Full Moon Feral (10 page)

Brendan squeezed his hand, reassuring.

Elder Lewis took a deep breath. “Brendan, we also wanted to let you know that not only did you save your mate’s life but others as well.” Elder Lewis handed a folder over.

Ripley watched Brendan open the folder, and inside was the file of three Alpha males.

“These are the ferals in our compound. After you gave Ripley your blood, we took blood of an Omega and injected it into the ferals. They are now the same as Ripley.”

“Excuse me?” Brendan gasped.

“Through you, we discovered that Omega blood is the answer to healing a feral. We’ve spread the word to other compounds. Your intuition saved dozens of ferals.” Elder Lewis smiled at Brendan who had his mouth covered with his hand in shock.

Ripley leaned over and hugged his mate.

Brendan murmured into his shoulder, “I can’t believe it. I’ve never felt like I was a very good Omega.”

Ripley rubbed Brendan’s back. “You are an amazing Omega. I believe in you.”

They broke apart, and Malach approached them. “We have one thing to ask of you two.”

Ripley feared but asked, “What do you need?”

“You said you knew one of the hellhounds.”

“I did.”

Malach glanced at Elder Lewis before going on. “He escaped. Where have you seen him before?”

“I told you everything I know about him. From Lansing, where I work. After hours, a lot of the business men go down to this local bar, and he was always there.” Ripley stood and began pacing. His blood was rising from remembering that attack.

“We have a situation and need your help. I don’t know how much Brendan has told you, but hellhounds live in the underworld. If what you are saying is true, which I have no doubt it is, hellhounds have become earthbound and, not only that, have infiltrated amongst humans,” Malach finished, and Ripley could only stare in shock.

Those fuckers that attacked us are living in Lansing?
A chill ran down Riley’s spine, knowing they could be anywhere.

Malach came up with his hands behind his back. “We’re going to need you to come with us to Lansing and tell us where you’ve seen him so we can start an investigation. We’re hoping this recon mission will only be about a week so that we can get you two back to the compound. Will you help us?”

Ripley glanced at Bren, silently asking. When Bren nodded, Ripley answered, “We’ll do it. When do we leave?”

“This afternoon. Now, go get packed,” Malach finished.

“Thank you, gentlemen. You’re excused,” Elder Lewis said before turning to the guards to plan the trip.

Ripley grabbed Bren and got up and walked out. They didn’t have much time, and this might only be a recon mission, but from what little he saw of the hellhounds, he knew it was dangerous.

They all but ran down the hall toward Brendan’s room. He walked straight into the bathroom, grabbed the lube and took off for an empty classroom. Dammit, they were going to have a door to make love.

Reaching the first empty room, Ripley all but shoved Bren in before closing the door behind them.

Turning, Bren was on him, kissing him with desperation. Clothes were shed at lightning speed, and Bren jumped into his arms as Ripley walked over to the head desk and laid Bren upon it.

Grabbing the lube, he uncapped and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. Gripping Brendan's cock, he slicked it with the lube, causing Brendan to hiss in pleasure. Using his other hand, he began circling Brendan’s entrance, stretching him, wishing they had more time. Sliding in a finger, he massaged it until he worked two fingers in, scissoring them.

“So good,” Brendan murmured.

Two fingers became three, and Ripley's cock was hard and aching, leaking copiously in anticipation to fill up Brendan.

“I’m ready.” Brendan gripped the side of the desk, spreading his legs to give Ripley better access.

Ripley pulled his fingers free and guided his cock to Brendan’s entrance. He pushed in slowly and moaned as his cock was encased in the tight entrance. Slumping forward, he licked a trail along Brendan’s shoulder.

After a moment, he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, only to hear Brendan huff out, “More.”

They worked in unison. The bloodlust was close to the surface, damn near boiling over, but Ripley kept it at the edge, nipping at Brendan’s neck and pumping his cock in and out. The pleasure was too much, and he already felt himself on the edge.

Grabbing Brendan’s cock again, he worked it until Brendan shouted and cum splashed his hand and Brendan’s stomach. Ripley waited until Brendan lay spent and pumped his cock jerkily a couple more times before he groaned out his release, filling Brendan up. Nothing ever felt so good.

Slumping forward, both of them tried to catch their breath.

“How come?” Brendan said softly into his shoulder.

Ripley sat up, staring down at Brendan, confused. “How come what?”

“How come you never told us that we were all crazy and tried to walk away from this place when you came around?” Brendan asked.

Ripley blew out a breath. “A couple reasons, really. I knew all that you were telling me was the truth. I felt and knew that there was a wolf in me. Did it freak me out? Hell yeah, but I knew you people could help me.” Ripley leaned down and kissed the abused lower lip that Brendan was biting.

“And?” Brendan asked. “You said a couple.”

“I didn’t know you, but I knew that walking away from you would be the worst decision of my life. There was just something that kept telling me that you were going to be the center of my world, and you are.”

Brendan pulled him down and kissed him softly. “I love you, mate.”

“I love you, too, Bren. Always remember you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Ripley kissed Brendan passionately before pulling him up and finding something to clean up with.

They spent a few more moments alone, murmuring comforting words to each other before they had to go on this dangerous mission. Then, they walked out together and made their way back to Brendan’s room to get packed.

Bren was collecting clothes when Colin, Sloan and Peyton walked in. “What are you two doing?”

Could they say? Ripley didn’t think it was a secret. “We’re helping the guards find the hellhounds that escaped.”

Peyton gasped. “Wait, what? Is Rayce going, too?”

Ripley nodded. “I think so.”

“Then, I’m going, too.” Peyton took off for his cell.

Shit.
He should never have opened his mouth.

“I better go talk to him.” Colin took off.

They finished packing and stepped out of their cell just as Malach, Lukas and Rayce came to get them.

“Ready?” Malach asked.

Ripley nodded, grabbing Brendan’s hand.

The group began to walk when Peyton called out to them. “Wait!” he shouted, running up to them, carrying a backpack. “I’m ready.”

Rayce's expression was fierce as he approached Peyton. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“I’m coming with you.” Peyton stood toe to toe with Rayce, staring up at him with a stubbornness that even Ripley admired.

“This is a mission. You’re staying here,” Rayce snarled.

“Brendan is Ripley’s mate, and he’s going. I’m yours, so I’m going as well.” Peyton got inches from Rayce’s face.

“I haven’t claimed you,” Rayce growled low at Peyton.

“Well, I’m certainly willing,” Peyton challenged.

“I’m not. Now go.” Rayce walked past, dismissing Peyton.

Ripley stared as Peyton seethed at Rayce’s back. “Where are you going?” Peyton's whole body trembled in anger.

“Man…” Ripley was not about to tell him.

“Lansing. Remember my pack is in Iron Mountain. Talk to Whitley, he’ll help,” Bren answered.

Bren!

“I’ll be there. Guarenfuckingteed.” Peyton turned and walked away with purpose.

“You two coming?” Malach called out.

Ripley stared at Bren. “You think that was wise to tell him.”

Bren shrugged. “I think Peyton loves Rayce and will do anything to be with him. I just helped him find him faster. Do you want him wondering the city alone? Maybe even after we’re already gone? I don’t. They’ll already be a day behind us at least. I know if I was in his shoes, I would do anything to be with you. I’m going to be calling my brother as soon as I have a location. That way, they won’t be unprotected.”

“Move it!” Malach yelled from down the hall, and Ripley led Brendan out to the helicopter. After climbing in, they took off, and Ripley held Brendan tight. Kissing Brendan on the head, he considered that no matter what their future might hold, he was going to protect the man he loved.

Short, sexy and sweet—where a little love goes a long way.

That’s the best way to describe Jackie Nacht’s stories. I was introduced to M/M Romance through my sister, Stephani, and read it for years. Then, I thought it was time to put my own stories on paper. I began writing short and sweet stories that ended with a happily ever after…and sometimes more than one, in the case of my YA
Fork in the Road
series, which has interactive endings.

Thinking back to my own book addiction, where there were many nights I stayed up way too late so I could read just one more chapter—
yeah, right
—I decided to write short romances for young adults as well as adults. Hopefully, they will give high school and college students or working men and women something they can read during their lunch hour, in between classes or just when they want to briefly get away from the daily stresses of everyday life.

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