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

Chapter 2

Constantine
didn’t do anything over the next several days except pack. Well, that and dream about his angel. He really wished he’d gotten a better look at Owen’s eyes. The soft green eyes of his angel were what stood out the most in his memories.

He remembered seeing those eyes, then his angel tilting his head and telling him to drink. A wonderful taste had filled his mouth while he drank from his little angel. Then he’d had the most intense orgasm of his life while loving how his angel felt.

Constantine
just couldn’t figure out what was real and what his brain had filled in? Was Owen really his little angel? Or was his little angel a figment of his bloodlust? It was driving him crazy!
Constantine
tried his hardest to push the thoughts from his mind, which only had the opposite effect and made him think of his dream man even more.

When his phone rang, he was glad for the interruption. “Hello?”

“Hey,
Constantine
. It’s John.”

“Hey, man, how’s it hanging?”
Constantine
asked, cheering up at the sound of his friend’s voice. John had been a member of their pack but had met his mate and moved to her pack a few years ago. “Things going good?”

“For me, great,” John replied. “For my mate’s cousin, not so good. I need your help. Christian, that’s my mate’s cousin, was kicked out of his pack for being gay, but they beat the shit out of him first and left him for dead. A human found him and helped him get to us. Now Christian’s pack has found out he’s still alive and are coming for him. I can’t risk my mate or our cubs, you know that.”

“Yeah, I got ya on that,”
Constantine
said. “I’ll leave within the hour. Are you still at the same place?” He remembered the homey little house in the country he’d visited a few times over the years. John and his mate always made him feel welcome.

“Yeah, and thanks,
Constantine
,” John answered, letting out a long breathe. “I knew I could count on you. Can you get Christian somewhere safe? I’m not sure where that would be, but I don’t have any standing in my pack to provide a safe enough place for the guy. I haven’t been here long enough.”

“I’ll figure out something,”
Constantine
replied. “I’ll try to get to you by nightfall.”

“Thanks, man, see you then,” John said before hanging up the phone.

Constantine
raced around packing up the last of his stuff. This was just what he needed, an easy protection job to keep him distracted. He hoped this would get his mind of Owen, but he doubted it. It was hard for him to realize it was over and he’d never see the gorgeous man again.

* * * *

Owen sat there trying to comfort Christian. When he’d gotten another vision about a man beaten and left for dead, he was obviously nervous about it. At first, he decided to do nothing about it, but then his conscious won out. Christian De’Angelos was nothing like that asshole he’d saved last time. He was sweet, and grateful, and accepted Owen’s help gracefully.

The man had been beaten to just about a bloody pulp by the time Owen got to him. He got Christian cleaned up as best as he could, then drove all the way to
Minnesota
to get him to his cousin’s place. Now they were just waiting for someone to protect Christian to show up. Owen would fill him in and head home.

“Hey, John,” Owen heard a man say from the front door. Owen hoped his mind was playing tricks on him. He knew that voice. It belonged to the son of a bitch he’d given his virginity to,
Constantine
.

Turning around, Owen cursed at his stupid, dumb luck. Standing there, as sexy as ever, was the man of his dreams, the man who didn’t want him. Owen cringed when
Constantine
walked into the room and blue-violet eyes immediately settled on him.

“Owen,”
Constantine
whispered, dropping his bag and moving toward him. Owen quickly backed away from him until
Constantine
stopped walking and just stood there staring with an unrecognizable emotion in his eyes.

“My angel, please don’t be afraid of me, please hear me,”
Owen heard the man’s voice in his head and ignored it.

“My mate,” Christian said, drawing both men’s gaze.

Owen felt himself cringe when he witnessed Christian and Constantine find each other. The look they shared tore at his heart. Christian struggled to get up as
Constantine
rushed forward and lifted him. Then Christian wrapped his arms and legs around the man Owen had had sex with a few days ago.

Owen looked away so neither man would notice the tears in his eyes. He still didn’t want to witness this. His heart was already breaking. This just might stop it all together. Getting up to leave, Owen didn’t even look back until he reached the door and someone grabbed his arm. He knew it was
Constantine
and tried to shrug off the hold.

“Let me go,” he pleaded, choking back tears.

“No, not this time,” Constantine said. “We need to talk.”

Owen struggled, trying to pull away. He couldn’t do this. He just couldn’t do this.
Constantine
still had his mate wrapped in his arms while he tried to stop Owen from leaving. That killed Owen more than anything. Now,
Constantine
really didn’t need him.

“What the fuck?” John exclaimed as he came into the room.

“It’s a long story,”
Constantine
said. “Thanks for helping them until I got here, but I think it’s time we got on the road. The more distance we put between you and us, the better.”

“Sure, whatever, man.”

“Christian, Owen, go grab your stuff.”

Owen was grateful when
Constantine
finally let go of him. He opened the door, stepped outside, and headed quickly for his car. He wanted to make his escape as fast as he could. Being around
Constantine
was too painful to bear.

“Owen, wait,”
Constantine
said as he helped Christian along. “He still needs your help.”

“Why? He has you now,” Owen answered, turning around to glare at
Constantine
. “He doesn’t need me, and you certainly don’t need me. I’m going home.”

“His pack is after him, and they want to kill him,”
Constantine
explained. “They know he’s not dead and someone rescued him. He needs your help to stay ahead of them. And I need to talk with you, explain some things, please.”

“He’s obviously your mate,” Owen said, gesturing to Christian. “You don’t need to explain anything to me. You made your position crystal clear the other day. Just leave it in the past.”

“Owen, please,” Christian said. “Don’t leave yet, okay?”

“I don’t want to get in your way,” Owen answered, shaking his head. He couldn’t sit by and watch Constantine and Christian bond. “You’re both a lot better off without me. I’ll just cause problems.”

“Look, let’s get out of the open,”
Constantine
said. “I passed a hotel about ten miles back. No one should be driving anywhere tonight. Let’s get a room, and we can talk.”

“Please, Owen?” Christian said.

For some reason, Owen couldn’t deny the man. Even beaten and bruised, to Owen, he was gorgeous at
five-eleven, one hundred sixty-five pounds, silver eyes, and jet black hair that fell in waves to his shoulders.

“Fine, I’ll follow you.” He sighed, not wanting to go through the heartache he knew was coming. “I promise, okay? Let’s just get going. I’m wiped out, and I need some rest.”

“Fair enough,”
Constantine
said.

Owen stood by his car and watched
Constantine
help Christian into the cab of his truck before he came back by Owen. He shied away from the hand
Constantine
reached out to him, afraid to feel the man’s touch. He didn’t know if he could handle it right now, if ever.

“I’ve dreamed about you every night since you saved my life.”
Constantine
slowly continued forward and cupped the side of Owen’s face. “I won’t lose you again, my angel.”

Owen stood there in shock.
Constantine
leaned down and kissed his lips, just the lightest of touches, but enough to rock Owen’s world. Then man stood up and walked back to his truck as if nothing had occurred.

What the fuck
had
just happened? What did
Constantine
mean by his words? By his kiss? Owen was so confused that his head ached. He had to force himself to move, to get into his car and start the engine. He followed
Constantine
to the hotel while trying to brace himself for being disappointed, trying to squash any hope. Owen couldn’t let himself be hurt again. But he knew he would.

* * * *

Constantine
couldn’t believe the turn of events. He climbed out of the car and headed for the office, wondering what he was going to say to Owen. He asked the man behind the counter for one room and gave the man his credit card. After a few minutes, he signed the receipt, took the two electronic keys, and thanked the man before walking out of the office. He still had no idea what he would say.

Once back at the car, he drove over to their room. After quickly putting the car in park,
Constantine
hopped out and walked around the car to help Christian out. His little mate wasn’t handling being hurt well, was trying to do everything for himself.

“I’m going to pick you up,”
Constantine
said softly before lifting Christian into his arms.

“I can walk,” Christian said, pouting out his bottom lip.

Constantine
found that totally adorable.