradise” as the employees had labeled
it.

Voyeur’s paradise was a room in the second section of the club.

The second section was the S-  and  R-level  spankings and restraints,
and  one room on the floor was dedicated to voyeurs and
exhibitionists. It hosted various scenes already set up.  The bedroom
scene even came equipped with a two-way computer so the voyeurs
could request something specific to the exhibitionists.

“Do you understand, enforcer?” the dodgy goon snapped. River

was getting pretty sick and tired of people calling him that. He was a
Dom, a wolf, a man. Hell, he was a mate. He was so much more than

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just an enforcer, and he hated the demeaning label like it was tattooed
on his forehead.

Biting back a growl, he gritted out “Yes.” It would be bad for the

pack and especially his Alpha, Dark, if he were to growl at this man.
Now if only he could concentrate on anything but his mate. Doubt it.

Walking out of the office and toward the hotel bar, River snatched

up a barstool and called the barman over. “Bourbon, neat,” he
requested.

“Bit early for drinks, don’t you think?” Paul snickered.
“It’s never too early, and plus, why should I be down here in this

constricting suit that my wolf hates when I could be upstairs naked in
bed and buried inside my mate. I prefer the latter,” he ground out. Just
the idea of being buried balls-deep inside his pet made him hard. He
would have to stop with the thoughts or else he would be in a lot of
trouble. As a Dom, he should have full control over his emotions and
concentration, but something about his mate made him lose control.
He would have to remember to ask the alpha mate Kai how he dealt
with two subs, both his mates.

Paul laughed as he clipped River on the shoulder. “Of course you

want that. He’s your mate. We will never have enough of them.”

“Then why aren’t you going crazy?” he asked, raising an eyebrow

in question at his beta.

“Hell, I am, but I’m the beta of my own pack. It won’t look good

if I am seen blowing off my duty to my alpha while I am here to run
upstairs and fuck my mate into the mattress. Even if I want that more
than my next breath. You have to start exercising that same restraint
as pack enforcer. Before you get on your high horse about it being a
label and all that shit, remember, it isn’t. The pack sees us as someone
to set examples and to set the rules. Help them out when in need. If
you go off your rocker every time somebody calls you the enforcer,
we won’t have a pack for very long.”

River knew Paul was right, but as a dominant male, he refused to

admit it aloud, although he did agree. He was the man his pack came

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to when they needed help with anything. He was the one who made
sure Dark’s rules were being obeyed. He was the one who carried out
the punishment when a rule was broken. He had to have a level head
and thick skin to do the job.

“How about we go take a look around the events and the woods

out back for a bit, and then we will go see what our mates are up to?”
Paul asked. River knew he was asking out of respect because the man,
as his beta, could easily order him to do whatever he said. But
searching the grounds as to make sure everything was as it was
supposed to be, over with spending some quality time with his mate,
sounded better than having to leave his mate again.

* * * *

“Where is that pesky angel? You cannot tell me you have just lost

him. How could you lose someone like him?  He isn’t exactly
invisible.” The man growled. He seemed to be  pissed at something
and a few someones,  but why were the  men talking after Damon?
Unless they were the men who would rough him up.

River had been out checking the woods while Paul checked the

buildings. They had decided to split up and cover ground quicker than
if they had gone  together. He had been checking the eastern side of
the woods, furthest away from the hotel,  when he came across four
men. Three of them were vampires, the other an elf.

“Why would an elf be after Damon?” Angel asked from beside

River.

“I don’t know, pet. I honestly don’t know,” he replied. Had he just

spoke to Angel, his mate, ? As he looked to his right, he saw the man
crouching behind the bush in a stance similar to his own as he looked
at  Angel  with a mixture of confusion an anger written on his face.
River knew how his mate must feel because this was not safe for
Angel. If the men caught Angel with him,  they would be in huge
trouble. Maybe Angel couldn’t be killed,  but he could still be hurt,

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tortured, and kidnapped. He didn’t like the idea of his mate being
anywhere but his side, except for right now. Right now they had to
move.

The elf continued to yell at the three larger vampires. Elves were

tiny creatures, usually no taller than five feet, but some of them would
become evil, needing as much power as they could.

Supernaturals, such as elves and fairies, required good memories

from a human in order to survive. They wouldn’t necessarily remove
the memory from the human to live off of, but they would dig through
the human’s brain and find a valuable memory and absorb the
human’s emotions from that time. Witches survived off of the
intelligent auras that come from a human being. Apparently, every
human had an aura relating to their intelligence, and the brighter this
aura, the more intelligent the human in question was said to be. At
least according to them they were.

In this case, other supernaturals would do in a pinch.
One man lay dead at the elf’s feet already. The man looked to be

another elf,  and he looked to have been dead for a while. Hearing a
scream, River looked over to where it came from. Angel was standing
tall,  shock still,  staring  toward the elf with a look of shock. River
could smell the fear radiating from his mate. River suddenly went into
enforcer mode. His wolf wanted out,  demanding he get his mate to
safety.

Jumping up, River shifted into wolf form in midair as he lunged

toward one of the vampires. He knew it was a long shot trying to fight
off three vampires and an elf, but he had no choice. His mate was in
danger. His mate was his entire world. Landing on the first vampire,
he brought his claws up to swipe at any flesh he could make contact
with.

The other vampires jumped onto River, trying to take out the

threat. River howled in agony as he felt two sets of fangs pierce his
skin. Then he heard Angel scream again, and the sound broke through
the agony. River howled in anger this time as he threw one vampire

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off him. He clawed at the one beneath him over and over until he was
nothing more than a pile of blood and bone. The second vampire
came at him again, but River ducked last second so he collided with
the vampire on his back.

Fangs ripped from his shoulder, and the two vampires tumbled to

the nearest tree. Masking  the pain,  he jumped and turned toward the
vampires. The first wasted no time in running toward River,  but he
came to the same fate as his acquaintance had,  as River  slashed his
claws against the vampire’s throat. As he was covered in blood,  the
second vampire took a running leap,  but River crashed him into the
nearest fallen log where the vampire fell. Only as he took a closer
look did River realize the vampire had been hit squarely in the heart
with a tough branch.

Now the immediate threat was over, River glanced round to find

his mate. Growling to the skies, River took off following the scent of
Angel. They obviously hadn’t gotten very far, as River soon heard his
man’s scream. River picked up his pace as he reached a clearing just
north of their previous position. Angel was being forced to the side of
the space where the dead elf lay on the ground. River howled as he
ran over to the elf, but as he closed upon them, the elf picked the dead
man up and began running.

Stopping beside Angel, River howled and growled, determined to

get the elf as far away from his mate as possible. After his wolf was
satisfied his mate was safe and uninjured, River began licking the side
of his mate’s neck. Angel slumped his head forward, giving his mate
perfect view of the nape of his neck right where River’s mating mark
would go.

Air wafted around the pair as River’s change went over him and

back into his human form. He ripped the other man’s clothes from his
body as he pushed his pet’s shoulders down to the ground. The spicy
taste exploded over his tongue as River licked at his mate’s hole. He
sucked and nipped as he began stretching his mate. They had no lube,

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so this ride would be fast and hard with only their saliva as lubricant,
and River, by far, wasn’t small in that department.

By the time he placed a finger in his mate’s hole, they were both

hard as nails. Angel’s hole swallowed his finger. Sawing his finger in
an out, he scooted underneath his mate’s body to take the man’s
impressive erection into his mouth. His mate was as big as he was in
both girth and shaft length. It was sexy as sin.

River took Angel into his mouth as he added a second finger. His

mate began thrusting into his mouth,  trying to get more of himself
into his throat. River swiped his tongue over the slit now leaking
copious amounts of pre-cum  as his man  writhed and moaned in
pleasure at the dual sensations. River used his other hand to teasingly
fondle Angel’s nut sac as he swallowed the entire length of his mate
and crooked his finger over the man’s prostate.

The multiple sensations were obviously too much for his little pet,

and his body stilled as he let out a blood-curdling scream and came in
River’s mouth. River refused to give his mate respite as he added a
third finger, stroking it over his prostate every time as he continued to
suck and lick at his oversensitized cock.

Angel began trembling as River removed his mouth from his

mate’s cock.

Scooting further up Angel’s body until they came face-to–face,

River kissed his mate long and deep as his mate continued to shudder.
Pulling his mouth off his man’s, he crooned, “Ready for the main
event?” His mate’s eyes widened as River didn’t give him chance to
answer.

He pulled his fingers from Angel’s ass, making sure to rub them

over the walnut-sized gland once more before thrusting up into his
mate’s hole with his cock. “Ahhhhh,” his pet screamed as he began a
punishing rhythm. He thrust into his mate over and over,  fast and
deep. If the whimpers were anything to go by,  his mate enjoyed it
fast-and-furious style. That definitely boded well for their future
relationship.

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“Ride me, pet,” he demanded as he turned them over, putting

Angel on top, handing free rein over to Angel. Angel started off slow
and uncoordinated, rising until only the tip was inserted in his ass then
slowly impaling himself inch by impossibly cruel inch. River growled
in frustration as his wolf wanted it faster  and  harder. River couldn’t
disagree  with his wolf. “Faster,” he gritted out between clenched
teeth, and Angel obeyed. He picked the pace up until River couldn’t
keep track of the movements.

He let himself go and enjoyed the pleasure Angel was giving him.

A small, mischievous smile appeared on his mate’s face as he
clenched and relaxed his inner muscles around River’s cock as he
continued his rough ride. River knew if Angel kept this up, he would
come soon. He grabbed his mate’s hip in one hand and fisted his cock
with the other. As Angel bounced up and down his cock, River’s fist
would jerk his pet’s cock until he again felt his mate stiffen up as his
thrusts faltered.

“G–gonna c–come, ahhhhh,” he stuttered, followed by yet another

scream of pleasure as he came for a second time, splashing his hand
and chest with his release. River continued to pump his cock,
prolonging his orgasm as he felt his  own  balls draw up tight to his
body until he came in Angel’s ass,  his release flooding the tight
passage way that was his mate’s ass before his cock began to soften.

After several moments of heavy panting, River removed his hand

from the man’s soft cock and brought it up to his mouth. He loved the
taste of his mate’s release almost as much as he loved the man
himself. Wait, had he just said love? Then he realized he did in fact
love Angel. Granted, it had been less than forty-eight hours, but when
it was his predestined mate, shouldn’t it be like that? The whole love
at first sight thing?

“I love you,” he stated quietly, whispering it in his mate’s ear.
Feeling something wet drip down onto his shoulder, River tilted

his head back and lifted his mate’s chin to see tears running freely
down his Angel’s face.

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Chapter

Angel teleported them both back to their room, considering

River’s clothes had torn to shreds as he’d shifted, and then Angel’s
clothes had been ripped from his body as River had fucked him. Both
men were dirty and tired. A shower and nap was definitely in order.

Although they showered together, they were too tired to play

around as Angel would have wanted them to. Instead, they crawled
into bed as Angel spooned up close to River. The last thing he
remembered was the ache in his ass intensifying as he wiggled it
against his other half’s groin.

Angel instantly felt for River as he woke up to excessive knocking

on the connecting door. His slightly larger mate groaned as he pulled
Angel closer to his chest then inhaled deeply. Angel smiled as he once
again tried to get up to see what his brother and Paul wanted.

“Tell them to piss off,” River grumbled sleepily. His mate

obviously wasn’t a morning person. Angel patted his mate on the hip,
telling him silently to get up and put some clothes on. All he got was
an evil glare from his mate promising retribution for waking him up.

Putting on one of the two pure-white cotton robes, he went over to

open the door to an insistent and angry brother and his worried mate.
Both men barged through the door, not happy until they seemed to
come to the conclusion that both he and River were safe and sound.
Angel then realized River was supposed to have checked in with the
beta wolf the previous evening. Oops.

Damon spent minutes roaming his hands all over Angel’s body,

looking for injuries. The only thing he came across was a sore ass he
had after last night. When Damon ran his hands over his ass, Angel

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hissed at the ache lasting at his rear. He just earned an eye roll from
his younger brother,  but Angel could only laugh at the idea that his
brother had the same injury. Both brothers just looked at each other
before bursting out laughing at their inside joke that earned a scowl
from Paul and a growl from River. “Calm down,” Angel  directed at
River before the man lost control.  He realized his mate would need
reassurance of his mate being fit, healthy, and safe for the time being
while this threat loomed over them. He knew it was time to tell their
men about what was going on. Of course,  Angel had only worked it
out the previous evening when he saw the dead elf.

Paul was completely different to Damon. He just sat down at one

of the chairs by the window before calling his brother to come to him.
Damon immediately turned to make his way to Paul before sitting on
his lap, wiggling about until he was comfy, and earning a low, husky
growl from Paul. Angel snickered at the thought that his new beta
loved it.

River sat on the chair opposite Paul and Damon before indicating

to the space between his legs on the floor. From one of the few
conversations they’d  had,  River had mentioned that he worked  for
Paul in the local BDSM club alongside a few other members of their
pack. River had also mentioned in one of their previous conversations
that although he was a Dom at heart,  he  wasn’t into the whole
spanking scene,  although he enjoyed  restraining his partners.  River
had  said that he enjoyed role-playing with his partners, especially
puppy play. Angel thought that sitting at his master’s feet and being
lead around connected to a leash would turn him on big time, and he
couldn’t wait to try it.

All his needs, such as washing himself and eating, not just sexual

ones, would be up to his mate during a scene. He wouldn’t have to
think at all. He wouldn’t have to waste energy on the trivial things in
life such as what to have for dinner, when to go to bed, et cetera. He
would be free of everything and left to only enjoy and feel. It had a lot
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Without hesitating, Angel walked confidently over to River,

placing a small kiss on his cheek before sitting down at his feet and
drawing his knees up to his chest to prevent his cock from being on
display. He was rewarded with a pat on the head, but River kept his
hand there as he began to lightly stroke his hair.

Damon arched a brow toward him sitting on the floor, and then to

River behind him, and finally to his own mate, Paul. Paul just smiled
and reassured his mate that everything was fine,  and  Angel  noticed
his brother visibly relax once again into the embrace of his mate. Paul
smiled down at Angel then looked up to River expectantly. Nobody
said a word for what seemed like eternity.  They knew what
conversation was coming.  Angel  just never expected it to be so
difficult.

“So I guess you know what our mates are, River,” Paul began,

more of a statement than a question. Angel saw the nod Paul cast his
way, and he figured River must have agreed.

Another long silence came between them as nobody knew what to

say.

“Are you okay?” Damon asked Angel then River. “We couldn’t

get to you last night. I was worried,” he said, looking down at where
he clenched his hands around Paul’s wrist. It made sense that Angel’s
brother be worried about him. They had just found each other after
two hundred and ten years, while also finding their mates. It would
only be natural to keep tabs so they didn’t lose each other for another
two centuries.

Damon had asked Angel if they could have dinner the previous

night, so the four of them found out what they had been doing since
coming onto this plane, which might as well have been another world
in another galaxy for all he knew. They also figured it was as good a
time as any time to get to know their new family, the pack in which
they would both be living. Of course, this hadn’t happened, and it was
quite obvious the two men had been worried about them.

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“More importantly, baby, River didn’t check in with me last night

after he got back from duty,” Paul admonished, and he saw Damon
cast a look at Paul.

“What’s going on? What do you mean duty?” Angel rushed. He

wanted to know what was important.

River looked down at him, and an anxious look spread across his

face as he looked Angel in the eye. “Our alpha, Dark, sent both
myself and Paul here to this convention in his place. He hasn’t been
alpha for very long, just over a month. In that time, he met his mates.
Literally, a few hours after he became alpha, he met his first mate,
Kai, and then the day after, he met his second mate, Harry, at the club.
He also has tons of paperwork to go through from our old alpha,
Ethan. He sent us instead, but as we turned up here, it turned out our
assistance was required. Over the last numerous weeks, there have
been a number of threats made on the lives of the employees who
work here and also the owner and his inner circle.”

River took a deep breath before continuing. “We have no idea

why somebody would wish to threaten the employees here, but we
have to help. Our alpha has ensured our aid to the owner. Yesterday
we went to meet with the owner and his inner circle—a bunch of
goons if you ask me. Paul decided it would be best to check the
grounds for anything mysterious or off. Paul checked the hotel itself,
and I checked the grounds. We were going to meet up last night to
discuss it together, but as you know, baby, we got sidetracked,” River
finished.

“I came back yesterday evening around six after checking the

hotel from top to bottom,  including all rooms while  everybody was
downstairs taking part in the events. I wanted to discuss my findings
with you in private, but when we tried to knock on your door, nobody
answered. We checked all over before deciding to sleep on it, hoping
you would appear this morning. What happened?” Paul asked.  He
sounded pissed, worried, and  concerned,  all while  putting on a calm
outer facade.

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“Maybe I can answer that?” Angel asked. He meant it to sound as

a statement, but as he looked up into the worried and tired eyes of his
mate,  it came out as more of a question. He could see that the past
forty-eight hours had been draining on his mate,  and he needed to
give his mate the control that River required. It seemed to ease his
mate a lot. River looked down and smiled brightly as he stroked
Angel’s cheek. He leaned into the caress as Paul cleared his throat,
making it clear they had an audience and said audience was  waiting
for an explanation.

“Go ahead, pet,” River encouraged, holding out both hands for

Angel to take as support. He drew in a deep breath as he began
talking.

“Yesterday, after Damon went back into your room, Paul, I began

getting a feeling of unease. Our kind,  once we meet our mate and
become intimate with them,  regardless  of  whether we  have been
claimed or not, have an emotional connection to our mate. It is what
allows us to teleport directly to them even if we don’t know where
they are.

“I felt River suddenly tense up as though he had stepped upon

something he shouldn’t be witnessing, but it filled him with dread. I
couldn’t have my mate feeling like that, so I immediately teleported
to where he hid behind a bush. Four men stood in a tiny break in the
trees.”

“Three of them were vampires, and one an elf,” River added as

Angel took a breath. Angel cast a thankful look at his mate before
turning back to Paul, who grew agitated as every second ticked by.
Angel figured if he got even more agitated at the moment, Damon
wouldn’t be able to breathe, considering the man had his grip around
his brother’s neck and chest in a protective manner.

“The elf stood arguing at the vampires about not finding the angel.

Obviously meaning Damon because Damon and myself are the only
angels in history to have faded, period.”

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“An elf is who is after me,” Damon said. But it seemed to tense

Paul up even more as he realized it was bad if they remained close-by,
especially when the same elf now knew about him.

“After a while of hearing them talking and plotting, I became

angry,  and I never thought by making myself shown to them  that I
would be putting myself in danger. The vampires tried  to attack me
before I saw a huge blond wolf jump past  me and kill  the first
vampire. I soon lost track of the fight between River and the three
vampires as the elf came up close to me. He had some dead elf at his
feet as he looked at me wide-eyed before a slow,  sly grin passed
across his face.” Angel began his story.

“He began speaking as he knelt beside the dead body at his feet. ‘I

was going to use another,  but now that  I have you,  everything will
turn out better,’ was all he said as he continued to eye the elf before
him. Before I could say anything or run and scream, he punched me
across the face, temporarily knocking me out. Next thing I knew,  he
was dragging me across the ground as the elf carried the body over his
shoulder. I screamed as we made our way through the tree line and
into a clearing.” He heard Damon gasp and try to crawl inside Paul’s
body until the man hushed him and gripped him tighter to his chest.
Angel felt the same.  He wanted to crawl into his master’s body and
never come out.

“I refused to do as he asked, and he kept slapping me and

punching me. Suddenly he stopped looking at me. He stopped hurting
me and just ran away with the dead body hoisted up over his
shoulder.”

“What did he want from you?” Paul asked, looking directly at

Angel. He looked to be getting impatient. Angel couldn’t blame the
man for wanting answers, but unfortunately Angel had to tell him
everything or else the answer wouldn’t make sense.

“Power,” Damon stated. It was more to himself than it was to

anyone else. Hell, Angel thought his brother hadn’t even heard the
question. It was merely him clarifying it all in his head.

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“Yes,” Angel agreed when both Paul and River looked between

Angel and Damon with confused looks.

All supernaturals had some kind of power, but when those

individuals became angry they demanded other people’s powers.

Other supernaturals, such as sons and daughters of Thanatus—or

psychics as they sometimes prefer—can  actually predict certain
aspects of the future.  Telekinetics and empaths  survive off of any
dreams, aspirations, or past experiences of any kind from the human.
These were usually more negatively driven, such as anger, sadness,
aggression, and so forth being the main attribute.

The final supernaturals were demons. Now, demons were

considerably different than any other supernaturals, because
regardless  of  whether they were mated or not, they came into their
powers at the tender age of twenty-three.  But the problem was  no
demon was alike, and demons draw from one specific emotion in any
human as long as they are touching said human during the time the
emotion is felt,  in order to feed off of that person. Demons will not
know which emotion they will be drawing from until  they come of
age. There were scientists that reckoned a demon would draw from
the emotion he or she felt at the exact time they come into their
powers, so if they felt anger at the exact second they were born on
their twenty-third birthday, they would draw from anger always.
Others reckon it was a case of shuffle, that the emotions are
randomized for what they will feed on.”

“Explain, pet,” River commanded in that deep, dominant voice

that brought Angel from his thoughts. He was coming to love that
deep Dom voice of his mate’s more than anything. It was low yet
clear and very commanding. That voice held so much power over
Angel that he had no choice other than to please his master. He
wanted River’s approval badly. “It has been legend for as long as the
world has rotated that angels live in heaven. Now, although heaven
isn’t any particular place but rather something special to every
individual, we do have a very special connection with the dead. Those

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on this plane who know the legends are true seek us out, waiting to
become acquainted with a real angel,” Angel clarified.

“I thought you said only you two have ever come onto this

plane?” River asked, confusion written all over him as he rubbed his
temples. The poor thing.

“No, we are the only angels to fade onto this plane permanently.

A long time ago,  we used to be able to jump between the planes
before it became too dangerous. Then the portals were closed off
forever. In this world, those who are mortal or even those who have
prolonged lives can be resurrected as if they hadn’t died. If an angel
uses a certain power that becomes obsolete on our plane to a body that
has currently passed, that person can be given a second chance, if you
will. Of course the power doesn’t come without its consequences, as
the angel who uses the power in calling forth the spirit uses so much
energy that  said angel  theoretically commits suicide. They use so
much power to the point that they have none left within them. Angels
are creatures who require the power in their blood to survive.  With
this power gone the angel becomes severely weak once the ritual has
taken place, and they die.”

“How is that possible? You said you couldn’t die,” Paul said

before kissing his mate’s temple.

“Angels cannot get or pass on illnesses or die like humans can,

and they can’t be murdered like werewolves can, so the power
becomes pointless, and no angel has to use it in our world. The only
thing that could kill us was something that never had to be used. Here,
people die all the time, and if you could use an angel to bring back a
loved one who has recently died, wouldn’t you?” Damon asked,
looking up at Paul solemnly.

“I suppose you’re right, baby,” Paul replied as he kissed Damon

tenderly.

River wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck as he spoke next.

“That dead body looks exactly that, like it’s been dead for a while.”

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“It has, but elves have certain magical spells they can create, and

this one has placed a soul-matching spell on the elf’s body. He has
trapped the dead elf’s soul within him to keep the soul from finding
peace in the afterlife. By doing so,  if he succeeds in having either
myself or Damon perform the ritual,  he will gain so much power.  If
one of us was to use the power and resurrect the elf,  all our magic
would be put into the resurrection and therefore enter the currently
dead elf. Because they are connected by souls, the magic would also
transfer into the elf’s body. Now he knows both of us are here, he will
want to ensure we are strong enough to complete it.  Our power will
transfer from us to both elves,  and because our magic makes us
immortal, it will make them truly immortal and unable to die.”

Paul and River gasped as Angel stared intently at Damon. After

several moments, their alpha male mates started barking out orders.

“You are not to leave our rooms unless we tell you and one or

both of us are accompanying you when you do leave these rooms.”

“You will not answer the door to anyone, not even each other, if

neither of us is here.”

By the time the third order came, Angel tuned out. He got up and

stalked over to the bathroom, deciding a shower would be good on his
aching muscles.

He stood under the hot mist for several minutes before he heard

the glass door slide open, and River stepped through, holding onto
him from behind. He felt like his mind was going a mile a minute as
he rested up against his mate’s back. River picked up the soap and a
washcloth before washing every inch of Angel’s body. He spent
longer at his nipples and groin. By the time the man was done, Angel
was panting and rock hard enough to pound steel as River shut off the
water and directed him out the shower. He felt truly pampered as
River dried him before wrapping him up in his white fluffy robe.

“You do as I say, when I say it. Okay, pet?” River asked in his

Dom voice right against his ear. It made a delicious shiver move over
Angel’s body as he anticipated what his mate wanted to do to him.

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“What’s your safe word, pet?” he asked. Angel knew about safe

words. It was a word the submissive chose that was usually random
and in no way related to any sexual encounter, such as the name of a
city or an object of some random desire. Ever since reading about the
BDSM lifestyle, Angel had his safe word picked out and ready for use
against his perfect Dom.

“Newspaper, Master,” he said without hesitation as he shuddered

when his mate licked at his neck.

“Good, pet,” he began. “Now I want you to go into the bedroom,

remove your robe, and place it over the chair I was sitting in earlier.
Then I want you to kneel at the foot of the bed and wait for me with
your gaze on the floor and both hands on your knees. Understand?”

“I understand, Master.” Angel ran off eagerly to comply with his

master’s commands.

* * * *

River walked into the bedroom. He had purposely kept his pet

waiting for ten minutes to see how he took to unusual commands. He
was known for the odd, unorthodox commands and punishments. He
needed to know his mate could meet his needs as a Dom, although he
already knew the man would.

He had kept both ears on the next room the entire time and hadn’t

heard a single footstep once his mate had knelt down. Now he could
see his mate in the correct position. He knelt on the ground, his very
naked ass against his heels, both hands on each knee as he looked
down to the ground. His cock, though, stood up proud and tall and
leaked pre-cum. River had to grip the base of his own cock so he
didn’t blow his load at the sight in front of him. His mate was hot!

Walking to stand in front of his mate, he waited, not saying a

word. He wanted to know if Angel would look up or say something,
but his little pet was good as he remained in his position. He tilted his

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pet’s chin upward until their eyes met. He saw the lust and the desire
in his mate’s gaze as he looked him in the eye.

“You are my pet now. No other man shall have you, shall desire

you, or even lust after you. You are all mine, and once we get back
home, you will wear my collar proudly, won’t you, pet?”

“Yes, Master,” he replied, his voice low and husky. It made

River’s cock jump at the gruff sound that was obviously his mate’s
lust.

“You will show me how much you desire your master as you suck

my cock, won’t you, pet?” he asked, giving his mate the choice to
back out now before he got so caught up in dominating his sexy pet in
the bedroom. He refused to allow the man to leave the confinement of
their bed.

“Yes, Master,” Angel replied quickly as he licked his lips

sensually and looked down at River’s jutting cock in front of him that
was leaking bountiful amounts of pre-cum. He dived for his cock,
licking up the pre-cum from the head and groaning in satisfaction as
he sucked all the way down his long and thick length. The amount of
moans  River  made from  Angel  just sucking his cock sent faint
vibrations throughout his shaft and to his balls,  making  him groan
back as he pumped in and out of the velvety haven of  his mate’s
mouth.

Time seemed to stand still. His balls began to draw up tight to his

body as he felt his impending orgasm. He didn’t want to come in his
mate’s mouth, though it seemed like a good place to start. He felt an
orgasm so big start to come that he knew once he blew he wouldn’t
come again for a while. He wanted his pet’s ass. Pulling from his own
personal heaven, both men moaned the loss of the other as his hard
cock slipped from Angel’s mouth.

“Let’s get some rules out of the way, pet,” he began as he knelt in

front of his mate’s panting form.

“First of all, when we are in a scene, you do as I say. Second, at

all times, whether in a scene or not, unless for the occasion we are out

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in public or dealing with pack business outside of our inner circle, you
are to sit at my feet unless I tell you otherwise. You will,  however,
always sleep with me in bed. Third, there will be times when we wish
to be vanilla,  and in those times,  you can do  or say anything as you
wish. Fourth, you will always listen and do as I say.  As enforcer of
my pack,  I set the rules and make sure they are obeyed.  Nobody
besides our alpha and betas question me,  and that includes you. We
can discuss things as you wish but only in private, and safety is not up
for negotiation. You will listen to what I tell you when I tell you. Last
of all, you will always address me as master whether we are in scene
or not, apart from when we are in public, unless you wish to.

“You will also always wear my collar. In scenes and sometimes in

and out the house when it is the two of us, I will require you wear my
leash also. Is this understood, pet?”

“Yes, Master,” he replied, the lust haze thickening as he said it.

Now it was time to get to the good stuff.

Walking to the side of the bed, River grabbed the large bottle of

lube he had borrowed from Paul. He made his way to stand in front of
Angel once again with the lube bottle. “I want you to get up on the
bed, pet. Assume the position,”  he said. He thought maybe telling
Angel  to assume the position was maybe too early for his mate,
especially considering this was their first scene together, but his mate
proved him wrong by assuming the correct position. He had never
been so proud and happy to be wrong in his life. He got up on the bed,
showing his back to him, on all fours,  and  spread his legs as far as
they would go, giving River the perfect view of Angel’s  quivering
hole. His cock was  trapped between his body and the soft cotton of
the sheets as he looked over his shoulder at him.

River gently swatted him on the ass as he smiled up at his pet.

“Good, pet,” he crooned as he rubbed his hands all over his ass. He
handed the man the bottle of lube from his grasp before he pulled the
free chair from the window and to the foot of the bed.

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“I want you to stretch yourself for me, pet. Can you do that for

me?” he asked. He really wanted to do it himself, but he figured his
mate’s grasp on his fingers would set off his climax, so he decided a
show was in order.

“Yes, Master.” He complied a little too eagerly as he dropped to

his shoulders and squeezed a liberal amount of lube on his fingers and
ass before handing the bottle back to him. The second River took the
bottle back,  two thick digits were shoved into his mate’s ass. He
scissored them, quickly stretching himself out as River slowly stroked
his cock. His mate sawed his fingers in and out of  his ass as he
writhed and moaned on the bed. River saw a glimpse of a hand
moving toward his cock.  He grabbed his mate’s wrist and stilled his
motions immediately before crawling over his back licking a wet trail
up his spine and to his ear and sternly whispered, “No hands and no
coming,” before he released the whole of the wrist as his mate’s
movements began again, more frantic this time as he continued to
fuck himself over and over. Soon, two fingers became three, and three
became four. He thought his mate was going to be fisting himself
anytime soon, and oddly enough, the thought made his cock swell just
a bit more.

Looking down, his cockhead was purple and engorged. His balls

were drawn up almost painfully tight to his body as he watched four
fingers glide easily in and out his pet’s hole. “Enough,” he
commanded, and Angel immediately removed his fingers as a
whimper escaped his throat. He smiled knowingly. That he made a
big man of Angel’s stature whimper was a powerful feeling.

He pushed into his mate’s ass to the hilt in one thrust. River

moaned at the sensations that took over their bodies  as  he  began a
slow  pace in and out of his mate. He went deep,  but he kept  it
deliberately slow. He wanted to draw out their pleasure for as long as
possible,  but he felt his control breaking away piece by piece until
nothing was left.

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He mentally chuckled as he abandoned the thought of a slow fuck

and  welcomed a much faster, harder pace that he knew they both
loved immensely. He pulled his mate’s ass cheeks  apart so he could
see his cock disappear and reappear from Angel’s hungry ass.

He pulled his cock from its hot cavern before slamming back into

it, hard. Every time he pulled out, River groaned as cool air splashed
over his hot, engorged cock as Angel cried at the loss. His mate was
writhing now good and proper.  Tremors  began to cover his body as
his orgasm neared. River reached round and pulled on his mate’s
nipples and twisted them as he whispered,  “Come for me, pet,”
against the nape of Angel’s neck before he sunk his canines into the
soft flesh. Sweet-tasting ambrosia floated across his tongue and
flowed down his throat as he gulped the life essence from his mate.

He felt walls of muscles clamp down on his cock as his mate cried

out his release so loudly probably people the next town overheard
him, which set off his own climax. He extracted his canines from his
mate’s throat as he arched his back and sunk into his mate one last
time, and he felt his release fill his mate’s asshole up.

Several long moments passed before his orgasm began to ebb,

before his heart rate began to slow down from the most explosive
orgasm he had ever experienced died down. Both men collapsed flat
onto the bed as River landed on his Angel’s back. After several more
long moments when River felt sufficient oxygen back in his lungs, he
gasped, “How do you claim me?” It had just occurred to him that he
had claimed Angel in the way of the werewolves. The first bite would
remain for all to see for eternity, so every werewolf and most
supernaturals would recognize it as Angel being his and only his, but
he hadn’t a clue on how Angel needed to claim him as all angels
claimed their mates.

Suddenly his mate began chuckling underneath him, although the

sound was somewhat muffled considering he was squished by his
slightly larger form into the mattress. “I drink you,” he said. River

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needed no more clarification as he went to bite his wrist to allow his
mate to drink him down.

“No,” Angel said, holding onto River’s wrist that was currently

wrapped around his chest. “I drink your cum,  and because we are
mates,  my mark will appear on your neck.” River wanted his mate’s
claiming now,  but he hadn’t thought he could come  again right then
until he began hardening inside his mate.

Both men groaned. It looked like he was going to get claimed.

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Chapter

Four days had passed, and nothing had happened. The mystery elf

who was hell-bent on killing his mate or his new brother-in-law for
his own gain hadn’t shown his face. The threats to the hotel
employees continued to come forward, but nothing was traceable. The
paper was standard from a stationary shop, the writing typed up from
a computer, and no fingerprints or scents were left on the notes. It was
frustrating.

River stood looking at himself in the bathroom’s large mirror. He

appeared the same yet different. He had a suspicion it was because of
his new mark. It was an A written in very eloquent cursive that
reminded River of Old-English style writing, right on the nape of his
neck. It was written in blood red with a glowing, white rim. It looked
beautiful, almost like a tattoo of sorts, and now no one, not even
humans, could deny their bond. He smiled like a goofy teenager who
had just gotten laid for the first time at his friend’s party. He wanted
to show his marking off to everyone he knew and then some he
didn’t.

He buttoned up his favorite dress shirt. It was plain black cotton

and fit tightly around his large biceps and abs. He wore some black
slacks and his black cowboy hat. He had wanted to show his mate
how good they would be together. He had decided on a nice meal for
two in the hotel’s very expensive restaurant followed by a moonlit
walk through the woods. Maybe they could even reenact their little
public-exhibition encounter from a few nights previous.

Walking into the bedroom proved to be a sight for sore eyes.

River had given Angel the card Dark had given him to buy some

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clothes with,  and he was just now getting a look at  those clothes.
Angel wore dark jeans that fit tightly around his perfect ass, and  a
pure-white,  long-sleeved dress shirt tucked into the tight jeans. He
had kept the cuffs open, providing a simple yet sexy look his pet
pulled off effortlessly. His mate even proved to be a quick learner in
that he placed on white cowboy boots and a black cowboy hat that
matched River’s perfectly. He looked hot.

Now all River had to do was keep his hands off of him while they

had dinner, or else they would most likely starve, and he very well
knew it. He wouldn’t risk his mate for nothing.

Angel looked up with his bright purple eyes with a sexy little

sparkle that always stood right in the center of the irises. Angel smiled
fondly as he gave River a once-over that made him shiver. His mate
could look at him and smile, and he felt all control leave his being.

“You look perfect, pet.” He purred, satisfied knowing his mate

was going out with him dressed like that and all eyes would be on
him, with River being the main attraction in everybody’s envious
thoughts. “But one thing would make you look better,” he began as he
pulled out his surprise. He had purposely gone into town and brought
his mate a little present to show him how much he loved him.

He opened the black velvet box and held out the contents for

Angel to see. Angel’s sharp inhale of breath drove attention to his
mate’s eyes as they began filling up with tears. River chuckled as he
wiped the tears away with a callused thumb. He placed the collar
around his mate’s neck and fastened it in place.

“Oh. My. God. It’s perfect, Master,” Angel said in a choked

whisper, and more tears lined his face. River locked the collar in place
and checked it wasn’t too tight. It was perfect for his mate.

It was pure white leather with gold chains—two of them—

entwined around each other. On each chain was a heart, and both
hearts also entwined together to represent two hearts, two souls, two
people joining together to become one. It was simple, but it demanded
attention, and it felt special and perfect for them. Next thing he knew,

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he was on the floor, and his mate’s muscular body was covering his as
he was devoured. He just lay there, allowing his mate to show his
gratitude. He loved how he made his mate this happy. This was how
he would always treat his mate, how they would always be. Happy.

River laughed as his mate began licking the mark on his neck.

* * * *

Angel looked around the sparse woods. The night had been

perfect. He fingered the collar that River had given him specially. The
soft leather felt great against his neckline. Ever since his mate had
claimed him,  the bite mark had  become an erogenous zone for him.
Every  swipe of River’s tongue, every caress  to that area  made  him
hard as stone. Now having the soft leather of his new collar gently rub
against River’s mating mark kept him in a constant state of perpetual
hardness. He wanted his mate to take him.  He had since they had
begun walking to dinner.

Dinner had been fabulous. River had ordered for them both. He

had learned that his mate’s favorite was beef Wellington, medium
rare. A number of seasonal vegetables and new potatoes accompanied
the beef Wellington with the best gravy he had tasted in years. Shortly
after dinner, they had begun taking a stroll through the woods in the
back of the hotel. He didn’t really want to be out here with the elf
around.

“Nothing will harm you while I am alive,” River stated as he

looked in Angel’s direction. They had been walking in silence since
leaving the hotel, but they remained hand in hand as any other couple
they saw taking an evening stroll. Some people stared at his neck, and
he knew why. According to River, same-sex matings were accepted
as any other mating, but he guessed it was rather the leather round his
neck and the bulge behind his zipper that made people stare funny. He
knew werewolves had an excellent sense of smell, and he had no

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doubt River could probably smell his arousal. He was just waiting for
his master to touch him. He held all the cards, after all.

After several minutes of walking in silence, Angel finally got his

wish. River slammed him into the nearest tree before smashing their
mouths together in a searing kiss that almost shook his entire world.
His master kissed him with such ferocity, so much love and lust and
passion all rolled into one tiny package that had continued to grow
until it exploded. Angel was getting the brunt of that explosion, and
he didn’t want it any other way.

River nipped at his bottom lip, licking along the crease, desperate

to gain entrance into his mouth. The hand that swooped down to cup
his ass and lift Angel momentarily off the ground was enough to
make him moan, and River took his chance and dived right in to his
heat.

Their lips danced a sensual number to music they not only heard

but created themselves. It was both beautifully sensual and erotic at
the same time. Angel didn’t know whether he wanted to come or cry
both. Emotions flooded him like he had never felt before. Then he
froze.

He remained still as he even forgot about the mouth on his and the

tongue licking his as he realized the upsetting emotion wasn’t related
to him, yet tears prickled his eyes. He realized his brother was in
danger or very upset to the point that he felt it.

Angel was correct when he told River of how the whole

teleporting thing worked for angels when it was related to his mate or
a sibling that felt an emotion very strong to the point he was called to
them. Now that he knew his brother was indeed alive, that connection
began to grow deeper and deeper once again with their closeness. He
could only hope they would get a fraction of what they had before.

As he was called, Angel had a distant memory of River touching

him in some manner. He opened his eyes to see they were in an office
of sorts, and River held still just as he had in the forest. Looking
around the room, Angel immediately saw his brother curled against

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Paul in a dark corner of the room, sobbing and shaking as Angel sat
down next to the man. He patted his brother’s leg and smoothed down
his long white-blond hair as he tried to calm him down. Angel needed
to find out what made him so upset, but he wouldn’t get any answers
while Angel remained in that state.

A couple hours later and they were well into the night. The four

men had since moved to their joining rooms. Angel was tired, he was
hungry yet again,  and he felt like he would explode—and not in a
good way. He stood at the window of his room as River and Paul
walked through the door and shut it to give Damon some peace and
quiet. They had finally managed to get Damon to sleep under the
promise they locked all doors and  all windows. Paul even had to
move the heavy pine dresser to block the doors in both their room and
Angel’s. The only people allowed  access would be Angel, Paul,  and
River. They hadn’t a clue of which magic the elf was able to use, so
they took every precaution necessary.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a good night’s sleep.

His first night he had spent half of the night awake and slept partially
through the day. The last twenty-four hours he hadn’t slept at all,
apart from the few hours he’d had earlier that morning, but even that
was over eighteen hours ago. He felt as if he could sleep for a week as
long as his mate cuddled next to him. The prospect looked better as
every second went by when he imagined what his mate’s arms
wrapped around him at night would feel like.

For two hundred years, he hadn’t felt as safe and happy as he did

when he looked at his mate, and now he couldn’t even enjoy it
because some mad elf was bent on sucking all the energy from him
and his brother for his own selfish gain. Trading two lives to get back
one didn’t seem like fair game to him.

Paul walked over to the minifridge and brought out a bottle of

bourbon. Now that was something he could get behind. Angel had
loved bourbon ever since he’d had his first ever glass back in 1826.
He remembered the day perfectly clear.

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He had been on the earth plane for fifteen years and had recently

moved to  a  place called  Kentucky—humans called their places
strange names. He had lived on a farm with two very nice couples
who had insisted he stay with them and worked on the ranch. One day
he had come in from a long,  hot summer’s day on the farm. One of
the cows  had escaped and in the end ripped open the fencing. It had
taken all day, from five in the morning at sunrise to find the cow, get
it back within the grounds, and patch up the fence. Walking into the
kitchen, he distinctly remembered the smell of chicken.

He had taken his daily ride on his favorite mare, Starlight, before

coming in for dinner. The men he stayed with, Jamie and Gert, had
called him into the small drawing room they had built on the side of
the house. In between the two men on the small table sat three glasses,
two full and one empty, and a crystal decanter sitting on a tray. The
crystal decanter had some sort of amber-like liquid in it. “Come join
us, boy,” Gert had called as peeked his head around the door. He’d sat
down next to the men before they handed him a glass with the amber
liquid in it.

Once he had tasted the ambrosia, he had been in love. Ever since

that day, it had been all he drank, alcohol-wise.

Bringing himself back from his musings, Angel noticed River

looked pissed as he pointed to the floor  and  the space between his
legs, indicating that he sit down. He wondered how long the man had
been staring at him for him to be glaring like that. Angel immediately
sat down and reached behind him to hook his arms around the man’s
calves.  The touch seemed to calm his mate somewhat as he felt the
man’s legs relax slightly,  considering the pressure they were under
and the trouble they were in.

“Do you want a drink?” Paul asked both men. Angel looked up to

River, requesting if he could have a glass, even if it was just one.
River looked at him for the longest time before pulling his gaze from
Angel and directing his attention to Paul.

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“How about you bring three glasses and the bottle, Paul? I’m sure

we could all use a drink right about now. God knows I need one.”
Angel glared at River angrily as he began to twist and look up to the
man he was in love with.

“You do not use the Lord’s name in vain, River. He does a lot for

my kind, and I would appreciate if you did not use his name like
that,” he exclaimed. He knew he shouldn’t yell at his mate. The man
was also his master, but he didn’t like how everybody on this plane
seemed to use God’s name in vain all the time. The man was a legend
of their kind. He was very much real, although people never saw him.
He had tremendous power and had kept them a peaceful race since the
beginning of time. No angel would ever use his name like that. They
only used his name when speaking of such praise or complimenting
him.

At least River managed to look guilty, and his face flushed before

he looked Angel in his eyes then lifted his gaze to Paul as the man
handed two glasses to him. One glass went to Angel,  and  he sipped
the liquid into his mouth before rolling the ambrosia around his
mouth,  saving the flavour on every single taste bud he had before
swallowing. The liquid warmed his throat on the way down,  but it
wasn’t bad enough that he ended up coughing like River and Paul did.

They had shot the liquid down their throats without a care for the

delicate taste the liquid gave when left to savour for a few seconds.
That was a way to waste the drink. If they needed something to shoot,
then they should have used a cheap whiskey or scotch rather than an
expensive bourbon, and Angel knew his bourbon like he knew his
own hand.

“What happened earlier?” Angel suddenly asked. The silence in

the room was deafening. He was getting rather tired of everyone
wasting valuable time not speaking when they could be solving their
problems.

“Angel!” River exclaimed, the look in his eyes promising

punishment for speaking without his master’s permission. Angel

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glared at his mate as he began rubbing his head. He was about to start
the pissing contest his mate seemed to want before Paul began
talking.

“It’s okay, really. River, he has a right to know what happened.

Damon got so upset and freaked out that he obviously alarmed Angel.
He needs to know what happened, if not for anything else than his
peace of mind,” Paul explained as he poured himself another drink.

Angel took a sip of his, but he spat it back out when River’s next

words registered in his brain.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he gently stroked the area where he had

swatted Angel. It hadn’t hurt. It had just shocked him more than
anything.

He just stroked River’s legs once again as he nodded for Paul to

continue.

“Damon and I had decided on a movie night in our room as you

two were having a sort of date night together. We had already ordered
a bunch of food to munch on and purchased the film. About halfway
through the film, my cell rang, and it was the owner of the hotel. I
didn’t wish to disturb you guys, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to
leave Damon alone with no one to protect him, so I decided on taking
him with me.”

“What did he want?” River asked as Angel just glanced between

both men.

“He wanted to update us on his situation. They have had more

threats taken on his employees’ lives, causing his work force to drop
by ten percent now. About halfway through him explaining
everything,  Damon just paled considerably before falling over
unconscious. He had just woken  up when you popped in. When he
did, he feared everybody and everything as if it would jump out and
bite him unless I was there to calm him down. Luckily you came in at
the right time, and your presence must have calmed him down,” Paul
finished.

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Angel knew how he felt. Obviously, kissing his mate had let his

guard down and allowed Damon easier access to call him. He had felt
utter despair, sadness, and fear rippling off of his brother through their
sibling connection. It felt good knowing he had helped calm his
brother down,  but he also felt dread at the idea that his brother had
seen that elf.  The fear he saw evident in his brothers eyes  made it
clear Damon had seen  the elf.  Looking from Paul to River and back
again, Angel saw both men were barely keeping in their anger. Every
time,  they came so close to this elf,  and every time he ran off when
they were concerned with more pressing matters.

He knew both men wanted to shift and sniff this creature out and

burn both him and the dead body alive until there was nothing left of
the man. He understood their reasons for being angry, and that was
why he never tried to calm them down. The elf had threatened the life
of not only himself but also his brother, and Angel knew their mates
wouldn’t allow a fly to hurt them much less some pathetic excuse for
a man who wished to kill him for his own gain.

“You think he saw the elf in the hotel?” Angel asked. Both men

looked at him wide-eyed as if he had solved the mystery like Scooby
Doo or something. A total look of disbelief crossed their faces until
they began hearing loud bangs on the door from Paul’s room. It
sounded as if someone was trying to break through the door.

He knew it could have been anyone, but it could have also been

the elf after them if he had seen River and Paul escort them both up to
these very rooms. He knew from past experiences that rogue elves did
whatever they could for their own pleasure or gain.

River soon threw back the glass of his drink, obviously

anticipating the fight that was coming. Both wolves had already
begun shifting. Their canines descended, and their claws elongated,
pushing through the skin of their fingers.

River picked the bottle and all three glasses up in one hand while

picking up Angel with the other. River picked him up with ease, even
despite Angel’s large, muscular body. He figured the adrenaline rush

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was what helped him do it. River shoved him into the bathroom,
closely followed by Paul bringing Damon into the bathroom, too, and
laying him down on the floor covered from head to foot in the
comforter. River then spoke to him directly and in his sternest Dom
voice that Angel hadn’t heard so far since their meeting.

“Under no circumstances are you to leave this room. Stay here

and do not make a sound, not even to turn the water on. As far as they
know, you two are not here, and I would like to eliminate these
creatures without having to worry about you.

“Once I leave this room, I want you to lock it and move anything

you can that will hold the door closed from unwanted visitors.
Understand? You are to not open this door until I come and request
you open the door. You will not flip the lock until I tell you your safe
word. You remember your safe word, pet?” River asked, obviously
nervous about Angel being in danger.

“Yes, Master. My safe word is newspaper,” he answered,

immediately earning a grateful smile and quick kiss to the temple
from River.

“Remember, do not open the door to anyone until I tell you the

safe word.” When Angel nodded his understanding, River left and
closed the door. Angel felt him stand the other side until he engaged
the lock. Then he heard footsteps a distance away, and all hell broke
loose.

Damon lay sleeping still on the floor, surrounded in the comforter

off the bed. Hoping he would sleep through it all, Angel picked up the
half-finished bottle of bourbon and took a long pull. It burned his
throat terribly as it went down, but he remembered River’s
instructions to not make any noise, especially when it could bring the
elf directly to them.

He sat on the small chair in the bathroom as he listened to the

fight in the other rooms.

It sounded like there were six or eight different voices as the fight

continued. Angel suddenly felt scared for River and Paul, and he

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desperately wished to go out there and sacrifice himself to save his
mate and his brother’s mate. The only thing that kept him in the
bathroom was his promise he made to River about remaining safe.

He felt more than heard someone crash against the wall he sat

opposite and recognized River’s grunt as he was obviously the one to
hit the wall. Being at such bad odds, Angel held very little hope of
escaping. He couldn’t even teleport without bringing himself straight
into the fight. The only way his teleporting abilities would work were
either to his brother, who lay in the bathroom with him, or to his mate,
who currently fought the bad guys.

After what felt like hours, everything came to an abrupt silence.

The silence was worse than the yelling, the shouting,  and  the
screaming because now he had no clue who had won, if his mate had
been  injured,  or  how bad  Paul had been injured, if at all. He knew
they weren’t dead because now that both men were mated to him and
Damon in their way,  they were now truly immortal. From now on,
any fatal blows that came their way would pass right through them
and not cause any damage. Although that didn’t mean they couldn’t
be stabbed or shot or even tortured in any way if  the shots weren’t
fatal blows.

After what seemed like another lengthy amount of time, he began

to hear voices again, and they were close. He heard the distinct sound
of River and let out the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.
Paul’s gruff voice sounded through the door, too, as they spoke to
numerous men.

A knock on the bathroom door made Angel jump across the room

as he knelt protectively by the side of his brother’s still-sleeping form.
He wouldn’t allow anybody to harm his younger brother. Then
River’s voice came through. He could tell the man’s voice was sore
and raspy, but it was definitely River’s. He would know the sound of
his mate’s voice anywhere. He only spoke one word over and over,
and Angel sighed as he heard it spoken two times, three times, and
four.

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He slowly disengaged the lock, and as soon as Angel heard the

lock click, two men came jumping through the room. One ran straight
for his brother, but he recognized the man as Paul just as quick. The
other wrapped his large albeit bloody arms around River. He didn’t
begrudge River for getting another’s blood on him. He was just glad
to have the man in his arms safe and sound.

“Is it over?” a small voice asked. He looked over to see Paul

rocking his brother close to his chest as he peppered kisses all over
the man’s face and neck.

River must have caught on to what Angel was thinking. He knew

his big-hearted mate wanted to make sure his brother was safe with
Paul because he said, “He’s happy that his mate is safe, as am I.” He
began peppering kisses all over his face. “Apparently the elf knew
you and Damon would be here at the hotel this week because hotel
security found a dead, rotting elf corpse in a back room that is usually
never used. The elf had apparently found out Damon had business
here. Apparently the owner knew him by face and identified the elf
when he asked too many questions regarding his guests. That had
seemed to piss the evil elf off. That was when he decided to harass the
hotel employees as a sort of pay back to the owner. ” River explained.

“I guess he figured if he could intimidate the owner here that he

would get the owner to hand you or Damon over to him. Of course
this is just a guess. He just never expected that you would find your
mates here,” he added before he carried Angel back into the bedroom
and to the mattress on the floor. Apparently, at some point during the
fight, the chairs and the bed as well as the other furniture had gotten
smashed or broken to pieces.

Angel didn’t care much so long as he got to be in River’s arms.

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It had taken several hours for the owner, managers, and security to

leave them alone. They had switched and upgraded their rooms from

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the small rooms they had been in to the penthouse suite they had  to
spare. The room was beautiful. A large,  formal sitting area with a
small kitchenette sat in between two bedrooms that  had an en suite
bathroom each.

Angel slowly crept into the bathroom where River currently stood

in the shower. The sight before him made his cock harden instantly
and begin leaking pre-cum. His mate leaned against the shower wall,
water cascading down and around his hard tanned rippled muscles.
Dirty-blond hair wet and matted around his hard features rested on his
shoulders. He was stroking his big cock rapidly. Small groans came
from his mouth.

It took no time at all before the groans turned into grunts and cries

of pleasure as Angel witnessed the engorged head swell and throb in
the man’s large, callused hand. Suddenly Angel stood under the water
without even having walked to the shower or opened the shower door.
He quickly knelt down as he saw River’s head roll back onto his
shoulders as the man began to come. He swallowed the huge cock
down to the hilt as River cried out his pleasure. The cords in the
man’s neck strained as his entire body stiffened before shots of what
he knew was pearly white cum slid down Angel’s throat. River must
have realized Angel stood there sucking on his cock and swallowing
every ounce of release the man gave him because he screamed out
Angel’s name as he fisted his hair and arched back into his mouth as
every bit of his release was taken by Angel.

As soon as River’s climax began to recede, Angel increased his

sucking on the man’s cock until it began to harden once again. Just as
River began to moan once more from the sensations his
oversensitized cock was experiencing, Angel released the cock from
his mouth and dropped the balls from his hand as he worked his way
up his body, leaving a hot, wet trail of kisses, licks, and nibbles on
every surface of skin he could reach. He worked his way up the man’s
torso, making sure to spend a special amount of time on his nipples.

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He swirled his tongue over the tightening and sensitive nubs

before gently biting on one as he pulled the other before soothing the
bite with a few sensual licks. Then he trailed over to the other nipple
as he paid it the same attention.

He continued his upward journey until he reached River’s strong

square jaw and thick muscular neck as he continued to lick and trace
light, feathery kisses along the sensitive skin there. He made his way
toward the mating mark on River’s neck, a bloodred A with a white
glow around the edges to represent a blood-cum exchange between
the two men. It was truly a remarkable marking. River had explained
to him that the first marking always remains permanent as all others
would heal with time. Nobody would or could deny their bond.

Angel turned River around, gently propping his mate’s hands

against the cool tile of the shower wall as he began his southward
journey. He kissed and licked every contour and every crevice of his
mate’s body. Strong, muscular, broad shoulders lined up a beautiful
sculptured back that Michelangelo would have been proud to create.
His shoulder muscles, well built and defined, had a golden tinge to
them from countless hours in the sun.

Next, he lightly brushed his fingers down the sides of the broad

chest that led to a slim waist leading to his mate’s thighs. He grasped
his mate’s now-jutting cock from behind and thrust a few times,
gathering the pre-cum that had started to form from the slit once
again.

He alternated between kisses and suckles of the man’s tasty body

as he left a trail leading all the way down River’s spine. As he reached
his mate’s lower back, Angel felt River shudder as he stuck his ass
out more for Angel as he spread his legs wide apart. Angel leaned
back on his heels as he began massaging the man’s perfectly rounded
ass cheeks. He squeezed them together and then pried them apart with
his hands to reveal the tight, puckered sphincter that appeared to be
winking at him.

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He smiled at the most erotic sight he had ever seen. Hot water

trickled down his mate’s crease, getting the tight hole nice and wet.
He blew cool air over the puckered flesh, earning a shiver from River
as the man began to beg.

“Do it,” he moaned, and Angel wasn’t one to turn down an

invitation like that. He pulled in close, spreading his mate’s rounded
mounds apart as he swiped his tongue from the top of the crease all
the way down to the man’s balls.

Focusing on the tight little hole in front of him, Angel licked and

sucked at the  tight flesh that had his mate writhing and mewling in
time with his swipes. As Angel stiffened his tongue,  he drove it
straight into his mate’s puckered hole, which had River going crazy.
He began thrusting his hips back upon Angel’s intruding tongue as he
moaned and groaned as Angel fucked him with his tongue.  Angel
chuckled as he began to fuck his mate’s ass with his tongue  with
fervour, and he hummed against the man’s supple flesh, sending faint
vibrations up into the man’s hole.

River almost immediately clamped down on his tongue, making it

impossible for him to remove his tongue from the man’s grasp. He
lightly traced his hands over the man’s ass, trying to relax him slightly
before he pulled out his special weapon. Angel swiped across the
flesh once more before giving the hole a featherlight kiss.

It had the desired effect, and River’s body tensed, every muscle

contracting and becoming rigid. Angel felt the balls in his mouth draw
up tightly to his mate’s body, or attempt to, as he shot his load all over
the wall of the shower. He kept the balls in his mouth as he swirled
his tongue around them,  and  he kept pumping his fingers into the
man’s hole. He wouldn’t dare fuck his mate unless the man asked him
first,  but he had no problem whatsoever in playing  with his mate’s
ass.  He might have  even found River enjoyed  bottoming every once
in a while. That would be a special treat.

River’s legs gave way, and he slid to the shower floor once Angel

released the man’s balls from his mouth and pulled his fingers back

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out. He straddled River’s legs as the man turned over and reached out
for Angel. River’s chest rose and fell in rapid succession as he tried to
regain his breath. Angel refused to give him a chance to catch his
breath as he impaled himself on the still-hard cock.

Both men groaned in ecstasy. He felt so full, so very full that he

always wanted his mate in his ass. Unless he could be in River’s ass.
However, he knew he was the submissive, the bottom boy, and he was
fine with it. The man’s cock was huge and fucked him good.

Angel began bouncing on the huge cock in his ass. Starting off

slowly  and methodically,  he gradually built their arousal and their
impending orgasms. Every time River’s cock would swipe over his
sweet spot,  it would cause  him to cry out in rapture. Every time
River’s cock almost left his body, his mate would cry in protest at the
loss.  River  had already come twice,  and it was obvious his mate’s
cock was too sensitive for him to keep some semblance of sanity.
River went wild underneath him.  Every nerve ending  in his ass was
on fire as Angel continued to ride the huge cock.

After no time at all, he increased the pace until he was bouncing at

the speed of lightning as he grew close to his own climax. He began
fisting his cock in time with his thrusts as he leaned forward, swiping
his tongue over his mating mark, causing a shiver of delight to sweep
over River. He had an incredible urge to submit in every way to the
big man.

He tilted his head to the side as he bared his neck and shoulder to

River’s hungry gaze as he whispered, “Bite me,” to the man who had
so very little self-control at that point. River wound his arms around
Angel’s waist and neck before pumping into him at such a speed he
began whimpering between cries of bliss as he felt River’s canines
pierce the skin between his neck and shoulder, right on his mating
mark.

The blood River took from his neck appeared to be directly

connected to Angel’s cock, pulling another spurt of cum from his
balls. It prolonged his orgasm as he screamed and screamed until he

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felt pretty sure his voice wasn’t working anymore. He reached behind
him to cup River’s balls and fondle them as his mate continued to pull
at his life essence. It seemed to do the trick, as River extracted his
teeth from his neck and buried his face there, muffling Angel’s
scream as the cock inside his ass pulsed and throbbed to an alarming
rate as it swelled and exploded inside him.

River’s release wasn’t as long as the others, but it seemed to do

the trick in making sure River passed out.

Angel lay there for what seemed like hours before he reluctantly

pulled off of the cock in his ass and cleaned them up. He picked River
up, thanking his big build as he carried the man into their bedroom
before snuggling up with him and allowing darkness to claim him
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Chapter

River made his way to the kitchen. He had been stuck in his office

dealing with pack business majority of the day,  and he still wasn’t
even halfway through  it all. He had been neglecting his mate ever
since they had come back home four days ago. He had a week’s worth
of pack business to catch up on. A number of meetings with Jay and
Dark were all he needed when he had the sexiest thing since butt
plugs walking around his home—their home. It seemed every time
River saw his pet walking around the house,  he was always half
naked. It was all he could do to concentrate on his work.

He had just finished his meeting with Dark, Paul, and Jay as he

walked them into the kitchen. He was determined to spend the entire
afternoon chilling out with his mate. Lord knew they needed it. Upon
walking into the kitchen, a fantastic smell hit his senses.

He had noticed since coming home with his mate that Angel knew

how to cook, and he had spent hours thanking fate and the gods for
that fact. As a big and strong warrior wolf, River knew nothing of
how to cook, regardless of what some might say of his homosexuality,
unless it was heating up a microwavable meal or cooking a steak on
the barbeque. He was lucky he hadn’t died from his lack of skills in
the kitchen.

The scent of chilli and cayenne pepper filled the air as the four

men stepped into the kitchen. “Oh, my God. It smells like home in
here,” Dark commented as he grabbed four beers out of the fridge.

River was more interested in the sight than anything. Angel stood

at the counter, frying something in the skillet. Dark handed River an
opened beer bottle, and River took a long pull as he hugged his mate

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from behind as River kissed the mating mark on the man’s neck. He
grinned widely as he looked up to his alpha’s knowing gaze. It was
the look as if to say he was cock-whipped, and River knew he was.
He was addicted to the feel of his mate and felt the happiest he had in
two hundred years every time he saw his mate in their home.

Angel extracted something from the skillet and placed it on a

cloth-covered plate to draw out any excess fat before he turned around
in River’s arms to give him a deep kiss then looked up into the gazes
of their friends.

“Alpha Dark, beta Paul, enforcer Jay.” He welcomed each man as

they nodded back to him. When they had come home from Montana,
they had found Trip, Dark’s second beta, was nowhere to be found.
Dark had just said that he had gone out of town on urgent matters and
wouldn’t be back for a few days. That had been four days ago.
Thankfully, he had rang that previous evening to ensure his safety so
nobody worried.

Coming back into the current conversation, River noticed Angel

was smiling proudly as he placed some white stuff from a glass dish
and into the skillet. “Are you guys staying for lunch? There’s plenty
to go around,” his mate announced, and River felt his lips curl up as
he watched the saliva drip from the mouths of his alpha, beta, and co-
enforcer.

“Hell yes!” all three men chimed together before rushing to sit at

the large kitchen table. Dark gathered five plates and five sets of
cutlery. Someone would have thought his mates didn’t feed him, the
way he ran around the place like a child on Christmas eve. Paul ran
around the kitchen also, somehow dodging the rest of them in his mad
rush of grabbing an assortment of condiments and sauces as Jay ran to
the fridge to grab a carafe of iced tea to go along with their meal.

“Guess that’s a yes, then.” River chuckled as he made his way to

the table where three salivating wolves sat waiting impatiently to be
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“What are we having, Angel?” Paul asked as River saw his mate

bringing a large covered plate to the table between them all, quickly
followed by the plate full of those white things.

“Hot and spicy chicken wings with potato rosti,” his pet answered

as he sat down at the table and poured himself a glass of iced tea.

The next several minutes consisted of very animalistic chews and

groans of satisfaction, followed by comments of appreciation as they
all tucked into their food. It wasn’t long before the large plateful of
chicken wings and potato rosti’s was completely devoured, leaving
only a plate full of chicken bones in its wake.

Ten chicken wings, five potato rostis, and a bottle of beer later,

and River was sated and full, at least from food he was.

“That was amazing,” Dark commented as he patted his stomach.

“Just don’t tell Harry that, okay? If he ever found out, I wouldn’t get
any for decades,  and I happen to like my sex life.” Everybody
chuckled at the fearful look his alpha’s small mate could put on him,
and the man was nowhere near them.  Although  Harry, the alpha’s
mate, was only in the higher five-foot mark, and Dark, closer to seven
feet tall, could put fear into the eyes of anyone. When they had fought
Drake and the rogue vampires,  Harry and Councilwoman Felicity,
who was also a demon, had created a ring of fire around Dark’s home
in order to protect the koine and keep anyone from entering the house.
Although it had taken a lot of energy out of them, it had given River a
newfound respect for the little demon. He sure as hell tried not to piss
off the little guy. So far, success!

Coming back into the conversations going around the table, River

agreed with the compliments his friends were paying Angel.

Angel looked toward River with an expression River couldn’t

attribute to an emotion, but he was positive his mate wanted to know
that he enjoyed the food also. “It was amazing, pet. Your food always
is. I know I won’t starve as long as I have you.” His comment seemed
to do the trick, as Angel smiled brightly at him, and he was rewarded
with a deep, passionate kiss from his mate. Too soon did Angel pull

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away from his lips, leaving him dazed and lustful while Angel jumped
up to clear the table.

River wanted to growl and swing his mate up in his arms and

carry the man to their bedroom where he would show his pet exactly
what he thought of Angel’s cooking, his baking, his blow jobs, and
just about everything else that he did.

Later that evening, River decided to take Angel to the club. River

was wearing his standard black button-down shirt and dark jeans as he
always did when off duty at the club. Angel, on the other hand, wore
black leather shorts and his white leather collar—leash included.

His mate seemed to be vibrating with excitement as he walked

alongside River. It had turned out his mate thoroughly enjoyed
voyeurs’ paradise, as River caught him on more than one occasion
watching both same-sex couples and opposite-sex couples playing
with one another in the variety of scenes laid about the large room. A
werewolf lesbian couple River knew to be mated played in the shower
scene. The one woman who was the Domme stood leaning against the
tiled wall as the sub knelt at her feet as she ate her cunt. The scenes
they played were good, and a lot of people got off on watching them,
but River wasn’t one of them.

River preferred to watch the male couples and groups play. It

wasn’t anything prejudiced. It was just what excited him.

He only had his eyes on one thing for this evening, though. He

wanted to play with his little pet, and the one place he wanted to play
was currently unoccupied. Rushing his mate into the glass enclosure,
River locked the door and suddenly shifted into Dom mode.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, River watched excitement,

apprehension, love, lust, and desire run through his mate at swift
speed. “Strip, pet,” he commanded as he noticed a large crowd gather
around them.

A seductive grin blossomed on the face of his little pet as Angel

kicked his shoes off then slowly undid the bottom of his shorts and

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then undid the zip before he wiggled his hot, muscular ass out of the
shorts until they pooled around his ankles.

River reached into his jeans to pull out his suddenly painful cock.

Holding onto the leash, he directed it downward while telling his pet,
“Kneel.” A bleep came in through the two-way computer, and River
went to read it. Make him suck your hard cock, the suggestion read. It
was one River had no problem executing. His little pet gave good
blow jobs, and once all these people saw it, there would be a lot of
cum shots staining the glass and the voyeurs’ hands.

Picking up the leash in one hand, River directed between his legs

with the other. Angel soon moved his ass to wiggle himself between
River’s big muscular thighs. Not even a word needed to be exchanged
between them before Angel knew what to do. He just dove for River’s
hard,  jutting cock and swallowed him to the hilt. Several moans,
groans,  and even a couple whimpers went through the atmosphere,
but none of them belonged to River. Looking around the area where
their audience had gathered,  he saw  a lot of horny men, each with
their hard cocks leaking copious amounts of pre-cum  and all
squeezing their bases to try and stave off their orgasms.

Women stood clinging to their masters and subs as they played

with themselves. A few even looked to be getting it on right alongside
River and Angel.

Angel’s mouth felt like heaven. He worked his way up the shaft to

suckle on the head alone as he fondled River’s ball sac before moving
down to suck one ball then the other into his mouth, teasing him to no
end. River’s hands fisted in Angel’s hair as his hips began thrusting,
driving his cock deeper down his pet’s throat. Then another
suggestion came through.

Yeah! That’s it. Fuck his hot little mouth. It was then he had an

even better idea. Tapping Angel on the shoulder, telling him to stop,
he reorganized himself as he stood. “Lie on your back, head
overhanging the edge,” he instructed as Angel jumped up to comply.

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He lay on his back, head hanging over the edge of the bed and his
knees bent.

“Do not touch yourself,” he commanded, his Dom voice so stern

that even a few other Doms watching removed their hands from their
cocks. That was why he loved the BDSM lifestyle. He could
command as he wished, and most subs watching, as well as his sub,
obeyed even if it was only by instinct or habit alone.

Moving to rest his hands in the silk of the comforter, River tapped

his pet’s chin to open up wide. As he did, River drove straight home.
He began driving his cock in and out of his mate’s mouth. Fucking
Angel’s hot little mouth deep and hard the way they both liked it
drove him wild with need. As River began to feel his balls draw up
tight, he pulled from the hot, wet mouth with a loud pop that echoed
throughout the glass walls. “Assume the position, pet,” he demanded.
He knew his mate would know to get into the doggy position, but the
way he commanded it showed what a good Dom he was and what an
obedient sub Angel was. According to the nods and smiles from
majority of the Doms and Dommes around them, they were impressed
with Angel’s “training” when in reality the man was a natural, and no
training was necessary with him. He listened to his Dom, his master,
and that was all there was to it.

Going into the nightstand, he grabbed the lube and a condom.

Although as a werewolf he couldn’t receive or give diseases, within
an environment such as this,  where  a  majority of the audience was
human,  a condom was  necessary to maintain reputation. It was also
club protocol that all unbonded couples or groups use condoms. Even
though Angel was  collared,  and everybody could  see that,  he still
needed to arrange a ceremony to bond them together in front of the
resident Doms and subs.

He lubed up his fingers and dripped some down his mate’s crease

before he started circling the tight ring of muscles. As his pet began to
relax, he pushed in one finger to the second knuckle. His mate began

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mewling as he dropped down further onto his shoulders. With the
angle and pressure, he held his finger in his mate’s ass.

He began thrusting his finger in and out, stretching his pet out

until he became loose enough to push a second one in alongside the
first. He scissored his fingers in and out as Angel relaxed and moaned
in time to his thrusts. When his mate began meeting his thrusts, River
swatted his mate’s ass gently as he ordered him to not move. Angel
hesitated in stilling but bit his bottom lip. River continued to pump his
fingers in and out of the now-quivering hole as he crooked his fingers
a bit until he ran over the walnut-sized gland that was his mate’s
sweet spot. The result was enough for his mate to arch his back as he
cried out happily. His cock hardened more, if that was possible, and
River knew they both wouldn’t last long.

He quickly pushed in a third until it glided in and out effortlessly,

before replacing it with his hard cock.

He didn’t relish the feeling of the condom between them, but he

had an image to uphold. The second he was buried balls-deep in his
mate’s ass, he knew he wouldn’t last long, and by the sounds of his
mate, Angel wouldn’t either.

He began a fast and furious pace. He thrust his cock in and out of

his mate at a punishing speed. He needed the feel of his mate wrapped
around him, gripping his cock like a vise as he was  milked of his
climax. No sooner  had he begun when he felt Angel stiffen below
him, trying to stave off his orgasm. He was determined to be such an
obedient sub that he was attempting to keep his orgasm at bay until he
was given permission. Luckily,  River was moments away from
coming also as he grunted, “You. May. Come,” between thrusts.

As if his words were directly connected to Angel’s cock and balls,

he just had enough time to pull the man up against his chest, giving
their audience perfect view of his pet coming. Pearly ropes of seed
erupted from the slit as Angel’s head hit against River’s shoulder and
he screamed out his release, and he was beautiful doing so. River

River’s Pet, Angel

barely registered the audience groaning and crying out their own
releases at watching his mate come so beautifully.

He stroked down the man’s chest and well-defined abs as he thrust

deep once more before his climax took him. Stilling above Angel,
River filled his mate’s channel with his release.

* * * *

The next morning, River knew he was alone before he even

opened his eyes. He ran his hand over the gap in the bed where
Angel’s body should have been, which was still warm, so his mate
couldn’t be far away. Cracking his eyes open, River took in the early
morning sun. The pink in the sky told him it was dawn. He groaned,
wishing his mate would come back to bed so he could cuddle up with
the man, at least until the sun was properly up. The bathroom light
then came into focus, and a disgusting wretching-type sound came to
his ears.

Panicking, River darted out of bed and toward the bathroom in a

mad rush. By the time he got there, the sight had him frozen in place.

He saw Angel hugging the toilet as he threw up the contents of his

entire stomach and then some. His head lay against the cool ceramic
of the toilet seat as he tried to regain his breath. The sound of his mate
wretching again drew him out of his stupor. He wet a washcloth with
cool water and brought it up to his mate’s forehead after he was done
wretching for the time being.

“What’s up, pet?” he asked, worry lacing his voice.
“Sick...call...Da–Damon,” he stammered as he began shaking.

Running back into the bedroom, River donned a pair of boxers as he
dialed Paul’s cell.

“What?” a groggy voice answered, but River couldn’t find it in

him to be guilty for waking his beta up.

“I need Damon here, and soon. Angel’s throwing up, and he

reckons Damon can help,” River yelled. He had lost all self-control at

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the sight of his mate being sick. The sounds of wretching drew him
back to the bathroom.

“Just get here, and quick,” he said as he shut the phone off.
Several minutes later, Damon walked into the bathroom with a

tired and pissed-off-looking Paul.

“Ohthankgodyou’rehere.” He rushed as he wiped sweat away

from the Angel’s forehead after he was done wretching once more.
He handed the man a glass of water to swill his mouth with as Damon
spoke.

“What’s going on here?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I woke up and heard Angel throwing up. He hasn’t

moved from this position since then, and that was fifteen minutes ago
now. Who knows how long he was here before I woke up.” He was
scared as hell that there was something seriously wrong with his mate.
Then Damon took Angel’s head in his hands as he stared intently in
his Angel’s eyes.

Several moments passed, and River began getting nervous. Then

Damon spoke without letting his gaze move from Angel’s. “I need
both of you to wait in the bedroom,” he said, but he didn’t wait for an
answer as Paul dragged him from the bathroom and Damon shut and
locked the bathroom door.

“What’s going on here?” he screamed at Paul when the man let

him go. Paul just shook his head as River began pacing back and
forth, crossing to the bathroom door numerous times, checking to see
if the door had been unlocked.

About twenty minutes later, the door opened to reveal a pale,

weak Angel as he almost collapsed in River’s arms. “What’s up with
my baby?” he asked, almost hysterical by this point. Something was
wrong with his truly immortal mate, and he wanted to know about it
now.

“He’s a plural,” Damon answered as he went to sit down on Paul’s

lap. Paul immediately snuggled up to him and wrapped both arms

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tightly around his waist. River sat back against the headboard,
cradling a now-sleeping Angel to his body.

“What? What’s a plural?” he asked. Confusion seemed to be an

understatement right then. Something was off, and it didn’t make him
feel too good.

Damon cast a glance at Paul before he gripped the man’s arms in a

death grip, his knuckles turning deathly white as he held onto the
arms holding him.

“It’s a special person. It sometimes occurs with our kind, although

it is very rare. Don’t worry, though. He is completely safe, and once
he gets some rest, he will be back to normal. The sickness is just
temporary,” Damon said by way of explanation. River didn’t know
whether to sigh in relief that his mate was safe or huff in exasperation
at his brother-in-law’s vague answer.

He took a deep breath so he didn’t appear as yelling or ungrateful.
“What’s special about being a plural?” he asked, scepticism lacing

his voice.

Damon appeared to look everywhere but at Paul and River, as if

afraid whatever he was going to say would frighten them away.

“What’s special about being a plural?” River asked again,

becoming more anxious and impatient as every second went by. Paul
looked equally as frustrated, and River thought the man must be
worried that the same thing would happen to Damon at some point.

Damon closed his eyes and leaned back against Paul’s shoulder,

breathing deeply as he obviously tried to calm himself down. When
Angel whimpered in his sleep and clutched his stomach, River pulled
him up slightly so he wouldn’t choke if he began throwing up again.
His mate’s safety and health was paramount above everything else.

His mate began moaning in obvious pain as he held on tight to his

stomach. The poor guy looked to be in terrible pain. River soothed his
mate by rubbing his back slowly and methodically, trying to calm him
down. After many minutes of trying this, Angel’s breathing finally
evened out as he fell asleep once more.

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River didn’t say a word as he watched his pet sleep peacefully for

the time being as he pulled the covers around his mate.

He looked up and glared at Paul and Damon when Damon cleared

his throat. Damon rose from his spot on the Paul’s lap and made his
way to sit on the edge of the bed. He stroked Angel’s hair back behind
his ears as his mate curled into the soft touch. He worked his way
down to lightly trace circles around his stomach.

Damon looked up into River’s eyes and silently pleaded to lie

Angel down on the bed. River did as he asked, not because he wanted
to, but because he needed answers, and if following him was the only
way he’d get them then he’d do it.

River placed the comforter up to Angel’s chin as he followed

Damon and Paul out the bedroom and down to the kitchen. Paul
began making a pot of coffee as Damon led River to the table.

When River thought that Damon wouldn’t speak, he did. “Some

angels are born with a defect. It isn’t harmful to them and most of the
time remains dormant in the person. The defect only affects men.
More specifically, the defect only becomes active in gay men.”

Damon paused, wringing his hands together until Paul handed

them both a mug full of coffee, and Damon happily drank it down and
handed the mug back for another.

“Nobody knows how the defect is created or what causes it, but

apparently another man fucking a plural activates this defect.”

River’s face drained of all color as he looked up at Damon

through wide eyes. “I started this? I made him sick? I thought you
guys couldn’t get sick.” He rambled on and on, unable to process the
pain his mate was going through, and it was his fault because he
fucked him. How was that possible?

“River?” Damon’s voice broke through his thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“Listen to what I am trying to tell you. The birth defect only

occurs in men of our race. Basically, the defect is a uterus. They are

River’s Pet, Angel

basically all male but with both a male and female reproductive
system,” he said, and River’s jaw dropped. His mate had a uterus?

“River—”
“I’m pregnant.”

* * * *

Angel rounded the corner into the kitchen just in time to see River

collapse unconscious. He ran straight to him, catching him just before
his head from hitting the floor.

“I’m pregnant,” he announced.
When Angel had woken up and felt sick, he knew it meant he was

a plural, and he knew it meant he was pregnant. But he hadn’t thought
River would take the news so badly as to lose consciousness.

A few minutes later, River began rousing up. His eyes fluttered

open, and he smiled sleepily when he noticed he was being cradled by
Angel. Then his expression seemed to change to one of complete
shock as he sat up.

“Tell me I didn’t hear what I think you just said?” he asked.
“I’m pregnant, Ri,” Angel said again. River’s eyes widened even

more as he darted his eyes between Angel and Damon. He finally set
his sight on Paul.

Paul didn’t seem to be taking the news much better at hearing the

prospect his mate could have a uterus and possibly get pregnant. His
eyes bugged out of his head as his jaw hit the ground. Angel’s
attention though was on his mate at his bit of news.

“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes”
River didn’t respond. Instead, he grabbed the coffee Damon held

out for him and chugged the hot drink down. Steam must have come
out of his mouth as he ran for the sink and swallowed glassful after
glassful of water down. Angel sat back and he watched his mate and

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the father of his child look out the window as he remained silent. He
was unsure whether to say or do anything.

“You sure?” a small voice asked. Angel looked over to see River

facing him. He had a somber expression on his face as if he didn’t
know what to feel, what to think or do.

“Yes. I know it’s crazy and hard for you to get your head round.

Believe me, I’m the one who’s gotta carry your child.”

“My child?” River asked, and Angel arched a brow in confusion.
“Yes, your child. Who else’s child would I be pregnant with?

You’re the only one,” Angel said. Plurals weren’t too widely known.
In fact, they were very rare, but his kind knew enough about them to
know that they could only get pregnant with their mate’s sperm. They
couldn’t get pregnant with just about any man.

River seemed to ponder the information over for a few minutes

before a small smile splayed over his lips. Angel slowly made his way
to his mate’s embrace.

“So we’re really having a baby?” he asked, looking down at

Angel with such love and adoration in his eyes.

“We really are.”

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

As a woman, Christine is the typical romantic. Long walks on the

beach, and a man or men to keep her warm in the cold winter months
of England is her idea of perfection.

Falling in love with Erotic Romance from the first page was a

calling beyond no other and suddenly twenty years of what she calls
an “overactive imagination” finally paid off. Her mind races ahead
two or three books. She always has new and exciting ideas waiting to
be written. She loves the idea of pushing the boundary on the typical
male and female relationship as something new and exciting,
something she will never grow old of.

Still waiting for that Mr. Perfect of her own, she will just have to

sit back and write about others finding theirs. Those select few may
even get lucky and find two.

Christine wishes you will find your Mr. Perfect(s).

Also by Christine Shaw

Ménage Amour ManLove: Dark Times 1: The Dom for His Alpha

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