A Mating Dance (7 page)

Her phone beeped, and she peered at it to see a text message from Blaine.

Looks like a dead end. We’ll search some more and head home tomorrow.  B

Cameron picked up the wine glass Dani had filled and took a drink. “Looks like it’s just us girls tonight.”

Chapter 6

After dinner, Graham went into the bedroom that he’d used when he stayed there to look one more time in case he missed something. Isaac was notorious for leaving little messages for him all over the house when he wanted to surprise him.

His sight grew blurry.
Damn you, Isaac.

Blinking to clear his vision, he looked around the room and saw something on the floor. He walked toward it and smiled when he was close enough to get a good look. A tiny pink doll shoe lay against the baseboard. He bent down to pick it up, remembering all the times Isaac got onto Sammie for leaving those little shoes around the house.

As he straightened, he banged his head on the corner of the shelf hard enough he swore he saw stars. “Fuck,” he bit out and placed a hand on his head.

A few moments later, Blaine was there, guiding him to the bed. Not having much of a choice with the alpha male pushing him into a sitting position and standing between his parted thighs, Graham sat still. Graham sucked in a breath as something cold pressed against the throbbing lump growing on his head.

“What were you doing?” Blaine gritted out. The slight scowl made Graham smirk.

“You talk to Cameron like that?”

Blaine let out a soft chuckle. “I sure do.”

Graham lifted his head to peer up into his gray eyes. Blaine’s expression gave nothing away. His eyes, however, held a hint of amusement. “I can’t imagine her taking any shit from you.”

Blaine smiled at that. “That’s why she’s my mate.”

Graham looked away, suddenly wondering what the hell he was doing. Cameron and Blaine had a life with each other. Who the hell was he to come in and disrupt that? He pushed at Blaine’s legs to get the other male to move so he could stand. Blaine didn’t move. In fact, he seemed to have planted himself a little more in place, trapping Graham where he sat on the bed.

When he looked back up at Blaine, he saw desire light up in his eyes. Graham’s body heated, and his cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He wanted to explore that hard body standing in front of him. He dropped his gaze, allowing it to roam down Blaine’s chest to the abs he knew were tight and hard like those of all male shifters. It was hard coded into their DNA, and it came with the genetics that made them long-lived and gave them the ability to heal most wounds.

Deciding to take the risk and make a move before he lost his nerve, Graham ran his hands up the sides of Blaine’s thighs. The leopard purred at the touch, giving Graham all the incentive he needed to continue.

He moved his gaze back up Blaine’s body to meet his intense stare and held it as he unfastened his jeans and slid the zipper down. He pushed the denim down until his hard, thick cock sprang free. Graham gripped it and slowly stroked up and down, drawing a moan from Blaine.

“Graham,” Blaine warned with a growl.

Graham’s heart skipped at the sound of his name growled out in a sensual, yet demanding, tone. His own cock filled, becoming impossibly hard in his now too-tight jeans, but he ignored it. All he wanted was the male in front.

He leaned forward and took Blaine into his mouth. Blaine immediately fisted his hands in Graham’s hair and pulled, sending tiny stabs of pleasure through him. The taste of male, salty and sweet, almost made Graham come. He sucked and circled Blaine’s cock with his tongue while holding on to his ass as he pumped in and out of his mouth.

Blaine panted, and Graham knew he was on the edge of a release. When Blaine tugged hard on his hair, trying to get him to stop, Graham only held on tighter as he sucked and licked. Blaine let out a curse as he came, his hot seed sliding down Graham’s throat.

Graham released him and wasn’t prepared when Blaine pushed him back on the bed hard enough that he bounced. A moment later, the male had Graham’s jeans off, and Blaine leaned over him, blocking him with his large arms on either side of his head. Blaine kissed him, hard, while rocking against him so their dicks rubbed together. Graham groaned and moved with him.

Pleasure like he’d never known flooded his senses and warmed his whole body. Graham lifted slightly and bit down on Blaine’s earlobe. Blaine growled, ran his hands down Graham’s side to hook his arms around Graham’s knees, and froze.

With his eyebrows drawn together, Blaine asked, “Do you have lube?”

Graham smiled and nodded. “In my jeans.”

Blaine released him to dig the tube out of his jeans pocket. Graham had stuck it in his pocket that morning in hopes of seducing the leopard since he definitely wasn’t going to get anywhere with Cameron without Blaine. Graham never bothered with condoms since shifters couldn’t carry or transmit sexual diseases. Besides, Isaac had been his only lover in the last ten years, and Graham had never been with a female. Hell, he’d never even desired a female until he saw Cameron.

However, that kiss the day before made him want to her even more. His mother’s words echoed inside his mind from the day he told her he was gay.
“You don’t choice who, male or female, you fall in love with. Mating is fickle like that like, and the Fates like to think they have a sense of humor.”

Blaine touched his knee, drawing Graham from his thoughts. The male stood over him, completely naked. “Take off your shirt. I want to see all of you.”

A spark of need burned in his veins, and he complied without hesitation. Once the cotton hit the floor, Blaine inched closer until he had Graham pinned to the bed, his larger, muscular body covering Graham’s. Blaine studied his face for several moments. When Graham went to speak, Blaine said, “It’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a male.”

The confession surprised Graham. He hadn’t expected the Marshal to confide in him so soon, but he could understand why Blaine would share the information.

“How many know that you are bi-sexual?”

Blaine pulled back a little, and his dark brows dipped as if he were thinking about the question. Graham smiled, wondering how many people got to see this side of the hard-ass Marshal of the Pack. Blaine was far from soft, but the male was compassionate.

Blaine drew his brows together as if in thought. “I never thought about it. I mean there’s no hiding who you have sex with from the Pack. Our damn super-senses will tell us almost everything we all do and don’t want to know.” Blaine lowered his head and brushed his lips to Graham’s. “You’ve lived with humans and their prejudices for far too long.”

It came out a growl, and Graham felt his cock grow harder. This male was beautiful in a masculine, take-charge kind of way.

As if sensing where his thoughts were going, Blaine covered Graham’s mouth with his, slipping his tongue inside. Their tongues tangled in an erotic dance as their mouths moved against each other. Blaine rocked his hips, drawing a groan from Graham while their cocks pressed together.

Blaine broke the kiss and rose up to sit on his knees between Graham’s parted thighs. He still had the lubrication tube in his hand as his gaze traveled over Graham’s body. He shuddered in anticipation. It had been too long since Graham had allowed anyone close to him. However, the male with him now made the sorrow and hurt melt away, made him want to be desired and possessed.

Blaine cocked a brow, and one side of his sensual mouth lifted in a sexy grin. “Are you sure you want to start dancing with two dominate cats?” He leaned back down so his lips brushed Graham’s ear. “Because we bite and scratch.”

To emphasize his statement, Blaine bit down on Graham’s earlobe. Graham groaned, “Fuck yeah.”

Graham felt Blaine smile as he trailed his lips to the base of his neck and bit down, hard. The instant pain from Blaine’s sharp fangs quickly dissolved away to a pleasure that coated his skin in pinpricks. Graham dug his heals into the mattress and lifted his hips to move against Blaine in a silent request for more.

He felt Blaine’s fingers generously rub lube around and just inside Graham's hole. He could feel his lover’s fingers gently penetrate him as if he were just as nervous as Graham. Graham reached between them and gripped his own cock so he wouldn't come as his lover prepared him, fucking him with his fingers.

Blaine withdrew his fingers, locked his arms under Graham’s knees, and entered him slowly as if trying to gain his own control. Pain and pleasure merged, making Graham pump his cock with each of Blaine’s increasingly violent thrusts.

Graham cried out as an orgasm slammed into him. Blaine followed right behind him.

***

Blaine had stared at the old wooden desk since he’d woken and grabbed a cup of coffee. The desk was made of oak, stained in a deep cherry color. A square patch of wood was a shade lighter than the rest. There was something about it that bothered him. For two hours, the damn thing had mocked him.

He’d searched the desk yesterday and hadn’t found anything unusual. However, when he sat on the couch to drink his coffee and wait for Graham to wake, he’d noticed the ten-inch square piece of wood that didn’t quite belong. It could only be seen when sitting on the couch.

Had it been done on purpose?

When he poked and prodded at it, nothing moved. He tapped on the block and found that it was hollow where the rest of the wood around it was solid. Yet, there were no hinges or handles. Hell, he didn’t even see cracks that indicated it could be a drawer of some kind.

Blaine smelled Graham’s intoxicating sage scent as the male entered the living room and stopped behind the couch. He bent down to level his head with Blaine’s and asked, “What are you looking at?”

Blaine raised his cup toward the desk. “How valuable is that?”

He felt Graham shrug before he straightened. “Isaac bought it at a garage sale a few months before he left…went missing.”

“Good. I want to break it.”

Graham chuckled. “Do we have aggression issues?”

Blaine felt his lips twitch, and he turned to face Graham.
Damn.
The male didn’t only smell good; he looked it. His short blond hair was tousled from sleep, and he only wore a pair of black boxer briefs, leaving his tight abs and broad shoulders on display. Blaine’s leopard nudged at him from the inside, wanting out to play with the lion in front of them.

Again.

Fuck.
Blaine had had male lovers before, but none of them had ever stirred a need as fierce as Graham did.

Blaine met Graham’s blue gaze and growled, “Come here.”

Graham’s blue eyes darkened as he smiled. When he stepped closer and leaned over the sofa, Blaine cupped the back of his head and tugged him into a hard kiss. Blaine growled low. Graham tasted of mint from recently brushing his teeth. His sage and earthy scent filled Blaine’s senses, threatening to force him over the edge.

Breaking the kiss, Blaine rested his forehead against Graham’s. “No matter what happens, I can’t be without Cameron. She was my mate first.”

Graham stepped over the back of the couch and sat beside to him. “I know. If it doesn’t work, I’ll walk away.”

Something inside Blaine twisted, and his chest grew tight. “We’ll have to make sure she sees
all
the benefits of a triad.”

Graham nodded and stared at the desk. “So what did the desk do to you?”

Blaine laughed. “Do you see the square at the top of the left leg?”

“Yeah…” He leaned forward as if trying to study it closer. “What the hell?” Graham stood and moved toward the desk. He tapped the square then felt around the edges.

“Don’t know, but I want to break it to see if anything is in there.”

Graham nodded and turned the desk on its side spilling the contents on the floor. With a jerk, he ripped the leg from the desk and peered at the top. His eyebrows dipped as he took out a soft black booklet and an envelope.

Blaine stood and walked over to stand next to him. “What is it?”

“Isaac’s research notes.” Graham tucked the notebook under his arm and opened the envelope.

Blaine stepped back to give him some space, not wanting to pry into his business no matter how much his leopard pushed to know everything he could about the male. No, if Graham wanted him to know, then he’d tell Blaine in his own time. It was the same respect he and Cam had with each other.

“It’s his will,” Graham offered.

Blaine snapped his head up and studied Graham. “He knew…”

Graham nodded. “Apparently. He left everything to me: the house, the kids, and their trust fund.”

Well, hell.
Blaine didn’t know what to say. Isaac must have been in deep shit and known he would die to save the kids. What the hell had he been involved in?

The faint smell of gas reached Blaine’s nose. “You smell gas?”

Graham sniffed the air and drew his brows together. “Yes, but there shouldn’t be any turned on to the house.”

“How far away is the main gas line?”

Graham’s eyes grew round. “A few yards from the front door.”

The sound of breaking glass made Blaine turn in time to see a fire-tipped arrow hit the sofa cushions, sending it up in flames. Within seconds, two more fiery arrows flew in. One stuck in the wall between Graham and Blaine, and the other hit the floor at their feet. Flames flared around them, burning Blaine’s arms.

Out of reflex, he grabbed Graham by the arm and dematerialized the instant the sounds of a loud explosion filled the room.

***

Cameron tip-toed through the living room toward the kitchen to make coffee. She wasn’t afraid of waking anyone, no, she walked softly because of the massive headache she had, thanks to the abundance of wine she’d drunk with Dani last night.

Shay stepped out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee and giggled.

Cameron growled. “Quiet, she devil.”

That only made her BFF laugh harder. “Sorry, Cam, but you should see it from my point of view. I do think being the only one sober is the funniest thing I’ve ever done.”