Glenn, Stormy and Flynn, Joyee - Blood Lust [Delta Wolf 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (6 page)

Constantine
took a deep breath then opened his eyes and raised his head to look across at his mate. “As soon as I know it’s safe, you can go. I won’t stop you.”
Constantine
got up from the table and started across the room to the bathroom. He needed to be alone to lick his open, bleeding wounds.

“That’s it? You’re just going to pat me on the head and send me on my way?”

“What in the hell do you want me to say, Owen?”
Constantine
spun around to glare at the man. Owen was ripping his heart out of his chest with each word he spoke. “I know I hurt you. I told you I was sorry. There’s nothing else I can do if you won’t forgive me.”

“It’s not that I won’t forgive you, just…you hurt me, Constantine.”

“I know, and there is nothing I can ever do to fix that,”
Constantine
said sadly. “I was in bloodlust, out of my mind. I didn’t know what I was doing. If I hadn’t been injured, I never would have hurt you like that, I swear.”

“I don’t mean physically. You hurt me with the way you treated me. You knew we had sex. You even told your mother we did, except you did nothing when she treated me like shit. And you treated me just as bad, like everything I gave to you didn’t mean anything.”

“That’s not true,”
Constantine
said. “It meant everything. Without you, I’d be dead.”

“That’s all it was to you, wasn’t it? I gave you my blood and saved your life, and that’s all you see.” Owen rolled his eyes. “Well, congratulations, Mr. Stylianos, you’re going to live.”

Owen started toward the door, and
Constantine
couldn’t stand it anymore. He stalked across the room and grabbed Owen, swinging the man around into his arms. “You are one fucking stubborn SOB, aren’t you?” he said, right before he claimed Owen’s lips with his own.

Owen resisted for just a moment, his body stiff in
Constantine
’s arms before he melted. He went pliant, leaning into
Constantine
’s. His lips softened and opened allowing
Constantine
inside. Being no dummy,
Constantine
pressed further into the kiss, ravishing Owen’s lips.

“I want you, Owen,”
Constantine
murmured against the man’s lips. “I want to make love to you again, and this time, I want to remember it. I want to get to know you, your wants and desires, your likes and dislikes. I want to know your deepest, darkest secrets, and I want to tell you mine. I want to share everything with you.”

Constantine
lifted his head to look down into soft moss-green eyes dazed with wonder. He brushed a stray curl back from Owen’s forehead. “And when you’re ready to trust me again, I want your heart.”

“And if I’m never ready?”

As much as that thought pained
Constantine
, he was willing to gamble on the future they could have together. “Then I’ll take whatever you have to give me and hope that someday I can prove to you that I’m worth the risk.”

“Do I have to deal with your mother?” Owen asked as he fingered the soft material of
Constantine
’s cotton shirt.

“No. I’m not sure if you noticed, but everything I own is in the back of the moving trailer behind my truck. I’m moving away from my family, joining another pack where I can be the man I was meant to be and not what my parents think I should be.”

“You’re moving?”

“Yes, there’s a newly formed pack outside of
Atlanta
,
Georgia
. It’s nothing but Deltas and their mates. A few of my friends live there now.”

“How will they feel about you having two men for mates?”

Constantine
’s heart pounded faster at Owen’s words. “All of the members so far have two men for mates. I don’t think they will care a bit.”

“So, Christian and I would have to move with you?”

“No, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’d prefer it if you did.”
Constantine
tried to keep himself from pushing Owen when he really wanted to claim him and scream to the world that the man belonged to him. “The choice has to be yours. I won’t force you.”

“Will I like it there?” Owen’s eyes kept flickering up to
Constantine
’s, then back down.

Will, not would?
That sounded like Owen was saying he was willing to give things a try. “It’s beautiful. The town is basically deserted now, but we’re trying to fix it up, get it ready for new members. And there’s a river on the edge of a town. Our house will be a couple of miles outside of town, though, right next to a beautiful blue lake.”

“Our house?”

Constantine
nodded. “I’m building us a house on the lake, big enough for the three of us to have plenty of room to roam.”

Owen frowned, and
Constantine
thought he might have gone too far. “Will the three of us share a room or have our own rooms?”

“I wanted to build one large master bedroom for the three of us to share, but if you want your own room, you can have one. This will be our house, all of ours. We all get a say in how it’s designed.”

“One big bed?”

Constantine
grinned. He didn’t miss the cocked eyebrow Owen cast in his direction nor the slight tilt of the man’s lips. “One big bed, big enough for all three of us to have lots of fun on.”

Owen leaned up on his tip toes and glanced past
Constantine
to where Christian slept. “Bigger than that bed?”

“Much bigger.”

“Then maybe we should try that one out so we can decide exactly how big of a bed we need.”

Constantine
felt like singing a halleluiah chorus. He grabbed Owen by his upper arms and started walking backwards until he felt the mattress hit the back of his legs. With a small laugh,
Constantine
fell back onto the bed, Owen coming down on top of him.

“So, just what did you have in mind, mate?”

Chapter 4

Owen couldn’t believe that he was contemplating having sex with
Constantine
—
again
—
and Christian. But he was, and he could feel that his body was in full support of the idea. His skin felt tight, hot. His cock pressed against his zipper, throbbed to get out.

The grin covering
Constantine
’s lips was intriguing but not as much as the hard length Owen could feel pressed against his abdomen. That just made him plain out ache. Owen remembered what
Constantine
’s cock felt like pounding into his ass and even though there had been pain involved, the pleasure had far outweighed any discomfort he felt.

“What about him?” Owen asked, nodding toward Christian.

“That’s up to you,”
Constantine
said. “You’re mated to both of us, not just me.”

“Yeah, I know. Christian explained it to me. But that’s not what I meant. I wanted to know how we should wake him up.” Owen frowned. “Is he even in good enough shape to fool around?”

“We won’t know until we ask him.”
Constantine
reached for the hem of Owen’s shirt and started to pull it up his chest. “I think we should get naked and surprise him.”

Owen grinned and sat up. He grabbed the edge of his shirt from
Constantine
, pulled it over his head, and dropped it behind him onto the floor. He paused when he heard
Constantine
inhale sharply.

“What?” Owen shivered when
Constantine
stroked his hands down his naked chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Am not.” Owen could feel his face heat up at
Constantine
’s words.

“Are too,”
Constantine
insisted. “Between you and Christian, I think I’m the luckiest damn Delta in the universe. You both make my teeth ache.”

“Yeah?” Owen wasn’t sure he believed
Constantine
. He and Christian were drop-dead, wet-dream gorgeous. But it was still nice to hear.

“Yeah,”
Constantine
said, then opened his mouth.

Owen’s eyes widened when he saw that
Constantine
’s canines had dropped down. Owen stared at the white fangs for several moments, his heart pounding when he remembered them ripping into his flesh. “You want to bite me, don’t you?”

“I won’t lie to you,”
Constantine
said. “The desire I have to bite you is almost as strong as the need I have to fuck you, but I won’t bite you until you give me permission.”

“You already bit me once, and now I can hear you in my head. That means we’ve already bonded, doesn’t it?”

Constantine
nodded, not saying a word, but Owen could see the hesitation and anxiety in his suddenly tense features, the worry in his blue-violet eyes. Owen pushed
Constantine
’s shirt up to his armpits then leaned down until their chests pressed together. He stroked his hand down the side of
Constantine
’s angled jaw line.

“Then I guess all we have to do is claim Christian then, right?” Owen asked softly. “And how does that work? Does he have to bite me, too, or just you? Do I bite him back?”

“In
-
in order for you to hear Christian in your head like you do me, he has to bite you, too,”
Constantine
said.

Owen could have sworn he saw a slight glint in
Constantine
’s eyes, but it was gone before he could be sure.

“Is that what you want, for us to claim you?”

Owen sat back up. He rubbed his hands over
Constantine
’s broad chest and loved the feel of the firm muscles beneath his palms. “I’m not sure what exactly I want, to tell you the truth. This is all very confusing for me.”

“What do you want then?”

The moment of truth.
Owen took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “The only thing that I know I want for sure is to feel your arms around me again. The only time in all this crazy shit that I felt right was when you held me for that small amount of time. That’s the only thing that makes sense to me.”

“I can do that,”
Constantine
said, holding out his arms.

Owen almost sobbed when he felt into
Constantine
’s arms. He pressed his face into the crook of
Constantine
’s neck and just held on, inhaling his mate’s musky scent. He could feel
Constantine
’s hands roaming over his back then moving down to squeeze his ass cheeks through the denim of his jeans.

“You feel so good in my arms, Owen,”
Constantine
whispered into his ear, making him shiver at the softly spoken words.

“I like being there.”

“You’d feel even better naked.”

Owen chuckled. “So, undress me.”