Valentino's Cowboy [Brac Village 10] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (13 page)

“Only twice?” Curtis teased as he headed toward the kitchen, going after his mate.

“Guess I better check on Oscar and Seth,” Chance climbed the steps to the upstairs.

“Better make sure Sterling isn’t holding Turi’s head under water,” Riley walked from the living room and out the front door.

“That’s their way of giving you two some privacy,” Malcolm said. “Well, all except Chauncey.” The man shook his head as he left the room.

“And you never felt like you fit in here?” Valentino asked Abe.

“That’s because I never had a mate like everyone else,” Abe said as his arms tightened around Valentino. “And they still treated me like a dimwit, but…” Abe sighed. “I guess they
do
care.”

“You’d have to be blind if you think they don’t.” And admitting that made Valentino ground his back teeth. It meant that Gavin hadn’t intentionally hurt Abe. It also meant that they were staying. Valentino couldn’t in good conscience take Abe away from the people who cared about him.

They weren’t staying here on a permanent basis, but for protecting, he was pretty sure the bears would defend him and Abe. That was good to know.

Just as he turned to take Abe upstairs, three men appeared in the bears’ living room. Valentino threw Abe behind him as he bared his canines. They had shimmered in, which meant they were fey and here for Turi.

Abe felt his stomach tighten when he saw Turi’s father and two of the elders. Had he really thought they would leave Turi alone? Not really. But they had balls appearing in the Lakelands’ living room.

“Pa!” Abe shouted as the three men glared at them.

“Where is Turi?” Turi’s father demanded as he took a step closer. It seemed he gained some courage by having two of the elders by his side. That only told Abe what a true weasel the man was. Abe knew that Wood elves could be downright unreasonable sometimes, and he wasn’t going to put it past them to fight dirty.

The two elders were practically sneering at Abe because of Valentino, but Abe could care less. He didn’t have to deal with them any longer. Abe wasn’t a part of their tribe anymore. He was shunned and that was all right with him.

“We sold him to some vagabonds,” Valentino answered sarcastically. “Or were they gypsies?”

“You will produce my son or I will have all of you punished!” Turi’s father bellowed.

“How?” Malcolm asked as he stepped into the living room. “You refused to be a part of the
Ultionem
. Who are you going to look at for help?”

One of the elders stepped forward, his lip curled so far back that Abe was surprised a growl wasn’t ripping from the man’s throat. “We did not refuse the
Ultionem
. They turned their backs on us.”

“Careful who you call a liar,” Valentino warned. Abe could feel how tight his mate’s muscles were and knew the man was on the verge of attacking. Abe didn’t want a war to start inside the Lakelands’ home. There were babies here. “One of the
Ultionem
lives under this roof.”

“Ah yes,” one of the elders said. “The traitorous leader of the Shadow elves.”

That was exactly why Abe didn’t want to stay with his tribe. They were narrow-minded and prejudiced. If anyone made it outside the elf race, they were considered scum, unworthy. He had been sick of living that way. Abe saw nothing wrong with having a mate that wasn’t a fey.

But they did. Their disdain kept them in the past and from what Ahm had told Abe, the Shadow elves were slowly dying out because of inbreeding. The same thing was happening to the Wood elves.

What disgusted him most was that Turi’s father was willing to give his son to his very uncle. That was very peculiar considering a lot of the elves considered two men mating an abomination.

So what were these men up to? The elders were stuck on ancient laws, so why where they trying to mate two males together? There was only one answer. The uncle was a deviant—Turi still being young and his uncle being old as dirt—and Turi’s father wanted power. Okay, that was two answers, but they were wrong in what they were doing. “Is Turi even his mate?” Abe asked.

“Mind your tongue,” one of the elders snapped at him. His dark blue eyes glowed with anger as he glared at Abe. Once upon a time, that look would have made Abe’s knees shake. Now it just pissed him off.

“Talk to my mate like that again and I’ll cut yours out,” Valentino threatened.

“I would suggest the three of you leave before my sons come in,” Malcolm said. “Trust me, you wouldn’t like that.”

“No,” Riley said as he stepped from the kitchen, “they really wouldn’t like that.”

“This is tribal business,” Turi’s father argued. “You have no right to interfere.”

“You want everyone to stand by and watch you give your son to his uncle for a mating?”

“Dude,” Riley said as he placed his hand on his stomach. “That’s just gross.”

Abe totally agreed. He couldn’t and wouldn’t let them take Turi. The man had come to him for help and there was no way in hell he was letting these men walk out with Turi. He hadn’t wanted to get involved at first, but seeing the elders only reminded him why he never wanted to return to his tribe again.

They were so full of themselves.

He was pretty sure that if he popped them with a pin, nothing but hot air would come out. Abe just hoped that Turi didn’t come into the house.

“Who are you to judge our traditions?” one of the elders spat at Riley. “This is no concern of yours.”

“It is when you’re trying to mate someone too young for you,” Valentino said. “You’re also trying to make him against his will.”

“He is old enough by our laws,” the elder argued. “And the decision is not up to Turi. He is still too young to understand what is best for him.”

“So you admit it,” Malcolm said.

“Too young to understand but old enough to mate,” the elder clarified.

“Take this up with the
Ultionem
,” Riley said. “Until then, get out.”

The front door flew open and Gavin raced inside. He skidded to a halt, glancing around at everyone. “Someone shimmered in and took Turi.”

No sooner had the words left Gavin’s mouth, the three men shimmered away. Abe knew in that moment that the men were only a diversion while another Wood elf took Turi.

“Those sneaky bastards,” Malcolm snapped. “They kept us occupied for a reason.”

Valentino moved forward, anger written all over his face. “Are they going to get away with this?”

“Hell no,” Malcolm said. “I’m going to talk to Ahm. I’m pretty sure the
Ultionem
will interfere.” He glanced back at the men in the room. “If not, then we go get him ourselves.”

* * * *

While everyone waited on the
Ultionem’s
decision, Valentino took Abe to their bedroom. He needed a moment’s reprieve from all the madness and he wanted some alone time with his mate. There were two battles raging at the moment. The Lakelands refused to leave Turi to his fate and they still had to figure out why Kenyon was fixated on Abe.

Well, he knew why. But Valentino wanted to know how the Vampire Hunter had learned about Abe in the first place. Hadn’t that stranger said something about a wallet?

“I never thought I would see this room again,” Abe said as he dropped down on the bed. He pushed his hand into the mattress and then glanced up at Valentino. “Your bed’s softer.”

Scooting in beside the slim man, Valentino rested his chin on his hands. “You think so?”

He was beginning to wonder if his mate wanted to stay here. The Lakeland ranch was familiar to Abe. And now that his mate realized that the Lakelands really cared about him, maybe the guy would have second thoughts about moving out. He seemed so at ease with everyone here.

“I’m not staying,” Abe said as he turned over, gazing at Valentino. “My home is with you.”

Valentino reached out and ran his knuckle over Abe’s face, wondering how someone so sweet could be his. The man had awakened something inside Valentino, a sexuality that demanded to be sated, a promise of unhindered passion that he now craved like a drug. He was no longer blasé about sex. He wanted to explore, to touch, and to feel his mate surrender to him.

Valentino reached behind Abe and grabbed him by the neck, pulling the man closer, wanting to feel his mate in his arms once more.

Valentino glanced down at his mate, staring into the deep pools of cornflower-blue as he snaked his hand into Abe’s jeans and gripped the heated erection in his hand. It was hard, but felt like liquid silk with the pre-cum leaking over Valentino’s fingers in rivulets.

Abe watched with parted lips, his breathing hitching and racing as Valentino lifted his hand to his mouth, sucked his fingers in, and let the taste roll over his tongue. He groaned, licking each finger clean before he pulled at the waistband of Abe’s pants, chasing the material down his mate’s body until he could toss the fabric aside.

Valentino was still mesmerized by his mate’s slight frame and beauty the man possessed. His mate was a work of art, compact, sexy. He lowered Abe to his back, dying to taste what he had teased himself with.

Abe lay there stunningly naked now, exposed to Valentino’s appreciative eyes. He drank the man in as he pushed Abe’s thighs apart. Abe didn’t hesitate. He parted his legs, showing off the sexiest thing Valentino had ever seen. A male’s body was such a sculpted piece of art to Valentino, so perfect, so exotic. He found himself wanting to rub his scent over Abe, to let the world know this human belonged to him.

As he gazed down at his mate, Valentino disrobed and stood buck naked, loving how his mate was looking at Valentino like he was the cat’s meow. Or would that be cougar?

Joining his mate on the large bed, Valentino leaned forward until his stomach was touching Abe’s erection. He rubbed his body over Abe’s length, feeling the pre-cum trailing over his skin.

“What are you doing?” Abe laughed, his voice wrapped around Valentino, touching him in the wickedest of places. Never before had he marked anyone with his scent. The feeling was a rush, knowing other shifters would smell Valentino on his mate.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

Valentino grinned as he pushed his cock over Abe, groaning when he saw the wet trail he was leaving behind. He gazed down at his mate before dipping his head and licking his own essence from Abe’s body.

His mate’s stomach quivered as he watched.

Valentino made a show of what he was doing, his tongue fully extended, lapping and licking. He wanted to show Abe that nothing was taboo between them.

Once he had his mate clean, Valentino brushed his body down the length of Abe until his head was even with Abe’s weeping cock.

“Enjoying my little cowboy.”

“I’m not a cowboy,” Abe reminded Valentino as his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of his body. “But I love when you call me that.”

Valentino chuckled before he licked a path up Abe’s cock, his tongue circling around the head as he watched his mate watch him. His broad shoulders pushed Abe’s legs further apart, shouldering Abe’s thighs as he licked back down the heated flesh until he reached his mate’s thick and heavy sac. Abe’s hand came down, pressing and massaging his balls, feeding them to Valentino. He lapped at them, like a kitten lapping at cream. His tongue glided over Abe’s smooth and lithe fingers as Abe squeezed his nuts harder.

A rush of blaze ate at Abe’s blue eyes as he fed a finger to Valentino, pushing it past his lips as Valentino sucked it in. His tongue swirled around the digit, sucking it hard into his mouth, his lips promising Abe what he could do with them.

Abe’s fingers caressed Valentino’s jaw, gently, almost begging Valentino to do with his cock what he was doing with the fingers. Valentino leaned forward, taking Abe’s cock into his mouth, the finger wedged between Abe’s cock and Valentino’s lips. Abe groaned out his pleasure as Valentino drank the man’s dick down his throat.

“Yes,” Abe hissed as he pulled his finger free, placing his hand back onto the bed. Valentino cupped the back of Abe’s knees, pushing the man’s legs back as he worked his mouth over Abe’s cock. His body became tight with need, his erection throbbing, and Valentino wanted to bury his cock deep inside Abe’s body. But he wanted to play first. He wanted to drink his mate down and lick him from front to back.

Abe pushed his legs back, wrapping them around Valentino’s shoulders, pulling him closer as his fingers curled into tight fists. Valentino’s chin brushed over Abe’s sac and felt that it was drawn close to Abe’s body. Reaching around his mate, Valentino played at Abe’s hole, pressing his fingers against the throbbing muscle, but not entering.

“God yes, please,” Abe begged as his legs tightened around Valentino’s shoulders in a death grip. “Please, Valentino.” Abe was staring at Valentino heatedly, his eyes glittering, savage, hot.

Valentino reached his hand up, wetting it with his saliva before placing it back at Abe’s entrance, pushing three fingers deep into Abe’s tight body. Abe shouted, and his hips bucked, pushing his cock to the back of Valentino’s mouth as hot seed spilt down Valentino’s throat. He drank it like a dying man, pulling every last drop from Abe’s cock.