Blood Prince [Wolf Creek Pack 4] (18 page)

His tongue traced the soft fullness of Zacarius’s lips before delving inside to explore. It was ferocious, passionate , and spurred on Devlin’s desire. He caressed the silky skin beneath his hands as he moved them down to Zacarius’s ass, lifting him up and pressing him against the shower wall.

Zacarius’s hands gripped his head while his legs wrapped around Devlin’s waist. Devlin balanced him with one arm and grabbed the waterproof lube off the shower shelf with the other. He quickly coated his fingers then dropped the lube.

Grabbing at Zacarius again, Devlin lifted him a little higher, his lips breaking contact with Zacarius’s mouth. Zacarius’s head fell against the shower wall as Devlin gently pressed one finger into the man’s ass.

“More, Devlin, more,” Zacarius cried out as he rode Devlin’s finger, his hips moving wildly against Devlin. Devlin watched his mate’s face as he added another one, carefully stretching the man for his possession.

Devlin felt like his body was half fire, half ice. His cock ached, throbbing its impatience. He hungered for the feel of his mate, for the taste of Zacarius on his lips. Not able to hold himself back until Zacarius was ready, Devlin sank his teeth into the skin over his mate’s heart.

He heard a loud cry above him as sweet, hot blood flooded his mouth. He tried to concentrate on adding a third finger to Zacarius’s ass, but the man squirmed so much he almost dropped him.

Devlin pulled his teeth free and licked the small sound closed before gazing up at Zacarius. “Zac, baby, please say you’re ready,” Devlin begged, sagging against the man when he nodded.

“Yes, yes, take me now, Dev.”

Devlin gratefully pulled his fingers free and replaced them with his cock. He grabbed Zacarius’s hips and pushed home in one hard thrust. The hands wrapped in his hair tightened and Zacarius cried out.

“Harder, my darling, fuck me harder,” Zacarius demanded. “Fuck me into the damn wall!”

Devlin was more than happy to oblige his prince. Without any warning to his mate, he began a powerful rhythm, thrusting so deeply into Zacarius that he felt his balls slap against the man’s ass cheeks.

Anchoring Zacarius to the wall with his hands, he pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside Zacarius’s tight grip before thrusting in again. The pleasure he felt was pure and explosive, driving him to the pinnacle with moments.

“Zac, please,” Devlin begged again, unable to put into words what he needed, but Zacarius seemed to know. Time slowed to a crawl as Zacarius smiled and gently caressed the side of Devlin’s face.

“Always, my love,” Zacarius whispered.

Devlin’s eyes drifted closed as Zacarius leaned down and sank his long canine teeth into his throat. The world spun and careened on its axis before exploding into a downpour of fiery sensation.

Devlin’s fingers clenched, his breath stuttering in his throat and he roared out his ecstasy as he filled Zacarius with his seed. Zacarius’s soft cry and the tightening of his muscles as he filled the space between them with his own release filled Devlin with even more satisfaction than his own orgasm.

He leaned against Zacarius, his head resting over his mate’s heart, as he waited for the world to stop spinning. Devlin could hear the rapid thud of Zacarius’s heart. He listened until it slowed to its normal pace then slowly pulled free.

He loathed releasing his mate, but the water started to go from hot to warm. He knew they had just moments before it would go cold. Grabbing the washrag and body wash, Devlin quickly scrubbed them both clean then rinsed them off.

He turned off the water and stepped from the shower onto the bathmat. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Zacarius. He grabbed a second towel and dried his mate off before drying himself.

Dropping the towels in the hamper, Devlin picked Zacarius up again and carried him back into the bedroom. He carefully laid his precious bundle down on the bed, following to stretch out beside Zacarius.

Zacarius curled into him, one arm thrown over his waist, a leg draped over his. His head tucked under Devlin’s chin. Devlin in turn wrapped his arms around his mate and held him as close as possible.

Silence reigned in the room for several moments. Devlin didn’t want to break it, afraid that it would shatter the peace they seemed to have found in the shower. He had no idea why Zacarius didn’t say anything until he heard the man’s soft snore.

Devlin chuckled, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over the both of them. He smiled as he settled back against the pillows. Life with his blood prince didn’t seem to be that bad.

Chapter 13

Zacarius glanced up when Devlin plopped down in the chair across the desk from him. He raised an eyebrow, noticing the large brown package cradled in his mate’s lap and the frown on his face.

“What’s in the package, my darling?”

Devlin shrugged. “I have no idea. Reece and Keeley sent it.”

“So, open it already.”

“It’s not addressed to me, my prince,” Devlin said as he set the package on the table. “It’s addressed to you.”

“Really?” Zacarius grabbed the package and started unwrapping it, wondering why Reece and Keeley would send something to him and not to Devlin. He liked them, but they were closer friends to his mate than to him.

“Have you heard anything from Stefan since he went back to his brother’s?”

Zacarius shook his head. “No, and I’m starting to get a little worried. It’s been three months since Stefan left, and there hasn’t been a single word. I would have thought he’d at least call or something.”

“Do you think something has happened to him?”

Zacarius stopped pulling the brown wrapping off of the package to glance over at his mate. “Honestly? I don’t know. I’m concerned that we haven’t heard from Stefan, but it’s not that unusual if there’s a death in the family.”

“Well, it’s not like Stefan and his brother are in mourning over Desmond’s death. The man was a monster.”

“True, but that doesn’t exclude all that is involved when someone of Desmond’s stature dies. There’s the whole inheritance thing to think of, and when you have a vampire involved, that can be quite the load in itself.”

“I guess.”

Zacarius chuckled at the pout on Devlin’s lips. He did love his mate, but Devlin could be very intense where the people he cared about were concerned. It was one of the many things he loved about him, but just one of many.

Devlin was everything he could have ever hoped for or dreamed of in a mate. He showed his love and caring in everything he did from getting breakfast for Zacarius before he woke to protecting him at every turn.

Zacarius couldn’t be happier. The last three months had been an eye-opening experience for Zacarius and his coven. More and more shifters came by to visit, immersing his coven in shifters left and right.

For the most part, his coven came to accept and even welcome them. A few held out but Zacarius felt that they would come around in time. And they had plenty of that.

Zacarius went back to unwrapping his package, casting curious eyes at Devlin. “I did send out a memo that all unmated coven members were required to attend the mate gathering with your pack next week. I’m sure that Stefan will be there.”

“You think?” Devlin asked, looking more interested.

“It was an order from their prince.” Zacarius grinned. “They have to attend.”

Devlin chuckled and leaned forward as Zacarius pulled off the last of the wrapping. Zacarius pushed the wrapping aside and lifted the lid, staring down at his gift in shock.

“Well?” Devlin asked. “What is it?”

“A bottle of scotch.” He glanced up at Devlin, confused. “Why would Reece and Keeley send me a bottle of scotch?”

Devlin stood up and grabbed the bottle. He pulled the top free and took a long deep swallow, coughing and pounding on his chest. He set the bottle back on the desk then bit into his wrist causing a small puncture wound.

Devlin grinned and held his bleeding wrist out to Zacarius. “Why do you think, my prince?”

THE END

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