Blood Prince [Wolf Creek Pack 4] (11 page)

Zacarius nodded. “I know that now.”

“Remember it,” Daniel directed.

Zacarius nodded, glancing up at Devlin. “I don’t think I will ever forget it.”

“So, can I assume that you two have worked everything out?”

“We still have a few small issues to discuss, but Zacarius is my mate and I won’t be giving him up,” Devlin said.

“You shouldn’t have to,” Daniel replied. “A mate is a mate, no matter who they are.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m a vampire?” Zacarius asked, clearly surprised.

Daniel chuckled. “It’s unusual, but no. Human, shifter, vampire, it doesn’t matter. Fate chooses our mates, prince, not us. I’ve always believed that we should embrace the one chosen for us no matter what.”

“How will the rest of your pack feel about this?” Zacarius asked. “I’m old enough to remember the war, alpha. People were lost on both sides. That hatred still lives.”

“I imagine there will be some hostility, but eventually everyone will come to accept you.”

“You sound very confident.”

“I know my pack,” Daniel replied. “We all respect the bond between mates. Prove that you’re someone worthy of Devlin, and I doubt anyone will question your mating.”

“Easier said than done, alpha,” Zacarius replied. “My coven is already scandalized that I slept with a shifter and they don’t even know we’re mated.”

“Do you think it will be an issue?” Daniel asked. “Will Devlin’s life be in danger if he goes back to your coven?”

“There’s always a danger, alpha,” Zacarius replied. “You know that. But, much as you said, once Devlin proves his worth, they will accept him.”

“Zacarius is a good man, Daniel,” Devlin added, wanting his alpha to understand that he did not mate a man he couldn’t respect. “I have no doubt that he will be worthy.”

Daniel grinned. “Well said, Devlin.”

Devlin felt his face flush. He felt Zacarius squeeze his hand.

Daniel reached out and shook Zacarius’s hand. “Welcome to Wolf Creek Pack, Prince Zacarius.”

Chapter 8

“Do you think he really meant that?”

“Who? What?” Devlin asked, glancing over at Zacarius as they walked back to his house.

“Your alpha,” Zacarius replied. “Did he really mean it when he accepted me into your pack?”

“Yes,” Devlin replied without hesitation.

“Why?” Zacarius wondered out loud. The alpha’s acceptance seemed all too easy.

Devlin chuckled. “Because you’re my mate.”

“And that’s all it takes?”

“We take mating very seriously, Zac,” Devlin said. “You should have figured that out by now. My reaction alone should have shown you that.”

Zacarius snorted. “Your reaction showed me what an idiot I was to lie to you. Believe me, it will never happen again. I don’t care what the situation is, I’ll always tell you the truth. I can promise you that.”

“And I promise not to leave you again under any circumstances.”

Zacarius stopped when Devlin yanked on his arm, turning toward him. He briefly worried that Devlin still thought he lied until Devlin cupped his hands around Zacarius’s face.

“I’m sorry, Zac,” Devlin said softly. “I was angry, but I didn’t have a right to endanger your life the way I did. It will never happen again, no matter how angry I may get. I will always be there for you.”

Zacarius’s breath hitched in his throat. “You think you’re going to get that angry with me again?”

“I have no doubt about it.” Devlin smiled. “We’re both very stubborn people, Zac. We both like to get our own way. There is no doubt in my mind that we will argue and fight. But as long as we remember that we’re a team, we can work anything out.”

The sensual grin that came over Devlin’s face sent a shot of lust straight to Zacarius’s cock, hardening him to steel in a matter of seconds.

“Besides, make up sex is half the fun.”

Zacarius’s fingers clenched against the fabric of Devlin’s shirt as he pulled Zacarius close. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Devlin Morgan would have him wrapped around his finger faster than anyone Zacarius ever knew.

Devlin didn’t have to say anything or even touch him. Just being in Devlin’s presence made Zacarius feel like he could accomplish anything. When Devlin did touch him, however, Zacarius felt like he could fly.

“Didn’t you mention something about punishing me?” Zacarius hissed as Devlin’s tongue raked up the side of his neck.

Devlin chuckled. “Told you that you’d be begging.”

“I’m not begging,” Zacarius said. “I’m reminding.”

Zacarius’s knees shook when Devlin’s teeth nipped the side of his throat. “Have you ever heard of the full moon mating, my prince?”

“N—no.”

“Every full moon, a shifter has a need to reclaim his mate,” Devlin whispered. “I will hunger for you, burn. I’ll bite through steel bars to get to you. I will hunt you down and when I find you, and I will find you, I’ll fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk.”

“Oh fuck.” Zacarius could feel his knees weakening. He didn’t know how much longer they would hold him up. Devlin’s words turned him to mush and sent lust blazing through his body.

“I’ll be in my third shape, the one I was in when I claimed you for the first time,” Devlin continued. “Every mate knows to be ready on the full moon because we can’t stop from taking our mates, claiming them. I won’t even be able to come until I claim you.”

“Dev,” Zacarius croaked, the picture Devlin drew for him filled him with a desire for the full moon to arrive as soon as it could. He needed to feel Devlin claim him more than he needed his next breath.

“Would you like that, my prince?” Devlin asked. “Would you like me to claim you on the full moon?”

“Now, Dev,” Zacarius begged, arching his neck back. “Please, now.”

Devlin’s only answer was to sink his canines into Zacarius’s neck, drawing a deep groan from him. Zacarius shuddered. The intensity of his emotions overwhelmed him. Devlin claimed him again, and this time, they both were fully aware of what happened.

It felt different than when Devlin claimed in the clearing a while ago. Then, Devlin claimed him because they needed to. Zacarius’s life basically depended on it. This time, though, Devlin did it simply because Zacarius asked for it. Hell, he begged for it.

“I need you, my darling,” Zacarius whispered when Devlin raised his head to look at him. He groaned when Devlin licked away a droplet of blood on his lip. Zacarius couldn’t believe how incredibly hot it looked.

Devlin started to lean his head back so that Zacarius could drink from him again. Zacarius stopped him by shaking his head. While he never wanted to give up the chance to feed from his mate, that wasn’t what he wanted right now. He needed Devlin in a different way.

“No, my darling Dev,” Zacarius said. He pushed his aching erection against Devlin. “I need you.”

Devlin grinned, the look in his eyes almost feral. “Then you shall have me, my prince,” He said before he flipped Zacarius around to face the tree.

Zacarius bemoaned the loss of his black leather pants as Devlin ripped them to shreds, but they were a small price to pay for the incredible feeling of Devlin gripping his ass cheeks and pulling them apart.

“Oh, oh, Dev,” Zacarius groaned. Devlin’s tongue stroked across Zacarius’s puckered hole several times before pushing in, stretching him. Zacarius could feel each swipe all the way to his toes.

Zacarius’s hands curled around the trunk of the tree as a finger pushed in beside Devlin’s tongue. He’d experienced a lot of things in his long life but no one had ever used their tongue on him before. His cock throbbed. His hands curled into claws and dug into the bark of the tree. The feeling was glorious.

A loud cry of protest tore from Zacarius’s mouth when Devlin pulled away until he was flipped around. The look on Devlin’s face burned into him, intense, filled with desire just for Zacarius. It excited Zacarius as nothing else could.

The burn in Zacarius’s tight muscles as Devlin thrust into him equaled that in his back as Devlin pushed him up against a nearby tree. Zacarius found Devlin’s force exhilarating and he was more than willing to endure anything for the exquisite feeling of his mate pounding into him.

Zacarius wrapped his legs around Devlin’s back and his arms around Devlin’s neck. He leaned his head back to look at his mate and realized that this would be the first time that they made love while in normal form. Devlin hadn’t shifted and Zacarius didn’t need to feed.

“Look at me, my darling.”

The lust-filled look in Devlin’s eyes made the breath catch in Zacarius’s throat. He saw a ravenous need in his mate, so much need that it made him tremble with his own desires. Devlin really did want him.

Zacarius wondered if the mating bond made Devlin want him so fiercely. The glowing look in Devlin’s eyes said differently. It said Devlin wanted him despite the mating bond.

“My beautiful darling,” Zacarius whispered, awed by the reverent look on his mate’s face. He caressed the side of Devlin’s face. “You won’t regret claiming me, Devlin, I promise. I’ll never lie to you again.”

Devlin nodded. “Still going to paddle your ass when we get home,” Devlin growled.

Zacarius blinked. Why did the thought of Devin’s large hand coming down on his ass make his cock jump? He had some seriously fucked up ideas growing in his head. He was a prince. He should be the one doing the spanking.

“Tell me more,” Zacarius ordered.

Devlin grinned. “I’m going to strip all your clothes off.”

Zacarius groaned.

“You’re going to lie down across my lap, your gorgeous ass right in front of me, and I’m going to spank you, watch your perfect little ass glow all nice and pink for me.”

Zacarius groaned again. His cock leaked all over Devlin’s abdomen. His ass clenched around the cock thrusting into him. Every time Devlin thrust into him, it rubbed his cock against soft trail of hair on Devlin’s abdomen.

“Dev,” Zacarius cried out, the pressure building in his body.

“Then I’m going to fuck you, Zac,” Devlin growled. “I might even shift when I do it.”

The image of Devlin shifting while taking him sent Zacarius over the edge. He whimpered. The pressure in his cock burst into a fiery ball of cream-filled lust. His body tensed, his muscles tightening around the thickness pounding into him. Devlin roared and filled him with his own release.

Zacarius whimpered when Devlin pulled from him, carefully lowering his shaking legs to the ground. His ass ached. His back had deep scratches in it. And Zacarius never felt more satisfied in his life.

“Are you okay, honey?” Devlin asked, brushing the long hair back from Zacarius’s face.

Zacarius could only grin and nod his head. He didn’t have enough energy to reply verbally. He felt wiped out, his body relaxed, his mind melted. He just wanted to go home, curl into Devlin’s arms, and sleep.

He looked down when Devlin chuckled. “It’s going to be mighty interesting getting you home without flashing the entire neighborhood.” Zacarius flushed.

“You could always give me your shirt,” he suggested.

“And hide that gorgeous ass of yours?” Devlin chuckled again. “Now, why would I want to do that?”

“So the whole neighborhood doesn’t see my naked ass?”

“But it’s such a perfect little ass.”

“Devlin,” Zacarius growled. “It is not seemly for the prince of a vampire coven to have his ass hanging out for everyone to see.”

Devlin laughed as he pulled his cotton shirt over his head. He grabbed the edges of the neckline and pulled, tearing the material until it was wide enough to fit over Zacarius’s hips. Zacarius grimaced as he took the shirt and stepped into it.

“Great, now I’m wearing a skirt.”

“You can still go naked.”

Zacarius glared at Devlin. “Not funny, fur ball.”

“Think of it this way, my prince,” Devlin said as he bent down and lifted Zacarius over his shoulder. As he began walking, he slid one hand up the back of Zacarius’s legs until it slid under the material of his shirt and across his ass. “Much better access this way.”

Devlin would slowly drive him out of his mind, Zacarius just knew it. Devlin started walking. Every step pressed Zacarius’s cock between his stomach and Devlin’s shoulder. When Devlin stroked his finger down between his ass cheeks, Zacarius shivered, unable to keep his cry of need at bay.

He came just minutes ago, and he felt ready to come again any moment. The two fingers pressing into his already stretched hole said he would probably come a lot more in the years to come. Zacarius had a feeling Devlin had a large sexual appetite.
 
Zacarius prayed that was true.

“Like that, honey?”

Zacarius growled. Two could play this game. He reached down and pushed his hand under the waist band of Devlin’s jeans. He wiggled his fingers a bit until they pushed against Devlin’s hole, grinning when he heard his mate’s quick intake of breath.

“Payback’s a bitch, my darling,” Zacarius drawled into Devlin’s ear.

Devlin growled and pushed in a third finger. Zacarius did the same but lost his rhythm when Devlin curled his fingers and brushed them over his sweet spot. Stars exploded behind his eyes. He couldn’t concentrate on anything but the exquisite feeling of Devlin’s fingers inside of his ass.

“Don’t stop now, my prince,” Devlin said, his voice sounding husky and strained. “Things just started getting interesting.”

Zacarius shuddered but moved his fingers in Devlin’s ass again. “That’s it,” Devlin growled. “Now, hold on, my prince. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.”

Zacarius didn’t know what Devlin meant until the man started jogging. He quickly learned that his mate was an evil, evil man. Each movement bounced him against Devlin’s muscular form, pressing his cock between them and shoving Devlin’s fingers deep inside of him.

He didn’t know how long Devlin ran, or how much ground he covered before suddenly coming to a stop. Before Zacarius could protest, he was pulled down from Devlin’s shoulder and laid down on a bed. The fingers inside him never stopped moving.