Man in the Middle [Wolf Creek Pack 9] (9 page)

He pushed Taylor’s chest, knocking the man onto his back as Taylor cried out a protest.

“Lie still,” Chase growled.

Taylor curled his fingers into the mattress, but didn’t move a muscle. Chase jumped up as fast as he could and grabbed the packet of travel lube from his jeans. He hadn’t planned on claiming Taylor, but he was so damn glad he’d come prepared.

Chase ripped the small packet open with his teeth and then smeared the clear gel all over his cock, adding the rest to Taylor’s tight entrance. He was going to need to buy a case of lube if Taylor’s ass was as tight as he thought it to be.

Maybe he should invest in a twin set of butt plugs.

Chase groaned at the thought. Fuck, he wanted Justin here so badly that he almost whimpered. Just the thought of having both men in bed with him was enough to shoot Chase close to the edge.

Chase grabbed Taylor’s legs, tossing them over his arms as he scooted closer, the blunt head of his cock pressing at his mate’s hole. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. Chase knew he shouldn’t claim his mate. It was too dangerous, too risky, but fuck if he could stop now. Chase was so worked up that small spurts of pre-cum shot from the head of his cock.

Fuck, that had never happened before.

Chase gripped Taylor’s thighs as he locked eyes with his mate, Taylor lying there looking gloriously debauched. Chase inched his way forward, feeling the head of his cock pop past the ring and then he was in.

“Oh, fuck.” Chase groaned.

Taylor’s ass was so fucking tight that it was like an iron fist around Chase’s cock. Sweat began to trickle down his face as he fought the urge to ram home. Taylor locked his legs around Chase and pulled him loser, humping his hips.

“Fuck me!” he demanded.

Chase pulled out until just the head of his dick remained encased in Taylor’s ass. He glanced down and almost lost his grip on Taylor’s legs when he saw the way the man’s puckered hole pulse around his cock.

“Gods, just look at you, at us.”

“Chase!” Taylor wailed, and Chase suddenly realized that while he was looking at the most beautiful sight on earth, Taylor was slowly going out of his mind. Chase flexed his hips and slammed back into Taylor.

“Is that what you want, baby?” Chase panted as he slammed home again, and Taylor’s loud cry filled the room. “Do you want to feel my big cock splitting your sweet ass?”

“Yes!” Taylor shouted so loud that Chase wondered if the neighbors could hear him. “Harder. Please, fuck me harder. Fuck my ass!”

Chase’s eyebrows shot up even as he slammed into Taylor again. His mate had a dirty mouth. A fan-fucking-tastic dirty mouth. Chase loved it. He wanted more. He wanted Taylor’s dirty little words to wash over him as he fucked the man into the next month.

“Tell me, mate,” Chase ground out. “Tell me how much you love my cock.”

“Be–best cock ever.”

Chase grinned and leaned over to suck one of Taylor’s pert little nipples into his mouth. Taylor went wild, crying and moaning as he tried to push his nipple into Chase’s mouth at the same time he pushed back and impaled himself on Chase’s cock.

Chase leaned up and grabbed a pillow, shoving it under Taylor’s ass and elevating his hips. It changed the angle of his thrusts, and the next time he slammed into Taylor, the man’s cries rose and rose until they became silent.

Chase knew Taylor was close. He could feel the man’s cock leaking rivers of pre-cum. His inner muscles were pulsing and throbbing so hard and so fast that it was an exquisite pleasure in itself.

Chase dropped Taylor’s arms off his legs and leaned over his mate. He captured Taylor’s hands and wove their fingers together, pressing them down to the mattress on either side of Taylors head.

“Taylor,” Chase whispered as he slowed his thrusts. He captured the man’s pale-blue eyes with his own. They were dazed and filled with wonderment. Not claiming Taylor wasn’t possible any longer, not after feeling how things could be between them.

Chase leaned down and slanted his mouth over Taylor’s as his passion began to rise. He was hungry, and his need was mirrored in Taylor’s own lips as their tongues brushed against each other.

Taylor’s deep moan and the feeling of the man’s hot spunk spraying against his abdomen was Chase’s undoing. He reared back and stared down at Taylor’s blissful face for just a moment and then struck, sinking his sharp canines into the man’s tender flesh.

Hot, sweet blood filled his mouth, overwhelming Chase to the point that stars began to dance in front of his eyes. Nothing had ever tasted so sweet. No one had ever brought him as much pleasure as his little mate.

Chase drank until he felt he had taken enough to cement their bond and then licked the wound closed and leaned back. He brought his arm up and bit into it until his own blood flowed freely and then pressed it against Taylor’s mouth.

Taylor’s eyes widened as if he had just realized what Chase was doing, but it was too late. The man’s soft inhale ensured that Chase’s blood got into Taylor’s system. The moment Chase felt a tickling at the back of his head, white light flashed, and he exploded into ecstasy.

Chase tossed back his head and roared out his release. His pulse pounded as he felt the knot at the end of his cock thicken and take hold inside Taylor’s tight ass. Movement became nearly impossible. Chase just gently rocked his hips back and forth as he stared down at the man that now owned him.

His mate
.

Justin groaned and covered his eyes as they fluttered open. “Lights,” he whispered, hoping someone would lower the lights. They were so bright he was blinded. His eyeballs ached.

The light seeping in past the arm he held over his eyes suddenly turned dark. Justin slowly lifted his arm and opened his eyes, and then lowered his arm to his chest.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

Justin turned to see a man with sunlight-blond hair sitting next to him. His brown eyes were filled with worry, which Justin found strange considering he didn’t know the man.

“Hello,” Justin said.

The man smiled, and Justin suddenly had the idea that someone somewhere would find the man extremely attractive when he smiled. He just wasn’t Justin’s type.

“I’m Danny.”

“Justin.”

“You have quite the bump on the back of your head.”

“I do?” Justin raised his head a fraction of an inch and felt around the back of his head, wincing when his hand brushed over a small raised bump on his scalp. Wha— “Rufus.”

“Rufus?” Danny asked.

“Some idiot at the diner that thought I was trying to take Flo from him.”

“Flo? Who’s Flo?”

Justin chuckled lightly because anything more than that made his head throb. “The waitress at the diner. I was just being nice to her, but Rufus got jealous. He attacked me when I left the diner, warned me away from her. Funny thing is, though, I think Flo is involved with Sal.”

“Sal?” Danny sounded so confused.

“I think he’s the cook.”

“You think?” Danny’s eyebrows drew together. “I thought you knew these people.”

“Nope.” Justin had the urge to chuckle again but held it in when Danny began to look at him strangely. “I just went into the diner to get something to eat. I never met any of them before in my life.”

“Wow.” Danny pushed his hair back with his hand, blowing out a soft breath. “I think you might even be more screwed up than I am, and I really didn’t think that was possible.”

The laughter Justin had been holding in burst out of his mouth. He didn’t have a clue who Danny was, but he was pretty sure he was going to like the guy. Danny was hilarious and obviously said whatever came out of his mouth.

“Well, well,” said a strong, deep voice from the doorway. “I see you’ve awoken. How are you feeling?”

“Uh…” Justin swallowed hard when he got a good look at tall, dark-haired, domineering man. Wow, did they feed people entire sides of beef around here? “I’m good, thank you.”

“This is Dominic, my mate,” Danny said as he beamed up at the man as he came to stand next to Danny.

“
Prince Dominic Xavier Lucian Ruelle”—the man bowed—”at your service.”

Justin’s eyebrows peaked when he saw two white fangs peeking out over Dominic’s lower lip. Oh hell. It looked like his luck had just gotten worse. Maybe he should have stuck with Rufus. At least the backwoods man hadn’t had fangs. All he had had was a big beefy fist and a bad attitude. “You’re a vampire.”

Dominic frowned and glanced down at Danny for a moment, and then back up at Justin. “Yes, I am.”

Oh boy.

“Do you know Prince Zacarius Ivinovav?”
Please?

“I do.”

“Are you friends?”

A small smile began to perk at Dominic’s lips. “We are.”

Justin blew out a deep, relieved breath. “Oh, thank the gods.”

“Why is this so important to you?”

“Because you’re a vampire.”
Duh
. “If you aren’t friends with Prince Zacarius, then I am in a lot more trouble than I thought.”

Dominic’s dark eyebrows drew together as his forehead wrinkled into a frown. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“Prince Zacarius is sort of my future brother-in-law.” Was that the way to explain his relationship to the prince? Prince Zacarius was mate to Devlin, Chase’s brother. Even if Chase didn’t claim Justin, he could still claim the prince as family. Maybe that would keep this guy away from him. “I figured if you knew him, and you were friends, you wouldn’t drain me dry.”

Dominic stiffened and stood straight as a rod. Justin suddenly had the impression that he had offended the prince, and that was very bad. “We only feed on blood donors. It is against our laws to take from those that do not wish it.”

“Yeah, just for the record, I don’t wish it.” Justin wasn’t sure if he was offending the prince further, but he had to make the fact known that he wasn’t on the menu.

Dominic’s frown deepened as if the vampire prince was even more confused than before. “Why on earth would we use you for a blood donor?”

Was that an insult? “Because I have blood?”

“But you are a vampire. We do not generally drink from other vampires unless we are mated to them, as I am to Danny.”

Justin’s eyes widened, and then he began to laugh. “A vampire? Me?” Justin laughed harder, wrapping his arms around his stomach when his muscles started to ache. He really was in a town full of nuts. “I’m human, although that has been debated before, but I know I’m not a vampire.”

“But you are,” Danny said as he leaned forward and set his hand on Justin’s leg. “Sully smelled it when he rescued you, and Dominic and I can both smell it.”

Justin stopped laughing almost instantly. “You can smell
it
?”

Danny nodded emphatically. “Vampires have a great sense of smell.”

“Smell what?” Did he stink or something? He’d been on the road for less than a day. He couldn’t have grown smelly that fast.

“Your vampire DNA.”

Justin’s jaw dropped. “My what?”

Danny started to open his mouth, presumably to say something, but Dominic stopped him with a simple shake of his head. Now Justin was curious.

“I’m not a vampire,” he said. “I’d like to be a vampire. I think that would be pretty cool, although I’m not sure I’m into the whole bloodsucking thing, but I suppose I could drink it out of a bag or something.” Justin wasn’t sure what he was saying. All he knew was that he had to play nice with the man who had sharp teeth. Razor sharp.

When the prince moved around the end of the bed and walked over to sit on the edge of the mattress, Justin scooted back toward the headboard. He hoped it looked like he was trying to give the prince some room to sit down and not scared out of his mind to be sitting next to a vampire. He really didn’t want to piss the man off.

That would be bad.

“Justin, why do you believe you are human?”

Duh!
“No fangs.” Justin lifted his upper lip and showed off his teeth. “Aren’t you supposed to have fangs if you’re a vampire?”

Dominic looked thoughtful, but thankfully, he didn’t look angry, and that was what Justin was most worried about. If the vampire got pissed, Justin knew he’d be in a world of hurt. The guy was huge.

“Justin, would you mind if I took a sample of your blood.” Dominic quickly held up his hands when Justin paled. “It’s just a sample, Justin. I won’t take more than a drop or two. I promise.”

Justin grimaced but held his hand out. Dominic was a lot bigger than him. The man could take a lot more than a drop if he really wanted to. If he just wanted a drop, and it would keep Justin’s neck bite free, Dominic could take it.

Just as long as the big dude didn’t drain him.

That would be bad.

Justin squeaked and then jerked his arm when the prince pricked the tip of Justin’s finger with a sharp fang. Justin was about to yell for the man to let him go, but just that fast the prince was done and licking a path across his skin.

“Thank you,” the prince said and then glanced over at Danny, which made Justin look at Danny.

“May I?” Danny asked, holding his palm out. “I swear not to drain you. I just want a small taste as well.”