Rise to Submit [Rise of the Changelings, Book 4] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove) (13 page)

But Rick knew that was not going to happen, which saddened him. If anyone deserved to have their rite of passage recognized, it was these two. Rick had watched them over the past four years grow into two strong men, changing from goofy adolescents to the men who were bowing before him today.

He just wished like hell Miguel’s parents could have been here.

“Do you Miguel Vargas and Benito Morales swear your allegiance to Alpha Enrique Marcelo of the Shelton werewolf changeling pack?”

“I do.”

“I do.”

Rick saw Sasha, Omar, and Dorian come to the door, watching. Even Freedman and Bryson were peeking out from the kitchen window.

“And do you Miguel Vargas and Benito Morales swear to uphold your duties as pack enforcers, to honor your alpha, and to protect and defend him and his mate with your lives?”

“I do.”

“I do.”

“As new members of my enforcement unit, your duties will come before your own personal needs. You are swearing to protect any and all pack members when the need arises and use force to keep them safe if necessary. You both are accepting the responsibilities that come with defending the pack, agreeing to all orders given by any higher member, and engaging in any and all things necessary to ensure the pack’s health and well-being. Do you accept these responsibilities?”

“I do.”

“I do.”

“Stand.”

Miguel and Benito stood, each raising their right hand, palm up, baring their wrist. Rick took Miguel’s first, biting into the soft flesh, sealing Miguel’s oath.

Benito’s hand was slightly trembling when Rick reached for his. He bit down into Benito’s wrist, sealing the man’s oath as well.

“You have given me your blood oath, and only death will release you from your obligations.”

Miguel and Benito whooped as they high-fived each other, grinning like loons.

“I think we need to run off and get laid more often,” Benito teased.

“No,” Rick said as he turned to walk up the steps. “Now that you are enforcers, dereliction of duty will be severely punished.” Rick wasn’t trying to be an asshole, but he needed the two men to know just how serious Rick took the oaths given to him.

Not only that, the two had taken a huge risk by letting their guards down. He still wasn’t trying to turn them into spinsters, but now that they held their new positions—and considering they were newbies—Rick had to be harsher with them than other pack members. Miguel and Benito were now setting examples.

He walked into the house to see his mate grinning. “It’s about time.”

“Lord help us,” Sasha grumbled. “The juvies are now enforcers.”

Rick chuckled as he pulled Dorian into his arms. “They have proven themselves ten times over, but I had to wait until the time was right. They got their little fun time in. Now it’s back to business. Speaking of,”—Rick turned to Sasha—“have you heard from Nate or Selene?”

It worried the shit out of Rick that neither was answering their phones. He wasn’t sure where to start looking. Edward had sent them his way, but there was no telling which route they had taken or how far they had gotten.

“Nothing yet,” Sasha replied. Rick could scent the man’s worry.

* * * *

“I’m glad you made them enforcers,” Dorian said as he walked into the bedroom after his hot shower. “If anyone deserves it, they do.”

Rick was standing at the dresser, taking his watch off. “I agree. They have proven themselves many times over. Normally, it takes a very long time before a changeling proves his strength and worth as an enforcer. But Miguel and Benito have been put in strenuous circumstances and have gone above and beyond to show they have what it takes.”

Dorian dropped the towel to the floor, feeling a bit frisky. “Do you have what it takes?”

“For what?” Rick asked as he turned, and then his eyes slowly slid down Dorian’s body. “I think I do.” Rick’s voice came out in a low rumble that had Dorian’s cock thickening in anticipation. He couldn’t disguise his body’s reaction and didn’t want to.

Standing there allowing Rick to openly ogle him was turning Dorian on. “Then you’ll have to show me, Mr. Marcelo.”

He could see Rick’s nostrils flaring, knowing his mate loved it when Dorian called him that. Rick covered the distance between them and pulled Dorian into his arms, his lips pressing close to Dorian’s ear. “Say it again.”

“You are such a kinky bastard.” Dorian chuckled and then groaned when Rick wrapped his fingers around Dorian’s hard cock.

“Say it.”

Dorian began to pant. “Show me, Mr. Marcelo.”

One big hand rubbed the rounded globe of Dorian’s ass as the other massaged his shaft. “Get on the bed while I get undressed,
gatito
.”

Hell, Rick didn't have to tell him twice. Dorian pulled from Rick’s thick body as he hurried over toward the bed, jumped up onto the mattress, and rolled to his stomach. He propped his chin on his hands as he lay there and watched his mate seductively strip for him.

Rick pulled his shirt over his head, flexing his pecs for Dorian, knowing how much Dorian loved to see the man’s muscles ripple. He licked his lips, teasing Rick with his tongue as the werewolf ran his hand down his abdomen, running his fingers just under the waistband.

Dorian could see the outline of Rick’s erection through his jeans and his own hard shaft pulsed at the sight. Dorian ground his cock into the bed, wishing Rick would hurry, and praying he took his time.

It was like a sweet, slow torture that Dorian was enjoying.

Rick twisted his wrist and the snap on his jeans was undone. Dorian’s eyes were glued to the man’s groin, waiting anxiously to see his mate’s cock exposed.

Dorian kicked his feet up, crossing them at the ankles, grinding his cock further into the bed. “Come on already, show me the prize.”

Rick’s chuckle was deep, sensuous, and downright evil. His lowered the zipper, but only a fraction. “You want to see this?”

Dorian swallowed when he saw the head of Rick’s cock poking out from the man’s underwear. His mouth watered for a taste of the glistening pre-cum sliding down the bulbous head. “Hell, yeah.”

Reaching behind him, Dorian traced his crease, giving Rick a show of his own. Two could play at this naughty game. His mate’s eyes immediately zeroed in on Dorian’s fingers as it sank down between his cheeks to play at his hole.

“I thought I was giving you a show?” Rick asked, his eyes turning to liquid fire.

Dorian gave him a wicked grin. “You are. I’m merely touching myself as I watch you. You have that kind of effect on me, Mr. Marcelo.”

Sinking his finger into his ass, Dorian inwardly chuckled when Rick’s hand faltered, and then the man was shoving his jeans down his legs, kicking them aside.

Now all the man had to do was get rid of his damn underwear and Dorian could ogle Rick’s muscled body unhindered.

It seemed the man knew this, because he walked to the bed, underwear still securely around his waist.

Dorian was going to shoot the guy.

There was teasing, and then there was outright torture. Being tortured was fun, but only for a little while. His cock was so hard and heavy that Dorian was done playing. He wanted to be fucked hard and fast.

Pumping his finger in and out of his ass, Dorian gave Rick a worthy show. He moaned, his breath hitched, and then he began to hump the bed.

With his heart racing—because finger-fucking himself was driving Dorian close to climax—he tucked his knees under his chest, showing Rick just what he wanted.

And there went the underwear.

Dorian nearly laughed with satisfaction. He had won this round. Rick palmed his cock, smacking Dorian on the chin with the head. “You don’t play fair,
gatito
.”

Dorian tried to follow the cock with his mouth, but Rick had other ideas. He strode around the bed and climbed on, settling behind Dorian.

“I never play fair when you are taking too damn long,” he replied and then bit his bottom lip when Rick’s lubed finger joined his. The pleasure was almost agonizing.

“I’ll have to remember that,” Rick said right before he leaned forward and nipped Dorian’s ass cheek. Dorian yelped, but instead of moving away, he pressed his ass into Rick’s mouth.

The man did have a magical mouth, after all.

Dorian gave a throaty moan when Rick teased him with his lips. They slid down Dorian’s cheek and then began to kiss at his hole. Maybe he didn’t win this round like he thought because Rick was back to torturing him all over again.

“Okay, I give. Will you fuck me already?”

His skin vibrated as Rick gave a light chuckle. Thank heavens the man pulled his fingers free. If Dorian had to wait much longer, he just might come all over the bed.

Dorian’s ass clenched and pulsed when he felt Rick’s cock pressing at his hole. He was damn near ready to weep with joy.

But instead of shouting in relief, Dorian gasped and moaned as the thick length of Rick’s cock entered him, stretching him wide and sliding in deep.

They both shuddered.

As good as Rick felt seated inside of him, Dorian couldn’t wait any longer. His body was teetering close to the edge already. He began to buck his hips, driving Rick’s cock harder into the soft flesh of his ass, grinding against the man.

“My wild, little
gatito
,” Rick murmured as he matched Dorian’s hard thrusts, one hand spanning over Dorian’s hip, the other pulling at Dorian’s shoulder, driving Dorian’s ass harder onto Rick’s cock.

Dorian was bucking under Rick, feeling the man’s steel shaft pounding into his ass. Dorian reached down and pumped his cock to Rick’s thrusts, determined to get off.

“Rick—” Dorian’s plea was a hard gasp, a breathless moan as his hand stroked his cock harder and he bit hard into his bottom lip.

“Come for me,
gatito
,” Rick said, growling the words out in a feral tone. It seemed Dorian wasn’t the only one who was close.

Moving his hand faster, Dorian cried out when Rick drove into his ass at lightning speed. His mate’s cock pegged his sweet spot over and over again, making Dorian damn near pass out from pleasure.

His body arched, his hand jerked, and Dorian saw a thousand stars as his orgasm ripped through him. The pulsating pleasure overtook his mind, making Dorian mumble incoherent words.

Rick pushed Dorian’s upper half to the bed and then covered Dorian’s back with his chest, sinking his canines deep into Dorian’s shoulder.

Oh hell, he really was going to pass out.

Rick pounded into him like a wild man, and then he stiffened, grunting around Dorian’s shoulder as Dorian’s ass was filled with the man’s seed.

The only thing Dorian could do at this point was collapse to the bed and pray he relearned how to breathe.

Rick slid his softening cock from Dorian’s ass and nestled beside him.

As Dorian lay there, his body still humming from his spectacular orgasm, he began to think about everything going on in his life. They had been on the run for months now, running from one place to the next, always looking over their shoulder, and wondering every second if they were going to be caught or killed.

Deep down inside, Dorian felt a slight crack begin inside of him. It was tiny, a minute fracture, but Dorian had a feeling the crack was going to grow.

His life had been mundane before all of this happened, and even though he had risen up to the fight, a man could only take so much of living a life-and-death situation on a daily basis.

Dorian just feared the day when he finally broke.

* * * *

Benito frowned when Miguel took a seat on the step, wiping at the tears in his eyes with the back of his hand. Seeing his cousin cry was extremely rare. “This is a happy occasion. Why are you crying, Miguel?”

Miguel smiled up at Benito, but the tears were still falling. “They would have been proud of me, you know? My dad talked of this day ever since I turned eighteen. It’s just that they should have been here to witness me becoming a man, finding my place in the pack. I’ve dreamed of being an enforcer since I was little, and now that I am, I feel cheated that they couldn’t watch our alpha blood oath us.”

Benito took a seat next to Miguel on the step, scenting the sadness and pain in his cousin. “I miss them as well. I can’t even remember my parents, and yours were always there for me. I would have loved for them to see this day for both of us.”

Miguel wiped at his eyes again. “I miss the way my mom used to hug me and tell me she loved me. I miss the way my dad used to let me work alongside of him when he did the house repairs or just prattled in the garage with small projects.” Miguel wiped both eyes this time. “I just miss them so much, Benito.”

Benito pulled Miguel into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I love you, Miguel. I wish I could give them back to you, but I can’t. The only thing I can offer is that I will always be by your side and that you’ll never be alone.”

Miguel pushed Benito away, smiling and then laughing. “We’re enforcers now. No damn crying.”