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  “7297. Please don’t hurt her.”

  Urijah didn’t bother responding. He took the stairs to the next floor up and unlocked the room where Theron’s sister was sitting on a cot, handcuffed to the rail.

  “When my father finds out what you’ve done to me, you’ll be sorry.”

  Urijah ignored her and unfastened the cuffs from the bed. “Move.”

  “Where are you taking me? Are you letting me go?”

  “Hardly. Now move.”

  The woman stopped and turned to Urijah. Her hands were cuffed in front of her, allowing her to place them on Uri’s chest. “You don’t have to do this. Let me go, and I’ll make you feel good.”

  Urijah grabbed her hands and said, “You’re not my type.” Faster than she could blink, he unlocked her cuffs and reattached them with her hands behind her back. As he was pushing her along to the back exit, Isabelle turned the corner and stopped when she saw who he was escorting.

  “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Princess,” she snarled. She began walking toward them, and before Uri realized her intention, Isabelle hauled off and hit Kallisto across the face. “That was for my son.” She hit her again and said, “That was for me, you bitch.” Uri stood back in case Isabelle wanted to have another go at her. Instead, she looked at him and winked. “Carry on.” Isabelle shook out her hand as she walked away. Uri could have sworn he heard a “whoop” when she was out of sight.

  With her hands cuffed behind her, Kallisto couldn’t rub what was sure to be a bruise tomorrow. Still, she didn’t utter a word until Urijah tossed her into the back seat of his SUV next to Mason. Even though her hands were bound, the young Goyle would make sure their guest didn’t try anything stupid. Mason slipped a black mask over her head so she didn’t know where they were taking her. Uri had instructed Mason not to make small talk in front of her. They would offer no personal information whatsoever that she could use against them at a later date. “Where are you taking me?” Neither one answered her, so she tried threatening again. “Do you have any idea who my father is? You think things have been bad up to this point? You just wait. When I don’t check in, Theron will come back for me.”

  “We’re counting on it,” Uri informed her. “Here you go,” he said to Mason as he passed a roll of duct tape into the back seat.

  “Thanks.” Mason raised the mask, tore off a strip of the shiny tape, and placed it not so gently across her mouth. “Much better.” He slid the mask back down and returned to his side of the SUV.

  Urijah turned up the radio, and he and Mason enjoyed the rest of the ride to the armory. When they arrived, Uri pulled her out of the backseat and tossed her over his shoulder. She tried to object, but the tape was doing its job. She began twisting, doing her best to wiggle out of his grip, but he squeezed her thighs tighter in his strong arm. He thought about slapping her on her ass, but he figured the crazy bitch would like it. He didn’t need that.

  When they reached the room where the photos would be taken, he left the mask and tape on her. Kallisto did her best to fight him when he re-cuffed her hands in front of her so he could attach them to a pulley system he had installed just for this occasion. With her arms stretched above her head, Uri slashed through her clothes with a claw. Kallisto complained behind the tape covering her mouth, but her mumbles were ignored. Since Lilly was with Dominic, Jasper instructed them to leave Kallisto’s underwear on. Uri held one leg, and Mason took the other while Dominic proved he could, indeed, tie pretty knots. Lilly looked on in morbid fascination as her mate wound the rope dramatically around Kallisto’s body, basically recreating the look Theron had tortured Jasper with. When they were satisfied, Uri cranked the winch, raising Kallisto into the air.

  Urijah asked everyone to leave the room so only Kallisto would be in the photos. He took the hood off her head but left the tape over her mouth. He seriously didn’t want to hear any more of her threats. Uri retrieved Sergei’s cell phone and snapped several photos. The spot where Isabelle struck Kallisto’s face was already beginning to bruise. Jasper hadn’t wanted the woman harmed, but there was no way Uri would have stopped Isabelle from getting her small taste of revenge.

  Instead of sending the pictures to Theron right away, Jasper asked Uri to wait until he had a plan in place and had talked with Rafael about that plan. He also wanted to make sure he was at his full strength before he had to face the Goyle. Dominic and Lilly left to go back to Gregor and Tessa’s. As much as Uri wanted to leave Kallisto tied up, he lowered her to the floor and cut the rope away. She had kidnapped Sophia’s parents as well as Connor. She tormented Isabelle. She was not a nice person. He had a feeling she would get what was coming to her soon enough.

  Trevor was nervous. Excited, but nervous. He was about to have sex for the first time, and it wasn’t just sex. He was going to make love to Jasper. He’d watched enough porn to know the semantics, but he didn’t want to hurt him. Not that his dick was huge, but it was above average if the men in the videos were any indication of what average was. Jasper didn’t bother closing the bedroom door. They were alone. Finally. Just the two of them. Jasper had anticipated this moment earlier, or maybe it had been wishful thinking. Either way, he was prepared to bottom for Trevor so they could consummate the mating. The way Jasper was looking at him let him know the beast was close to the surface. Trevor wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he did. It must have something to do with accepting the bond and giving him his blood.

  Jasper closed the distance and began undressing Trevor. He wasn’t taking his time. Wasn’t offering soft words or kisses. Jasper was in a hurry to get down to it. When Trevor was standing naked in front of Jasper, he wasn’t ashamed of his body. He wasn’t a god like Jasper, but he was fit, and his cock was standing out long and proud, pointing at Jasper. Jasper licked his lips and shed his own clothes in record time. His cock was just as hard and ready. Trevor wanted a chance to take in Jasper’s body. To appreciate all the muscle and soft hair covering his chest, arms, and legs. He wanted to run his hands over every single inch of the body that was now his. Trevor couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he would have access to all this yummy goodness any time he wished. He vowed right then and there to get serious about working out so that Jasper would have a nice body to look at as well.

  When Jasper took a couple of steps toward him and their hard-ons rubbed together, all thoughts of looking fled Trevor’s brain. He wanted to feel.

  “Trev…”

  “Jas…” He knew Jasper was losing patience. He had needed to take Trevor as soon as he awoke from his state of unconsciousness, and that had been hours ago. “Lube and condom?” he asked, ready to get on with it as well.

  Jasper opened the drawer of the bedside table and rummaged around. He came out with a half-used bottle of lube and placed it on the pillow. “No condom. We’re mates. There’ll never be anyone else, and I want to feel you. All of you.”

  “How do you want to do this? Do you want on your knees?” Trevor wanted Jasper to feel comfortable.

  Jasper pushed the bedding out of the way, and stacked the pillows against the headboard. He lay down on his back with his shoulders against the pillows. He pulled his feet towards his ass, placing them flat on the bed, with his knees pointing at the ceiling. Jasper let his legs open naturally as he grabbed hold of his cock. He stroked slowly, leisurely, his eyes never leaving Trevor’s. “No, I want to be right here on my back so I can look at your face. I want to watch as you slide your beautiful cock deep in my ass. I want to see your expression when you come.”

  Trevor was jealous of Jasper’s hand. He climbed onto the bed and crawled between his spread legs. He knew Jasper needed this soon, but Trevor couldn’t resist relishing the feel of Jasper beneath his hands. He started at his feet, kissing his ankles, his knees, his inner thighs, replacing his lips with his hands. He scooted closer so his hard-on was settled between Jasper’s cheeks. He lowered himself so their chests were touching. He rubbed from side to side, Jasper’s chest hair causing
friction of the best kind. He couldn’t take his eyes off Jasper’s. Seeing the lust staring back at him was a look he would never get tired of. He lowered his face, and Jasper opened for him, their tongues immediately finding that familiar rhythm that had both their cocks twitching.

  When Trevor needed to come up for air, he pulled back and grabbed the lube. He rose up on his knees and poured the liquid onto his fingers. He rubbed one finger around Jasper’s pucker, taking his time, making sure Jasper knew this time was going to be different than the others. This time, his partner would take care of his needs. This time, Jasper would be made love to, not made to be a vessel for someone else’s sadistic games. He eased his finger in up to the first knuckle, twisting. Jasper, eyes still on Trevor, moaned at the intrusion. “More,” he husked. Trevor slid his finger farther in, finding that spongy spot he knew would make Jasper feel good. He touched Jasper’s prostate and was rewarded with another moan. This one louder, deeper, than the first. “Fuck, yeah.”

  Trevor added a second finger, sliding in and out, coating the inside of Jasper’s hole with lube. “Trevor, Baby, I’m ready. I need you to be inside me.”

  Trevor slowly removed his fingers, touching Jasper’s prostate one more time for good measure. He applied a liberal amount of lube to his dick, but he didn’t make too many passes up and down with his hand, because he already felt the familiar tug at the base of his spine. “I’m not going to last long,” he admitted.

  “That’s okay. We have all night.”

  Trevor took a deep breath and placed the head of his cock at Jasper’s entrance. Jasper pulled his legs up farther so Trevor had easy access. Trevor breached the entrance and pushed, not stopping until he was all the way in. He figured it was like ripping a Band-Aid off. Hurry up and get the sting over with so you could blow on it and make it feel better. In this case, instead of blowing, Trevor was fucking. “You okay?” he asked.

  “Perfect. Now move that beautiful body of yours, and let me see how much you love me.”

  Love. He did love Jasper. Whether it was the mate pull causing his heart to swell with the emotion or just being around Jasper, he did love the Gargoyle. He placed his hands on Jasper’s knees for leverage and began a slow, steady rhythm. It didn’t take long for Jasper’s moans to get louder and Trevor’s grunts to come faster. “Goddamn, Jas, I had no idea it would feel like this.”

  “Me, neither,” Jasper whispered and closed his eyes.

  Trevor couldn’t hold off any longer. “Jas, I’m really close.” He sped up but didn’t thrust as hard as he wanted to. This first time he was going to show Jasper what it was like to be loved, not used. Later? He hoped to be able to let loose. “Oh, fuck… Jas…” Trevor grabbed Jasper’s shaft and stroked in time with his cock pumping in and out. Jasper’s hands were on Trevor’s hips, helping him keep the rhythm going. Jasper growled and his fangs dropped. Trevor knew they were already mated, but he wanted Jasper to know he was serious. “Forever, Jas. Mark me.”

  Jasper pulled Trevor down and latched onto his neck. Trevor’s dick throbbed inside Jasper’s ass with the most intense orgasm of his life. The bite wasn’t painful. If anything it added to the intensity of his cock shooting off. He stilled his hips while Jasper licked at his neck. Warm liquid was spilling between their bodies where Jasper’s dick was still pulsing from his own orgasm. Jasper’s licks turned into sucks, and Trevor knew he was going to have a hickey. Jasper had marked him. Literally.

  When Jasper turned loose of his neck, Trevor rose up on his hands to look at his man. Jasper’s eyes were still hooded, and they were different. More vibrant.

  “Thank you, Baby. That was beautiful,” Jasper said before pulling him down for a hard kiss.

  If someone had asked Trevor to describe what he thought making love would be like, he wouldn’t have come anywhere close. What happened between him and Jasper was so much more than a joining of two bodies. It was a blending of souls. He was floating and never wanted to land. But something was different. Trevor blinked, trying to adjust to the difference in the room.

  Jasper gripped his hips tighter, his voice dipping into his sexy Irish brogue. “I don’t want to scare ya, but I really need to have ya, Trevor. I need to fuck ya. Ready or no’.”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Jasper was in heaven. Having his mate make love to him was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. With Theron, there was pleasure in the beginning then nothing but pain. With Craig, it had only ever been a quick fuck. Craig had bottomed for him, but only on his knees, never looking him in the eyes. For the first time in almost five hundred years, Jasper could honestly say he knew what love felt like. The emotions were shining brightly in Trevor’s eyes. His mate really did love him. He sent up a prayer of thanks to the fates for choosing someone as special as Trevor for him.

  Even though they had completed the bond the right way, with him conscious, his beast wanted more. It wanted Jasper to flip Trevor over and take him. Hard. Fast. Jasper knew Trevor hadn’t prepped, but Jasper was okay with that. That’s what showers were for. “Trev, I need to be inside ya. Now.”

  “I love it when you go Irish on me,” Trevor admitted. “At least let me go get myself ready for you.”

  “Okay, but hurry.” Trevor crawled off the bed, grabbed the lube, and closed the bathroom door behind him. Jasper’s cock was already hard again. The water turned on in the bathroom and Jasper picked up his t-shirt off the floor, cleaning off his chest and stomach. His dick was aching to be stroked, but he lay on his back and stuck his hands behind his head. He wanted to save every bit of the ache for Trevor.

  Trevor returned to the bedroom, and Jasper rose onto his elbows so he could admire Trevor’s beautiful body. His mate looked around the room confused before tossing the lube onto the bedside table and crawling over Jasper, straddling him. “I want to ride you,” he said bashfully.

  “Saddle up, cowboy,” Jasper urged.

  Trevor did just that. He wrapped his hand around Jasper’s cock, slicking it up with the lube he’d poured into his hand. After a couple of strokes, he lined up the fat head with his now ready hole. He slowly slid down, holding still when Jasper was all the way in. Jasper didn’t want to hurt his mate, but he needed him to move. “Trev,” he growled.

  Trevor’s eyes popped open, and he slid up to the tip before slowly lowering himself back down. Trevor’s balls settled against Jasper’s skin while his cock begged for attention. This was nice, but Jasper needed more than nice. He needed to be in control. He wrapped an arm around Trevor’s back, banding him to his chest as he flipped Trevor over. Trevor gasped as he landed on his back, his eyes wide. “Hang on, Baby,” Jasper said as he lifted Trevor’s legs toward his chest and set up a tempo that was harder and faster than Trevor had used with him. Trevor grabbed onto Jasper’s biceps, his fingers digging in. As Jasper thrust in and out, Trevor grunted each time Jasper bottomed out. His balls were slapping against Trevor’s ass, the sound of flesh on flesh mingling with their moans and heavy breathing.

  “Oh, fuck… god, Jas… fuuuuuk,” Trevor husked out between groans.

  Jasper’s wings ached to unfurl, so he let them. He promised to let Trevor touch them if he ever gave in to the mate bond. Trevor’s eyes widened, and the unspoken question was evident in them. “You can touch them.” He wanted Trevor to know what he felt like all over, especially his wings. As soon as Trevor laid a finger on the rigid edge, Jasper lost control. He roared with his release, pounding furiously into his mate’s body. He prayed he wasn’t hurting Trevor, but his beast had taken over.

  The need to dominate Craig had never been an issue. Jasper hadn’t been rough with his ex, but he hadn’t exactly been gentle. When his dick stopped pulsing inside Trevor’s hole, he took a chance and looked at his mate. Trevor was smiling; a blissed-out grin covered his beautiful face. He was still focused on the wings. Jasper huffed out a laugh. “I know what to use to distract you from now on.”

  “Huh?” Trevor asked, jerking his hand back.


  Jasper let go of a full body laugh, shaking his head. “You are something else, you know that?”

  “So are you. Have you seen these things?”

  “I might have gotten a glimpse once or twice.” He kissed Trevor softly, hoping the tender gesture would take away from any pain he caused elsewhere. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Fuck no. That was amazing!”

  Jasper retracted his wings as he pulled out of Trevor’s body. He flopped down on his side, rolling Trevor over with him. “Are you sure? I kind of got carried away.” He searched his eyes for the truth, but only saw excitement.

  “Yeah, dude, that was intense. But when I was touching your wings? Holy shit! It was like I had dropped acid or something.”

  “You’ve dropped acid?” Jasper was shocked. He could see Trevor rolling a joint every now and then, but anything stronger…

  “Once when I was in college. I was trying to prove I wasn’t the loser geek. I failed miserably. I saw more fucked up things than Creedence Clearwater Revival looking out their back door.”

  Jasper was surprised Trevor knew the old band, and told him as much.

  “I’m so much more than just a mere head banger, I’ll have you know.”

  “You banged my head pretty damn good,” Jasper purred into his ear. He was getting hard again, but had something different in mind. “Let’s take a shower.”

  “Jas, I need to tell you something.”

  “What is it, Baby?”

  “I see your eyes, and your hair. Your gorgeous body. I see you.”

  “I see you, too. It’s the mate bond connecting us on a deeper level.”

  Trevor frowned. “No, I feel that, but what I’m trying to say is that I can see you. Your blue eyes, your red hair. The tone of your skin.”

  “You can see colors now?”

  “Yeah,” he whispered, that beautiful smile lighting his whole face. “You fixed me.”