Sweet-Delight[ Brac Village 1] (4 page)

Ross opened his eyes when he felt a finger tug on a loose tendril of hair on his cheek. He didn’t know what to say to Kenway, not with the intense way the shifter was looking at him. He suddenly felt like he was Kenway’s entire world.

When Kenway’s fingers slid sensually over his bare arm, Ross knew he was lost. He would give the big buffalo anything he wanted. He felt Kenway’s large, wonderful hands stroke down the middle of his back. Ross pushed into the muscular man, a low, rumbling purr falling from his lips. Kenway’s hands felt so damn good against his skin. Ross could feel a fire start burning inside of him everywhere that Kenway touched.

When Kenway’s fingers trailed between his ass cheeks and stroked across his tight hole, Ross groaned and wiggled back, trying to impale himself on the thick digits. He could feel his nerve endings come to life and start to throb.

He felt like his entire body was primed just for this man, coming awake at the lightest touch. When Kenway rolled Ross over onto his back and covered him with his larger body, all Ross could do was spread his legs and wrap them around Kenway’s waist.

A small whimper escaped Ross’s lips as Kenway drove into him, filling him to the brim in one powerful thrust. Ross had expected pain, and there was a light twinge, but he knew his body was out of control when it accepted the shifter as if it had been stretched and prepared just for him.

All Ross could do was lie there and stare up at Kenway’s intense gaze as he pounded into him at a ferocious pace. He couldn’t even move when Kenway slid his arms under Ross’s legs and tilted his ass up into the air. Ross felt paralyzed by the pleasure rocking through his body.

He could barely breathe.
“Come.”
The simple command tore through Ross like a bullet. His body

convulsed as the pleasure his mate was giving him exploded by that one simple word. A breathless cry fell from Ross’s lips and his head dug back into the pillow behind him. He felt cum shoot up through his oversensitized cock and splatter between them.

Ross could feel his chest rise and fall as he panted through his fading orgasm. He felt languid, lazy. He felt fucking fantastic. He felt even better when he heard the shifter above him suddenly roar as his body stilled over the top of him.

Intense pressure built inside his ass, and for a moment, Ross feared that he was literally going to be split in two by Kenway’s massive cock. The pressure built and built. Ross clutched at Kenway’s shoulders, digging his nails in as fear swamped him.

And then Kenway looked down at Ross with those same pale-blue eyes he had looked at him with that night so long ago.
Ross cried out when Kenway suddenly leaned forward and sank razor-sharp teeth right into his shoulder. Instead of feeling overwhelming pain, pleasure unlike anything Ross had ever felt soared through his body.
Ross felt pulse after pulse of cum fill his ass. It only added to his pleasure. The heat inside of him was burning him up from the inside out. And the pleasure didn’t just come from his mate’s cock throbbing in his ass.
Each time Kenway’s mouth pulled at Ross’s shoulder, a spurt of cum shot out of his cock. It was like Kenway was sucking directly on Ross’s cock instead of his shoulder. It was glorious. Ross released his grip on Kenway’s shoulder and wrapped his arm around his neck, pulling Kenway closer to him.
As the throbbing in Ross’s body slowly ebbed, Kenway withdrew his teeth and licked at Ross’s sensitized skin. That in itself sent a shiver of delight racing through Ross’s body. Ross didn’t understand his reluctance to have Kenway leave his body, either his cock or his canines. It wasn’t something he had experienced before. He just knew he didn’t want Kenway to go.
Ross wrapped his legs around Kenway’s body when the man started to move away from him. He felt sheepish as Kenway gazed down at him. “Stay?” he whispered.
Kenway stared for a second then slowly smiled as he settled in between Ross’s thighs. “For a moment.”

It still felt like a dream that Kenway was taking his mate home. He had imagined this moment for a very long time. Now that it was happening, he wasn’t sure how to act.

“Oh, you are so going to love living with us,” Spencer said in a perky tone. “Just stay away from Paine and Steele. Those cheetahs are nothing but troublemakers.” Spencer paused. “And stay away from Styles. He’s moody as hell.” Another pause. “Winter is a bit grumpy as well. And Reese is the biggest voyeuristic freak you will ever meet. Keep your bedroom door locked when you have sex.”

Kenway wondered if Spencer was going to name everyone in the house. They all had issues, but he was pretty sure Ross wouldn’t have any problems settling in. Then again, if anyone gave his mate problems, Kenway would take them out back and teach the offender some manners.

“So, you basically want me to stay in my room?” Ross asked. He tilted his head, gazing at Spencer with curiosity.
“Oh, no,” Spencer quickly said. “Just—” He bit his bottom lip. “Help me out here, Kenway.”
Kenway gave a light chuckle. “He’ll be fine, Spencer. Don’t scare him off before we even get there.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” Spencer mumbled under his breath as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring out of the window.
Kenway was going to strangle the impala if he didn’t stop with his sour mood. He wanted his mate to have a good feeling about moving in with them, not head for the hills. But Spencer’s words rang in his mind. Every last shifter in the house had problems. They were all different breeds, having come together out of loneliness and need more than wanting to form a pack.
The group of them looked out for one another, although half the time one of the residents was chasing down another, threatening bodily harm.
Kenway sure as hell hoped Ross didn’t demand to live someplace else. He liked where he was and living with his friends.
He pulled his blue Chevy truck into the driveway and parked it toward the back. Just as he pulled the key from the ignition, Ross hissed.
“If you are about to feed, let me get out first,” Spencer said as he reached for the door. Ross grabbed the impala, holding him in place.
“Someone is on the back deck,” Ross said as Kenway watched his mate’s face transform from serene to menacing.
Turning his head, Kenway spotted Maverick sitting at the small round table. The alpha was kicked back, looking as if he owned the place. Well, technically he did. “That’s the alpha of the timber wolves.”
“Maverick Brac?” Ross asked.
“The very one,” Spencer said as he pulled his arm free and got out of the truck. “I’m going inside. Holler for me if anything interesting happens. That man scares the bejesus out of me.”
Recker climbed out of the back of the truck, he and Spencer going inside the house.
Kenway was almost afraid to sit down. Something interesting always happened when the alpha was around. Grabbing Ross’s hand, Kenway decided the only way to find out what the man wanted was to have a seat and ask.
“Are you sure you want me to sit with you?” Ross asked. “I know we’re mates, but you don’t have to give me full rights.”
“Ain’t nothing he has to say that can’t be said in front of you.” Kenway tugged his mate when Ross became hesitant. He didn’t even let the man go when he pulled the metal green chair out and sat down. As a matter of fact, he pulled Ross down onto his lap.
“What can I do for you, Maverick?”
“First,” Maverick said as he dug a small key from his front pocket. “Take care of your mate’s bracelet.”
With quickness, Kenway snatched the key and reached for Ross’s wrist, removing the damn bracelet.
“Thank god,” Ross said on a whooshed breath. “I thought I’d never get that damn thing off.”
Kenway handed the key back to the werewolf alpha and listened to the leather on Maverick’s jacket groan as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I came to talk to you about that bakery you’re going to open up.”
“I am?” Kenway asked. Maverick had stated his sentence. He hadn’t suggested a damn thing. He had a feeling he was about to become a baker. Kenway wondered if Maverick knew he couldn’t bake biscuits from a can without burning them.
Maverick sat forward and it seemed even the crickets grew quiet. His expression was inscrutable as he entwined his fingers and rested his hands on the table. Kenway’s hand tightened on his mate’s waist.
“I’m not sure if you are aware of a Vampire Hunter having his sights set on Brac Village or not.”
Kenway was clueless.
“But after talking with the
Ultionem
, it’s been decided that this village needs to look as normal as possible. I want to get as many businesses up and running as I can. I’ve made a few proposals to some of the residents who are out of work. I’m offering them the startup money—same as you—and all I ask in return is to be a silent partner.”
Kenway suppressed the groan when Ross shifted in his lap. His cock was getting hard all over again. Kenway couldn’t seem to get enough of Ross. They had just had sex at the Lakelands’ and he wanted to throw the man down on the table and fuck his brains out. He could still taste his mate on his lips and scent Ross on his skin. If the vampire didn’t sit still, Kenway was going to kick the alpha out and take his mate right here on the back deck.
Reining in his lust, Kenway cleared his throat. “You know, if you are trying to pull off a normal town, there has to be a mayor. You go by that title, but there isn’t even a town hall.”
Maverick’s light-grey eyes narrowed. “We’re talking about you, not me.”
“No,” Kenway corrected. “We’re talking about keeping the town safe. If everyone else has to step up in their roles, so do you.”
A low growl vibrated Maverick’s chest, making Ross sink back into Kenway’s arms. As lethal as the man was, Kenway wasn’t impressed. He knew the menacing sound for what it was—irritation.
“You know I’m right.”
“Now you sound like my damn beta and mate,” Maverick complained as he sat back, tossing an arm over the back of the chair. “I don’t wanna do it.”
Kenway leaned closer, his hands holding his mate steady as a slow grin formed on his face. “Are you pouting?”
The look Maverick gave him should have killed Kenway on the spot it was so deadly. “No, but if I have to go to a town hall every day, who’s going to play with the babies? Plus Melonee is close to giving birth. How can I be away from the Den? Elves have their babies in six months, not nine like humans.”
Kenway was starting to get the picture. As badass as this man acted, he was one big-ass kid himself. He also had a scared-shitless look in his eye. Waiting on his first grandchild to be born was freaking the man out.
“Take the kids with you,” he suggested. He had no clue what to tell Maverick about his nervous jitters. “Melonee has two mates and a house full of people if she goes into labor.”
“How can I do that?” Maverick argued, his expression sliding into a pensive look. “You can’t take kids to work.”
Chuckling, Kenway shook his head. “You own this town, Maverick. You can take the kids to work if you want. Hell, you can build a daycare right there next to your office if you feel so inclined.”
Kenway was trying his best to stay focused on the conversation, but his mate’s heat—and his mate’s soft hand that was running up and down his thigh—were enough to make Kenway lose all kinds of focus. Kenway could feel his body responding to his mate’s touch. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was as if he could feel Ross in his very blood.
Without thought, Kenway leaned forward and nuzzled his mate’s neck, licking his salty skin and breathing in his scent.
“Can we finish this conversation before you eat him?” Maverick asked.
Cheeks heating to nuclear levels, Kenway leaned back. “Take the kids to work.”
“Fine, but I want to meet you in town in the morning so you can look at one of the buildings I had in mind for your bakery. It hasn’t been used in years and will need some work done before you can even start moving your equipment in.”
“Are you aware I can’t bake to save my life?” Kenway asked as he remembered the conversation he had with the alpha about his dream. The thought of anyone coming after his mate made Kenway grind his back molars.
“No problem. I hired someone who has all the skills you need,” Maverick replied. “His name is Baker.”
Kenway chuckled. “No shit. How apropos.”
A playful gleam entered Maverick’s eyes. “He’s a nice guy. He lives in town in the apartment building. I’ll leave you his number. When things are ready, give him a call. I also had Nero hunt down someone who would know what a bakery needs. All the equipment has been ordered.”
The man had thought of everything. “Why don’t you just give this Baker guy the bakery? Why am I even involved?”
“Because Baker is an irresponsible little shit according to his father.”
Now didn’t that statement just contradict Maverick calling him a nice guy?
“His father asked me to do something with him before the man strangled his son. I told him I would see what I could do. That’s when the subject of Baker’s skills came up. If he turns out to be someone who hurts your business, then let me know. I’ll handle him.” Maverick pushed from the table, standing. “I have to make things look on the up-and-up. Do we have a deal?”
Kenway didn’t like to do things on impulse, but was he stupid enough to tell the alpha no?
Not really.
He reached out and shook Maverick’s hand, sealing the deal.
“I’ll see you at the diner around eight.” Maverick walked toward where Kenway had parked. How had he not seen the motorcycle parked there? God, Ross was killing his brain cells.
“Ready to go inside?” he asked as he ran his hands down Ross’s long, lean legs. The man was slim as hell, but Kenway loved how his mate could wrap his legs around his waist and hold on tight.
“So that’s it?” Ross asked. “You’re a business owner?”
“Nope.” Kenway stood, placing Ross on his feet, and then he brushed the man’s hair from his shoulder. He really liked touching the soft strands. It made him miss his long hair, but what was done was done. “
We
are business owners.”
Ross looked at Kenway skeptically with his big, obsidian orbs. “Have you forgotten the fact that I’ll melt like the Wicked Witch if I go near any sunlight?”
“I’m pretty sure Maverick has thought about that.” God, he hoped so. “But I’ll bring it up in the morning.” Kenway ran his hands up his mate’s arms and then pulled Ross close, giving him a simple, but sweet kiss. “And I’m not going to make any decisions until you get to see the place as well.”
“Are you always this accommodating?”
Hell no.
Kenway was as stubborn as the day was long. “I am when it comes to you. No one else. Now come on. I want to show you your new home.”
Swatting his mate on the ass, Kenway gave him a flirtatious wink before heading toward the side door. He was acting like such a goober right now and Kenway couldn’t find the energy to care. He was mated. That entitled him to act like a crazy, mindless dork twentyfour seven.
Ross walked into the kitchen, running his hands over the granite countertop, and then glanced at the cupboards and stove. “This is nice, Kenway. It feels very homey.”
Kenway leaned against the counter closest to the stove. He placed his hands on either side of him, watching as his mate explored. Ross looked good here. “Between Spencer and Recker, I’m not sure how homey you’ll think the rest of the house is. The two are in a war of matching patterns and clashing furniture.”
“Recker? Is he the guy who rode with us?” Ross asked as one of his eyebrows rose high on his forehead. “Why does that name make me think of a wrecking ball?”
“Because I’m a rhino shifter,” Recker answered as he stopped by the doorway and gazed at Ross. Kenway waited. Recker didn’t like strangers in the house—mate or not. If he gave Ross any problems…
“That’s rare,” Ross replied. “I’ll bet you’re one scary-looking creature in your shifted form.”
Smooth. Very smooth.
A light blush stole over Recker’s cheeks. “I like to think so.”
Kenway rolled his eyes. Since when did the damn rhino blush? Never. He had an urge to kick the damn man. One simple compliment and Recker was putty in Ross’s hands. God, the man was too damn easy.
It also meant Recker would now look at Ross as his responsibility. This was going to be a pain in the ass. The rhino already went spastic when Spencer couldn’t be found. He could just imagine what Recker would do with Ross.
“Feel free to poke around,” Recker said before leaving the kitchen.
Kenway’s jaw dropped. Okay, who was this guy and where was the real Recker? Normally, Recker was a grouch and hated for any stranger to poke anywhere in their home. It was good he was so accepting of Ross, but what in the hell was up with the blush?
“Something wrong?” Ross asked as he tapped at Kenway’s jaw.
“Yeah, I think the man hit his head.” Pushing away from the counter, he waved for his mate to precede him. Ross obeyed and then stopped midstep.
“Those windows are awfully big and curtainless.”
Ross glanced at the three windows on one wall, and the windows on either side of the fireplace. During the day it was very bright and sunny in the living room. But he groaned when he spotted Paine lounging on the couch, snoring his lazy ass off. He was wrapped in the colorful quilt like the blanket was a straitjacket. How could he sleep with the dang thing wrapped so tightly around him?
“Come on, I’ll show you our bedroom.” Kenway ushered Ross up the stairs, and toward his bedroom. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous, but having his mate here had Kenway’s stomach in tight knots. It wasn’t like they were about to have sex for the first time. He already knew what it felt like to be inside his mate. He had already claimed the vampire. It was the most exciting and erotic thing he had ever done. Ross was a dream when it came to fucking.
So what was with the damn butterflies?
Whatever had him feeling like a teenager about to have sex for the first time had Kenway in its grips. Maybe after a good night’s sleep he would feel better.
He had his mate home and was about to become a business owner. He should be smiling from ear to ear. But the image of Ross cowering in the bakery wouldn’t go away.