The Half-Breed Who Found His Other Half (9 page)

Isaac would have loved to prolong the moment. He still remembered the nectar of Chantay’s seed on his tongue, and he’d have liked to taste it again. But his body was on fire and his cock demanded to be let in on the game.

Deciding to grant himself and Chantay a reprieve, Isaac briefly broke away from his mate and freed himself from his constraining clothes. The time it took for him to get rid of his outfit seemed to last forever. Finally, Isaac won the battle with the material. His clothing joined Chantay’s on the floor, and at last, Isaac returned to his mate.

The relief he felt at being skin to skin with Chantay was staggering.

His mind swam in a sea of desire and awe, and Isaac knew he had to take his mate now, lest he lose it before he could embed his hard-as-nails prick inside Chantay.

Through the thoughts now liberally flooding their connection, Isaac got the answer to his questions. He couldn’t resist stealing another kiss from Chantay’s tempting lips as he blindly reached for the nightstand. Their tongues dueled, and Chantay surrendered to Isaac’s exploration, moaning sweetly and rubbing his body against Isaac’s. It took a good amount of effort for Isaac to be able to retrieve
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the lubricant from the drawer since Chantay’s sinuous motions were very distracting. But at last Isaac found the tube in the nightstand and broke away from his mate, panting hard. Feeling his mate against him was his drug, and his hands shook so hard that he almost dropped the lubricant on the bed.

By some miracle, he managed to open the tube and poured a generous amount of liquid on his fingers. Chantay spread his legs, lifting them high up in the air as he bent himself nearly in two. Isaac almost swallowed his tongue as his mate exposed himself to his gaze.

“Fuck, baby,” he told Chantay. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look?”

“I know how beautiful you see me,” Chantay replied huskily. “It’s so powerful, Isaac, this feeling. Please, I need you inside me.”

It occurred to Isaac that Chantay sounded far too coherent, taking into account the circumstances. He smirked to himself, deciding he needed to work on that.

Slowly, he pushed a finger inside Chantay’s body, groaning as his mate’s channel swallowed it right up. Chantay seemed to be made for sex, everything about him pure sin, and he belonged to Isaac. The half fae pushed back against the invading digit, demanding more. Isaac didn’t allow his mate to suffer in sexual frustration. He added another finger and scissored them inside Chantay, preparing his mate for penetration. When he found Chantay’s prostate, the half fae arched his back and cried out, his cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum.

“If you don’t fuck me now, Isaac, I’ll…I’ll…”

The sweet beauty seemed lost for words, and Isaac declared his mission a success. Watching his mate’s face, he finger-fucked Chantay, fully focused on not hurting his lover, no matter what. But as much as he’d have liked to be extra careful with Chantay, to take his time with his lover, the truth was that the roller coaster of emotions he’d been on in the past forty-eight hours had him on the edge. He’d found his mate, almost lost him, and then unexpectedly
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claimed him. If he didn’t consummate that bond, he thought he’d go crazy.

Deeming his mate ready, Isaac removed his digits from of his mate’s body. Pouring more lubricant on his fingers, he quickly slicked up his cock, hissing at his own touch. At last, he positioned his cock at Chantay’s hole and pushed.

It was like coming home. The velvety heat that surrounded his prick made him grit his teeth in a vain attempt to fight the overwhelming pleasure. Chantay’s channel simply swallowed him whole, greedily drawing him in.

Chantay wrapped his legs around Isaac’s waist, his gaze fixed on Isaac’s. Hypnotized, Isaac pulled out of his lover and thrust back inside, aiming for the half fae’s prostate. Chantay dissolved into incoherence, his cries rising in volume, his skin flushed with desire, and his lips swollen from Isaac’s kisses. He was like an angel, Isaac’s debauched angel, and Isaac fully intended to stake his claim on the man.

They fell into a rhythm as old as time itself, in, out, in, out, over and over, moving against each other faster and faster. Isaac’s balls slapped against Chantay’s ass as he shoved his cock in his mate’s welcoming passage, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, combined with their groans and grunts, made for a symphony of pleasure that seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment.

Throughout it all, Isaac never once looked away from Chantay’s face. He’d been so close to losing this, so close to missing out on the most beautiful thing in his life. He would not allow anything or anyone to part them.

Once again, Isaac pressed his mouth to Chantay’s, the lure of those beautiful, full lips irresistible.
“I love you, baby,”
he sent to his mate through their bond.
“I love you so much.”

He knew it was fast, and he knew it was scary, but he couldn’t help but say it. Whether he’d kept it to himself or not, Chantay would have realized it anyway. Their bond flowed freely and openly now,
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their emotions coming together until Isaac didn’t know where he ended and Chantay began.

And then, Chantay’s voice drifted into his mind, whispering,
“I
love you, too, Isaac. So very much.”

The words weren’t only said due to the heat of passion. Isaac sensed the truth behind them, the genuine affection. There was a dose of confusion mixed with that love, as if Chantay didn’t quite know how that had happened. But Isaac could help Chantay work through that confusion. Hell, they would help each other. Isaac himself hadn’t expected to find his other half, but he was learning. They were together now, finally complete, having found what they’d been looking for all their lives.

The mere realization of the extent of Chantay’s feelings for him made a rush of possessiveness assault Isaac. He broke the kiss as his canines dropped. Even if he’d just claimed Chantay through the bite, he wanted to do it again.

“Go ahead, Isaac,” Chantay moaned. “Claim me. Make me feel it.

Make me feel you.”

Isaac didn’t wait to be told a second time. He bit down on Chantay’s neck, for the second time tasting Chantay’s sweet blood.

Unlike before, his fear for Chantay’s life was no longer there to dampen his arousal. Thrusting inside his mate one more time, Isaac came, filling his mate’s passage with his seed. Heat splashed between their bodies as Chantay found his own peak, and the half fae’s ecstasy echoed through their bond and into Isaac.

The unexpected pleasure seemed to go on and on, the orgasm unlike anything Isaac had experienced in his life. For a few moments, he actually thought he would lose consciousness. By some miracle, he managed not to waste one single moment of their shared climax.

When at last the tremors of the mind-shattering coupling began to subside, Isaac slipped out of Chantay with a great deal of regret. He fell at his mate’s side, completely worn out. “I guess you’re keeping me then,” he said with a smile.

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Chantay offered him a brief, exhausted smile and pecked his lips.

“I guess so.”

Gathering his mate to his chest, Isaac closed his eyes. For a while, the memory of Chantay’s convulsing body returned to haunt him, but soon, Chantay’s scent and comforting heat worked their charm, and he drifted into dreamless slumber.

* * * *

Chantay opened his eyes, unsure as to what had woken him. At first, he didn’t realize where he was and what had happened, but then he recalled the events earlier that day. The memory of the attack made him frown since he still couldn’t figure out its source. But then Chantay looked at the man holding him. Isaac. The half wolf who had claimed him to save his life. The gentle man who’d wanted to give Chantay a real choice. Chantay’s mate. His other half.

In his sleep, Isaac looked so peaceful Chantay’s heart hurt with love. Most of the time since Chantay had first met his new mate, there had been tension in Isaac, concern, frustration, and doubt. Chantay blamed it on the man’s parents. In a way, Chantay understood. Being a half-breed could mean a terribly difficult existence. While Chantay had struggled with his dual nature, he’d at least not been forced to hide it from the eyes of an ever-watchful world.

Even if Chantay himself had been plagued with doubts regarding his relationship with Isaac, he now knew the truth, and he vowed to himself that he would do his utmost to keep that peaceful expression on Isaac’s face. Isaac deserved to be happy, and Chantay thought that he might just be able to give the half wolf that. They might be able to give it to each other.

As he thought this, Isaac opened his eyes and offered Chantay a small, sleepy smile. “Tell me, baby, are you really here, or am I still dreaming?”

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Chantay snickered and noisily kissed Isaac’s cheek. “Idiot. Of course I’m here. Where else would I be but at my mate’s side?”

Isaac’s smile changed into a grin. “How about we make use of that, shall we?”

But even as Isaac reached for him, obviously intending to take advantage of the situation, the feeling that had woken Chantay up became more intense. Isaac must have sensed it as well since he abruptly stopped, turning toward the door. He frowned, as if uncertain, then released a sigh.

“I’ll take care of this, baby. I didn’t realize word of our mating had spread so easily.”

Isaac left the bed and rushed to the adjoining bathroom. Chantay heard running water, and after a few moments, Isaac stepped back into the room, this time reasonably cleaned. He was pulling his roughed-up pants on when a knock sounded at the door.

Chantay’s incubus senses could only identify people he knew well by their emotions, but through his bond with Isaac, he realized that the person at the door was Isaac’s brother, Brody.

Isaac went to open the door and greeted the werewolf with a dose of irritation in his voice. “Hi, Brody. What can I do for you?”

“Sorry for interrupting while you’re with your mate, brother,” the man said, “but I thought you’d like to know Father gave his permission for you to come with us on the expedition.”

Chantay felt Isaac’s shock as if it were his own. “Seriously? But why?” Isaac asked. “Why did his change his mind now?”

“You might have impressed him when you stood up to him,”

Brody replied. “You’ve never gone against him before, in anything.

He just mentioned that you showed maturity with regard to your mate.”

Thinking back to the ugly glares he’d received, Chantay doubted very much that the elder werewolf had been moved by his bond with Isaac. No, something else was going on. He tentatively tested Brody’s
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mind, but as far as he could tell, Isaac’s brother knew nothing of his father’s machination.

Isaac hesitated for a few moments, then asked, “And you trust him after what he planned with me and Mel?”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore. I want to think he had a reason for that. As it is, I’m only glad you didn’t say yes.”

Chantay only knew about what Elder Wade had done from Isaac.

It seemed that the half wolf had told his brothers about it, too. “How’s Soren?” Isaac asked.

“Pissed, with Father and with Mel, but especially with Father. I talked to him on the phone earlier. He’s talking things through with his family, so I hope it will be all right.” Brody sighed. “But, Isaac, I agree with Father about one thing. I might need you with me, Isaac.

Soren’s gone, and so are some of his men. It wouldn’t hurt to have another person for this mission.”

It seemed that by mission, Brody was referring to the plan to save Chantay’s brother. Chantay covered himself with the sheet and said,

“I want to go, too.”

Even if he couldn’t see Brody, he sensed the werewolf’s displeasure. “I’d rather you didn’t. It’s much too dangerous for someone like you.”

But if it was dangerous, Chantay didn’t want Isaac to go, either.

Wrapped in the sheet, he made his way to the door, ignoring the fact that he was next to naked. Isaac turned toward him, blocking Brody’s view with his body. “Baby, I could go help your brother,” Isaac told him seriously. “I could bring him back to you. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes, Isaac, of course,” Chantay answered, feeling torn between the love he felt for his mate and his affection for his brother. “But do you have to go? I mean, your brother can recruit other people.”

Isaac arched a brow. “What is it? Don’t you trust me to take care of myself?”

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There was a hint of something dark in Isaac’s voice, and Chantay knew the origin. The fact that, many times, Isaac’s parents had kept him from achieving his full potential had given the half wolf a dose of insecurities that Chantay had sensed from the very beginning. It was the same feeling Chantay had whenever someone judged him due to his ancestry, and he understood him well.

“I trust you, Isaac,” he said, “but I’m still worried. I don’t want to lose you, and I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I want to do this for you, baby,”
Isaac whispered through their bond.
“I know how much you care about Rhys. It’s partially my fault
that Soren isn’t here to help. I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

Uncaring as to who might see, Chantay dropped the sheet covering his body and hugged his mate tightly.
“All right, Isaac,”
he replied.
“But please, I need you to be careful. You’re my heart and
soul now.”

It might have sounded corny, but they both knew it was true.

Their lips met in a kiss that tasted like salty tears, sweet love, and bitter separation. When they broke apart, Chantay realized the tears were his own. He angrily wiped his eyes, not wanting to make this anymore difficult. In the end, Isaac was doing this for him, and Chantay’s selfishness aside, he did want to see his brother safe and sound, at home.