Glenn, Stormy and Flynn, Joyee - Blood Lust [Delta Wolf 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (2 page)

“You said no at first,” Owen said. He could feel his face heating up as he blushed. “You weren’t sure you could control your impulses. I told you it was okay. I wasn’t going to let you die because you were afraid I wouldn’t let you have sex with me. So we did. You bit my neck and drank. That’s all I remember until I woke up in the backseat of that car.”

“You had sex with my son while he was half dead,” the mother yelled. “You little pervert, how could you do that to my son? He’s no fag. He didn’t know what he was doing. Did you enjoy it? Was it an easy way for you to get laid, taking advantage of a helpless man?”

“I’ve had about enough of you,” Owen shouted, pointing at her. “Everything out of your mouth is an insult to me. You think this was fun for me? You really think that was how I always wanted to lose my virginity? To have a man I don’t know, bleeding all over me, being rough, hurting me? Granted he didn’t mean to, but it hurt. I was in pain. I’m sore and to top it off he doesn’t even fucking remember it.”

Owen took a step back when
Constantine
’s face paled and his jaw dropped. He knew the man must have been shocked at Owen’s words, but did he have to look totally thunderstruck? It was like
Constantine
would never have considered having sex with Owen if he hadn’t been in such a dire situation. It made Owen’s heart ache and his stomach roll.

“I came to find
Constantine
because I had a vision of his dying and I couldn’t ignore it. I had to do something. So, yes, I let him take me and drink my blood only to wake up to find a firing squad aimed at me. A simple thank-you would have been fucking nice.”

Owen turned on his heel and stormed off. Owen headed home without looking back. This had been the most humiliating experience of his life!
Constantine
was obviously straight and didn’t want Owen. He hadn’t felt the same connection last night that Owen had. The tears Owen felt building while he was screaming finally started to fall. He kept walking, not wanting any of them to see him crying.

Owen felt devastated. He had given up his virginity to a man who had taken it roughly on the side of a deserted road. The man didn’t even remember having sex with Owen. And
Constantine
’s family attacking him, blaming him for everything? It was Owen’s worst nightmare come to life!

“Owen, can you hear me? Please come back? I’m sorry. My mother is being an ass. If you can hear me, you’re my mate. Please, come back and let’s talk.”

Constantine
’s voice vibrated in Owen’s skull.
It was all he could do to not stumble in shock that he could hear the man in his head.

Owen just kept walking, pretending he didn’t hear
Constantine
. He wanted no more to do with any of this. His heart was already shattered. He just wanted to find a dark hole to lie in and die.

* * * *

Constantine
was filled with grief as he watched the beautiful man walk away from him. How could he not remember being with Owen? Yes,
Constantine
had always been attracted to men, but he’d never given into that need, always dating women instead. But something about Owen drew
Constantine
in. He was saddened when Owen didn’t hear his thoughts and come back.

He really had hoped Owen was one of his mates. He knew he felt a pull to Owen, a strong one. He truly thought Owen was his mate until the man continued to walk away from him. Owen didn’t hear him.
Constantine
’s mate would have.

Constantine
couldn’t remember anything about the night before except an angel saving him. Oh, the taste of that angel was heaven, completely addictive. He hoped that angel was Owen, but now after what had happened this morning, he assumed it was his brain’s way of making sense of last night. It was a shame. He would have loved to spend the rest of his life with that angel.

“All right, let’s get you to your car so you can come home,” his mother, Connie, said, wrapping an arm around him.

Constantine
was trying to hide how pissed he was at his mother. He couldn’t stand how she acted about people being gay.
Constantine
knew early on that he was gay but had never acted on it because of his mother’s feelings.

He’d always hoped that fate would be kind and mate him to men so
Constantine
could say it was fate and not have to explain that he preferred men. But being his pack’s Delta, and son of the Alpha, his job was to find two women mates and produce a houseful of cubs.

Sure,
Constantine
thought of children, he liked the idea of having children. He just couldn’t get his mind around having them with a woman. He’d date from time to time, the occasional hook up, but he’d have to take the woman from behind. It was the only way he could pretend it was a man and get hard.

Constantine
stared out the window of the car, not saying a word other than to direct his mother to where he’d left his car. He had talked to his parents about the Delta pack before going to investigate Alpha Rodrick. His parents were very forceful in their negative response. They didn’t want him away from his family. To top it off, they had heard that the Deltas who were already in the pack were gay. They were having none of that.

When
Constantine
saw the small six-man pack for himself, he was filled with joy over how they treated each other. They loved their mates and were diverse. They had no qualms with others, were rebuilding the town, and were living their lives. They all seemed really happy.

Constantine
had wanted to stay right then and there, but he knew he had to finish finding out about Rodrick. That man had given him the creeps from the moment
Constantine
met him. Somehow,
Constantine
was able to mask his Delta scent. He’d always been able to. Not really knowing how
,
Constantine
found it helped
him with special assignments, like infiltrating Rodrick’s group of mercenaries. Rodrick was already sentenced to death, and his execution would be carried out soon, if not already.
Constantine
was glad of that at least.

He still needed to get in contact with Sebastian to tell him what he’d found out about Owen.
Constantine
didn’t think it wise to report his findings to the council. There was no telling what they would do if they knew of a real physic human, one who knew what they were at that.

The drive back to
Indiana
wasn’t so bad, even if it did take a few hours, but it did give him time to think about Owen.
Constantine
knew he’d regret how he’d hurt the beautiful, little man for the rest of his life.

Even worse, he’d never even thanked him. Owen saved his life and sacrificed a lot, only to get shit on by Constantine and his family. Constantine could blame it on shock all he wanted, but by the time he’d shaken off what had happened, he figured that maybe it would be best just to leave poor Owen alone.

What could he really say to make it better?
Sorry I don’t remember us fucking? Ignore my mother. She’s a jerk. And, yes, I’m really gay?
Owen hadn’t heard
Constantine
trying to talk to him through his minds. They couldn’t be mates, and he still couldn’t have been with Owen then, so leaving Owen alone was the best for both of them. Really.

Constantine
wiped away the tears that fell down his cheeks. He could do nothing about it now. It was over. He needed to forget the whole situation and move on. Right now, he had to face the issue at hand. Having to face his parents to tell them he had decided to move to the Delta pack was going to be hell.

Instead of heading straight home,
Constantine
pulled up in his parents’ driveway to get it over with. He could see lights on inside the house and knew his parents were waiting for him to arrive home and call, so he was surprised when his father walked out of the house.

“Son, how are you feeling?” his father asked when he walked over to meet him. “Your mother told me there was some issues that occurred, things we would never discuss, but I worry you might need to talk?”

“I do, Dad,” he said, frowning at what his mother had told his father, just typical of her. “But not about what happened. I wanted to talk to you about the Delta pack.”

“Absolutely not,” his father said sternly. He waved his hand in the air as if dismissing the whole thing. That seemed to happen a lot in
Constantine
’s family. “We’ve already discussed it and decided against it.”

“No, you and Mom decided against it,”
Constantine
said, all hopes of this being civil gone. “I visited there on my last assignment, and I’ve come to a decision. I have decided that I will—”

“I forbid it,” his father growled, cutting
Constantine
off.

Constantine
rolled his eyes when he saw his mother coming out of the house to join them. Just fucking perfect! Maybe they should call the local news station so everyone could see this family dispute.

“I am your father and Alpha. I forbid it.”

“It doesn’t matter,”
Constantine
said quietly, not willing to yell and scream about this. “I’m thirty-three years old, Father. I’m an adult, and more than that, the mandate from the council said it’s each Delta’s choice where we live. I don’t have to be released from my current packs if I decide to move. It’s completely up to me. I came to discuss this with you like an adult, but that’s not going to happen. So instead, I’m informing you of my decision.”

Constantine
almost laughed at the shocked expressions on his parents’ faces when he walked back to his car and climbed in. He’d never talked to them like this before. He was their son, the middle of three, the obedient one, the one everyone ignored unless they needed help from him. And he always did whatever they needed because they were family.

But enough was enough.
Constantine
needed to start living his life the way he wanted, or he’d always be miserable. Well, more miserable than he already was, and that was pretty damn miserable. It was time he tried to live his own life and made his own decisions.

Stopping at the store on the way home, he bought packing supplies and smiled.
Constantine
couldn’t remember the last time he’d done something for himself, to make himself happy. It felt really good. Getting back into the car, he called the Delta pack’s Alpha, Zac Sheehan.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Zac,” he said, feeling suddenly nervous. “It’s Constantine
Stylianos
.
Do you have a minute? I have a couple of things to talk about with you.”

“Yeah sure, hang on,” Zac said.

There was a pause before
Constantine
heard the man whisper something to someone, and then he came back on the line.

“Okay, I’m here, what’s up?”

“Well, first, I wanted to let you know that I found the man Matt mentioned,” he said, hoping he sounded calm even as he talked of Owen. “Turns out the guy is a psychic, and Rodrick gave him some bullshit story about being friends with Sebastian. He tricked the guy into helping him locate Sebastian’s mates, saying he needed to return something to him.”

“Well, that settles that question,” Zac said. “Is this guy going to be a problem?”

“No, he’s cool, just seems to want nothing to do with werewolves. After what happened, can you blame him? Owen was really broken up when I told him what Rodrick did with the information. He truly believed he was just helping two friends find each other.”