~~ Chapter One ~~

“Grayson Quinton….”

Grayson walked to the stage and received his diploma among
shouts and cheers from the crowded football stadium. He turned to
face where he knew his family was sitting, and waved the diploma.
After sitting in the hot Washington sun for another half an hour
listening to speeches, they were finally allowed to throw their caps
in the air. Grayson stayed where he was and waited for his family
to join him. He was patted on the back by his friends, and hugged
by a few girls. He finally saw his older brother, Sawyer, weaving
through the crowd of excited graduates, along with his boyfriend
Troy.

“Hey, little brother!” Sawyer scooped up Grayson and hugged him.
“Congrat’s on graduating!”

“Thanks.” Grayson smiled at the rest of the family as they walked
over. His brother Xander had a wicked look on his face. “Oh no,
what the hell, Xander?” Grayson chuckled.

“What?” Xander looked around and leaned into his brother’s ear. “I
just touched that guy’s ass.” Xander pointed to a blonde haired
kid.

“Jesus, horny much?” Grayson rolled his eyes.

“Hey! Neither one of us is getting any action, what with being
mateless and all.” Xander mussed his brother’s hair.

Grayson smiled as his father, Wyatt, Nadine and Joe waded
through the crowd with Sam and Dakota. Sam hugged Grayson
and kissed his forehead.

“So? Are you ready for Anchorage and your new internship?” Sam
asked.

“Heck yeah.” Grayson laughed as his father arched a brow.
“What? You always say I cuss too much.”

John grabbed his son and held him close. “I’m so proud of you.
You know that, don’t you? I couldn’t have asked for better sons.”

“Thanks Dad.” Grayson closed his eyes. His father had been there
for every moment in his sons’ lives. Taking time off work to attend

parent teacher conferences, graduations and even teaching them
to drive. “I love you.”

“I’m going to miss you so much.” John sighed, pulling away. He
palmed his son’s face. “Where did the time go?”

“I’m still small, Dad.” Wyatt looked up at his father.

John picked up his son. “Yes, you are. You’re so grown up too.”

“So? Who’s up for dinner?” Dakota rubbed his hands together.
“We have to get some good food, before we send Xander and
Grayson off to Anchorage.”

“Who will I cook for?” Nadine sighed. “All you boys are leaving.”

“That’s not true, Nadine.” Troy smiled, hugging her. “You have me
and Sam to feed. Plus Mateo and Riley are coming for a visit with
Josh and Mark soon. Then we have the weddings in August up in
Vancouver.”

“I can’t wait!” Nadine giggled. “My four boys getting married.”
Nadine winked at Sam, D Thakota, Sawyer and Troy.

“I wanna get married.” Wyatt pouted. “Where is my mate?”

John looked at Dakota and shook his head. “Wyatt, we’ve told you
—”

“I know I have one!” Wyatt growled.

“Okay, okay.” Dakota rubbed Wyatt’s back. “Come here, little
man.” Dakota took Wyatt from John and held him tight. “Calm
down, we’ll go get some ice cream.”

Sam took Dakota’s hand, as they all made their way to the parking
lot. The group headed out to Fisherman’s Joint for lobster and
crab. Once seated around the large round table, the group
discussed the weddings and the boys’ new internship at Drake
and Drake Architectural. John told his boys he’d gotten them a
secure apartment in the heart of downtown Anchorage.

“Taylor and Jagger’s office isn’t too far away, and they look
forward to working with you two.” John winked at his sons. They’d
all inherited the drawing gene from their mother, as well as her
emerald eyes. “The house will seem so empty.” John sighed.

“Is that a hint that Troy and I need to get busy faster, Dad?” Sawyer
arched a brow.

“I’m not going to hint.” Nadine looked at the men at the table. “I’m

telling you to hurry up. We need some babies around here.”
Nadine winked at Wyatt. “The little one’s getting too big.”

“Thank you, Nay!” Wyatt giggled.

“Well, it’s true.” Nadine kissed Wyatt’s cheek. “You won’t even
watch Sponge Bob with me anymore.”

Sam looked at his mother and shook his head.

“What happened to ‘Cartoons are full of violence’? Huh, Mom?”
Sam narrowed his eyes.

“That’s the Looney Tunes cartoons. They are constantly flying over
cliffs and becoming pancakes on the ground.” Nadine sighed.

“It’s funny.” Wyatt laughed.

Dakota waved at the waiter, and smiled at the table dominated by
the men he called his family.

“We’ll have the bucket of crab legs.” Dakota handed the waiter the
menu. “And keep them coming.” Dakota turned his attentions to
Xander and Grayson. He had a sneaky suspicion that they were
Taylor and Jagger’s mates. The morning meeting of the packs

over a year ago had convinced him that Jagger was either
Grayson or Xander’s mate. He was leaning towards Xander in
Jagger’s case. When Carson had slapped Jagger, Xander had
reacted in anger. And although Taylor hadn’t been present that
morning, Grayson had reacted as well. “So, you guys are leaving
on the first flight out.”

Xander nodded, looking at Grayson.

“Yes, we want to get a feel for Anchorage.” Xander sipped his
soda.

“I’m just going to take a sleeping pill.” Grayson shivered.

“Oh, that’s right.” Dakota smiled. “I forgot you hate flying.”

“No, flying is fine. It’s the crashing part I’m not a fan of.” Grayson
drawled.

Xander took his brother’s hand. “It’s going to be fine.” Xander
turned his attentions back to Dakota. “So you’ll vouch for t Grhese
guys? I mean, the last time I saw that Jagger guy, he was with his
dad.”

Dakota nodded. “Trust me, Jagger want’s nothing to do with his
father. Neither does Taylor. You guys have to remember, Jagger

saved Sawyer’s ass during the fight.”

Sawyer nodded, looking at his brothers.

“He’s right. Jagger and his brother, Taylor fought their own father
that night. Besides Xander, didn’t you say Jagger was hot?”
Sawyer smiled, as his brother’s face went red.

“Love how you can’t remember anything else, but that you

do

remember.” Xander rolled his eyes.

“Well, I sent them some of your drawings and they couldn’t wait to
take you guys under their wing. They just used some of my plans
for a guy. I can’t remember his name, but he’s opening a hotel in
Egypt and wanted something different. I think we gave him that.”
Sawyer smiled.

John took his son’s hands in his own.

“I’m very proud of both of you. I’m blessed with four sons.” John
took his hands away and wiped his eyes.

“Aw dad, don’t cry.” Grayson hugged his father. “We’ll call you
every day, I promise.”

“Just be happy.” John smiled.

~~

Grayson sat on the bench across form the Anchorage Fire
Department with his bagel and coffee. They’d been in Anchorage
a few days now, just getting a feel for the town. It was warm out
and the sky was rich, clear blue. Xander was seated next to him,
and they were watching the firemen clean the big red truck. Water
splashed all over the large burly men and soap bubbles coated
their naked chests.

“Jesus, I’m fucking drooling.” Grayson wiped his mouth with his
sleeve.

“Look at the way that dark-haired guy moves.” Xander’s mouth
dropped. “Look at that

ass.”

Grayson giggled. “I love this; it’s like a free show.” They had
already settled into their new apartment, and Riley had made sure

it was furnished before they even stepped foot in it. Riley Flynn-
Esposito was one of the kindest billionaires Grayson had the
pleasure of knowing. Riley was married to Mateo Esposito; they’d
met when Mateo and Josh Montgomery came down to give Troy
back-up, when Troy’s crazy stalker ex-boyfriend had almost ended
his life. Sawyer, Dakota and Sam were forced into changing Troy
into a werewolf to save his life. Riley had taken it quite well when
he’d found out they were all werewolves.

“So tomorrow’s the big day.” Xander sighed, taking a bite of his
bagel. “We start our new job at Drake and Drake.”

“I know. I’m kinda nervous, you know? I mean, Sawyer and Dakota
vouched for us and we can’t screw this up.” Grayson watched as
one of the firemen flipped his wet hair back, sending water
cascading on another man behind him. A wrestling match ensued,
and Grayson pinched his hardening cock. “My God, I need to have
sex before I combust.”

Xander chuckled. “I’m starting to wonder if maybe we made the
wrong choice staying pure for our mates. What if we don’t find
them until we’re fifty? Or worse, eighty, and our dicksht= don’t work
anymore?”

“That’s what Viagra is for.” Grayson giggled.

“Okay, so with our body chemistry, you’d be willing to take a blue

pill to keep it up? God forbid it affects us differently and we end up
with a raging hard on for four years instead of four hours.”

Grayson furrowed his brows. “God, that would suck.”

“No shit.” Xander laughed.

The bells went off across the street and men were scrambling into
their turnouts. The truck was rolling out of the parking lot minutes
after the alarm sounded. Grayson and Xander waved at the
firemen, as they drove past and smiled when they honked the loud
horn at them.

“I love this place.” Grayson sighed.

“Hey, we better get back. Big day tomorrow and I want to make
sure my suit is pressed.” Xander stood up and threw his coffee
cup into the trashcan next to the bench.

“Yep, tomorrow is a big day. We start work and hopefully a new
chapter in our lives.” Grayson shielded his eyes from the sun with
his hand.

“Hopefully.” Xander winked.

 

~~Chapter Two~~

Grayson looked up at the tall impressive building and whistled.
“Hot damn, Xander.”

“No shit,” Xander’s eyes travelled the length of Drake and Drake
Architectural. “So, what do you make of all this?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going in.” Grayson waggled his eyebrows.

The lobby was wall to wall marble, with very expensive looking art

on the walls. Grayson arched a brow at his brother as they
approached the sign-in desk. Grayson looked at the nameplate.
“Hello, Miss Watt’s, I’m Grayson Quinton and this is my brother
Xander. We have an appointment with Jagger Drake?”

“Yes, you can call me Bianca.” She smiled. “Top floor, last door on
the right,”

“Thank you,” Xander smiled and dragged his brother towards the
elevator. “Jesus, stop flirting Gray.”

“Flirting?” Grayson scowled. “I’m gay, numb nuts.”

“You were smiling.” Xander pushed the button on the elevator.
Seconds passed and it opened. Xander stepped in and punched
the top floor. “You never smile, and you showed teeth.”

“That’s you, ass wipe.” Grayson adjusted his tie and ran his fingers
through his hair. “Ugh, I hate my hair short.”

Xander looked at his own reflection in the metal doors of the
elevator. Short black hair and green eyes reflected back. A grey
suit tailored to fit, hugged his hips and shoulders perfectly. “I know,
but look at us man, we look fucking

spectacular.”

Grayson snorted.” Did you expect anything else?” Grayson turned

to look at his ass in his tight black slacks. “Rawr…”

Xander cracked up. The bell dinged, signaling they had arrived at
their floor, and the doors opened. Xander stepped out and
gripped the wall immediately. “Oh Christ…”

Grayson looked at his brother, and inhaled the air in the hallway.
“Holy shit…”

~~

Jagger sat back, legs spread, cock out. His girlfriend, Vanessa,
was giving him a lunchtime blow job and he was trying desperately
to get hard. He’d been gay since he could remember, but years of
abuse from his father had kept him in the closet, even after the
man was kicked out of their lives. He closed his eyes and dipped
his head back, trying to think of something to make himself hard.
Thinking back to the day they had arrived at the Queets
reservation, he pulled the vision of one of the Queets pack
members. Black hair and amazing green eyes, a body worth
falling to his knees for, entered his mind. Jagger finally felt a

twinge in his cock.

Vanessa moaned, as his member grew hard in her mouth and
sucked the rim of his cock harder. Jagger buried his fingers in her
hair and imagined kissing the guy from that day. His dad, Carson
Drake, wanted Dakota in the folds of the Denali pack and he and
his brother Taylor figured out why. Dakota Cadotte was one hell of
a powerful wolf. More powerful than any they’d ever encountered,
and Wayne the park ranger, turned out to be the alpha instead of
their father. That day, over a year ago, was the day that Jagger
had caught a scent that had stayed with him. So much so, that he’d
gone against his father at the meeting, to protect a smaller wolf. In
the process, he came face to face with two dark-haired, green
eyed werewolves.

The bitch of it was Jagger had no clue which one of them was
putting out the scent. He’d hoped it was the taller one, but he’d
never gotten a chance to delve into the matter more. Work got in
the way. That and being the pack’s beta. Jagger had taken over
the beta duties at the request of Wayne after his father, Carson,
had been kicked out of the pack. But the day he’d seen that man
from the Queets pack, he’d thought of nothing else since.
Vanessa’s fingers dipped to his perineum and Jagger imagined
kissing the guy from the Queets pack. He gripped Vanessa’s hair
harder.

“Stop it, Jag. You’re choking me.” Vanessa whined.

“Sorry.” Jagger mumbled. He closed his eyes again and thought of
that beautiful face that tan skin…that amazing body…

~~

Xander was barely making it down the hall and the further he got,
the stronger the scent became. Grayson was having the same
problem. As they got to the end of the hall, the door to the office
was cracked and Xander knocked once, before stepping in with
Grayson right at his side. Xander stopped and his mouth dropped
open. Right there at the desk, was the man from the morning
meeting of the packs.

“Holy shit!” Xander shouted.

“Jesus Christ!” Grayson dropped his briefcase.

“Fuck!” Jagger was so shocked, he tried to get up with Vanessa
still attached to his crotch, and ended up falling over in the chair.
He hit the floor with a loud crack and scrambled to zip up his

slacks, pushing Vs.

“Did we come at a bad time?” Xander asked, sarcastically. “Pun
intended.”

Vanessa wiped her mouth, looking at the two men at the door.
“Don’t you knock?”

Xander rapped his knuckles on the door loudly. “Better?” Xander
narrowed his eyes at the man behind the desk. “Jagger Drake?”

“Yes…” Jagger felt two inches tall. By the attitude and aroma
permeating from the man, he was looking at his mate.

“Well, we’ll just give you a few minutes to collect yourselves.”
Xander shot Jagger a look of unadulterated anger and slammed
the door, leaving him and Grayson in the hallway.

“Dude,” Grayson exhaled finally. “That was your mate.”

“Ya don’t say?” Xander leaned against the wall and sighed.
“Great.”

“Mine is that way.” Grayson pointed across the hall.

“Shit.” Xander looked at Grayson. “Our mates are brothers?”

Grayson looked at the door across the hall. “Taylor Drake, yep.
Are you okay?”

“I’m so pissed; I could scratch her eyes out.” Xander closed his
eyes and balled his fists.

“What do you want to do? We can leave.” Grayson hugged his
brother.

“You’d do that?” Xander looked at his brother. “But this is such a
great opportunity, Gray.”

“Not if it hurts you, it’s not.” Grayson shook his head. “Just say the
word.”

“Let’s see what blow-job man has to say.” Xander sighed.

~~

Taylor rode the elevator back up to his office annoyed, the stupid
blonde bimbo at his side was grating on his last nerve. He’d love
to shout at her “I love the cock!” But he’d promised Jagger he’d
play it cool until her father signed off on their plans. He hated
playing the straight guy, but just like his brother, years of being told
gay was bad was still engrained in him. It’s not like they needed,
oh shit, what the fuck was her name again?

“Um, sweetie?” Taylor crooned.

“It’s Brianna. You know I

hate

it when you call me sweetie.” She

sighed.

“Yes, sorry.” Taylor rolled his eyes. It’s not like they needed
Brianna’s father’s money. They were very well established and
didn’t need shit from anyone anymore. Taylor tried to think of sexy,
sweaty men whenever he had to kiss the whiny, spoiled, brat
Brianna. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard and his dick
actually

hid.

“So, what are your plans today?”

Please say you

have to shop, or get your nails done, or go on an extended
vacation…

“I have to get a dress for the dinner party, silly.” Brianna looked at
Taylor. “Remember?”

“It’s a week s taway.” Taylor shook his head. “You have time.”
Taylor almost laughed at the shocked look on her face. “What?”

“Are you serious? I have to get a one of a kind dress, I can’t be
seen in the same dress as some

other

woman.”

The doors to the elevator opened and Taylor opened his mouth to
speak. The smell hit his nostrils and travelled straight to his cock.
He pushed Brianna out of the way and looked down the hallway,
two men stood against the wall. He pumped the air with his fist
mentally, his mate was a man. Hell yeah and thank the fucking
gods above! He took two steps and one of them stiffened, turning
to look in his direction. Taylor felt his teeth elongating and tried to
control himself, as the other man walked towards him.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod……

“Taylor?”

Brianna’s voice brought him to a screeching halt. His canines
receded; the man approaching him stopped and looked from him
to Brianna. “Oh God no…” Taylor looked at Brianna. “Um, I have
work to do.”

“Yeah? So?” Brianna wrapped her arms around his neck. “I have
work, too.”

Taylor tried to push her off, but her lips landed firmly on his. He
heard the sharp intake of breath down the hall, and cursed himself
mentally. “I’m at work, Brianna.”

Brianna looked down the hall and narrowed her eyes. “Who are
they?”

“My appointments, see you later.” Taylor tried to brush her off but
she kept at him like a rabid pit bull, grabbing his dick through his
slacks. “Brianna!” Taylor pulled away.

“Fine,” Brianna pouted. “No lunch sex for you.” Brianna turned on
her heel and walked back towards the elevators.

“Thank God.” Taylor sighed and turned his attentions to the man in
the hallway. The anger coming from the man was expected, the
hurt, a surprise. Great, he was not making a good first impression.
He approached the man and saw that he wasn’t quite a man yet,
maybe nineteen. The black hair was cut short and Taylor’s mouth
dropped open at his eyes. They were so beautiful, he found
himself entranced. Taylor stuck his hand out, his eyes never
leaving the younger mans. “Taylor Drake.”

“Well, at least you weren’t getting a blow job.” Xander snorted.

Grayson looked at the hand being offered, and then back up at his
mates face. “No offense, I have no idea where it’s been.”

Taylor bristled at the comment. “Look, I’m sorry about that, it’s a
long—”

“Don’t bother,” Grayson waved his hand in the air. “Between you
and your brother, my brother and I are pretty saddened by our lot in
life when it comes to mates. We thought they would at least be
gay, but you’re getting kissed and jack ass there,” Grayson jerked
his thumb to the door behind him. “Was getting a blow job.”

“Oh Christ,” Taylor moaned. He could see why his mate was upset.
“Can I at least have your name?”

“Oh yeah sure, that’s all you’ll get from me. Grayson Quinton,
Queets pack.”

“Look Grayson, could we please just talk?” Taylor moved closer to
his mate. “I’ve been waiting a long time for my mate; I don’t want to
blow this.”

“Interesting choet.ice of words,” Grayson arched a brow.

The door to Jagger’s office opened and Vanessa swept out, her
gaze lingering on Taylor, then on the other two men.

“Taylor,” Vanessa hissed, between clenched teeth.

“Slut.” Taylor sneered.

“Fuck you.” Vanessa spat at him and turned on her heel, striding
for the elevator.

“Not in this lifetime.” Taylor waved at her. Taylor realized Grayson
was staring at him. “I can’t stand her, she’s a gold digger.”

“Yes, well tall and delicious was getting blown by gold digger.”
Xander rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. “I’m already
tired and I just want to go home.”

“Come on,” Grayson grabbed Xander’s hand and started for the
elevator. “Nice to meet you guys.” Grayson gave Taylor a sarcastic
smile. “I’m lying by the way.”

“Wait, please.” Taylor put his hand on Grayson’s bicep. “Please
just…”

“Just what?” Grayson looked at his mate.

They all turned, as Jagger ran out into the hall, his eyes fell on
Xander. He walked over quickly and took Xander by the shoulders.

“God I’m so sorry, I have no excuse for my behavior.” Jagger
looked into his mates eyes. “What is your name?”

Xander sighed. “Xander Quinton, Queets pack. We’ve met.”

“I remember,” Jagger nodded. “You are hard to forget.”

Xander snapped to attention. “What?”

Jagger opened his mouth, only to hear his secretary’s voice
coming from down the hall. He cursed softly and looked at Xander.
“Please don’t leave, give me a chance.”

Xander tilted his head; he’d never forgotten this man from the
moment he’d laid eyes on him. Dirty blonde hair and amazing blue
eyes and a body… “Okay, I won’t leave.” Xander smiled as Jagger
exhaled. “You have five minutes to plead your case.”

“What about me?” Taylor looked at Grayson. “Do I have five
minutes?”

“You,” Grayson narrowed his eyes. “Have two.”

“What?” Taylor’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, come on.”

Grayson looked at his watch. “Fifty eight…”

“Okay, shit!” Taylor grabbed Grayson and walked briskly towards
his office.

Jagger looked at Xander and put his hand out, indicating they
should go in his office. Xander walked in and looked at the chair
his mate had just occupied; he closed his eyes and tried to get rid
of the image. “Do I have to be in here?”

Jagger cursed softly. “We can go across the hall, if that’s more
comfortable.”

“Yes, please.” Xander turned and walked across the hall. He
stepped into the office and looked around. A large oak desk sat in
the corner and filing cabinets lined the far wall. The other three
walls were glass, Xander walked to the one furthest from Jagger,
looking out across the city of Anchorage.

“Let me justall tell Carol to hold my calls, okay?” Jagger watched
his mate at the window, now that he’d finally met him, he couldn’t
bear to lose him. “Xander?”

“Yeah, sure.” Xander sighed. He heard the door click and hung his
head. What the hell had he ever done to deserve this? A mate that
got blown by women? Just great. It seemed like seconds and
Jagger was back, the door clicked shut softly and Xander heard
Jagger cross the room to him.

“Xander, please look at me.” Jagger’s hand hovered by Xander’s,
he wanted to touch him in some small way. From the moment he’d
laid eyes on this man, he’d never forgotten him.

Xander raised his eyes to his mates and saw the worry in them.
“What’s the point? You were with a woman, this will never work.”

“It’s complicated Xander; I know what it looked like when you
walked in—”

“Really? Wow, where I come from if a chick is sucking your dick,
you’re getting a blow job. Is Anchorage different? Is it called
something else?”

“No,” Jagger sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, this is
going to take a lot longer to explain and I’d rather do it somewhere
else. Will you go to dinner with me tonight?”

“Why? There’s nothing to say is there?” Xander moved to the door

and felt Jagger’s hand in his. The reaction was immediate; Xander
cursed his body for betraying him.

“Please give me a chance Xander.” Jagger pulled Xander around
to face him; his hand caressed the soft skin of Xander’s face. “We
just found each other.”

Xander closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “When?”

Jagger relaxed a bit. “Tonight? I’ll pick you up and take you out?”

Xander sighed and closed his eyes. “Alright.”

~~Chapter Three~~

Taylor paced his office thinking of what to say to his mate. Nothing
he was thinking sounded right and he knew he’d fail miserably. He
stopped pacing, looking at Grayson. “I’m not into women.”

Grayson arched a brow. “Really? You deserve an Oscar then.”

Taylor sighed. “Look, Brianna’s father, Harold Levine, has hired
Jagger and I to design a building that’s going to be worth millions
to us. I’m just…” Taylor struggled for an explanation.

“Whoring yourself out?” Grayson looked at his watch. “Less than a
minute.”

Taylor opened his mouth to protest and realized that was exactly
what he was doing. He let out a defeated sigh, meeting head on
with Grayson. “Yes, I guess you’re right, but I don’t love her and I
haven’t fucked her.”

“But you’re not a virgin…are you?” Grayson felt his throat
constricting, as Taylor shook his head sadly. “I saved myself for
nothing.” Grayson looked at the floor. “I never even kissed anyone.”

He whispered.

Taylor sucked in a breath. His mate was pure? Oh fuck. “Shit,

Grayson, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to make this up to you.”

“You can’t,” Grayson looked at Taylor, blue eyes looked back at
him and Grayson could see the sadness there. “It was unrealistic
of me to think my mate would wait for the day we would meet. I just
wanted to save myself for the one I was meant to be with.” Grayson
shook his head. “I look at you and I…” Grayson choked back a
sob. “I’m so stupid.” Grayson opened the door and looked back at
Taylor. “Enjoy Brianna.”

Taylor flew to the door and shut it, sandwiching Grayson against it
with his body. “Give me a chance, please Grayson. I’ll do whatever
I can to make it up to you.” Taylor lifted Grayson’s face to his own
gently with his fingertips. “Please?”

Grayson’s body almost combusted with Taylor’s proximity. “I…I
don’t know…”

Taylor leaned in and kissed Grayson’s neck softly, letting his lips
trail up the rapid pulse. “Just meet me for dinner, lunch, breakfast,
coffee, anything,” Taylor kissed the soft skin, inhaling his mates
arousing scent. “Please?” He whispered.

“O-Okay.” Grayson trembled under Taylor’s touch, his dick was so
hard, he thought it would burst out of his expensive slacks.
“When?”

“Whenever you want.” Taylor backed away slowly, missing the heat
of his mate instantly.

Grayson pulled himself together and straightened his suit, lifting
his jaw he took a deep breath. “Fine, you can pick me up tonight,
six sharp. I believe human resources have our address.”

Taylor opened the door, escorting Grayson out of his office. They
ran into Xander leaving Jagger’s, both of them stood, watching
their mates walk towards the elevator. Taylor smiled, as Grayson
turned to look at him one more time before getting on the elevator.
Xander gave a half wave as they stepped on. As soon as the
doors closed, Jagger let out a long overdue breath.

“Christ,” Jagger ran his hands over his face. “What the fuck was I
thinking? I almost lost him before I got him.”

Taylor slumped against the wall. “I’m so screwed; I can’t see
Brianna anymore you know that right? I love you Jagger, but that’s
my mate and I will not hurt him anymore than I already have.”

“I know, don’t worry about it.” Jagger looked at his brother. “I’m

ending things with Vanessa.”

“The Queets pack,” Taylor looked at his brother and chuckled
softly. “Who knew they would be our mates?”

Jagger narrowed his eyes. “I know one person who would.”

Taylor’s head snapped up. “Son of a bitch! Dakota!”

Jagger grabbed Taylor’s arm. “I think we need to make a phone
call.”

~~

Dakota sat back with his cup of coffee and picked up the phone
before it even rang. “Hello Jagger.”

“What the fuck?” Jagger suckedDak in a breath.

“I see you’ve found your mates. I can hear your thoughts now.”
Dakota sat back and winked at Sam. “It won’t be long before the
power hits you too, the longer you spend with Grayson and
Xander, the more powerful you’ll become.”

“Thanks for the heads up, Dakota.” Jagger sighed.

“Hey I wasn’t absolutely sure, I just had a feeling. So, how did it
go?”

“I think you know if you’ve heard our thoughts.” Jagger sighed,
looking at Taylor.

“Oh I do, I just wanted to hear you say it.” Dakota giggled. “Tread
carefully boys, we’ll see you in August.”

“Thanks so much, Dakota.” Jagger sat down in his chair. “Any
advice before you hang up?”

“Yes,” Dakota sighed and sipped his coffee. “Beg, because so far
what I’ve heard is not encouraging.”

“Great,” Jagger looked at Taylor. “We’ll see you soon, Dakota.
Take care.” Jagger hung up and looked at Taylor. “I know you
heard that.”

Taylor slumped in the chair next to his brother’s desk. “Flowers?
Candy? What the hell do you bring to a male mate?”

“Jerky?” Jagger tried to smile.

“We are so screwed.” Taylor put his face in his hands.

~~

Xander watched the city of Anchorage fly by through the cab
window; their father had secured them an apartment close to work
and in a nice neighborhood. They had a Mexican restaurant
across the street and the apartment required a key to get in the
front door, that or you had to be buzzed in. The cab flew down
Fourth Ave and turned onto Fifth, the apartment building came into
view and Xander pulled on Grayson’s sleeve.

“We’re here.”

Grayson paid the cab fare and they both stood on the sidewalk,
looking up at the massive height of the apartments.

“Well, let’s get changed.” Grayson sighed.

Opening the door, Xander allowed his brother to enter first; they
then took elevator to the fourth floor and walked the hallway to their
unit. Xander unlocked the door and they both walked in, a sofa and
loveseat occupied one wall and a large plasma TV covered the
wall adjacent. Xander walked to his room and dropped his
briefcase on the bed; he lay down and stared at the ceiling. The
bed dipped with the weight of his brother and they lay still, not
speaking for a few moments.

“Jesus, it would be so much easier if they were ugly.” Xander
chuckled.

“No shit.” Grayson cracked up. “You want the shower first?”

“Nah, go ahead.”

Grayson striped off his suit and hung it back up in the closet; he
stepped into the shower and adjusted the water to his preferred
temperature. He sighed as the hot water flowed over his body
warming it. He closed his eyes and felt Taylor’s lips on his neck,
his fingerghts brushed the area and Goosebumps popped up on
his skin. He had to admit he was attracted to Taylor Drake; the
man was so hot, he was scorching. Grayson sighed and rubbed
shampoo into his hair, he massaged his scalp, missing his longer
tresses. He’d cut his hair shorter for the job, looking professional
meant not looking like a hippie with a ponytail. Rinsing any
remaining soap out of his hair, he turned the water off and stepped
out, wrapping a towel around his hips and cleared the mirror of
fog. Green eyes looked back from his reflection and Grayson
sighed.

“I hope I don’t regret this.”

~~

By six O’clock that evening Xander was about to jump out of skin.
He and Grayson were pacing the living room floor, waiting for the
Drake brother’s to make their appearance. Xander fidgeted in his
crisp, pressed beige chinos, a gift from Troy for the new job.
Grayson paced in his own black pair. Both wore white short
sleeved button up shirts and Xander stopped pacing to look at his
brother.

“You look good.”

“Yeah?” Grayson turned in a slow circle. “Am I kissable?”

“Ew,” Xander made a face.

The buzzer sounded and Grayson froze. “It’s them.”

Xander walked to the keypad and pressed the buzzer letting them

in. He looked at the door calculating how long it would take them to
take the elevator up and make it to their unit. “I might puke.”
Xander whispered.

Grayson stared at the door and heard the footsteps drawing
closer, a shadow passed under the door and soft voices could be
heard. The bell rang for their apartment and Grayson almost
jumped out of his loafers. “Get it.”

“You get it!” Xander hissed.

“Fine!” Grayson walked to the door and threw it open. His heart
stopped in his chest and he actually had to remind himself to
breathe. Taylor stood with a blue button up short sleeved shirt, with
faded blue jeans that hugged every damn curve he had. “Shit.”

Taylor cocked his head to the side. “Everything okay?”

“Um, yeah, sure.” Grayson backed away from the door motioning
Taylor in; he looked at Xander and mouthed.

Oh. My. God!

Xander swore he was hyperventilating, Jagger walked in right
behind his brother. Black jeans hugged a perfect outline of the
man’s cock and curved down his massive thighs. A white polo
shirt completed the outfit and Xander wanted to weep at how
beautiful his mate was. “Um, hi.”

“Hi,” Jagger actually felt his cheeks flush, Xander looked
gorgeous. “So, I thought we could hit Seafort Grill? They have
really good food. Do you like seafood?”

“Yes, I do.” Xander grabbed his wallet and keys and looked at
Grayson. “So, I’ll see you later?”

“Yep, have a good time.” Grayson smiled at his brother, as Jagger
placed a hand at the small of his back, leading him out into the
hall. The door shut and Grayson was left with Taylor in the
apartment. Grayson forced his mouth closed. Taylor Drake
belonged on a bill board in the middle of Times Square, in
unheiderwear, preferably see-through.

“So I um,” Taylor ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t know what
you liked, so I picked a place that had a little of everything.”

“Okay,” Grayson grabbed his keys and made his way to the door.

“Here, let me get that.” Taylor opened the door and tried to decide
of he should touch Grayson or not. In the end, he placed his hand
on Grayson’s lower back and tried to breathe normally.

They made their way out to the street; Taylor walked Grayson to
his car and opened the door for him.

“Wow, nice car.” Grayson looked at the black Jaguar. “XK?”

“Yeah,” Taylor grinned. “How did you know?”

“I love these cars.” Grayson got in and ran his hand over the
leather seats. His eyes took in the perfectly spotless interior and
he smiled. Taylor knew how to take care of his car. “It’s beautiful.”

Taylor slid in behind the wheel, turning in the seat to look at
Grayson. “So are you.”

Grayson felt his face burning and managed a smile. “Thank you.”

“I mean it Grayson,” Taylor leaned over in the seat, he couldn’t help
but run his fingers through Grayson’s hair. “Everything about you.”
Taylor whispered.

“It was you in the forest.” Grayson looked at Taylor. “I was there, I
smelled you.”

“I thought I saw someone, but I couldn’t be sure.” Taylor sat back in
the seat. “I almost went crazy with your scent but I couldn’t stay, I
knew my Dad was on his way and I wanted to warn Dakota.”
Taylor looked over at Grayson. “Just give me a chance please?”

“Well, let’s go then.” Grayson smiled, as he sat back in the
comfortable seat. “I could get used to this.” He chuckled.

“I hope so.” Taylor looked at Grayson in the passenger seat of his
car, he belonged there. “I really do.”

~~

Xander stood on the street with his mouth dropped open. Jagger’s
car was a fucking Aston Martin, Rapide. He almost came right
there looking at it.

“Xander?” Jagger looked at Xander breathing hard.

“Yes?” Xander couldn’t tear his eyes away from the silver orgasm
in the street.

“Dinner?” Jagger unlocked the car with his remote and opened the

door for Xander.

Xander slid into the car like silk, he sat back drinking in the cars
scent. Jagger got in behind the wheel and Xander took that
opportunity to look him over. Slowly. Strong muscular biceps
flexed as Jagger turned the wheel of the car, merging into traffic.
The dirty blonde hair was cut short and styled perfectly. Jagger’s
face was freshly shaved. The smell of cologne wafted up his
nostrils and Xander hardened in his chinos. “So, when did you get
this car?”

“After the first sale, Grayson and I made a fortune and I’d always
wanted one of these.”

“Drake, Jagger Drake.” Xander giggled.

“Ah, so I see you get the James Bond connection.” Jagger
laughed.

“Of course!” Xander sat back and closed his eyes, he felt fingers
threading with his and looked over at Jagger.

“Is this okay?” Jagger held Xander’s hand.

“Yes, it is.” Xander looked at his gorgeous mate. “Can I ask you a
personal question?”

“We’re mates Xander, you can ask me anything.”

“Are you, well I mean have you…” Xander fidgeted, nervously.

“I’m not a virgin Xander; I can’t tell you how sorry I am to have to tell
you that. I just figured I’d never find my mate. My Dad was so
against gays, I just figured I’d never be with a man. I’m so sorry.”

“Were you though? Have you been with a man?”

“Not sexually, I mean no penetration. I’ve been with women.”

“So you kind of are a virgin in that aspect? You know the guy one?”
Xander felt a renewed sense of hope.

“Well I guess if you look at it that way then yes, I am a virgin.”
Jagger felt the squeeze on his hand from Xander and smiled. The
restaurant came into view and Jagger pulled into the parking lot
and cut the engine. Turning in his seat, he looked at Xander’s
smiling face. “So I guess we have some new territory to cover, if
you allow me into your life.”

“I…” Xander removed his hand from Jagger’s, clasping them
together.

“What? Did I assume too much?” Jagger held his breath.

“I’ve never kissed anyone.” Xander whispered into his lap.

Jagger tried to cover his shock, but ended up doing a poor job of
it. Xander’s face shot up at his quick intake of breath. “Never?”

“No,” Xander blushed furiously.

Jagger leaned across the seat, pulling Xander’s face up to his
own gently. Xander’s big green eyes searched his, as Jagger
leaned in and softly brushed Xander’s lips. A soft whimper
escaped Xander’s mouth and Jagger forced himself back from the
kiss. He looked at Xander’s innocent face, his eyes were still
closed. “Was that alright?”

“Yes,” His lips were still tingling from his first kiss.

Jagger took a deep breath. “Are you ready for dinner?”

“Yes I am.”

Jagger exited the vehicle, and came around to Xander’s side,
opening the door for him. They walked in to the restaurant with

Jagger’s hand on Xander’s elbow. Jagger spoke to the Maître D
and they were seated in the back with a view of the ocean. He
smiled and nodded to the waiter, as they were brought menus.

“Would you like to start with some wine, Mr. Drake?” The waiter
asked.

“No, thank you. Just water will be fine.” Jagger looked at Xander.
“Unless you’d like something else?”

“No, water is fine thank you.” Xander looked over the menu, trying
to keep the surprise off his face at the prices. He leaned over and
looked at Jagger, speaking quietly. “You didn’t have to b Xaring
me here; I’m fine with a burger, Jagger.”

“Sorry, I just didn’t know where you’d like to eat. Is this too much?”

Xander looked at the lobster plate and smiled. “No, for tonight I’ll
let it slide.”

Jagger laughed softly. “Look, I really want to explain what
happened this morning. Vanessa is the daughter of Frank Dubois,
he’s the manager of one of the biggest law firms in the city and
Vanessa and I were friends. Over time, I started taking her to
functions with me, you know, black tie affairs and such.” Jagger
sipped his water. “Well, it started with a kiss good night and then

another and another and before I knew it, she’d made me her
boyfriend. My whole life my father told me being gay was a sin;
Taylor and I were abused on a daily basis by that man. The day
your pack showed up to get Dakota back, we were finally free of
him.” Jagger sat back in the chair and sighed. “But abuse like that
stays with you Xander, and as hard as Taylor and I have tried to be
true to ourselves, it’s hard to unlearn lessons.”

“I remember your dad.” Xander’s brows furrowed. “When he
slapped you I got angry, at least now I know why.”

“I remember thinking you looked so gorgeous that day, Jesus you
look gorgeous any day at any time. I’m so happy you’re my mate,
Xander.”

“Do you…love Vanessa?” Xander nervously played with his water
glass.

“No Xander, I don’t.” Jagger reached across the table to take
Xander’s hand. “Look, I know I kissed you in the car, but I can’t do
that again.” Jagger saw the surprise on Xander’s face. “Wait, no
not like that,” Jagger took a deep breath. “I’m not a cheater and I
need to end things with Vanessa before I kiss you again, I mean if
you want me to kiss you again.”

Xander looked at Jagger’s full lips and licked his own. “Yes I
would, I’ve been waiting for my mate to do, well, everything. I have

years of pent up sexual need.” Xander blushed.

Jagger fought to control his lupine side from emerging. “How old
are you?” Jagger tilted his head.

“Almost twenty, you?”

“I’ll be twenty four, August fourth.”

“But you have experience right? Well more than me.” Xander
smiled when Jagger nodded. “Good, you can teach me things and
I want to learn every inch of you.”

Jagger’s cock sprung up from his jeans and pushed the limits of
the denim. “Oh lord,” Jagger moaned, trying to adjust his dick. “As
soon as we’re done with dinner, I’m going to break it off with
Vanessa, I promise.”

“So, you do want me then?” Xander looked into Jagger’s beautiful,
pale blue eyes.

“Oh yes, Xander Quinton.” Jagger played with Xander’s fingers. “I
want you.”

~~Chapter Four~~

Grayson watched in total fascination, as Taylor sucked the meat
right off his riiv b bone. The meat, slathered in Barbeque sauce,
slipped past those gorgeous full lips and a bone emerged clean.
Grayson licked his lips, as Taylor repeated the process. Jesus, it
was fucking erotic the way the man ate ribs, he sucked them like a
professional hooker. Grayson suddenly had a vision of himself,
sliding his cock past Taylor’s lips. He’d grip those dirty blonde
locks and watch as his dick slid in and out of Taylor’s hot wet—

“Grayson?”

“Huh?” Grayson was brought out of his dick-sucking fantasy, by
Taylor’s smooth-as- fucking-silk voice. “Yes?”

“I asked if you wanted another plate of ribs?” Taylor slid the rib
bone into his mouth slowly, watching Grayson’s Adam’s apple bob
up and down. It became obvious after the first three ribs, that he’d
gotten Grayson’s attention solely on his mouth, just by sliding a rib
in. He wasn’t trying to tease him at first, but now…

“Well, I’ve had two already.” Grayson swallowed hard, as Taylor
played with the rib bone on his tongue. Grayson grabbed his glass
of water and contemplated pouring it over his head; he was so
damn hot he needed a fire extinguisher. “So, you were going to tell
me about,” Grayson shivered. “Her.”

Taylor wiped his hands off and put them on the table; he took a
deep breath and raised his eyes to Grayson’s. “At first I was just
her date to functions you know? Then she started getting touchy
feely with me and then the kissing started.” Taylor sighed. “I know I
should have put a stop to it, I do not get excited around women, I
never have. My first time was with—” Taylor stopped himself, he
didn’t know if Grayson knew that part yet.

Grayson’s eyes went wide. “You were the alphas son?” Taylor
nodded and Grayson looked at his plate. “I mean, I’d heard the
stories of Dakota getting caught with the son of the alpha, but I

didn’t put it together…”

“I’m so sorry Grayson, if I could take it back to be pure for you I
would.” Taylor wanted to touch Grayson, fix it somehow, but he
couldn’t. “Look, as soon as I drop you off, I’m going to Brianna’s to
end this okay? I don’t want to hurt you and I want to be with you
Grayson, if you’ll have me.”

Oh god please say yes…

Grayson smiled wickedly, rolling his fork between his fingers.
“What’s it worth to you?”

“What?” Taylor tilted his head.

“For me to say yes?” Grayson smiled wide, opening up the lines of
communication to Taylor.

Yes, I can hear everything you think,

would you like me to show you how to turn that off?

Taylor nodded slowly, without thinking or speaking

.

Grayson giggled and took Taylor’s hand. “I do want to be with you.”

Taylor’s body finally relaxed for the first time since meeting his
mate. “Okay, good. I’m going to do this right though. This
relationship is going to be perfect.”

“There’s no such thing Taylor, all you can do is love the person you
are with the way you want to be loved, then everything else will fall
into place. We won’t always get along, we are going to butt heads
from time to time, but as long as we have love…” Grayson
shrugged his shoulders. “My parents were very much in love and
when my mother died, it almost destroyed my dad. They had their
fights, but my brother’s and I always knew they loved each otv
hher.”

“Jagger and I lost our Mom when I was two, she was diagnosed
with ovarian cancer but when she found out she was pregnant with
me, she refused treatment.” Taylor sighed, sadly. “I think that has a
lot to do with why my father was so cruel to me; he blamed me for
her death.”

“That’s not your fault, Taylor.” Grayson squeezed his hand. “Those
were her wishes; she obviously loved you very much to put her life
at risk, so that you could live.”

“I don’t remember her too much; by the time they finally got started
treating the cancer, it was too late. My dad was never the same
after she died and Jagger and I walked on egg shells after that.
When we got into High School, is when the gay talks started. I was
in wrestling and football, but my dad always picked on me for the
wrestling part, saying I loved it because I got to roll around on the
floor with men. Then Dakota came into the pack and we became
good friends, I liked him and I thought he was beautiful.” Taylor
looked at Grayson with a sad smile. “When we got caught

together, Dakota got the lesser punishment being kicked out; if I
wasn’t a werewolf I’d be dead at the hands of my father. He beat
me within an inch of my life. So even now I hide the fact that I’m
gay. I can’t make promises Grayson, but I will try to be out with you
as much as I can. I just hope you can be patient with me.”

“As long as I know you actually do want to be with me, I can handle
anything Taylor. I think you are worth waiting for.” Grayson smiled.

“How old are you?” Taylor smiled at Grayson.

“Almost nineteen,” Grayson blushed. “Why? How old are you?”

“Twenty one,” Taylor reached across the table for Grayson’s
hands.
“May I?”

“Of course,”

Taylor held Grayson’s hands and kissed his palm. “I swear, I’ll be
the best boyfriend.”

“Uh huh…” Grayson narrowed his eyes. “Okay listen up and I’ll tell
you how to keep your dirty thoughts to yourself.”

“Hey!” Taylor laughed.

“Deny it, I dare you.” Grayson pointed at Taylor with his fork.

Taylor blushed. “Okay, you got me.”

Grayson leaned over as close as he could get, grinning. “It’s okay,
I’ve got a lot of energy Taylor, and I am thinking the same damn
thing.” Grayson winked.

Taylor groaned and sipped his water. “I should get you back
before I attack you.”

Grayson’s brow rose. “Can’t keep your claws to yourself?”

“Not when I look at you, no.” Taylor motioned to the waiter for the
check.

Taylor paid for the meal and they were back in the car headed for
Grayson’s apartment. His eyes kept drifting from the road to
Grayson’s bulge between his legs. The smell of arousal in the car
was overwhelming. Taylor rolled the window down and wished it
was winter, he was sweating to death. They pulled up in front of the
apartments and Taylor got out of the car, opening Grayson’s door
for him. He walked Grayson all the way up to his unit, standing with
his hands clasped behind his back, as Grayson unlocked the door.

Grayson turned to face him and Taylor bit his lip, to keep from
leaning in.

“So,” Grayson shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Thank
you for dinner, I think we are on the same page now.”

Taylor nodded. “As soon as I talk to Brianna, we are officially
dating. Exclusively right?”

“That’s the only way I’ll have it Taylor, no cheating. At all.” Grayson
looked into Taylor’s eyes. “Can you handle that?”

Taylor stepped into Grayson’s space, forcing him into the door
behind him, his hand gently caressed Grayson’s cheek. Taylor
leaned in, brushing his lips across the soft skin on the side of
Grayson’s neck. “Not only can I handle it, it’s what I want.” Taylor
backed away and took Grayson’s hand kissing it. “Good night,
Grayson.”

“Yeah…night.” Grayson’s mouth dropped open, as Taylor winked
and strode back down the hall. He raised his hand to his neck and
smiled. “Wow.”

“Oh and by the way, nine in the morning tomorrow.”

“Wait, I’m dating the boss, why not ten?” Grayson grinned.

“You want eight?” Taylor hit the button on the elevator.

“Nine’s fine.” Grayson growled playfully.

Taylor’s dick hardened in his jeans and he took a deep breath.
“Night Grayson.”

~~

Jagger was so hard, he was wondering if he could die from a
perpetual erection. The whole dinner consisted of him drooling
over his mate, and making a fool of himself every five minutes.
He’d never been so tongue tied in his life. Now they were in the car
driving back to Xander’s apartment and the only thing Jagger
could think of, was to keep his hands and lips to himself. It wasn’t

easy; he’d wanted Xander from the moment he’d laid eyes on the
man. Those damn eyes seared into his brain, that body, and now
he had his mate right next to him. Jagger pulled up to the curb and
got out of the car. Making his way around to help Xander out, they
walked to the front of the building and Jagger held back.

“If I walk you up there, I’m going to want to kiss you.” Jagger held
Xander’s hand. “I really just want to feel you in my arms. Is that
okay?”

“Yes,” Xander stood unsure of how to proceed next, until Jagger
swept him into an embrace. His arms locked around the taller
man’s neck, as he buried his face in Jagger’s hair, inhaling the
fragrant scent of his shampoo with a hint of cologne. Xander’s dick
responded immediately and he felt Jagger’s own arousal on his
thigh. He leaned back and saw Jagger’s eyes had shifted.

“I should go,” Jagger was surprised at how deep his voice
sounded. His attraction and subsequent arousal to his mate,
making him harder than a steel pipe. He stepped away, smiling.
“Good night Xander, see you tomorrow at nine.”

“Yes, Good night.” Xander breathed, trying to adjust his own
erection. Xander watched Jagger’s ass, as he walked back
around the car and slid in like a damn movie star. All he needed
was the damn Ray Bans and the man could model. He watched
the Aston Martin, until it turned the corner, then turned to the
building and let himself in. Xander practically floated up to his

building and let himself in. Xander practically floated up to his
neapartment and found Grayson in the same state. His brother
was on the couch in a daze, staring at the wall. “Good date?”

Grayson turned to look at his brother. “I’m going to fall hard for
him.”

“Join the club.”

~~

Taylor practically flew down Seward Highway to get to Brianna’s
house; she still lived at home with Dad. Taylor felt bad for the man;
he was stuck with a twelve year old in the body of a nineteen year
old. He passed a few houses until they became more like
mansions, nice manicured lawns and long driveways. Taylor pulled
into Brianna’s drive way, parking next to her Porsche. It was pink.
Taylor shivered. He made his way to the front door and rang the
bell; looking at his watch he realized it was only nine thirty and he
knew Brianna would still be awake. Their butler, Martin, answered
the door and Taylor fought the urge to call him ‘Jeeves.’

“Good evening Martin, is Brianna in?”

“She is Mr. Drake; you will find her in the sitting room.” Martin
gestured down the long hallway.

“Thank you.” Taylor nodded his head and walked down the long
hallway to the sitting room. Van Gogh’s and Picasso’s lined the
walls and Taylor wondered if Brianna even knew who they were.
Brianna was curled up on the love seat with her Chihuahua,
Snookie. Taylor rolled his eyes as the rat noticed him, letting out a
small yelp running for cover. He chuckled softly and sent a small
push of his scent towards the dog, which in turn pissed on the
floor. Snookie knew he was a werewolf and was scared to death.
“Brianna,” Taylor walked in, catching her attention. “Snookie just
pissed on the floor.”

Brianna sighed. “Martin!”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, it’s just piss. Grab a paper towel, why make
Martin clean it?”

“I am not touching dog piss,” Brianna looked up at Taylor. “I just did
my nails. What are you doing here?”

Taylor looked at her and decided to rip the Band-Aid off. “I don’t

think we should see each other anymore Brianna. We have
nothing in common.” Taylor waited for her reaction; Brianna sat
looking at the fireplace. “Brianna, did you hear me?”

“So I bought a dress for the party, it’s really pretty, compliments my
eyes and tits.”

Taylor sighed loudly. “I’m sorry to do this to you, but you had to
know it was coming. I don’t love you. I just hope someday you find
the right guy.”

“Don’t be silly,” Brianna stood up and smiled. “You’ll get over this
little outburst and we’ll be fine.” Brianna smiled and pecked
Taylor’s cheek. “See you Saturday for coffee.”

“No, I’m sorry, you won’t.” Taylor turned and walked back down the
hallway towards the front door. Martin stood with a sly smile on his
lips and Taylor shook his hand. “It’s been nice knowing you,
Martin.”

“Bravo, Master Taylor.” Martin bowed.

“You need to get out and have drinks on your night off.” Taylor
winked. “Take care.”

Taylor was back on the road and twenty minutes later, was turning

oto nto Marston Lane and pulling into his own long driveway with a
manicured lawn. A quick look next door told him Jagger wasn’t
home yet, he always left his front porch light on when he was gone.
He pulled into his two car garage and cut the engine. Getting out,
he opened the interior door to the mud room and removed his
shoes, turning off the alarm as he did. He threw his keys on the
side table and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, before
running up the stairs to his room.

He opened the sliding glass door to his balcony and looked out
over Bootlegger Cove, a short walk from his front door, and he
was on Tony Knowles Coastal Bicycle trail. He and Jagger had
taken the trail for miles when they first bought the land and still
hadn’t completed the whole thing. They’d built the house from the
ground up, both of them wanting log homes. He had every amenity
you could think of and he couldn’t wait to share his house with
Grayson. His body responded to the name alone. Taylor
undressed and fell into bed, he stared at the ceiling and smiled.
He’d dumped Brianna and was now free to be with Grayson, life
was good.

~~

Jagger sat in the driveway of Vanessa’s condo complex in his car,
her light wasn’t on but he could see people in the backyard hot tub.
He got out of the car and took a deep breath, he could do this, he
had to. For Xander. Jagger walked to the front door and rang the
bell, no one answered. He went around the side of the building,
and pushed the backyard gate open. Three men were in the hot
tub, and one of them had a look of ecstasy on his face.

One look underwater told him why. Vanessa was giving one of
them a blow job under water, well, that explained a lot on how she
could hold her breath for so long. She was using the guys cock like
an air tank. Jagger coughed quietly and smiled sweetly opening
the gate wider; the other two men had a look of surprise on their
faces. He would too, if he’d just gotten caught in a three way.
Jagger patiently waited for Vanessa to come up for air, as the guy
whose cock she was sucking tried to pry her off. Jagger crouched
down right where she’d come up for a breath. A few seconds later
Vanessa surfaced, coughing.

“What the hell Joe? I’m trying to get you off!” Vanessa snarled.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Jagger turned to the guy in the tub. “Joe is it?”
Jagger smiled as Joe nodded slowly. “I’m sorry I interrupted Joe’s
blow job Vanessa, this makes what I had to say so much easier.”
Jagger stood up. “It’s over, good bye Vanessa.” Jagger waved at
the other three men, as he made his way back out to the parking

lot. He hit the remote for his car and opened the door.

“Wait! Jagger!” Vanessa ran out in to the parking lot, clutching a
towel around her waist.

Jagger rested on the door frame, smiling sweetly. “I’ve said what I
had to say Vanessa. It’s over, no more dates, no more money,
nothing. You’ll have to go to Dad from now on.” Jagger got in and
shut the door over Vanessa’s screaming; he started the car and
pulled out with a huge smile from ear to ear. “You’re all mine now,
Xander Quinton.”

~~

The alarm went off at seven and Grayson threw it across the room,
the beeping spurted then stopped. Grayson groaned, as Xander’s
alarm went oandff seconds later in his own room. He dragged
himself out of bed and went to the kitchen to robotically make
coffee. He didn’t even measure it out, just poured and hoped like
hell when it hit, he’d wake up. He bumped into Xander on his way

to the shower, and stood under the spray until his eyes were fully
functional. He heard Xander brushing his teeth, and peeked
around the shower curtain.

“Get any sleep?”

“Sort of, I kept having these wild sex dreams about Jagger.”
Xander spit out his toothpaste.

“God, you too?” Grayson cracked up.

“You dreamt about Jagger?” Xander laughed and got water thrown
at him.

They switched places and Xander jumped in the shower as
Grayson brushed his teeth. After quickly downing coffee and
bagels with cream cheese, they dressed and headed down to the
front of the building to meet their cab. They found a Lincoln town
car waiting by the front, and a man dressed in a suit and hat
waved at them.

“Xander and Grayson Quinton?” He asked.

“Yes, that’s us.” Xander looked at the man and then the car.
“What’s all this?”

“Mr. Drake sent me to pick you up for work sir. I’m Bernard Soul,
your driver.”

Grayson giggled. “Okay, first off its Xander and Grayson, Bernard.
Not, ‘Sir’.

“Fair enough,” Bernard smiled and opened the door for them.
“Would you like some music for the drive?”

“Actually no, we’d like to hear about you and how you came to be
the driver.” Grayson sat forward in the seat. Bernard was maybe in
his late forties, salt and pepper hair poked out beneath his hat. He
had laugh lines around his kind, brown eyes.

“Are you sure you want to hear about me? I’m boring.” Bernard
chuckled. “Mr. Drake, the younger one, Taylor, found me homeless
behind a restaurant a year ago. He cleaned me up and put me to
work. I’d lost my job and I wasn’t finding work either, lost my house
and my car. So I’m lying on the ground staring up at the sky, and I
see this man looking down at me with a frown. He picks me up
and takes me to a hotel, gets me clean clothes and hands me his
card saying I have to be at work in the morning.” Bernard laughed
softly. “You can imagine my surprise, when he actually had a job all
lined up for me.”

“So just like that?” Xander’s interest was piqued.

“Just like that,” Bernard nodded. “Taylor and Jagger have been
taking care of me ever since. I have a nice apartment now and a
car too.” Bernard looked at the two men in the back seat. “You two
are good for those boys; they’ve been through a lot.”

“How do you know that?” Grayson regarded Bernard thoughtfully.

“You don’t get as far as I have in life, not to be able to get
someone to talk to you, especially when they are wounded and
those boys have been wounded.”

“Their Dad,” Grayson nodded.

“I think you two will fit in just fine.” Bernard winked. “We’re here,
have a good day at work.”

“Thanks, Bernard!” Grayson jumped out of the car smiling.

They entered the building and passed by t cahe sign in desk
waving at Bianca.

“Morning, Miss Bianca!” Xander smiled.

Grayson cracked up. “We are disgustingly happy, aren’t we?”

Xander hit the elevator button, grinning. “Yes, we are.”

~~Chapter Five~~

Jagger was finding it hard to concentrate, they had the plans for
their new building spread out over the conference room table and
Jagger swore he was looking at it upside down. He was so
focused on the time and Xander’s arrival, he couldn’t think straight.
He sighed loudly and rolled them back up looking at Taylor pacing.
Neither one of them had slept much and ended up hanging out
together last night talking about their breakups. The one thing

Jagger wanted right now was to taste Xander’s lips. His skin was
prickling and he looked over at Taylor.

“They’re here.”

Taylor ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this
nervous. I just want him so much.” Taylor looked out the door and
heard the elevator. “I think I’m going to pass out.” Taylor saw
Xander first and then Grayson came into view. Taylor’s breath
caught and he couldn’t stop himself. He ran out the door and down
the hall and before Grayson could even speak, Taylor picked him
up and held him tight.

Xander smiled at his brother in the arms of Taylor Drake. He felt
arms come around his waist and leaned back into Jagger, the next
thing he knew he was being pulled into the office and the door
shut. Xander looked up into lust-blown pupils and felt his eyes shift.
The temperature in the room went up at least ten degrees, as
Jagger stood in front of him. “Jagger?”

“I have to kiss you, please let me kiss you.” Jagger clasped his
hands together, waiting for permission.

Xander leaned in and kissed Jagger softly. He pulled away and
looked at Jagger’s face, he was breathing hard and his eyes were
still closed. “Jagger…” Xander whispered.

Jagger opened his eyes and took Xander’s face in his hands. “I
want to taste you so damn bad.” Jagger breathed. Xander met him
half way, their lips met and Jagger felt Xander’s tongue on the tip
of his own. He wasn’t sure which one of them moaned louder, their
tongues slid into each other’s mouths and Jagger ran his fingers
into Xander’s hair. Buttons were coming undone on both of their
dress shirts and hands were exploring bare flesh. Jagger became
aware that he was almost humping Xander’s leg against the door.
They broke from the kiss both sweating, Jagger looked down at
his shirt and then Xander’s and smiled.

“Well, that answers that question.” Jagger looked into Xander’s
flushed face.

“Which one?” Xander was trying to get his breath back.

“If you want me, as much as I want you.” Jagger pulled Xander into
his arms.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more, Jagger.”

~~

Taylor realized he was still standing in the middle of the hall with
Grayson in his arms. It felt so good, so right, he never wanted to let
go. He walked backwards towards the office and groaned when
Grayson’s legs wrapped around his hips. Damn, that was sexy as
all hell. He fumbled with the doorknob to his office before finally
getting it open, shutting the door with his foot. Grayson’s back hit
the door and a loud grunt left his lips, Taylor ran his hands up
Grayson’s face and pulled his lips to his own. They hovered for
seconds, blue eyes met green and the want passed between
them.

The minute Grayson’s warm lips touched his, Taylor’s legs almost
caved; he’d never wanted someone like this. Grayson’s lips were
like a meal he hadn’t had in weeks, he couldn’t stop devouring
him. Grayson’s hands were in his hair, gripping it tightly, as their
tongues twined and tasted every inch of each other. Grayson’s
sexy moans and whimpers had Taylor’s cock weeping in his
trousers. For a guy who’d never been kissed, Grayson was fucking
talented. Grayson slid off his hips and down the door and his
hands slid in between the buttons of his shirt. Skin on skin, Taylor
gripped Grayson’s ass pushing him into the door and rubbed his
cock against Grayson’s through the material of their slacks.

“Oh God,” Grayson keened. “I want you.”

Taylor licked up Grayson’s throat and took his lips again. “I want
you too.”

“Touch me, Taylor. I want to feel your hands on my skin.” Grayson’s
hands slid down Taylor’s back and he gripped his ass tightly, as
he thrust into Taylor’s hips. Taylor’s hands slid down the back of
his pants and Grayson growled as they made contact with his bare
skin. He couldn’t stop himself; the urge to have Taylor naked on
the damn desk was strong. Their mouths met in an urgent kiss, as
their hands continued to explore.

The phone ringing brought Taylor out of his lust filled haze.

“Shit, we have to stop.” Taylor backed away from Grayson and
tried to catch his breath. “Jesus, Grayson, I’ve never wanted
anyone the way I want you.” Taylor backed up into his desk, his
eyes never leaving Grayson’s, as picked up the phone. “Taylor
Drake.”

Grayson watched Taylor’s face, as he listened to the person on the
other end of the line. His eyes lit up and Grayson smiled, he loved
seeing his mate happy.

“Yes Sir, we can be there tomorrow and I’ll bring the plans.” Taylor

hung up and looked at Grayson. “We got the Fournier meeting in
Vegas!”

“Vegas?” Grayson looked confused.

“Vegas baby!” Taylor picked Grayson up and twirled him. “Millions
Grayson, millions of dollars!” Taylor put Grayson down and kissed
him hard. “We have to go tell Jagger!” Taylor took Grayson’s hand,
and they exited the office going across the hall. Taylor knocked
and heard his brother on the other side telling him to come in. The
room was so hot you could cook bacon on the desk. Xander was
on the couch breathing hard, and Jagger was next to him gulping
down a bottle of water. “Guess who just called, Jagger?”

Jagger read his brother’s face. “No…”

“Yes! Caden Fournier! We got the meeting!” Taylor shouted.

ene

Grayson sat next to his brother, and the two of them watched
Jagger and Taylor jumping up and down in fascination.

“So, I take it Vegas is a good thing?” Xander cocked an eyebrow.

“Yes, Taylor said millions of dollars.” Grayson smiled at Taylor
laughing.

Jagger grabbed the phone. “Carol, book four seats to Vegas
ASAP please.”

“Four?” Xander stood up and looked at his mate.

“Oh yes Xander, we are all going to Vegas!” Jagger picked
Xander up, bouncing him up and down.

Taylor looked at the time. “Okay, we need to get packed and
ready. Grayson, you and Xander get back to the apartment and
pack a suitcase. Pack at least two suits, but some casual clothes
as well; this isn’t going to be all work and no play.” Taylor looked at
the excited look on his mates face. “Ever been to Vegas?”

“Nope,” Grayson shook his head.

“Well, now you will.” Taylor grabbed Grayson and pulled him into
his arms, his hand caressing the soft skin of his mates face. “I
can’t wait to show you everything.”

Grayson’s eyes went immediately to Taylor’s lips. “I can’t wait to
do quite a few things.”

“Oh God, help me.” Taylor whispered.

Jagger laughed softly and tapped at his watch. “Okay guys, let’s
get a move on. Bernard will pick you both up outside your
apartment in exactly two hours.”

“Let’s go.” Xander smiled.

~~

Taylor figured out Grayson hated to fly the minute the plane started
rolling, his fingers gripped the seat until his knuckles turned white.
It didn’t get any better after they were in the air either, the slightest
hint of turbulence, and Grayson had the puke bag in his lap.

“Grayson,” Taylor put his arm around his mate. “Tell me what you
need me to do, and I’ll do it.”

“I...just distract me, talk to me, something.” Grayson exhaled
slowly.

Taylor turned Grayson’s face to his and gently kissed his lips. They
were sitting in first class in the front row, and Jagger and Xander
were directly across the aisle. No one could see them and Taylor
took advantage of it, his hand slid up Grayson’s inner thigh as his
lips gently caressed the warm ones beneath his. His thumb
lingered right below Grayson’s crotch and massaged in slow
circles. Grayson knew just how to kiss him, it was almost
instinctual for their tongues to find each other, and they met and
twined effortlessly. Grayson was an aphrodisiac he couldn’t get
enough of, and he swore he’d won the mate lottery when Grayson
Quinton entered his life. They broke from the kiss both panting and
Taylor ran the pad of his thumb over Grayson’s soft cheekbone.

“Distracted?” Taylor chuckled softly.

“Yes, but now I’m horny too.” Grayson’s cheeks heated.

They both heard the soft laughter coming from across the aisle,
and looked in the direction of Xander and Jagger.

“You know,” Xander raised a brow. “They have bathrooms for

that sort of behavior.”

Taylor stuck his tongue out at Xander and stifled a laugh, as the
flight attendant made her way up the aisle with the drink cart. Her
voice shocking Taylor.

“

Mon Dieu

! I missed behavior?”

Taylor looked up at the flight attendant’s face. Black hair in a
French twist and sparkling grey eyes were smiling at him, the
name tag said ‘Sabine’.

“Uh, nothing too provocative I assure you.” Taylor blushed.

“

Merde

,” Sabine sighed. “You can start again, no? Two men

kissing is,” Sabine shivered. “Very sexy!”

Grayson cracked up and looked at Sabine. “I’m a little afraid to fly;
he was just trying to calm me down.”

“I see it worked.” Sabine winked. “Let me know if you need
anything else

,

Chéri.”

Taylor looked over at Jagger and Xander, as Sabine made her
way back toward the galley. “Not one word from you two.”

~~

After landing in Seattle, they picked up their connecting flight to
Las Vegas. Grayson looked out the window as the lights of Vegas
lit up the night sky. It was breath taking even from ten thousand feet
in the air. The plane barely kissed the runway and Grayson relaxed
as they pulled up to the skyway and de-boarded. They all made
their way to baggage claim and waited for their bags to come
around on the conveyor belt. Grayson took a look around the
crowded airport and noticed a man holding up a sign that said
‘Drake’; he pulled on Taylor’s sleeve.

“I think that’s for us.” Grayson pointed to the man.

Taylor nodded and walked over to the man, putting his hand out.
“I’m Taylor Drake.”

“Yes Sir, Mr. Fournier wishes you to accompany me to the MGM
Skylofts. I am Phillip, your driver. I will take you wherever you need
to go for the duration of your stay.”

“Thank you Phillip, this is my brother Jagger and our associates
Grayson and Xander Quinton.”

“Good to meet you,” Phillip smiled. “Please follow me.”

Following Phillip to the stretch limo, Grayson gasped, as the heat
of Vegas assaulted him. Even at nine at night it was unbearable.

“Jesus,” Grayson loosened his tie.

“It doesn’t get much better,” Phillip smiled. “Mr. Fournier will meet
you for dinner tomorrow night at Joël Robuchon restaurant at
precisely seven. Your rooms are paid for and he wishes you to
enjoy yourselves before the meeting.”

Jagger whistled softly. “That’s a pretty penny he’s putting out.”
Jagger shook his head. “The Skylofts?”

“Mr. Fournier wants you to be comfortable, Mr. Drake.” Phillip
smiled opening the limo door.

Once they were all seated in the air conditioned limo, Phillip
eased it into traffic. Within minutes they pulled in front of the MGM
and their bags were being whisked away. Taylheior stood by the
front entrance and handed Phillip a fifty dollar bill from his wallet.

“Thank you Phillip, you have a nice night.” Taylor shook his hand.
He smiled as Phillip tipped his hat, disappearing into the limo.
They were checked in and on their way upstairs in minutes, Taylor

took Grayson’s hand as they walked into their suite. It was surreal,
and he heard Grayson gasp.

“Oh wow,” Grayson whispered. Making his way around the suite,
he took it all in. Bedroom, dining area, living room, the bathroom
was utterly fantastic and Grayson found himself wanting to set up
shop in the large tub. He made his way back to the main room and
found Taylor looking out the window. “It’s so beautiful, I feel so
spoiled.”

Taylor turned to look at Grayson, and put his hand out. “Come
here, and look at the view.” Grayson came to his side and Taylor
put his arms around the younger man’s waist, wrapping him up.
“Look at the lights of Vegas; have you ever seen anything so
spectacular?”

Grayson leaned his head back to look at Taylor. “I’ve seen
something even more spectacular.”

Taylor pulled Grayson around to face him; he placed his hand
gently on Grayson’s neck and pulled him to his lips. “So beautiful,”
he murmured against Grayson’s mouth.

Their mouths locked in a languid, sensual kiss, Grayson’s fingers
made quick work of the buttons on Taylor’s dress shirt. His jacket
fell softly to the floor and Grayson worked to get Taylor’s tie off
before peeling back his shirt and breaking from the kiss to look at

the gorgeous half naked man in front of him. Strong chiseled
biceps flexed, as Grayson’s hands began a slow exploration of the
torso on display. Rounded pectoral muscles trembled under his
fingertips and six pack abs rippled, as his fingers delved to the
waist band of Taylor’s pants. Grayson looked up into the beautiful
face of Taylor Drake and saw his eyes closed, his breathing
labored.

“I want to explore.” Grayson kissed Taylor’s neck softly and ran his
tongue down the corded muscles of his mate’s throat.

“Grayson…oh God…” Taylor moaned, as his belt was being taken
off. A hand caressed his ass as the other one undid the button on
his slacks. He didn’t even realize they moved, until the bed hit the
backs of his legs. Taylor opened his eyes to see Grayson
removing his clothes, his eyes lingered over the caramel skin, and
he licked his lips in appreciation. His pants pooled at his ankles
and Grayson’s fingertips slid up his bare thighs, a shiver passed
up his spine as they edged along his groin. “God, you’re driving
me crazy Gray…”

“Fuck, I love that.” Grayson keened. “Call me that again.” Grayson
dropped to his knees, running his jaw alongside Taylor’s erection.

Taylor gripped Grayson’s hair, as a warm mouth settled over his
erection in his briefs. “Gray…”

Grayson growled and bit Taylor’s dick through his briefs. The
hands in his hair gripped almost painfully, as Grayson ran his
hands up Taylor’s thighs and around to his firm ass. His teeth
gripped on the waistband of Taylor’s briefs and pulled them low
enough to expose the glistening tip of Taylor’s rock hard erection.
Grayson licked his lips and licked the tip, savoring the flavor of his
mate’s arousal. An almost feral growl left Taylor’s lips above him,
and then he was being thrown on the bed, his eyes went wide as
Taylor straddled his hips. Grayson took note of his mate on top of
him, canines peeked out froiatm underneath his lips and his eyes
had shifted. Grayson growled playfully, and ran his hands up
Taylor’s rock hard body.

“Tell me what you want Taylor.”

“I want to taste you, Gray.” Taylor shifted his legs out; putting his
hands on either side of Grayson’s body, he pushed himself down
spreading Grayson’s legs out along the way. “I want to know what
it feels like to have your dick in my mouth, to have the taste of you
on my tongue for hours.” Taylor pulled Grayson’s boxers down and
a thick cock sprung out wet with precome. He licked his lips and
looked at Grayson, as his tongue delved into Grayson’s warm, wet
slit.

“Oohhh.” Grayson gripped the comforter and arched his back.

“Sexy…”

Taylor groaned as the salty flavor hit his taste buds. His tongue did
a slow circle around the hardened head of Grayson’s cock. Soft
whimpers and moans urged him into taking more and more of
Grayson’s dick into his mouth. He’d given head maybe twice
before and never wanted it as much as he did right now, to know
his mate was whimpering and clawing at the bed because of
something he was doing, filled him with an unexpected pride.

“You like this?” Taylor sucked in Grayson’s cock, running his teeth
lightly over the underside.

“Oh god…yes, oh please…going to cum Taylor…” The buildup in
his balls came so fast, Grayson didn’t have time to prepare for the
explosion, his dick seized as Taylor deep throated him. “Oh
shiiiitttt!” Grayson’s dick spurted down Taylor’s throat at maximum
velocity.

“Holy shit,” Taylor’s mouth filled at an alarming rate and his own
orgasm hit, he shot spurts of cream all over the bed and Grayson.
With a groan of satisfaction, he collapsed on his mate. Taylor
panted. His lips found the racing pulse in Grayson’s neck, and
nibbled at the soft flesh. “God, you taste so good.”

“Jesus…” Grayson panted.

Grayson wrapped his arms around Taylor’s warm body and

sighed. God he loved every second of being with his mate. Years
of sexual frustration just exited his body in a mind numbing orgasm
and he couldn’t be happier or more sated. He could see spending
the rest of his life with the gorgeous man on top of him. Taylor was
beautiful, caring and sweet, it amazed him that someone that
endured so much abuse, could still be so caring towards others.
Grayson sighed in satisfaction, and felt Taylor’s arms wrap around
him tighter.

“I’ve never felt like that.” Grayson whispered. “It’s like I lost
complete control over my body.”

“But it felt good, didn’t it?” Taylor propped himself up on his elbow
and looked down into the face of the man he was already falling in
love with. Amazing how fast his feelings rushed to the surface and
it didn’t matter that Grayson was his mate; he’d have fallen for him
if that weren’t the case. Grayson was just beautiful on the inside
and out.

“God yes,” Grayson chuckled. “I want to do that to you.”

Taylor shivered at the thought of Grayson’s tongue on his body, a
warm sensation rolled over his spine. “I’d like that, when you’re
ready.”

Grayson rubbed his eyes and yawned. “Is it just me?”

“No, I think the heat got to us both.” Taylor lay on his back and g
tpulled Grayson into the nook of his arm. “I don’t even have the
energy to get up and shower. Get some sleep, tomorrow we’ll go
check out Vegas.”

Grayson settled into the crook of Taylor’s neck and inhaled the
musky smell of his mate. He wrapped an arm around Taylor and
threw a leg over him. “Night Taylor.”

“Night Gray.”

~~Chapter Six~~

Xander perused the small store in the hotel lobby; his eyes
scanned the shelves as he waited for Jagger to come back down
from their suite. He’d wanted to find lube and his eyes finally found
it next to condoms. God bless the MGM. Xander purchased the
lube then strolled down the halls of the impressive hotel. He found
the restaurant they were going to have dinner in the next night, and
his jaw almost hit the floor just peeking in. He felt a presence
behind him and smiled as warm lips touched his neck gently.

“Well hello,” Xander smiled, gripping the strong thighs behind him.

“The suite is disgusting,” Jagger breathed into Xander’s ear. “You
should see the size of the bed alone.”

“Well I’m done down here, so we can head up.” Xander walked to
the elevator holding Jagger’s hand. They waited impatiently for the
elevator to reach their floor, then stepped in. Xander leaned
against the wall looking at Jagger; if it was possible he looked
more nervous than himself. “What’s wrong?”

Jagger’s looked up quickly. “I’m just nervous, you know?”

Xander chuckled. “You’ve had sex.”

“Yeah, with women,” Jagger blushed. “I want to be able to satisfy
you Xander.”

Xander stepped into Jagger’s embrace and kissed him, when he
drew back Jagger’s lips were slightly parted. “I just want to touch
you.”

Jagger groaned and when the doors opened, he yanked Xander
out of the elevator and they practically ran to their suite. The door
shut behind them and Jagger removed his suit jacket letting it fall
to the floor. His eyes raked over his mate’s strong physique and
his mouth dropped open when Xander removed his own jacket
and threw it over the back of the chair. One by one Xander’s
fingers expertly thumbed the buttons of his shirt open, his tie
drifted to the floor and then his shirt. Jagger felt like he was
gasping for breath, the slow torturous striptease was far from over,
as Xander reached for the button on his pants.

“Oh God, I’m going to cum just from looking at you.” Jagger
whispered.

“I’ve waited years for this moment, I want it to last.” Xander licked
his lips.

Xander flicked the button on his slacks and pulled the zipper down
slowly, his eyes never leaving Jagger’s. The pants drifted down his
strong thighs, until they lay in a pool around his feet, he stepped
out of them and walked slowly towards Jagger, who by this point,
was shaking. Xander gripped his erection as he walked.

“I want you Jagger, more than I have ever wanted anything.”
Xander stopped in front of Jagger and pulleoorwd his briefs down.
Standing naked in front of his mate, Xander began undressing
him. He loosened Jagger’s tie and pulled it off, he undid the
buttons on Jagger’s shirt and pulled it over strong muscular
shoulders and biceps. “Look at you,” Xander kissed Jagger’s
warm flesh. “So fucking gorgeous.”

“Xander…” Jagger closed his eyes as his slacks slid down his
thighs, warm hands followed and Jagger shivered at Xander’s light
touch. “Oh God…”

“I want to feel your body pressed to mine Jagger,” Xander licked a
path from Jagger’s belly button up to his throat, he bit the soft flesh
and growled. “Make love to me Jagger.”

The thunderous growl that Jagger emitted had Xander’s cock at
full mast. He was swept off his feet and carried to the bed with
such force, his breath left him. Jagger’s tongue attacked him with
such voraciousness, Xander cried out. His erection was engulfed
by Jagger’s warm mouth and a finger dipped into his tight tunnel.
Xander almost flew off the bed and his back arched so high he
thought he’d broken it. His mind was so far gone he could only

manage a strangled whimper.

“Lube…” Xander blurted.

“Where?” Jagger growled.

“Pocket,”

Jagger sprang from the bed and searched Xander’s pockets; he
found the lube and renewed his position on the bed. Coating his
fingers, he slipped one inside Xander, as his mouth went back to
work on the now leaking prick. Jagger licked, sucked and nibbled
on Xander’s hard leaking head, as his fingers massaged inside
Xander’s tight tunnel. Opening his jaw wider, Jagger took Xander
to the root and hot cum splashed his tongue, as Xander came
unglued.

“Jagggerrrr!” Xander’s cock exploded and his hips bucked as he
emptied himself. He lay on the bed twitching, as his body
succumbed to the glorious aftershocks. He felt warmth on his dick

as Jagger’s tongue continued its slow torture of his spent dick,
and then a cool liquid slid down his crease. A blast of heat shot up
his spine and Xander cried out, as Jagger’s imposing member
filled him. “Oh!”

“Shhh,” Jagger slid in and out, short shallow strokes as he waited
for Xander to relax around him. He leaned down to kiss Xander’s
beautiful full lips. “So beautiful,” He whispered. “So tight, God you
feel so good.”

“Jagger…” Xander opened his mouth to allow Jagger’s tongue
inside his mouth, the taste of his release flowing between both of
them. His body slowly relaxing to the invasion, Xander pressed
into Jagger meeting his thrusts. A slow burning started in his toes
and unfurled through the rest of his body, he gripped Jagger’s
biceps, as the thrusts became deeper, harder.

“Oh God…” Jagger choked and bit back a sob as he plunged into
Xander’s tight channel, the heat searing him from the inside out.
Jagger’s primal instincts took over and he slammed into Xander, a
howl of pure unadulterated ecstasy left his lips, as his orgasm
raced up Xander’s chute. His arms shook with the intensity of his
release and he collapsed on Xander, his canines sinking into the
soft flesh of his mates shoulder. Another orgasm ravaged his body
as the scent of Xander’s semen tickled his nostrils. Jagger lay
panting and sated on top of his mate. Removing his canines from
Xander’s flse.esh, he kissed and licked the area lovingly making
his way up the side of Xander’s neck. Soft panting met his ears

and he gently moved a stray strand of hair from Xander’s
forehead. Jagger sucked in a breath, as a strange sensation
rolled over his body, heat flowed through his veins.

“What the…?” Jagger closed his eyes.

“It’s okay; it’s just part of me.” Xander caressed Jagger’s face. “Oh
shit.” Xander sputtered. “Wayne bit you.”

Jagger sat back, looking at Xander. “Oh God, are you okay?”

“I feel,” Xander sucked in a breath, as heat tore through his veins.
“Complete.”

Xander moved carefully, the soreness in his lower anatomy
sending a delicious wave of pleasure throughout his body.
Knowing that his mate had taken him, marked him as his own
gave Xander a euphoric feeling. This was what he’d wanted from
the moment he knew what his penis was for, a mate that loved him
and cherished him. The way Jagger made love, Xander knew he
was more than halfway there.

“You were absolutely fantastic, I couldn’t have asked for anything

better. The way you touch me and kiss me,” Xander sighed. “It was
just so…

loving

.”

Jagger smiled and ran his fingertips over Xander’s lips. “You
wouldn’t know if it was good or not, you have nothing to compare it
to.”

“And I never will,” Xander cupped Jagger’s chin. “It’s you and only
you. I don’t want anyone else, ever.”

“Really?”

Jagger felt his throat constricting; no one had ever said that to him.
Xander was perfect in every way, whoever was in charge of
handing down mates deserved a medal. His beautiful skin, the
emerald eyes, the high cheekbones. Xander Quinton was what
dreams were made of. He knew his insecurities were showing at
that moment, after years of abuse from Carson Drake, it was
going to take more than one night to fix it.

Xander cupped Jagger’s face in his hands. “I wish you could see
what I see. Look at this face,” Xander kissed Jagger’s eyelids
softly. “You’re eyes, lips, hair and Jesus your fucking body.”
Xander chuckled. “The way you were when we met, you could have
told me to fuck off Jagger, but you were worried about how I felt.
We’d just met and you did everything in your power to make it up
to me. That say’s a lot about the kind of man you are, not to

mention Bernard.”

Jagger chuckled. “Bernard’s been telling tales outside of school
again.”

“You and Taylor try everything to be different from your father and
you succeeded. I’m very proud to call you my mate, Jagger
Drake.” Xander massaged the nape of Jagger’s neck.

“Ditto,” Jagger leaned down and brushed his lips across Xander’s
softly. “We should get some sleep.”

“Yes, you need your energy,” Xander winked.

“Oh God,” Jagger lay back and laughed. “My mates going to kill
me sexually,”

“What a way to go,” Xander nestled into Jagger’s side, and threw
an arm over his torso.

“Good night, Xander.” Jagger sighed, brushing his lips over
Xander’s hair.

“Night,”

~~

Grayson opened his eyes and saw a large arm, with a dusting of
blonde hair across his chest. He smiled and pushed his ass back
against the large erection currently digging into him, and heard a
soft groan. Grayson fought the urge to giggle. For the first time in
his life, he was waking up with another man in bed with him, and it
wasn’t one of his brothers. That thought alone made his morning
wood feel like an Oak tree in his briefs. The warmth coming from
his mate, was like a warm blanket he wanted to curl up in. Grayson
moved carefully and lay on his side, looking at his mates face.

Dirty blonde hair fell partially in Taylor’s eyes, and his golden
blonde lashes hid his beautiful sky blue eyes. He ran his fingertip
softly over Taylor’s full bottom lip, slight stubble covered his chin
but the rest of his face was soft. Grayson’s eyes travelled south,
taking in Taylor’s strong defined chest and abdominal muscles.
Jesus, he resembled a modern day Adonis. Taylor whimpered
and Grayson smiled, crawling out of bed quietly. He made his way
into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Did he look different
now that he’d been with a man? Grayson tilted his head from side
to side then scowled at himself.

to side then scowled at himself.

“Moron,” Grayson giggled at his reflection, then went out into the
living room to find his phone. He took another peek at Taylor’s
sleeping form on the bed and went to the kitchen to start coffee.
He called room service and looked around the room, clothes were
scattered all over the floor. Grayson picked everything up, placing
the clothing over the chairs in the living room. He looked out the
window at the beautiful view of Las Vegas in the daytime. The
hustle and bustle was already apparent at—

“Oh crap, what time

is

it?” Grayson whispered. Smacking his

forehead with his hand, he realized his phone was in his other
hand, displaying the time. Nine in the morning. Grayson smiled
and flipped it open; he scrolled down the list of contacts and hit
‘Talk.’ The phone rang twice before Riley’s voice came over the
line.

“Hey, Grayson.” Riley crooned.

Grayson had to giggle; Riley Flynn-Esposito was his age mind-
wise. His childhood had been non-existent and Riley was making
up for it now. “Hey Riley, guess what?”

“You’re going to tell me.” Riley laughed.

“I found my mate.” Grayson almost had to cover his ears, at the

loud shrill coming from the other end of the phone.

“Oh my God, Gray! That’s

so

cool! Is he hot?”

“You tell me, it’s Taylor Drake.” Grayson heard the sharp intake of
breath from Riley.

“Of Drake and Drake Architectural?”

“Yup,” Grayson could hear shuffling on the other end and then Riley
was back on the phone.

“Sorry, I had to go outside, Mateo was looking at me,” Riley
giggled. “Oh. My. God. Taylor Drake? He is

so

hot. Not as hot as

my husband though.”

“Mateo followed you out?” Grayson laughed.

“Yes, but he knows he’s the hottest man on the planet.>

“Jagger Drake is Xander’s mate.” This time Grayson actually took
the phone away from his ear, as Riley shouted.

“Holy shit!”

“I know!” Grayson giggled, God he loved Riley. “We have a dinner
tonight at Joël Robuchon restaurant with Caden Fournier and –”

“Jesus, Grayson, slow down! You’re giving me a heart attack!”
Riley laughed and sat down at his desk. “What time is the dinner?”

“Seven tonight, why?”

“You’re meeting

the

Caden Fournier. I want my boys dressed to

the hilt. I’ll have suits delivered to your room by six thirty, sweetie.”

“Riley, you don’t have to do that.” Grayson smiled. “I have my suit.”

“Is it Armani?”

“No,”

“Well then,” Riley sat back and smiled. “It’s not a suit babe. Have

fun and I want to hear all about it.”

“K’ thanks, Riley.”

“No problem, gorgeous.” Riley hung up and looked at Mateo’s
face. “What? They are like my own kids. Hurry up and give me
one.” Riley giggled.

Mateo grabbed Riley and picked him up. “I keep trying, but you
won’t get pregnant.”

Riley giggled, wrapping his arms around his husband’s neck.
“Next week, no excuses and no missions okay?”

“Anything you want babe.”

~~

Xander heard the chirping of his cell phone and groaned. He

opened his eyes to see a smooth chest and smiled. Jagger.
Flopping over on his back, he grabbed his phone and looked at
the text. It was from Riley.

Jagger Drake! Holy fuckballs!

Xander cracked up and put the phone back on the night stand. A
warm arm wrapped around him pulling him back into an even
warmer body. Xander closed his eyes and smiled, he was in bed
with Jagger Drake. They had made love last night; he was no
longer a virgin. The urge to run screaming down the sidewalks of
Vegas came over him, and he stifled a giggle. Xander inspected
the broad chest in front of him. Smooth and devoid of any hair,
Xander ran his fingertips around the defined pectoral muscle.
Jagger pulled him in closer and Xander inhaled the arousing scent
of his mate. Xander smiled at the peaceful face in front of him, he
leaned in and kissed Jagger softly. Jagger’s eyes opened slowly
and Xander smiled at the soft curve of his lips.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Jagger caressed Xander’s face. “How do
you feel this morning?”

“A little sore, but in a fantastic way.” Xander waggled his
eyebrows.

“God, you will be the death of me.” Jagger chuckled.

“You want to take a showev hr with me?” Xander tunneled his
fingers through Jagger’s soft blonde locks.

“Mmm,” Jagger pulled Xander in closer and wrapped his arms
around him. “I don’t want to get out of bed. Can’t we stay here all
day and just kiss?”

“Well considering I’ve never woken up with a man in my bed unless
it was my brother, I’m all for kissing you all day.” Xander rolled on
top of Jagger bracing his arms on either side of his head. “You
look even sexier in the morning.” Xander dragged his hips over
Jagger’s and smiled when he got a low growl. “Rawr…”

Jagger cracked up. “Jesus, Xander.”

“Give me break! I finally had sex after waiting what seemed like

centuries.” Xander was flipped on his back in seconds and Jagger
hovered above him.

“You don’t think I want to take you right now? I want to lick every
damn inch of your body and suck you until you scream my name.”
Jagger growled.

Xander swallowed hard and his cock grew thick in seconds.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He whispered.

Jagger grabbed Xander and threw him over his shoulder. “Now,
let’s go get clean.”

“But I want to get dirty!” Xander struggled.

Jagger laughed, and walked to the bathroom. Xander’s hands
were trying to get into his damn ass. “Jesus, fuck me running.”

“I’m trying!” Xander giggled.

Jagger dropped Xander off in the shower and turned the water on
cold. He laughed when Xander let out a howl of protest. “Okay,
okay, hang on.” Jagger turned the water temperature to hot and
slipped inside the shower. “Better?”

Xander had the weirdest sensation of watching porn, as Jagger’s
form took up most of the shower. Steam drifted around Jagger’s
body making him look like a fucking God. Oh, this was

so

much

better than watching porn. He was

in

the damn porn. The power

that flowed from Jagger was intoxicating and Xander felt his knees
going weak. He pressed his back to the shower wall and was
immediately dwarfed by Jagger’s taller and broader frame. Strong
hands caressed his thighs, as Jagger’s tongue licked a path up
his throat. The scent of arousal filled the air, as Jagger’s mouth
ravaged his. Hands were in his hair holding him firmly in place, as
Jagger licked the inside of his mouth, teasing and nipping at his
bottom lip. Their hips rutted against each other and Xander
moaned when Jagger’s cock slipped over his.

A strong hand rubbed soap over his cock and then Jagger was
jacking them both off simultaneously. Xander’s moans were
swallowed by Jagger’s mouth, as they rubbed against one
another, trying to get as much friction as they could on their
hardened cocks. The sensation was unbelievable. His dick
screamed for satisfaction and when Jagger twisted his hand at the
tip of their cocks, Xander came almost screaming. Hot spurts of
cum jetted out his slit, splashing onto Jagger’s toned stomach.

“Jagger…” Xander gasped.

The smell of Xander’s semen hit Jagger like a jack hammer, his
own cock seized and he came roaring like a fucking freight train,
his dick shooting arcs of spunk all over his mate. Jagger slumped

against Xander, resting his head against his shoulder.

“Oh Ch. Hrist…” Jagger breathed.

“Jagger…” Xander whimpered.

Xander wrapped his arms around Jagger’s neck and felt his feet
leaving the shower floor, as Jagger enveloped him in his arms.
They held each other under the spray, until the water ran cold.
Xander felt them moving and he closed his eyes, as a warm towel
wrapped around him and then he was being lowered back onto
the bed. Soft lips caressed his and he arched into the body lying
on top of him.

“Jesus, you are so goddamned beautiful, Xander.” Jagger’s eyes
roamed over the caramel-kissed skin beneath him.

Xander opened his eyes to see Jagger’s beautiful eyes admiring
his body. “You, are beautiful.” Xander closed his eyes as Jagger’s
hand slowly caressed his face.

“Are you hungry? We can order some room service.”

“Pancakes?” Xander smiled, as Jagger chuckled.

“Whatever you want Xander.” Jagger stood up and walked to the
phone. “Anything else?”

“Extra syrup,” Xander licked his lips slowly looking at Jagger’s
softened penis

Jagger felt his dick twitch. “Christ.”

Xander giggled.

~~Chapter Seven~~

The rich aroma of coffee tickled his senses and Taylor opened an
eye to see Grayson waving it in front of his nose. He smiled and
looked up. “Hey, sexy.”

“Morning, I didn’t know how long you wanted to sleep in.”

“What time is it?” Taylor sat up and leaned in to kiss Grayson,
while taking the cup from him.

“Eleven, I figured I’d let you sleep, but then it seemed like you
might sleep all day.” Grayson sat cross –legged on the bed. “And I
really wanted to play with you this morning.”

“Am I your toy?” Taylor smiled wickedly.

Grayson looked at the gorgeous man splayed out on the bed.
“That’s not all you are to me. In fact, all I want right now is to kiss
you for hours.” Grayson smoothed Taylor’s hair back from his
forehead. “But, you might want to eat first. I got us room service.”

Taylor eyed the cart of food. “What did you get?”

Grayson crawled off the bed and pulled the cart closer. “Crepes,

fresh strawberries, some bagels with cream cheese; I didn’t know
what you like, so I got eggs and bacon too.”

Taylor smiled and pulled Grayson back onto the bed wrapping him
up in his arms. “I love all of it. I’m not a picky eater either.”

“Well, you are in luck, because Nadine taught me how to cook.”

“Nadine?” Taylor tilted his head. “Oh yes, Sam’s Mom.”

Grayson smiled at the gorgeous man in bed with him. “levjSo, I’m
going to go shower and then we can see if Xander and Jagger are
awake.” Grayson crawled off the bed only to be yanked back,
Taylor hovered over him.

“What about kissing for hours?” Taylor smiled devilishly.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Grayson squeaked.

Taylor looked over his mate’s body in appreciation. “Did you really
just ask me that?” Taylor nuzzled Grayson’s neck. “God, you smell
so fucking good.”

Grayson’s skin went up in flames. “Taylor…” His hips arched into
Taylor’s body.

Taylor looked at the time and sighed. “This is going to have to
wait. As much as I want to ravage your body, I did promise to show
you Vegas. We have all the time in the world to be together,
Grayson.” Taylor nuzzled Grayson’s nose.

Grayson smiled and pulled Taylor down to his lips. “Just a quick
kiss then?”

“Mmm,” Taylor took Grayson’s mouth and moaned at the taste of
his mate. The skin on skin contact driving him crazy, Taylor didn’t
even realize how long they were kissing, until he broke from it and
looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes had gone by and now he was
hard as a rock. “Wow.”

“I know,” Grayson breathed. “Okay, I really need to take a shower
now.” Grayson got up and smacked Taylor’s ass. “Eat.”

“Yes sir.” Taylor winked as Grayson headed for the shower. He
grabbed a strawberry and bit into it, moaning at the sweetness on
his taste buds. He looked over the tray of food and smiled,
Grayson was already taking care of him. He grabbed a bagel and
walked into the living room, looking over the city of Las Vegas.
Things had changed dramatically over the last forty eight hours. He
had a man at his side now. The knowledge that his mate was male
brought everything into focus now. He’d always wondered if his
father had been right about gays, now he knew that was the

farthest thing from the truth. Nothing could be wrong about his
feelings for Grayson. He was already falling in love. “Wow.”

~~

After showering and meeting up with Jagger and Xander they hit
Vegas with purpose. They lunched at The Rainforest Café and
spent the rest of the day walking through the many hotels that lined
Tropicana Avenue. Studio 54 sat on the corner of the MGM and
Jagger took a picture of Xander and Grayson in front of it. They
laughed at the amount of wedding chapels lining the Avenue, and
Taylor suggested he and Grayson get married by Elvis.

“Hey, we could have a double wedding.” Jagger laughed.

“You…you want to marry me?” Xander looked at Jagger.

“Of course I do.” Jagger took Xander in his arms. Aware they were
standing on the sidewalk of a crowded Tropicana Ave, Jagger
caressed Xander’s face. “You are my mate Xander.”

Before Xander could open his mouth, a car full of men drove by
whistling at them. Xander smiled and waved as they continued
down the Avenue. They went on with the tour and by five thirty,
were stumbling back to the Skylofts. Separating in the hallway to
their rooms, Grayson waited for Taylor to unlock the door with his
keycard before stepping inside to air conditioned heaven.
Hanging on the door of the bathroom was the promised Armani
th.suit from Riley. Grayson pulled the protective plastic bag off of it
and looked at the expensive black pin striped suit.

“Holy shit.” Grayson turned it around.

“Damn, “Taylor whistled softly. “Who’s that from?”

“Riley,” Grayson grinned.

“So, I’m not the only millionaire you know?” Taylor chuckled.

“Are you?” Grayson turned to look at Taylor. “I mean, I wasn’t going
to ask. It’s not about money for me. I wouldn’t have cared if you
didn’t have two pennies to rub together.”

Taylor smiled and pulled Grayson into the warmth of his arms. “I
know that Grayson. What’s mine is yours now though. Don’t be
afraid to ask me for anything okay?”

“Oh, I won’t.” Grayson grinned mischievously. “But, I will be making
my own money.” Grayson nodded to his briefcase. “Look in there
while I take a shower and tell me what you think. I believe our
family has architectural genes.”

Taylor watched Grayson go into the bathroom. He opened
Grayson’s briefcase and pulled out carefully folded plans.
Spreading them out on the kitchen table, he sucked in a breath.
They were beautiful. He’d seen Sawyer’s work; in fact they had
used some of his plans mixed with their own. Sawyer would be
making a pretty penny of his own with their new building plans.
Now he could see that Grayson had that same flair. Taylor sat
down in the chair staring at the beautiful drawings made my
Grayson’s expert hand. He not only had a mate, but he knew he
and Jagger would be hiring both Grayson and Xander at the firm.
If, they decided to stay in Anchorage. The joke at being married by
Elvis hadn’t totally been a joke. Taylor wanted his mate to take his
last name; he wanted Grayson to be his for life.

“Like what you see?”

Taylor turned to see Grayson fresh from the shower and in his suit.
His dick sprung up like a jack- in- the- box. “You look so beautiful.”
He whispered.

Grayson blushed and smiled. “Thank you. It’s your turn by the way;

we need to get a move on.”

Taylor stood on shaky legs, his mate’s cologne and scent invading
his senses. “It’s some of the best work I’ve seen Grayson. You and
your brothers have a talent that’s rare.”

“Thanks,” Grayson kissed Taylor’s lips softly. “Now go shower,
sexy.”

Grayson watched as Taylor disappeared into the bathroom. His
eyes fell on the plans that Taylor was looking at. It was the first
drawing he’d ever done of a log home. When he’d been younger
he’d envisioned living in it with his mate someday. Grayson smiled
running his fingers over the paper. He picked up the phone and
called Xander’s room.

“Hey Bro, what’s up?” Xander checked his reflection in the mirror.
“Did you get the suit from Riley?”

“Yep, black pin stripe. What’s yours look like?”

“Navy pin stripe, it looks damn good too. I think Jagger passed
out.” Xander chuckled.

“I know what you mean.” Grayson laughed. “So, we’ll see you in
about twenty minutes okay?”

“Gotcha,”

Grayson hung up the phone and looked around the room. The
maids had come through and re-made the bed leaving an
assortment of chocolates on them. He grabbed a mint one and
popped it in his mouth. The smell of Taylor’s cologne drifted into
the room and Grayson turned to see his mate. He almost came in
his thousand dollar Armani suit.

“Wow,”

“Yeah?” Taylor did a slow turn in his Valentino suit.

“Oh my fucking God,’ Grayson whispered. “We have to go right
now.”

Taylor chuckled and put his arm out. “Shall we?”

~~

Xander was still hyperventilating looking at Jagger in a jet- black
Valentino suit as they exited the room. They ran into Grayson and
Taylor at the elevator and Xander looked at his brother.

“Nice, very nice.” Xander winked.

They made their way into the elevator and down to the main floor.
The restaurant had a line forming in front of it and Jagger gave the
hostess their names. She looked over the list and looked up at
Jagger.

“Go right on in Mr. Drake, Mr. Fournier is waiting for you. One of
our waiters will take you to the table.”

“Thank you.” Jagger smiled and ushered Xander in front of him as
they were escorted to a purple room with long floor to ceiling
matching curtains. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling above.
Baccarat crystal glasses were strategically placed in front of each
plate, and at the head of the table sat the man himself. Caden
Fournier.

Xander’s mouth almost dropped open. Caden Fournier reminded

him of a young Colin Farrell, except for the eyes. Caden Fournier’s
eyes were like sapphires, he’d never seen eye’s like that.

“Ah Gentlemen, please have a seat.” Caden rose from his chair.
“Would you like some champagne?”

“No, thank you.” Jagger put his hand out. “I’m Jagger Drake; this is
my brother Taylor, and our associates Xander and Grayson
Quinton.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Caden shook hands and smiled at the four
men. “Please, have a seat. I hope you are enjoying your
accommodations?”

“Yes we are. Thank you very much.” Jagger smiled as the waiter
filled his water glass.

“I must say, I was very impressed with your model that was
couriered to my office. I did not expect such brilliant work from
such young minds.” Caden looked over the men at the table. “It is
not often that I am taken by surprise. I myself started very young, I
am now twenty eight and have more than a dozen hotels in my
name.”

Taylor sat forward. “Well, we took a short trip to Egypt before we
started on the plans Mr. Fournier. Most of the hotels have the

same theme. Pyramids and sand were the most prevalent.” Taylor
chuckled. “You are already in Egypt; you don’t need to be
reminded you’re surrounded by sand. Therefore Jagger and I
decided to go with tropical look, an Oasis in the lobby, waterfalls
throughout.”

“Yes,” Caden nodded. “Like you are seeing a mirage in the hotel, I
do like it.” Caden folded his hands together. “I am most curious
about you both. I put feelers out to all the major offices and was
surprised to see plans from yours. You took the initiative to send
them without me asking.”

“We didn’t get where we are Mr. Fournier by tucking our tails
between our legs, so to speak.” Jagger smiled.

“No, I would think not.” Caden smiled looking at the other two men.
“You are awfully quiet.”

“We are interning at Drake and Drake.” Xander sipped his water.

“I would love to see some of your plans as well. I am always
looking for that one-of-a kind building.” Caden smiled.

“I can provide some of their work to you.” Taylor grabbed
Grayson’s knee under the table. “They are both very talented. Their
older brother Sawyer Quinton’s work was used in your plans as
well.”

“Is that so?” Caden arched a brow. “Interesting.”

Talk turned to Alaska as dinner was served. Grayson’s mouth was
watering as plate after plate of food showed up in front of him.
Thank God he’d gotten a lesson in table manners from Riley last
year. He’d never know which fork to use if he hadn’t. Lamb served
in a rich wine sauce followed by salad, bread and cheese. A
baked Alaska was placed in the middle of the table for desert and
Grayson forced his mouth shut.

“In honor of your home state.” Caden gestured to the cake.

“That’s the closest we’ve come to cold since we arrived.” Jagger
chuckled.

“Yes, Las Vegas is a bit warm isn’t it?” Caden took a bite of the
cold cake and licked his lips. “Perfection.”

“Where are you from?” Grayson put his napkin down, turning his
attentions to Caden.

“I am originally from a small town called Vitrolles.”

“France.” Grayson smiled.

“That is correct,” Caden inspected the younger man. “It is not often
someone hears the name and knows of it.”

“I love France.” Grayson smiled, broadly.

“Oh? Have you been?” Caden rested his chin in his hands,
enthralled by the younger man.

“No, I would love to go someday.” Grayson blushed, as Caden
gazed over him. He felt Taylor’s hand in his under the table and
tried to relax.

“Yes, yes you should.” Caden let his gaze wander over Grayson
Quinton’s face.

“I think we can manage that Grayson.” Jagger looked at Taylor with
a raised brow. He was shocked to hear Xander’s voice in his
head.

“

Is he hitting on Grayson?”

Xander gripped Jagger’s thigh.

Taylor’s voice broke through all of their heads.

“

He better not be.”

Taylor growled.

Grayson giggled.

“Something amuses you?” Caden sat back smiling.

e a

“Oh, I was just thinking about how funny it is that hotels in Egypt
actually have pyramids in them. Doesn’t make much sense if you
can walk outside and see them.”

“Exactly,” Caden looked at the time. “Well, I hate to cut this short
but I must be in Rio soon. We shall meet back here in one month? I
would like to look over your plans more, but I am confident I will be
signing off on them. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Caden stood
up and shook hands with Jagger, Xander and Taylor. He smiled
when Grayson stood in front of him and kissed him on both
cheeks. “I hope to see you here at our next meeting Mr. Quinton. It
truly was a pleasure to have met you.”

“Thank you.” Grayson shook his hand and felt Caden’s finger
gliding across his palm. He took his hand back and looked up at
the man. A knowing smile played at Caden Fournier’s lips.

“No, thank

you.

” Caden winked.

They watched as the man left and Grayson could feel the anger
coming from Taylor. He took Taylor’s hand and looked up at him.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

“He fucking hit on you right there in front of me.” Taylor growled.

“Hey, baby brother,” Jagger took Taylor’s face in his hands. “He
had no idea Grayson was yours.”

“Yeah? Well he will next time.” Taylor tried to control his lupine
side.

Grayson took Taylor’s hand and looked into his eyes. “I’m yours
and yours alone.”

Taylor felt his body relaxing at the touch of Grayson’s hand. He
caressed his face and smiled. “Anything you want to do tonight in
town?”

“I can think of a few things I want to do in our room.” Grayson gave
Taylor a wicked smile.

“Jesus, Grayson.” Xander exhaled. “Let’s go see a show, how
often are we in Vegas?”

“I think there’s one at the Bellagio.” Jagger looked at the time.

Taylor smiled. “We have the room all night Grayson.”

“And we will make good use of it.” Grayson chuckled.

“Okay, well let’s go before they combust.” Xander cracked up and
started walking. “I think the men from “Australia’s Thunder from
down Under.” are at the Excalibur Hotel.” Xander giggled when
Jagger growled.

“Hey, can we go to the lion habitat tomorrow?” Grayson followed
behind his brother.

“Oh, that should be interesting.” Taylor laughed. “The werewolves
checking out the lion.”

“Could be cool too.” Grayson fell in stride with Taylor. He wanted to
hold his hand but didn’t know how comfortable Taylor was in
public. He was surprised when Taylor reached for his hand and
threaded their fingers together. The meeting with Caden Fournier
had angered his mate. “Taylor,” Grayson whispered. “You don’t
have to.”

“I want to. I’m not ashamed of you, or who I am for that matter.
Baby steps right?”

“Baby steps.” Grayson nodded.

They ended up stayin. g in the hotel and watching the ‘Cirque du
Soleil’ show. Xander watched in awe as the performers were in
mid- air hanging from the ceiling. Jagger sat right next to him
holding his hand the whole time. When that hand started gliding up
his thigh, Xander turned to see the lust in his mate’s eyes. He
smiled and squeezed Jagger’s hand. By the end of the show
Xander was so wound up he couldn’t wait to get Jagger alone.
They practically ran to their suites and said good night in the
hallway.

“So, no rush in the morning right?” Taylor nuzzled Grayson’s neck.

“Nope, let’s take our time.” Jagger smiled. “Good night guys.”

“Night,” Grayson smiled at his brother as Taylor dragged him into
the room. As soon as the door closed Taylor was all over him,
pushing him into the door. Grayson felt his suit coming off at warp

speed. Warm lips covered his throat and then his feet left the floor
as Taylor carried him to the bed. Grayson’s whole body went up in
flames at the touch of Taylor’s hands on his bare flesh. His back
arched as Taylor’s tongue licked a path down his abdomen. It
occurred to him things were going to go a lot further tonight and his
pulse raced at the thought of Taylor making love to him. As if
reading his thoughts Taylor stopped his all- out licking fest and
looked up at him just then.

“I want to make love to you.”

Grayson nodded. “I want that too.”

Taylor crawled up Grayson’s body and hovered over him. “At any
time, if I’m hurting you or you are uncomfortable you just say the
word and I’ll stop.”

“Do…do you have anything?”

Taylor smiled. “I asked the concierge to leave us some lube in the
bathroom.”

“That was very…” Grayson tilted his head. “Resourceful of you.”

Taylor chuckled and kissed Grayson softly. “I want you to be
comfortable.”

“You keep kissing me, and I’m going to be putty in your hands.”
Grayson flicked his tongue over Taylor’s teeth.

“Putty huh?” Taylor grinned wickedly. “I’ll be right back.”

Grayson sat up on his elbows watching Taylor stripping his suit off
on the way to the bathroom. The light clicked on then off, and
Taylor was walking back. Naked. Grayson’s body shivered looking
at Taylor’s naked form. He licked his lips as Taylor’s powerful
muscles moved with his every step. And then he was there. A
warm mouth covered his, and fingers gripped at the nape of his
neck as a slow surging heat enveloped his tight tunnel. Grayson
whimpered as Taylor’s fingers slid in and out in an excruciatingly
slow seduction hitting his prostate. He’d never felt anything like it,
and he found himself mewling as Taylor increased the speed and
depth of his fingers.

Grayson stood right on the precipice of release when Taylor
stopped, Grayson whimpered at the loss. A warm, moist heat
surrounded his balls and he realized Taylor was sucking them in,
rolling them around on his tongue as his hand kept an even slow
drag on his cock. Any sex he’d ever watched on TV didn’t
compare to what Taylor Drake was doing to him. His hips arching

to meet Taylor’s hand, he was unprepared for the intense blazing
heat that shot up his chute. A loud cry left his lips and then Taylor
was there, soothing him. Soft caresses and gentle whispers to as
Taylor slid inside him, filling him. Slow, precision thrusts and all the
while Taylor was devouring his mouth. Licking his lips and sucking
his tongue, diving in deep only to pull away and lick and nibble at
his neck before coming back to stake his claim again. The
pressure in his chest was making it hard for him to breathe, and
then the pleasure crashed over him. Grayson’s claws exploded
from his fingers and his teeth blew out of his gums. His orgasm hit
and he wailed, as it jetted from him.

~~

Taylor came with a roaring howl, his body jerking from the
aftershocks of his explosive orgasm. He collapsed on Grayson
biting him deep on the shoulder. Another loud cry was emitted
from Grayson and more hot spunk covered Taylor’s stomach from
underneath. Taylor withdrew his canines and kissed the area, the
wound was already healing. Grayson lay underneath him
breathless, and covered in sweat. Taylor’s body shuddered and
the power from his mate entered him, spreading through his

the power from his mate entered him, spreading through his
bloodstream at a rapid rate. Taylor blinked and raised his head to
look at Grayson’s face.

“Is that…”

Grayson nodded. “We are connected for life.” Heat shot down his
arm through his biceps, spreading slowly through his body.
“Wayne…” Grayson stammered. “He bit you.”

“Are you alright?” Taylor held Grayson close to him.

“I think so,” Grayson panted. “Just, wow. I thought having Dakota’s
power was tough, I feel twice as strong now.”

Taylor smiled. “Good. Are you okay? I’m so sorry if I hurt you.”

“I’m alright.” Grayson touched Taylor’s lips lightly. “I could use a
bath.”

Taylor chuckled. “I wondered how long it would take before you got
in there. Stay right here okay? I’ll go get it ready.” Taylor looked
over Grayson’s body. “Extremely hot baths right?”

“Yes,” Grayson smiled. “You too?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Taylor leaned over and kissed Grayson’s lips. “I’ll
be right back.”

Grayson rolled over on his side to watch Taylor’s ass as he walked
across the suite. He wrapped his arms around himself and
couldn’t stop the soft giggle or the smile that spread to his face.
He’d finally made love, and it was with his mate. Grayson sighed
softly, sated and happy. He heard footsteps and then Taylor was
picking him up and carrying him to the bathroom. The tub was still
filling, and bubbles were threatening to spill over the side.

“Bubbles?” Grayson arched a brow.

“It’s a manly scent.” Taylor smiled lowering Grayson into the tub.
“How’s that?”

Grayson sighed and frowned. “It’s missing something.”

“It is?” Taylor looked around, he’d put everything Grayson would
need on the side. “What is it babe? What do you need?”

“You,” Grayson put his hand out, and sat up in the tub.

Taylor smiled and stepped in behind Grayson. He spread his legs
around his mate’s body and pulled him back to rest against his
chest. “There, how’s that?”

“Mmm, I love it when you call me babe.” Grayson relaxed into the
arms of Taylor and smiled when large hands massaged soap over
his chest. He pulled Taylor’s hand up and aligned it with his own.
“Wow, you have big hands.”

“I’ve got big feet too, you know what that means right?” Taylor
chuckled.

“You wear big shoes?” Grayson laughed, as Taylor tickled him.

Taylor nuzzled Grayson’s neck. “You are perfect for me, you know
that right? You bring out a side to me I never knew I had.”

“What side is that?” Grayson bent his head back to meet Taylor’s
lips.

Taylor cupped Grayson’s chin in his hand and kissed him, licking
his lips. “The nurturing side, I thought for sure I’d never give a shit
about anyone except Jagger. You’ve changed all that.”

Grayson took Taylor’s face in his hands. “You and Jagger aren’t

alone anymore. You have our family now. Believe me; my dad will
welcome more sons into the fold.” Grayson sat up in the tub. “Oh
God, we didn’t even call him to tell him we found our mates!”

“Doesn’t he know? I mean Dakota could hear our thoughts so it
would stand to reason your dad could too right?”

Grayson relaxed and closed his eyes sending a message to his
father. He smiled when his Dad’s voice entered his mind.

“

Yes I know, now have fun with your mate. I love you Grayson.

And take care of my son Taylor because I’ll treat you like my own
too.”

John chuckled.

“

Yes sir!”

Taylor smiled and held Grayson tighter to him.

“

Night, Dad.”

“

Night, son.”

Taylor could hear the lines of communication click off in his head
and he shook it clear

.

“That is so weird. Jagger and I couldn’t

figure it out for the longest time, we just didn’t get why our father
had to have Dakota. But after the fight in Denali it all made sense
and now,” Taylor looked at Grayson in his arms. “Now I
understand.”

“It freaked us out; we weren’t used to that much power. We run
faster, shift faster, our sense of smell is tenfold. It took a lot of
getting used to; I’ll help you with it okay?”

“Hey, as long as I have you I can get through anything.” Taylor
kissed Grayson’s neck. “Wow, this tub is hotter now than when I
put you in.”

“Yes I know.” Grayson yawned and stretched his arms out
wrapping them around Taylor’s neck. “We put out some heat.”

“Poor baby,” Taylor smiled, biting Grayson’s ear lobe. “You ready
for bed?”

“Yes,” Grayson put his arms down and played with the bubbles.
“Taylor?”

“Mmm hmm?”

“Are you going to let me…well you know…?”

“Top me?” Taylor smiled, as Grayson’s body stiffened between his
legs. “Yes Grayson,” Taylor leaned into his ear. “I want you to make
love to me.”

“But what if I can’t…” Grayson sighed. “I have no ideulda what to
do.”

Taylor pulled the plug out letting the water drain. He grabbed a
towel and picked Grayson up wrapping him up like a burrito. After
making sure Grayson was dry, he dried his own body then picked
Grayson up again. They made their way back into the bedroom
and Taylor lowered Grayson onto the bed and pulled the blankets
over him. He got in and turned the light off pulling Grayson on his
side so they could face each other.

“You will do just fine, and you want to know why?”

“Why?” Grayson whispered.

“Because you’re mine Grayson Quinton, you are everything I have
always wanted. I have a hard time believing that we’d be put
together if we sucked in bed.” Taylor smiled.

“Oh, that’s so comforting.” Grayson rolled his eyes.

“We have a long time together to figure it out.” Taylor whispered
pulling Grayson lips to his. “So stop worrying, and kiss me.”

“That I can do,” Grayson leaned in.

“I thought you might.”

~~Chapter Eight~~

Jagger moaned as Xander’s fingers breached the tight muscles in
his tunnel. Warmth raced up his spine as the fingers scissored and
pinched inside rubbing, searching. Jagger arched his back as
Xander’s fingers brushed his sweet spot. Xander’s tongue was
doing a slow investigation of his mouth and he tunneled his fingers
into Xander’s soft hair. His ass clenched as Xander’s fingers slid
out slowly and were replaced by the blunt tip of his erection.

“Are you okay?” Xander whispered. His arms were shaking and
he was scared to death. He was about to make love for the first
time.

“Yes,” Jagger nodded. “Make love to me, Xander.”

“Are you sure?” Xander searched Jagger’s eyes. When Jagger
nodded, he pushed in up to the crown. Xander closed his eyes
and slid in further. The heat from Jagger encased him as his dick
breached Jagger’s barrier. The overwhelming tightness of
Jagger’s tunnel made it feel like someone was stepping on his
cock. Xander sucked in a breath and stopped, his orgasm was
threatening to spill in seconds. He braced himself above Jagger,
both hands on either side of his head, and leaned in to kiss his
mate as he started a slow rhythm. The kiss was slow and sensual
and Xander whimpered when Jagger’s legs wrapped around his
waist pulling him in. They moved as one, Jagger meeting with
each and every in-stroke.

“Xander…” Jagger groaned, and then something changed.
Xander’s kiss became more urgent and the thrusting deeper,
harder. Jagger whimpered at the voraciousness of Xander’s kiss,
and rose to meet him.

“Oh, fuckfuckfuck…” Xander’s fingers gripped the sheets as
Jagger’s tongue licked up his neck, sucking and leaving a mark.
Xander thrust in and with a cry of surprise, came. His hips bucked

and he crashed down on top of Jagger sinking his canines into his
lovers shoulder.

“Ahhh!” Jagger’s cock exploded at a rapidity that surprised him,
he alm“ost screamed, as he came all over Xander and himself.

They lay there, both sated and breathing heavily. Jagger could
hear Xander’s soft chuckle and he smiled running his hands into
Xander’s hair.

“Jesus, Xander.” Jagger sighed in content. “That was, wow.”

“Yeah?” Xander raised his head to look into Jagger’s face.
“Really?”

“Look at me,” Jagger motioned to the spunk all over his stomach.

Xander licked his lips. “Mmm, I want to taste that.”

“Fuck…” Jagger lay there with his mouth agape, as Xander licked
his abdomen clean. It was so fucking sexy, his cock was hard as a
rock in seconds. Xander’s tongue licked the head of his cock all
while his eyes remained focus on his face. “Oh. My. God.” Jagger
whispered. Christ, he was going to cum again in seconds. Xander
flicked the head of his cock and then it was gone, swallowed by
Xander’s mouth. Jagger came hanging onto Xander’s hair within

seconds. His hips jerked, shoving his cock further into Xander’s
warm, wet mouth.

“Fuck yeah,” Xander growled, swallowing his mates cum.

Jagger’s head fell back on the pillow and he stared at the ceiling. “I
think I’m dead.”

“Nope,” Xander wiped his mouth. “You just have a seriously sex
deprived mate. I haven’t even started exploring your body.”

Jagger groaned. “I am going to die then. Can you die from this?”

“Are you eighty?” Xander laughed.

Jagger cracked up and pulled Xander on top of him. “I can’t wait to
get you back home to Anchorage. I want you to see where I live.”
Jagger closed his eyes as Xander kissed his lips softly. “I love the
way you kiss me.”

“I love kissing you,” Xander smiled licking Jagger’s bottom lip.
“You taste fantastic.”

“So do you.” Jagger held Xander’s face in his hands.

“We should sleep,” Xander looked at the time. “It’s after midnight.”

“Good idea.” Jagger grabbed Xander and flipped him on his back.
He took Xander’s mouth in a passionate kiss. Xander gripped his
biceps and Jagger broke from the kiss smiling. “Good night,
Xander.”

“Tease...” Xander giggled.

“Slut.” Jagger pulled Xander into his arms and kissed his
forehead. “Get some sleep sexy, we go home tomorrow.”

“Yes, home.” Xander sighed. Home

was

Anchorage now, because

that’s where Jagger was.

~~*~~

The lights of Anchorage twinkled in the distance as the plane
dipped. Grayson sat back in the seat and closed his eyes. Taylor
had a hold of his hand. They’d spent most of the day running
around Vegas like teenagers. Turned out the lions were

very

curious about the four werewolves looking at them. There’d been a
lot of roaring. Gof rayson smiled thinking about the day spent in
Las Vegas with his mate. Taylor took him everywhere he wanted
to go and didn’t complain once, and he’d been woken up with a
blow job this morning. Life was

really

good. Grayson let out a

breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when the plane landed on
the runway. He waited until the plane rolled to a stop then grabbed
his bag. Taylor’s hand was squeezing his as they exited the plane
and walked towards baggage claim. Grayson saw Bernard
waiting for them and waved.

“Hi, Bernard!” Grayson smiled broadly.

“Did you enjoy Las Vegas, Grayson?” Bernard laughed, as the
younger man hugged him.

“I did, Taylor took us everywhere.” Grayson winked at his mate.

Jagger shook Bernard’s hand. “Everything go okay in our
absence?”

Bernard took Jagger aside. “Both Vanessa and Brianna came by
the office and your homes while you were gone.”

Jagger sighed. “Dammit, I knew Vanessa would cause me
problems.” Jagger looked over at Xander. “I don’t want him hurt
because of her.”

Bernard looked over at Grayson and Taylor. “Brianna is acting like
she and Taylor are still an item. She almost got slapped by
Bianca.” Bernard chuckled.

“Oh, did she now?” Jagger arched a brow.

“Yes, she all but demanded to have the number of the hotel to call
Taylor. Needless to say Bianca told her to fuck off.”

“Remind me to give her a raise.” Jagger cracked up.

“Will I be taking Xander and Grayson to their apartment tonight?”
Bernard smiled mischievously.

“I’m not sure,” Jagger got Xander’s attention. “Are you two going

home with us?”

“Did you really just ask that question?” Xander put his hands on his
hips and frowned.

“So that’d be a yes.” Jagger smiled as Xander scowled.

“Yes, that’s a yes. Moron.” Xander winked.

“Oh, I like him.” Bernard laughed loud. “He’s good for you Jagger,
both he and Grayson have brought out a side to you and your
brother that was not there before.”

“I know,” Jagger sighed, smiling at Xander trying to catch his bag
as it went around the conveyor belt.

“Good, don’t screw it up.” Bernard clapped Jagger on the back.
“Let’s go.”

~~

By the time the town car pulled up in front of Jagger and Taylor’s
houses it was almost eleven at night. Grayson dragged himself out
of the car and grabbed his suitcase following Taylor to the front
door. Bernard honked the horn as he drove away leaving the
brother’s on the front steps of their houses. Taylor smiled and gave
a slight wave to his brother as he unlocked the door to his house.
He flipped the light on and smiled as Grayson put his suitcase by
the front door.

“So, what do you think?” Taylor folded his arms across his chest.

Grayson stepped down into the suernnken living room and looked
around. Hardwood flooring spread throughout the room, plush
oversized chairs sat on either side of an equally plush couch with
throw pillows. The coffee table was a polished pine and sat in front
of a large fifty inch plasma TV on the wall. The fireplace took up an
entire wall and a soft area rug completed the look. The walls were
painted in neutral tones and paintings of Denali National Forest
were displayed on the opposite wall of the fireplace.

“It’s beautiful.” Grayson turned to look at Taylor. “It’s just like what I
would have done.”

“Come on let me show you the rest of it.” Taylor extended his hand.

“Okay,” Grayson took his hand and they walked through the rest of
Taylor’s house. It didn’t scream, “I’m rich, bitch!”. It was beautiful,
tasteful and low key. Climbing up the stairs, Grayson walked into
the bedroom. A king sized bed and two night stands occupied one
wall, on the wall directly across was another flat screen TV
perched above another fireplace. The carpet was thick and soft
and Grayson kneaded it with his toes. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Look at the view.” Grayson opened the sliding glass door to the
balcony.

The light of the full moon cast a glow on the ocean water and
Grayson took a deep breath inhaling the smell of the salty sea air.
“Reminds me of home.”

“I would like you to think of this as home, Grayson.” Taylor took
Grayson’s hands in his own. “When you’re ready, I want you to
move in with me.”

“Are you sure? I mean we’ve just met Taylor. What if I snore?”
Grayson looked at Taylor’s smile.

“You don’t, I’ve already slept with you.” Taylor caressed Grayson’s

cheek. “There’s no pressure okay? I just want you to know that I
want this, all of it.”

Grayson nodded. “I want this too. Just, give me a few days to get
used to the idea okay?”

“However long you need.”

After settling into bed, Taylor turned on his side to look at Grayson.
He was almost asleep the minute his head hit the pillow. Taylor sat
for a few more minutes just looking at the beautiful face of Grayson
Quinton. He was going to do whatever it took to keep him in his
life.

~~

Xander hadn’t stopped gaping at Jagger’s house. It wasn’t that it
was loaded with expensive furniture. It’s because it wasn’t. It was
beautifully decorated and tasteful and Xander took his time
walking through it. According to Jagger, his house was almost a

duplicate of his brothers and it had happened by accident. They
shopped together for furniture but split up in the store and when the
furniture was delivered, it was almost exactly the same.

Right now however, Xander was playing with the sleep number
bed.

“Hey, I’m sinking.” Xander giggled.

Jagger was on his side, head propped up in his hand. “I’ve never
set it that low. I wonder how far down you can go?”

Xander laughed. “You may have to pull me out.”

“Or I could just lie on top of you.”

Xander waggled his eyebrows. “It could be interesting to see if we
could have sex with it set all the way down.”

“Maybe,” Jagger chuckled.

Xander spread his arms out and yawned. “I think I’m jet-lagged.”

“Come here,” Jagger laughed and pulled Xander into him. “Try and
get some sleep, okay?”

Xander closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Being in Jagger’s
arms was so damn

comfortable.

“Good Night, Jagger.”

“Good night, Xander.”

~~

Over the next few days, Grayson and Xander settled in at Drake
and Drake. Taylor looked at all their work and was impressed.
They did indeed have the architect gene. They fit in perfectly and
everyone loved them. They had Bianca eating out of the palm of

their hands. Taylor couldn’t be more proud of his mate. They were
in the conference room this morning going over a model design for
a European client, when Bianca buzzed in on the conference room
phone. Taylor hit the button.

“Yes Bianca?” Taylor crooned.

“There’s a Mr. Levine here to see you as well as Mr. Dubois.
Should I send them up sir?”

Taylor looked at Jagger; Bianca never called them ‘Sir’ unless the
daughters were with their fathers. Taylor rolled his eyes at his
brother and depressed the intercom button again. “Send them
right up Bianca, thank you.”

“Great,” Jagger sighed. “Well now we find out whether your
breakup cost us money.”

“What do you mean?” Grayson looked at Taylor.

“I was whoring myself, remember?” Taylor sighed and sat down in
the chair.

Xander looked from Taylor to Jagger. “What about the Mr. Dubois
guy?”

“That’s Vanessa’s father, and she no doubt fed him some bullshit
about our breakup.” Jagger fixed his tie and grabbed a glass of
water. “Doesn’t matter, I told her it’s over.”

There was a knock on the door and Grayson looked at the other
three men. When none of them moved he pursed his lips. “Well, I
guess

I’ll

get it.” Grayson hadn’t gotten the door open a crack

when a large man burst through, he almost tripped and fell and
grabbed the chair to keep form toppling over. “Oh, come on in.”
Grayson snarled.

“Jesus,” Taylor helped Grayson up. “Are you okay?”

Jagger steeled himself for Frank Dubois’ attack. “What can I help
you with Mr. Dubois?” Frank Dubois was a portly man with a red
face. It wasn’t sunburned either, it was just red all the time. Beady
little eyes stared at him with an atrocious comb-over.

“You broke my daughter’s heart is what you did!” Frank boomed.

Jagger’s eyes laloonded right on Vanessa’s face. “Oh, is that so
Vanessa? Did you tell your Dad what you were doing when I broke
it off?”

“Oh she did, but women are women and men are men. You don’t
end it with someone because they sucked cock!” Frank sneered

at Jagger.

“Oh, well

I

do.” Jagger rested his hands on the conference room

table, leaning across it. “See, I want someone who’s faithful Frank.
Not someone who can’t keep her pants on.”

“How dare you speak about my daughter like that!” Frank roared.
“I’ll have you out of business by next week! I know people!”

Grayson narrowed his eyes and picked up the phone. He dialed a
number and hit speaker. “Oh so do we Frank, so do we.”

The phone rang twice and a cheerful female’s voice came across
the line. “Flynn Electronics, how may I direct your call?”

“Hello Charisa, its Grayson—”

“Grayson! How are you!” Charisa crooned. “I’ll put you right
through!”

Jagger smiled as the line beeped, and then Riley’s cheerful voice
came over the line.

“Hey Grayson! Are you back from Vegas yet?” Did you see the
thunder from down under guys?”

Xander giggled and then straightened, when Jagger’s jealousy
floated his way.

“We didn’t this time, but listen, that’s not why I’m calling. We are
having a slight problem with Frank Dubois—”

Frank coughed loudly. “I see where you’re going with this young
man—”

“Do you?” Grayson tilted his head.

“Just tell me what you need sweetie, and Mateo and I are on it.”

The door opened again and Brianna strolled in, with her father
Harold right behind her. Jagger sighed and ran a hand through his
hair.

“Mr. Flynn? This is Jagger Drake speaking—”

“Oh no you don’t!’ Riley laughed. “You call me Riley.”

“Okay, Riley.” Jagger smiled. “We seem to have a
misunderstanding with Mr. Dubois. But I am quite confident he
knows his place now?” Jagger narrowed his eyes at Frank.

“Oh, I’m sure if he doesn’t right now, he will in about two minutes.
No one messes with my boys, is that clear Mr. Dubois?” Riley’s
voice became much louder. “I believe you know what I can do to
your little law firm.”

“Little?” Vanessa stammered. “Who does he think—”

“Shut up Vanessa,” Frank grabbed his daughter. “We are leaving
now.”

“Have a nice day!” Riley crooned.

Grayson shut the door behind them and picked up the phone.
“Thanks Riley, I appreciate it.”

“Anything for you guys. Anything else?”

“Nope, I think that takes care of that problem.” Grayson smiled.

“Okay, if you need anything don’t be afraid to call. Bye cutie! 
R"18

“Bye Riley.” Grayson hung up with a smile on his face. “Xander
and I are going across the street to get lunch. We’ll be back.”

Taylor smiled as Grayson and Xander excused themselves. Once
the door to the conference room was shut, he took the exact
stance Jagger had, and rested his hands on the table.

“What can we do for you, Mr. Levine?” Taylor tried to smile.

“Well now, for starters you can call me Harold. Just because you
and my daughter broke up doesn’t mean we have to get formal
does it?” Harold smiled.

Taylor relaxed, and Brianna pouted. “No I guess not Harold. What
brings you by today?”

“Well, just wanted to let you know we’ve signed off on your plans.”
Harold put his hand out. “It will be good doing business with you,
Taylor.”

“Dad.” Brianna whined.

“We’ve gone over this darlin’. Business is business, and this is
what’s best for the company.” Harold took a stern voice with his

daughter.

Taylor smiled and shook Harold’s hand. The man had a thick
Texas drawl and stood as big as an ox. He’d never had a problem
with the man, he even liked him. “My Brother and I look forward to
it, Harold.”

“Good,” Harold nodded. “I look forward to seeing you both at the
black-tie on Saturday?”

“Yes, we will be there.’ Taylor walked Harold to the door. “Pleasure
doing business with you Harold.”

“Pleasures all mine. You boys have a good day now.” Harold
winked, and dragged his pouting daughter out the door.

The door shut and Taylor fell into the chair. He sighed and rubbed
his face. “Well, that didn’t go as bad as I thought it would.”

Jagger smiled. “Thanks to Riley Flynn.”

Taylor chuckled. “What do you send a millionaire, as a thank you?”

“I think he’s in the billions now.” Jagger looked at the clock. “Jesus,
I am hungry. Besides, I think we owe our boyfriends more for their

contacts.”

“Dinner someplace nice?” Taylor leaned back and closed his
eyes.

“For starters.”

~~Chapter Nine~~

Grayson juggled his cup of coffee along with his bagel, as he and
Xander made their way back to the office. They spotted Vanessa
and Brianna together, and it looked like they were in deep
conversation. Xander laughed and Grayson sipped his coffee, as

he turned to look at his brother.

“What?”

“I wonder, between the two of them, if they have enough brain cells
to carry on a conversation.” Xander bit into his bagel. “Oh look, the
firefighters are cleaning the truck.”

Grayson stopped to admire the muscle-bound men. “It was better
when we ha poydn’t found our mates. It’s no fun watching them
now.” Grayson pouted. “None of them look as good as Taylor.”

“I know,” Xander sighed deeply. “The allure is gone.”

Grayson narrowed his eyes at one of the guys running around with
a sponge. “Hey, isn’t that Preston Dalton?”

“Wyatt’s mate?” Xander looked at the kid. “It is him, what’s he
doing at the firehouse?”

“Well, let’s go find out.” Grayson looked both ways before crossing
the street, and they walked up to the fire truck. “Preston?”

Xander smiled when the blonde-haired kid turned around.

“Hey guys!” Preston smiled wide. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Working at Drake and Drake.” Grayson shook Preston’s hand.

“Cool,” Preston nodded. “I’m volunteering here. You know, staying
out of trouble. Wayne’s idea and all. Tucker and Wes are inside
cooking.” Preston looked around and ran a hand through his hair,
“How’s Wyatt?”

“Still believes in you. We’ve tried to convince him you don’t exist,
but…” Xander shrugged his shoulders. “He’s stubborn.”

“I miss him,” Preston sighed. “It sucks being six years older.”
Preston looked around. “Look, Nick’s here with Kellan too, just
hanging out for the week. Why don’t we all get together tonight?”

“Sounds good,” Grayson smiled. “Just give us a when and where.”

“I will,” Preston smiled. “I gotta get back to work. So, we’ll see you
guys tonight!”

Xander smiled, as Preston ran back over to the truck and grabbed
a towel. “God I feel so bad for him you know? Wyatt’s six years
younger, and right now he’s a colossal pain in the ass.”

“Yeah? Let’s hope he grows out of it.” Grayson laughed.

~~

By five, Preston called and said they were all going to Charlie’s.
Charlie’s was the one bar in Anchorage that was specifically for
underage kids. And it was always packed. Grayson shucked his
dress slacks and grabbed a pair of worn jeans. He slipped a t-
shirt on with a hoodie and grabbed his hiking boots out of the
closet. Xander was already dressed and on the phone with
Jagger, telling them where to meet them. Taylor and Jagger had
one more meeting tonight, before they were free and would be
joining them soon after. The black-tie affair was slowly creeping up
on them, and Grayson knew it was going to be an important night
for Drake and Drake.

Bernard was waiting for them downstairs, and Grayson smiled
getting into the town car.

“Well good evening, Bernard.”

“How are my boys tonight?” Bernard smiled.

“We are going to relax, dance and stay sober.” Xander cracked
up.

“Charlie’s it is.” Bernard winked.

Charlie’s was loud, and bodies were plastered to the wall. The
neon lights moved around the room in c Foy8

“Hi!” Xander shouted over the music at Nick and Kellan.

“Hey guys!” Nick stood up and hugged Xander, then Grayson. “It’s
good to see you two.”

“What are you two doing in Alaska?” Grayson sat next to Nick, as
Xander took the seat between Kellan and Preston.

“We just decided to take a quick vacation.” Nick smiled at
Grayson. “So, I heard through the grapevine you guys landed
yourselves the Drake brothers.”

“They are our mates.” Grayson sipped his drink.

“That is so cool!” Preston shouted. “I always knew those guys
would end up with male mates. Their dad was an asshole.”

Xander laughed. “From what I heard, yeah, he was.”

“Hey Grayson, you want to dance with me?” Preston smiled wide.

“Sure.” Grayson stood up, taking Preston’s hand.

Xander laughed, as his brother was yanked towards Tucker and
Wesley, already dancing. The second Grayson hit the dance floor,
the music changed to the “Electric slide”. Xander groaned, when
Nick and Kellan stood up, grabbing him off the stool.

“No! You can’t make me!” Xander cracked up, as they dragged
him to the dance floor.

Forming a line, the men all danced the steps together. Xander’s
ass hit Kellan’s and they busted out laughing as they all ran into
each other during the different steps. More than once Grayson
stepped on Nick’s foot, and was thanked with a hip to his ass.
They were laughing so hard, they kept bumping into each other.
The club was so hot, Xander’s shirt was actually wet with sweat.
He leaned back into Kellan and felt arms around his waist. They
moved to the music and Xander realized he danced a lot better
with his eyes closed.

“I should just keep my eyes shut.” Xander laughed, as Kellan spun
him out and pulled him back in.

Nick laughed, stepping into their circle with Grayson. “I know what
the next song is.”

“Oh yeah?” Grayson arched a brow.

“Yup, Cha Cha baby.” Nick smiled wide.

“Oh come on!” Grayson moved his ass to the beat and sure
enough, the song merged into “Cha Cha Slide”. “How did you
know?”

“Preston comes here a lot with Tucker and Wesley.” Nick laughed.
“Clap your hands!”

“Yeah? How low can you go?” Grayson swung his hips, as he
lowered his ass to the floor.

“Damn Grayson!” Preston laughed. “You’ve got some moves!”

Preston grabbed Grayson around the waist and moved to the beat
with him.

Xander was so engrossed in keepin Foy8ayson arg with the beat,
he didn’t realize his mate arrived until the feeling of jealousy hit him
like a two by four. He scanned the room and saw Jagger with
Taylor watching them. He crooked a finger at Jagger and smiled.
The way Jagger moved, it was fucking

sexy.

“Look at you,” Jagger pulled Xander into his arms. “You looked so
good.”

“You were jealous.” Xander winked.

“Okay, maybe a little. I know I shouldn’t be.” Jagger looked at the
other men dancing with his mate. “Kellan?”

Kellan turned and looked at the man addressing him. “Shit,
Jagger? Damn, it’s good to see you.”

“You too, and Nick is with you?” Jagger put his hand out and
Kellan shook it. Kellan and Nick had been part of the fight in
Denali, when Carson Drake had been taken out of power. He
knew he shouldn’t be jealous, but Kellan Brady and Nicholas
Stevens were not ordinary men. Not only were they werewolves,
but they were stunning, Kellan, with his dark hair and eyes black as

onyx, and Nick, with equally dark hair but eyes that twinkled silver.
As if sensing his discomfort, Kellan smiled and took him around
his shoulders.

“I know he’s yours, Jagger.”

“Thanks, I know it’s stupid, I just…” Jagger sighed.

“Nope, dude, I get it. I’m still waiting for my mate you know?”

“You’ll find him,” Jagger smiled at Xander, shaking his ass at his
brother. “When you least expect it.”

Grayson felt hands come around his waist and slide up his shirt.
His skin went up in flames, as a hot breath caressed his ear. He
smiled, grabbing the hands sliding up his torso.

“Come on Preston, you know I’m with Taylor.” Grayson tried to
keep the laughter out of his voice.

“What?” Taylor turned Grayson around. He scowled when Grayson
laughed. “That was not funny.”

“Jealous much?” Grayson wrapped his arms around Taylor’s neck.

Taylor looked around the club. Couples were dancing and some of
them were men. He envied them; they held each other close,
oblivious to anyone around them. He felt Grayson’s arms sliding
off his neck, his eyes met Grayson’s.

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot,” Grayson backed away.

Taylor grabbed his hand, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Come
back here and dance with me.”

“To this?” Grayson laughed. The music playing was Cameo’s
“Candy”.

Taylor tilted his head. “Yep, I can manage this. Come on, shake
those hips.”

Grayson laughed, as they were surrounded by the rest of the guys

in the group. Xander was pumping his hips into Jagger’s. The
other guys were rolling their hips in slow circles, flirting with not
only women, but men in the club. Grayson could see at least three
women and four men, that would love to go home with Kellan or
Nick. They just oozed confidence and sex.

~~

By two in the morning Grayson was stumbling back into Taylor’s
house. His muscles hurt from dancing, and he fell into bed fully
dressed. “Can’t move.” Grayson groaned.

Taylor laughed, crawking up Grayson’s body unbuttoning his
pants. He pulled them down and chuckled when Grayson rolled
over on his stomach, one leg out. “Go to sleep babe.”

“M’kay.” Grayson sighed.

Taylor brushed his teeth and turned the light off in the bathroom.
The shades were partially open and the light of the full moon cast a

beautiful glow on Grayson’s body. Taylor climbed into bed and ran
his hand over Grayson’s soft skin. Grayson whimpered softly and
Taylor kissed his shoulder tenderly.

“Night babe,” Taylor whispered.

“Mmm, Taylor…love you.” Grayson sighed.

Taylor froze. Did…no. Taylor shook his head, he was hearing
things. Wasn’t he? Taylor pulled Grayson into him and wrapped
his arms around him. He closed his eyes and thought about what
he’d just heard. Or thought he’d heard. “Love you too.” He
whispered.

~~

Xander gripped the shower wall as Jagger spread his legs out
further. Heat tore into him and he cried out as Jagger thrust into
him, his orgasm ripped through him hitting the shower tiles.
Jagger’s canines punctured his shoulder and Jagger came hard
and fast, hands gripping his hips in a vice-like grip. Xander leaned
his head back and Jagger took his lips in a gentle kiss. Running
his hands into Jagger’s hair, he pressed his tongue into Jagger’s
mouth searching every corner. The water ran cold and Xander was
off his feet and in the bed before he even realized what happened.
Jagger hovered over him, soft kisses on his eyes and neck and
Xander sighed.

“God, that was beautiful. I love it when you make love to me.”

Jagger rolled on his back and Xander settled into his side. “I love
making love to you. I love the fact that you’re so vocal too.”

“Yeah? You love it when I scream?” Xander chuckled.

“I love it when you say my name. That’s how I know you’re really
with me and no one else.”

“I’ll never be with anyone else Jagger.” Xander looked into
Jagger’s eyes.

Jagger kissed Xander’s forehead. “Me neither. Good night

Xander.”

“Night.”

~~

The clean air of Denali whipped through Xander’s hair, as they
flew down the highway. They were going to the park for a BBQ with
Jagger and Taylor’s alpha. Xander had to admit he was a bit
nervous meeting Wayne. The guy was created, and the power that
came with that was absolute. The fact that he was the betas mate,
gave him a sense of pride though. Grayson was riding with Taylor
in the Jaguar right behind them. Havi Foy8ute.ng the ability to
speak to each other mentally, made things a lot easier, especially
when they knew how to do it without their mates knowing. Xander
could feel Grayson’s apprehension about the meeting, neither one
of them had ever met Wayne. The Aston Martin turned onto a
gravel road, and then a large cabin came into view. Preston,
Tucker and Wesley, were waving at them from the picnic bench.

Jagger parked the car, running around to get his mate. “I can feel
your unease, Xander. Stop worrying, once you meet Wayne, you’ll
wonder why you were so scared.”

“I’m not scared…” Xander’s skin heated, and then a wave of
power ran through his body. A voice breached his head.

“

And you shouldn’t be. You are family, Xander, you and

Grayson.”

Xander turned to see Wayne standing in the front door of the
cabin. A mile wide grin on his face. The air around them heated,
as Wayne came closer. Jagger took his hand, pulling him towards
Wayne.

“Do you feel that?” Grayson whispered to Xander.

“Yeah, I do.” Xander’s heart rate was spiking, sweat rolled down
his biceps.

“I can pull it back a bit, if it helps?” Wayne took Xander and
Grayson’s hands. “Look at you boys, perfect mates for Jagger and
Taylor. I couldn’t be happier!”

“He says that to all of us.” Kellan came out of the cabin, making his
way towards them.

“You’re still here?” Xander shook Kellan’s hand. “Are you on
permanent vacation?”

“Nope, just discussing a few things with Wayne.” Kellan shook
Jagger’s hand. “I hope you guys both know just how lucky you are.”
Kellan turned to look at Tucker and Wesley. “Some of us are still
searching.”

Wayne took Xander by his shoulders, peering into his eyes.
“Jagger bit you, during mating.”

Xander knew his face was five shades of red. “Yes, he did.”

“Don’t be embarrassed boy, that’s normal.” Wayne mussed
Xander’s hair. “You need to relax; I ain’t nothin’ worth getting all
worked up about.”

“Pfft!” Preston sat back on the bench. “We were all there, Wayne,
when you broke Carson’s leg?”

Wayne growled playfully, looking over the younger Quinton. “Ya’ll
look alike; I see Taylor bit you as well.” Wayne winked.

“Yes.” Grayson shook Wayne’s hand, the feeling was strange, to

say the least.

“Well, you boys go relax; I gotta talk to Jagger and Taylor.” Wayne
motioned to Jagger and Taylor to follow him. “We’ll see you in a
bit.” Wayne took Jagger and Taylor down to wonder lake; they sat
down, looking at the landscape. Wayne turned to look at his boys.
“Ya’ll over the ‘I ain’t gay’ shit, yet?”

“What?” Taylor stammered.

Wayne sat back, regarding his boys. “Look, I know what your
father has done to you two. Breaks my heart that neither of you
came to me, I thought we were friends?” Wayne put his hand up,
as Jagger opened his mouth to speak. “Shush, point is, I’ve known
you were both gay for years, didn’t bother me a damn bit. I’ve
known your f Foy8ll ather a long time, if I’d have known what he
was doing, I’d have come back sooner. I knew your dad’s dad,
and his dad before him, and so on and so forth. I’ve been on
God’s green earth a lot longer than I care to say, in that time, I
learned quite a few things. You can’t help who you fall in love with,
and as werewolves, you

really

can’t help who the fates pick for

you. They obviously knew what they were doing, giving you the
Quinton boys.” Wayne chuckled, looking at Jagger’s face. “They
can deal with you, and I see some changes in you both. You both
are in love.”

are in love.”

Jagger nodded, looking down at his hands. “I was ashamed, after
hearing my dad, year after year; I didn’t want him to know. Then,
when Taylor got caught…” Jagger shrugged his shoulders. “I really
couldn’t tell him.”

“Well, that’s all changed now. You both need to learn to stand up
for yourselves, be who you are; you’ve got great men at your sides.
Shit can get ugly, people can be stupid, but you both know how to
handle that with your heads held high. I’ve got your back, and I will

always

have your back.” Wayne took both boys in his arms. “I love

you like my own. Embrace love, you never know when it can be
taken from you.”

~~

Grayson saw Kellan sitting by himself; he made his way over,
sitting down next to him. Kellan had to be one of the most beautiful
men he’d ever seen. Well…besides Taylor. The man was not only
tall, but he bulged muscles, and lord if he didn’t look like walking
sex. Grayson giggled, thankful Kellan couldn’t hear his thoughts.

“What’s wrong Kel?”

Kellan sighed, turning to look at Grayson. “You’re nineteen right?”

“Almost, why?”

“I’m in my twenties and still haven’t found my mate. Even Preston
has one and he’s younger than you. I just wonder how long I’m
going to be alone. I mean, I have my pack and Alex is a great
alpha, but I feel empty, ya know? Like something is missing, and
it’s constantly there. Alex said even as a made wolf, I’ll get a mate,
but what if it takes years?” Kellan sighed, dropping his head. “I just
want to find love.”

“You will, Kellan, when you least expect it. It’s going to bitch slap
you and then you’ll forget all about the loneliness, because you’ll
have

him

, the one that’s meant for you.” Grayson put his arm

around Kellan’s shoulders. “He’s going to be everything you ever
wanted, every fantasy you ever had come true, and he will feel that
same pull to you.”

“How do you it’s going to be a guy?” Kellan laughed. “What if the
fates decide I need to be straight?”

Grayson leaned to the side, pretending to puke. “Ew! I have to eat
soon!”

Kellan laughed, picking Grayson up, and throwing him over his
shoulder. “Come on, ya little shit.”

“Put me down!” Grayson struggled, laughing. “I’m a grown man!”

Taylor came around the corner of the cabin and stifled a laugh.
Kellan had his mate over his shoulder, spanking his ass as he
walked. “Hold him like that!” Taylor yelled, running over. “This is
perfect.”

“This is not funny!” Grayson struggled, as Taylor spanked his butt.
“I’m so going to kick yo F>

“He growls like a pup.” Kellan snickered.

“Oh that’s it, Brady!” Grayson pinched Kellan’s skin by his hip.

“Ow! Damn that hurt.” Kellan flipped Grayson over, setting him
down. He had to laugh; Grayson was looking up at him with a
scowl. “You are just so cute!” Kellan mussed Grayson’s hair.

“I am not Wyatt.” Grayson crossed his arms over his chest. “Go get
Preston.”

Kellan looked over at the bench. “Ohhh, Preston!”

“Ohhh, hell no!” Preston ran towards the cabin.

Grayson laughed, as Tucker and Wesley ran after Preston into the
cabin. Taylor’s hand slipped into his and he looked over at his
mate. Taylor’s cheeks were pink and his eyes shone bright. “You
look beautiful.” Grayson pulled Taylor into him.

“I heard you.” Taylor pulled Grayson’s lips to his own. “Is that how
you felt, before we found each other?”

Grayson nodded. “Yes, like I wasn’t whole just yet. You are
everything I have ever wanted in a man.” Grayson slid his arms
around Taylor’s neck.

Taylor pulled Grayson towards the cabin. “Oh? Is that why Kellan
looks like walking sex?”

Grayson’s mouth dropped open. “You heard that?”

“Yes,” Taylor laughed, pulling Grayson into his arms. “You are mine
though, I’m not jealous anymore. We were fated to be together.”

Grayson pulled Taylor back. “You are the only one for me; I’ll never
want

anyone

but you.”

Taylor pulled Grayson to him, palming his face and kissing him
softly. “I feel the same way.”

“Taylor?”

“Yes?”

“I’m hungry.” Grayson giggled.

“You’re always hungry, come on.”

The table was covered in food, ribs plates were passed around
along with BBQ chicken. Corn, green beans, mashed potatoes,
baked potatoes, coleslaw and it went on and on. Grayson’s plate
was piled so high, he grabbed another one. The table was filled
with laughter, as Wayne told them old stories about his pack. He’d
been around for longer than Grayson had suspected. Wayne told
them stories about the civil war and how he and his pack had tried
to stay out of the fighting. They’d always wanted peace, and had
fought more than one pack in their day. At that time, some
werewolves still looked upon humans as food; the Maccon pack
had the nasty job of ridding them.

“So, how long have you been around, Wayne?” Xander raised a
brow.

“I was born in Ireland, during the great potato famine.” Wayne sat
back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“Your mate was human, wasn’t she?” Grayson sat forward,
intrigued.

“Yes, she was.” Wayne sighed. “I’d changed her, she was going to
die and I couldn’t let that happen. The change was hard on her,
she almost died from it. We were happy for a long time; she was
ma Foy8o dd for the first twenty years.” Wayne chuckled softly.
“She eventually came around. Then the wolf hunts started, they
were putting traps down everywhere and back then, wolves were
hunted for their pelts. Much like they are now. She was out alone,
and they killed her.” Wayne sighed, looking at the table of men.

“I’m so sorry, Wayne.” Jagger took Wayne’s hand.

“It was a long time ago. When you find your mates, you’ll know. The
pull is there for you both; you will instinctually be drawn to each
other. Don’t worry so much.” Wayne winked at Wesley, Tucker and
Kellan. “All in due time, boys.”

“So, now we carry on the line?” Preston tilted his head. “But we are

all gay.”

The table erupted in laughter and Wayne sat forward, looking at all
of them. “You can have women bear your children, but they must
never see the pups. Newborns shift a lot at first; it can be a bit,
unsettling.”

“So wait, are we going to live as long as you?” Xander’s eyes went
wide.

“No, not

that

long.” Wayne chuckled. “But you will live a lot longer

than you think. I’m not sure; I’m going to have to read the diaries of
the elders.”

“But there are female werewolves?” Grayson took a bite of his
chicken.

Wayne nodded. “They are protected above all else, it is rare, that
a female survives. She endures much pain. Then they become
almost feral for quite a bit of time, attacking anyone around them. I
have seen a few in my day, it is horrific to watch.”

Grayson shivered. “I don’t remember my first change, I was just a

baby. It was never painful for me. I guess Troy and Sam were in a
lot of a pain though.”

“The Maccon line is strong; it’s almost like a poison at first. The
change can be long or short, depending on the individual.”

“Can we stop talking about pain?” Tucker looked at his plate. “I’m
losing my appetite.”

“Pain is a factor of life, Tucker. Once the bond is established, you
have most of the Maccon line running through you, only when you
find your mate, does the true power flow. It is hard to control at first
—”

Xander laughed. “Yes, I agree with that.”

Wayne winked. “But in time, you learn to control it, instead of it
controlling you.” Wayne grinned at all the men sitting around the
table, staring at him in awe. “Will you boys eat?”

By midnight, the group was heading to bed. Grayson put his dish
in the dishwasher and turned to see Wayne standing by the
kitchen door.

“You’re going to have to push him, Grayson. You and Xander. I’m
afraid, if you allow them to keep hiding; they will lose what they

love out of fear.”

“Taylor’s been okay.” Grayson wiped his hands dry.

Wayne walked to Grayson, taking him by the shoulders. “You must
be strong, have faith.”

Grayson leaned against the counter, as Wayne left the kitchen.
What did that mean? Stay strong for what? Grayson turned off the
light and took the stairs to the top floor. Taylor was in bed reading
a book. Grayson crawled in, nestl Fon ing into Taylor’s side. He
wouldn’t lose Taylor. Would he?

“You okay?” Taylor kissed the top of Grayson’s head.

“Yes.” Grayson closed his eyes, he’d think about it in the morning.

~~Chapter Ten~~

Saturday night arrived and Jagger and Taylor were in the
Redington Ballroom of the Millennium Alaska hotel. Dressed in
Tuxes, they both leaned against the bar taking in the guests.
Mostly architects with more than a few business men thrown in.
Taylor scanned the crowded ballroom and sucked in a breath.
Entering from the side door was Caden Fournier.
“Fuck,” Taylor cursed under his breath. “Look who just showed up.”

Jagger looked at his watch. “What time did Grayson say they
would be here?”

“Eight.” Taylor looked at his watch.

“Oh hell, this just keeps getting better and better.” Jagger sighed.
Vanessa and Frank arrived and Vanessa shot him a look of
disgust. Jagger smiled and winked.

“No shit.” Taylor sighed and then smiled as his eyes met with
Harold Levine’s. Brianna was dressed in a low cut silver gown.
Her breasts were popping out of the fabric. Taylor rolled his eyes
as both Brianna and Vanessa made a bee-line for Caden
Fournier. “Well they have a big surprise in store for them don’t
they?” Taylor chuckled.

Jagger gripped the bar. “Oh God, they’re here.”

Taylor’s eyes swept to the door and he locked eyes with Grayson.
His mate, in a tux, took his breath away. Grayson gave him a
knowing grin, and he and Xander strolled over to the bar.

“Sorry we’re late.” Grayson winked. “We like to make an entrance.”

“Yes, I see you’ve caught the attention of quite a few people.”
Taylor watched Caden’s eyes on Grayson.

“Oh, Caden’s here.” Grayson nodded a hello in Caden’s direction.
He smiled when both Brianna and Vanessa turned to see who
Caden was smiling at. “Oh, look, they absolutely hate me.”
Grayson pouted. “I’m so hurt.”

Xander chuckled and leaned into his brother’s ear. “Caden is
finding you quite enchanting little brother.”

Grayson looked up and his eyes met with Caden’s. The man
raised his glass and Grayson did the same. Both Vanessa and
Brianna took Caden by the arm and hurried him away.

“Well, let’s mingle.” Xander smiled.

~~

Grayson stood by the food table and watched the networking
going on. He’d barely seen Taylor all night, most of the time he’d
been with Xander. Jagger was deep in conversation with Harold
Levine, and Taylor was schmoozing with an advertising executive
from Toronto. Foy8oeen w Grayson felt a presence next to him
and looked up to see Caden Fournier smiling at him.

“Mr. Fournier.” Grayson put his hand out.

“Grayson, so formal? I thought we were friends?”

Grayson put his glass on the table and looked up at Caden. “Okay,
Caden.”

“Much better,” Caden smiled and looked around the room. “You
are alone?”

“Well I’m here with my brother and the Drake brothers.” Grayson
looked around; he’d lost sight of Taylor.

“Oh, Mr. Drake seems to be occupied with Miss Levine at the
moment. Better him than me.” Caden chuckled.

Grayson looked in the direction Caden pointed out and saw
Brianna cozying up to Taylor. He excused himself and went the
long way around the banquet hall to avoid running into anyone else
on his way. Brianna was whining about their breakup when
Grayson walked up on them.

“Come on Taylor, what we had was good.” Brianna smiled, running
her hand up Taylor’s bicep.

“Look, it’s not going to happen.” Taylor’s eyes met with Grayson’s
over Brianna’s head.

“What…” Brianna turned around to see what Taylor was so
preoccupied with. “And you are?”

“Grayson Quinton.” Grayson extended his hand.

“He’s an intern at the company Brianna.” Taylor moved out of her
reach. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Oh my God,” Brianna saw the look on Grayson’s face. “You’re
with him, aren’t you?” Brianna looked at Taylor again. “You’re gay!”

“Don’t be stupid Brianna,” Taylor looked around the crowded
ballroom. People stopped their conversations, and were now
paying attention to Brianna’s high pitched voice. Dogs could
probably hear her a mile away. Taylor’s heart raced in his chest,
as all eyes were on him now. “He works for me and that’s all. I am
not gay for fucks sake. Don’t be stupid!”

“Yes, by all means Brianna don’t be stupid.” Grayson looked at
Taylor. “I’m just an employee.” Grayson turned and walked away

as fast as he could.

~~

Xander heard the commotion and looked at Jagger. “This isn’t
going to work, is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Tell these people you’re with me, Jagger.” Xander looked at the
crowded room. “Tell them.”

“That’s not fair, Xander.” Jagger lowered his voice.

“You’re right, it’s not. But you would do the exact same thing to me,
wouldn’t you?” Xander looked around the room, as all eyes
followed Taylor’s slow walk over to them. “Jagger?”

“What do you want me to say? I’m not ready yet Xander. I want too,

God knows I do—”

“But you won’t.” Xander sighed. “Good Night, Jagger.” Xander
followed his brother out the do Noy8dth="ors of the hotel. He found
Grayson on the side of the building crying. He grabbed his brother
and hugged him. “It’s okay, Gray.” Xander heard a slight cough,
and turned to see Caden Fournier looking at them. “Yes?”

“Can I offer you a ride home?” Caden looked at Grayson’s tear
stained face.

“Not unless that ride home is on a plane for Washington.” Grayson
wiped his eyes.

“I can arrange that.” Caden motioned to his limo pulling up.

Xander raised an eyebrow at his brother. “It’s up to you Grayson, I
go where you go.”

“I want to go home.” Grayson sniffled.

Xander looked at Caden. “We accept your offer.”

~~

The way to the doors of the hotel, was met with everyone stopping
to ask what the problem was. After many “There’s no problem”.
Jagger and Taylor finally made it outside to the front of the
building. Xander and Grayson were nowhere to be found. Taylor
cursed and kicked the curb.

“I knew this would happen, I just fucking knew it!” Taylor ran a hand
through his hair.

“We’ve got no one to blame but ourselves Taylor. You and I both
know that Grayson and Xander are so much more than just our
employees. You are in love with Grayson and I’m in love with
Xander.”

“Well then, I guess we better start looking for them and throw
ourselves at their fucking mercy.”

~~

Grayson looked out the window of Caden Fournier’s private jet.
His heart hurt so badly he wanted to cut it out. He’d never felt pain
like this before. Xander was in the same state, he’d done his own
crying privately, and Grayson left him alone until he’d come back to
the seat and they cried together. Now Xander was finally asleep
and Grayson was left with his thoughts.

“Your cell phone is ringing.”

Grayson jumped at the sound of Caden’s voice. “I don’t want to
talk to him.”

Caden picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. “Riley?”

“That I’ll take,” Grayson put his hand out. He smiled when Caden
placed the phone in his hand. “Thank you.”

“

De rien

.” Caden smiled.

Grayson flipped his phone open and heard Riley going a mile a
minute. “Okay, okay, slow down Riley.”

“Troy called and then Sam called, they said you were in pain and
you weren’t answering your phone. What’s wrong baby? Why are
you upset?”

Grayson went into the explanation of the black-tie event, how he
had walked up on Taylor and Brianna and Taylor’s excuse. He
almost choked on the words as they came out. To make things
worse, Caden was overhearing the whole c Noy8="18"
wonversation. He wasn’t trying to, it was just hard not to hear it with
Riley’s loud expletives. “So that’s it.”

“Where are you sweetie? I want you to come see me and Mateo.”

“Well, I’m on a plane right now headed for Washington. It’s Caden
Fournier’s, he offered us a ride.”

“Put him on the phone, please.”

Grayson handed the phone to Caden. “Um, it’s Riley Flynn. He
wants to talk to you.”

Caden arched a brow and took the phone. “This is Caden.”

Grayson watched, as Caden listened to whatever Riley was
saying. It must have been a good conversation, because Caden
was already smiling. Riley had that effect on people though. You’d
buy swamp land in Florida if he asked you to.

“Yes, I’m sure that will not be a problem, Mr. Flynn.” Caden
chuckled. “Alright then if you insist, Riley. I will make sure they are
there. It was a pleasure speaking with you.” Caden handed the
phone back to Grayson. “I’ll be right back; I must speak with the
pilot.”

Grayson watched him leave and got back on the phone. “Riley?”

“I’m here; look Caden’s bringing you to Arizona okay? Don’t worry.
I’ll make all the calls to your Dad and brother.”

“Thank you, Riley.”

“It’s no problem; I’ve wanted you guys to come visit. See you soon
Grayson.”

“Bye.” Grayson hung up the phone and looked out the window.
Arizona, it was better than home right now. He didn’t need to see
all the looks of sadness. He’d wish he’d never found his mate, at
least then his heart would still be intact.

“I know it’s not my place, but I remember what it was like to be
hiding who I was.” Caden sat in the seat opposite Grayson. “For
the longest time I stayed hidden in fear of losing my business, my
friends and colleagues. It is a hard truth to face, but being gay is
not easy.”

“Are you out?” Grayson looked at Caden. The man commanded
attention and he certainly did not hide in the background.

“I am.” Caden nodded. “I waited until I had enough money and I
would not care if I lost a business deal here or there. When I came
out so to speak, I lost a few friends, but they were not my closest
friends. The people who love you will never turn their back on you.
Jagger and Taylor have never had that kind of love before. I have
met their father. He is not a nice man.”

“So you think I overreacted?” Grayson closed his eyes and sighed.

“I cannot tell you what is right or wrong. I can only tell you what I
observe. Whether or not you choose to do something about it is up
to you. I will say however, that I will not cry if you do not go back to

Taylor.” Caden smiled when Grayson blushed. “I am very direct,
Grayson.”

“I’m getting that.”

“I am also not one to come between love, and it is obvious to me
you are very much in love with Taylor Drake.” Caden leaned
forward and took Grayson’s hand. “Take some time and think
about it, do not make a rash decision. Because as angry as you
are, it will eventually pass and you Noy8Ta will be left with the love
you feel for Taylor. Heartache can last year’s Grayson, be very
sure of what you can live with.”

“You’re a good guy, you know that?” Grayson smiled.

“Do not tell anyone.” Caden winked.

“Why are you single?” Grayson looked over Caden. “I mean, you’re
gorgeous.”

“Well, thank you.” Caden sat back smiling. “I have not found the
one man that makes my heart beat a bit faster. I never know if they
are with me for my money or for love.” Caden sighed.

“Well,” Grayson smiled. “If I wasn’t so in love with Taylor, you’d
know why I was with you.”

“Oh?”

“It’d be for sex.” Grayson waggled his eyebrows.

“

Mon Dieu

!” Caden cracked up. “Taylor does have his hands full,

doesn’t he?”

Grayson smiled slyly. “Well I waited, if you know what I mean.”

Caden’s eyes went wide. “No…”

“Yes, Xander and I, well we wanted it to be special.” Grayson
blushed. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“I am French, believe me I have heard it all.” Caden chuckled
softly. He leaned over and took Grayson’s hands. “If you are ever
in need of anything, you call me alright? I would like you to
consider us friends.”

Grayson smiled at Caden Fournier, the man was drop dead
delicious and sweet as could be. “I do Caden, I really do.”

~~Chapter Eleven~~

The next three days were spent in misery. Taylor couldn’t function
at work or at home and Jagger was in the same state. They’d tried
calling Grayson and Xander only to get voicemail each and every
time. They’d gone to their apartment but no one answered the
door. Finally after calling Dakota they’d found out that Grayson and
Xander went to Arizona. Taylor looked out over the ocean from his
balcony. The house seemed empty. Grayson’s laughter was
missing from it. Riley had been kind at least, he’d told them to just

give the boys some time. If anything Riley understood about
coming out. He’d almost lost Mateo because he’d been afraid to
come out. He’d assured Taylor that Grayson and Xander just
needed some time.

Taylor heard the front door open then close and footsteps were
coming up the stairs. Jagger came into the bedroom and joined
him on the balcony.

“So, Bianca called. Caden wants us in Vegas tomorrow.” Jagger
sighed.

“Well we either get the bid or we don’t. I don’t even care anymore.”
Taylor sighed.

“What are we doing Taylor? We got away from dad and yet here
we are. I don’t know about you, but I miss Xander. Half of me is
gone and it’s killing me.” Jagger gripped the railing.

“You don’t think I’m hurting?” Taylor looked at Noy8me.” JaJagger.
“I can’t breathe. I keep trying to open up my mind so that I can just
hear his thoughts, but he’s closed me off.” Taylor sighed. “All I can
do is keep sending my thoughts to him. That I miss him, and I
fucking love him. Fuck, I should have said it the minute I realized
it.”

“I know,” Jagger sighed. “I’m guilty of it too. I’m so in love with
Xander it’s crushing me being away from him.”

“Then we go to Vegas and deal with the plans. Then we go to
Arizona and we fucking beg on our goddamn knees for our mates,
because God help me I feel dead inside.” Taylor put his hand out
to his brother. “Deal?”

“Deal.” Jagger gripped his brother’s hand.

“Well then, let’s pack.”

~~

Caden sighed, his real estate agent had sent him hundreds of
properties in Seattle and he was having a difficult time choosing
just one. He’d requested just a simple home overlooking the
ocean. Well, he had plenty to choose from. He looked out the
window of his suite and watched the bustling town of Vegas. He’d
miss it, that was for sure, but he needed a change. He realized
after talking with Grayson that he missed having someone in his
life. He missed the euphoric feeling of being in love. It was harder
for him however, never knowing if the man he was with was with
him for love or money. Caden sighed and looked at his watch, the
Drake brother’s would be there at any moment and he had
devised a plan of sorts. It was cruel he supposed, but needed. His
phone beeped, bringing him out of his thoughts. He picked up the
line.

“Yes dear,” Caden drawled.

“Mr. Fournier, the Drake brothers are here.”

“Send them up, Evangeline.”

“Will you be needing coffee?” Evangeline snickered.

“No, smart ass.” Caden chuckled. “Get back to your apartment and
pack for Seattle.”

“Yes sir!”

Caden laughed and hung up the phone. He sat at his desk looking
over the plans for the hotel in Egypt. It was utter brilliance the way
these men thought. They had a true and rare talent to see things
others could not, and with Grayson and Xander at their sides, they
could do so much more. There was a soft knock on the door and
Caden stood up.

“Come in.”

Jagger walked in with Taylor right behind him. They looked awful.
Pale faces with bags under their eyes. It was obvious they were
miserable without Xander and Grayson.

“Hello,” Caden smiled. “Why don’t you have a seat? Can I get you
something to drink?”

“No, thank you. We’re fine.” Taylor unbuttoned the top button of his
suit and sat down.

“As I said at our last meeting, I would very much like to work with
the two of you. Your plans are brilliant; I see quite a future in store
for you Voy8he pl both. I am ready to offer you the deal of a
lifetime. Every future building that goes up will be by your hands,
and I have quite a few more buildings I plan on erecting.”

“So what’s the deal?” Jagger sat forward. “There’s always a
catch.”

Caden smiled demonically. “I will sign off on Egypt and every future
project on one condition.” Caden leaned forward. “I want one night
with Grayson Quinton.”

Taylor stood up; the chair flew across the room. “Are you fucking
nuts?”

“No, I am a business man. And when I like something, I go after it
until it’s mine. He’s your associate Mr. Drake; he’s free to make
his own choices.”

“The fuck he is!” Taylor snarled.

“Why do you care what Mr. Quinton does Mr. Drake? He’s works

for you, he is a free man.”

“No he’s not!” Taylor roared. He was close to letting his lupine side
out and he felt Jagger’s hand in his.

“You would risk millions of dollars, maybe even billions for a man.”
Caden tilted his head. “Why?”

“Because, I love him!” Taylor shouted.

Caden smiled wide, as Taylor slumped into his chair. “Interesting.”

“There I said it.” Taylor looked up at Caden. “You can take your
plans and shove them up your ass. I don’t fucking care anymore.”

“So I can assume that Xander is off the table as well then?” Caden
looked at Jagger.

“You assume correctly.” Jagger stood up. “We’re done here. We
don’t need your money Mr. Fournier, and we have somewhere to
be.”

“Ah yes, Arizona eh?” Caden smiled at the look of shock on
Jagger and Taylor’s faces. He picked up the phone. “Evangeline
darling, please send my lawyer up and have the jet fueled and

ready to leave. The Drake brothers are leaving for Arizona as
soon as we sign the contracts.”

“I…I don’t understand.” Jagger slumped back down in the chair.

“You both have love in your lives; it would be a shame if you lost it.
Not all of us find it or we do and it is fleeting.” Caden sat back in
his chair and smiled at Taylor and Jagger. “I had to know if your
love was stronger than the lure of money. I also hate homophobic
people, but I can see that is not the case with you two. You are
nothing like your father.”

Taylor’s head snapped up. “You know Carson?”

“Oh yes,” Caden chuckled. “We had a meeting last year and he
was talking about gays. I took offense and decided not to work
with him. He will regret his words for a long time. You two are your
own men. Please do not ever think you are anything like your
father. As far as being gay, I am not ashamed of it and neither
should you two be. You are in love. Embrace it.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Taylor half smiled. “You are nothing like
we thought you’d be.”

“A crazy man with too much money?” Caden laughed. “I admit, I
like to have fun and push the limits. I can get bored easily.”

The door to the room opened and a balding man walked in
carrying a briefcase.

“Ah, there you are Clyde. This is Jagger and Taylor Drake.” Caden
stood up and came around his desk. “Let us hurry and get the
contracts signed. These men have to be in Arizona right away.”

Jagger took Caden’s hand. “Thank you, for all of this.”

“No need. We French people are notoriously romantic.” Caden
winked.

“And eccentric.” Taylor laughed and shook Caden’s hand. “But we
wouldn’t have it any other way Mr. Fournier.”

“Ah, you must call me Caden.” Caden took Jagger and Taylor’s
hands in his. “I will be proud to call you both friends.”

“Same here Caden,” Jagger smiled. “Same here.”

~~Chapter Twelve~~

Grayson pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes, the blazing
heat of Arizona drying his swim trunks only minutes after getting
out of the pool. It was ridiculous. It was another beautiful day, not a
cloud in the sky and over one hundred degrees. He felt like he was
melting on the lounge chair. Xander was still in the pool with Mateo
and Josh and he was sitting back with Riley and Mark. Some other
people were showing up soon he guessed. They were all getting
ready to leave for Anchorage for the weddings. He smiled at the
thought of Sawyer getting married. Sawyer had been convinced
he’d never find his mate, and then Troy walked back onto the
reservation. Grayson thought of Taylor and his heart seized, God
he missed him so much.

Grayson was pulled out of his thoughts by Xander’s voice.

“I can hear you.”

“I can’t help it.” Grayson pouted.

Mark smiled looking over at Grayson.

“That must be so weird, to hear each other’s thoughts.” Mark
smiled looking at his husband in the pool. “I’m kind of glad I don’t
hear Josh’s.”

Josh cracked up. “You’d have me committed babe.”

“I still might.” Mark arched a brow.

Josh flexed his biceps. “Come on babe, you know you love me.”

“More than life.” Mark blew him a kiss.

The back door opened and Grayson noticed Josh’s smile. He
turned to look at who was coming out. A dark haired man walked

out looking at the men in the pool. Josh got out of the pool and
picked the shorter man up in a tight hug.

“Look at you! You are so freakin’ cute Keegan.” Josh laughed.

“Put me down!” Keegan struggled. “You’re all wet!”

“That’s what she said.” Mateo chuckled.

Josh put Keegan down and faced him towards Riley, Mark and
Grayson.

Riley Flynn, Mark Montgomery and Grayson Q Voy8 Riluinton. I’d
like you to say hello to the FBI’s best hacker and cutest
surveillance guy. Keegan Ripley. Keegan, this is Grayson, Riley
and my husband, Mark.”

Keegan smiled shaking all of their hands, he lingered at Mark. “I
feel sorry for you.” Keegan giggled.

“Sometimes I do too.” Mark laughed when Josh grabbed him and
picked him up. “Hey!”

“Where’s Lyons?” Josh looked around.

“Inside, he had to use the restroom.” Keegan rolled his eyes. “I
think he’s prolonging having to deal with you.”

“I don’t blame him.” Mateo cracked up.

“Yeah well, “Keegan shrugged. “Thanks for inviting us. I’m going to
miss you guys when we leave for D.C.”

“We’ll still see each other.” Josh winked. “Isn’t James still talking
about trying to bring in your guy?”

Keegan blushed. “He’s not, ‘my guy’ He’s a notorious killer. He’s
just killing bad guys, which has James’ interest piqued.”

“It has mine piqued too.” Mateo got out of the pool. “With their
connections do you know how many people we could put down?
Jesus, this guy’s ex-husband is the head of the Russian mob.”

Keegan nodded. “That’s where Devin comes in. He has a plan to
get to Panchenko.”

Mateo whistled softly. “That’s a bold move.” Mateo jumped at the

sound of Special Agent Devin Lyon’s voice.

“Yes well, to catch a killer…” Devin smiled.

Josh nodded. “You send one out.”

“James wants to send Keegan out to catch Markov.” Devin looked
at his partner and smiled.

“Is he fucking nuts? That man has no conscience, no mercy.” Josh
looked at Keegan. “Did you agree to this shit?”

Keegan shrugged. “He thinks I’m the best man for the job. I’m non-
threatening and according to James. ‘Cute.’ Plus I stutter and, well
some other stuff when I’m nervous so James thinks that will help.
Don’t worry so much, James wants me doing more surveillance
before I jump into this.”

Josh ran a hand through his wet hair. “If you need back-up or
anything you call me or one of the other guys okay, Keegan? We’ll
be there.”

“I’ll be fine Josh.” Keegan smiled. “I’m a big boy.”

Mateo eyed Keegan’s five foot nine frame, he wasn’t as muscular

as the team but he wasn’t weak either. His jet-black hair was
styled and his green-grey eyes sparkled. He was cute. “Josh is
right, if you need anything…”

“Sheesh guys, calm down. I did have to go through the academy
and I can fire a weapon.” Keegan rolled his eyes.

“Troy said this Markov guy is one fucking piece of work Keegan.
He’s met the man in person remember?” Mateo looked at Josh for
support.

Josh looked at Keegan. “Markov will eat you alive.”

“Fuck, I hope so.” Keegan waggled his eyebrows.

“Oh for fucks sake.” Mateo sighed.

Grayson raised his hand.

“Okay, so confused here.” Grayson looked from one man to the
other.

“Long story Grayson.” Josh smiled. “Maybe we’ll tell it to you over
dinner.”

Riley’s ears picked up the sound of an approaching vehicle and he
looked at the group.

“Um, excuse me for just a second.” Riley smiled at the guys and
grabbed a towel heading into the house. He got to the front door
before the bell sounded and found Jagger and Taylor Drake on his
front steps. “Boys,” Riley smiled. “Nice of you to come visit.”

“I hope it’s okay that we showed up.” Taylor fidgeted on the front
steps. “We couldn’t stay away anymore.”

Riley smiled and waved inside the house. “Well come on in out of
the heat.”

“Thank you.” Jagger stepped inside the house and looked around.
“Wow, nice house.”

“Thanks,” Riley smiled shutting the door. “The boys are out back.
Do you want me to send them inside?”

“If they’ll even see us,” Taylor tried to smile.

“Oh, I think they will.” Riley winked. “Make yourselves at home in
the living room and I’ll send them in.”

Taylor sat down on the couch and sank into it immediately. The
house wasn’t one you’d expect from a billionaire, but then again,
Riley wasn’t your normal billionaire. He didn’t flaunt his wealth; the
house was more comfortable than anything else. Warm neutral
tones throughout and pictures of Riley and his husband as well as
most of the Queets pack lined the walls. A few modern paintings,
but nothing that screamed rich. The fear of what could happen with
Grayson had him wanting to get up and pace.

“Fuck, I’m scared.” Taylor looked at Jagger.

“Me too.” Jagger whispered. “What if it’s too late?”

They both heard the back sliding glass door open then shut. Taylor
stood up and faced the hallway. He clasped his hands together
ready to fall at his knees if that’s what he had to do. Grayson came
into view first and Taylor felt his heart lurch. Xander was right
behind him and they both stopped in the entry way to the living
room.

“Taylor?” Grayson looked at the condition of the man he was in
love with. Taylor was pale and looked like he hadn’t slept in a
week. He crossed the remaining distance to his mate and took
him in his arms. “Oh God, you look awful.”

“Grayson,” Taylor held him close, and then the floodgates opened.
He hadn’t cried since he was younger and now he couldn’t stop.
“I’m so sorry, I love you.”

“It’s okay, shhh.” Grayson took in the scent of his mate. “I love you,
too.”

Xander looked at Jagger’s haggard appearance. His heart broke
and he ran to his mate. Jagger’s arms came around him and
Xander buried his face in Jagger’s warm neck. “Jagger,”

“Oh God,” Jagger sobbed. “I missed you so much. I love you
Xander, I love you so much.”

Xander tight ^oy8 ened his grip on Jagger’s body. “I love you too.
It’s okay, everything’s okay now.”

“I’ll never deny my love for you. I promise Xander.” Jagger buried
his face in Xander’s hair.

Grayson eased back from the embrace running his fingertips over
Taylor’s lips, he leaned in and gently caught Taylor’s lips with his
own. A small whimper escaped Taylor as he teased the seam of
his lips with his tongue. Taylor’s mouth opened inviting him in, and
Grayson swept through Taylor’s warm mouth, re-learning it. The

kiss became urgent quickly, with Taylor gripping his hips pulling
their bodies flush together. Grayson had to fight throwing Taylor on
the floor and ravaging him right there. He broke from the kiss
slowly and looked at Taylor’s face. His cheeks were red and he
was panting.

“I want you.” Grayson whispered. He wiped at Taylor’s wet eyes
and kissed them.

“I missed you so much.” Taylor nervously put his hand up; he
wanted to run his hands through Grayson’s soft hair. He studied
Grayson’s face and reached out to touch those beautiful locks. His
fingers passed through silky-smooth hair and Taylor closed his
eyes as Grayson’s hand explored his face.

“I think we need to be alone.”

~~

Xander kept a tight hold of Jagger, their bodies pressed together

as they devoured each other with urgency. He couldn’t get enough
of Jagger’s mouth, and he pressed inside thoroughly consuming
his mate. Jagger’s hands slid to his ass and pulled him tightly into
his body. Xander’s erection was pushing the limits of his swim
trunks and he could feel Jagger’s own arousal on his thigh. Things
were getting out of hand and Xander knew he’d have Jagger
naked on the living room floor, and fast. He broke from the kiss,
saddened by the loss of his lover’s mouth. Pulling himself together
Xander looked around the room.

“We need to get somewhere private.”

Jagger nodded. “Yes, I need…I have to touch you.”

Xander looked around the house. This was Riley’s house and he
didn’t feel like ravaging his man here. He wanted to do it at home.
Jagger’s and

his

home. “Let me talk to Riley about taking the jet

back to Alaska.”

~~

Riley stood with Mateo in the kitchen, they smiled at each other as
Grayson and Xander assured their mates they loved them. Riley
took Mateo in his arms and kissed him. They’d been through a lot
just as Josh and Mark had, and came out on the other side. Riley
knew Grayson and Xander would be just fine.

“I love a happy ending.” Riley smiled.

“We have a wedding to attend.” Mateo caressed his husbands
face.

“

Weddings

.” Riley smiled.

~~

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Almost twenty four hours later, Xander was hanging onto Jagger
as he lay naked, sweating and moaning. Jagger was pounding
into him, slamming into his prostate causing a delicious shot of
ecstasy straight to his cock. His balls were so tight he swore they
were inside his body. And yet, Jagger held on waiting for him to
explode first and he knew it wasn’t going to be much longer. Their
mouths open, exchanging breaths, tongues twirling and then
Jagger’s mouth enveloped his in an explosive kiss. Jagger
gripped the headboard and thrust in, filling him to the hilt. Xander’s
dick exploded. The loud, hoarse cry that left his lips was
consumed by Jagger’s mouth and then warmth flooded him inside
as Jagger’s release seeped into his tunnel. Jagger crashed down
on top of him breathing hard and he threaded his fingers through
Jagger’s soft hair.

“I love you, Jagger.” Xander kissed the warm, sweaty neck of his
mate.

Jagger raised his head and looked into the eyes of the man he
loved. He’d never deny who he was ever again. “I love you too.
Thank you, for giving me another chance.”

“I can’t be without you,” Xander sighed as Jagger’s lips moved
across his jaw.

“I want you to move in with me.” Jagger cupped Xander’s chin.

“Yes.”

~~

Grayson’s back arched as Taylor’s warm mouth sucked his dick in
further. Hot breath’s tickled his groin as Taylor licked his balls,
sucking them in and rolling them around on his tongue. Grayson
sat up on his elbows to watch his mate deep-throating him again,
Jesus, he couldn’t look away. Taylor’s eyes were fixated on his
own and that talented tongue flicked the rim of his cock sending a
tingling sensation to Grayson’s ass.

“Taylor please…” Grayson fell back on the pillow with a loud groan.

“You want me?” Taylor slicked his dick with lube and picked
Grayson’s legs up letting them rest on his forearms.

“Yes…oh God please…” Grayson felt the tip of Taylor’s dick
knocking at his entrance and then searing heat flowed up the walls
of his anus. He gasped at the fullness in his chest as Taylor
pressed in further, filling him. He opened his eyes when Taylor
stopped moving above him. “What is it?”

“I want you to move in with me.” Taylor drew back slowly letting his
dick almost, but not quite, slide out of Grayson.

Grayson sucked in a breath, as Taylor thrust back in. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” Taylor smiled leaning over, he licked Grayson’s lips
coaxing his mates tongue out.

“Mmm hmm…” Grayson gripped Taylor’s hair and mashed their
lips together. “Now make me feel how much you missed me.”
Grayson growled against Taylor’s lips.

They put a hole in the wall. Taylor fucked him into the mattress and
Grayson swore he was screaming at the top of his lungs as Taylor
thrust into him. He was hanging onto hair, then biceps, and finally
the bed as Taylor continued to pound into him, every thrust harder
and harder. Grayson came with a howl, cream jetting from his slit
and covering most of Taylor and himself. He felt Taylor’s org
^oy8ry thrust asm roar into his body like a flash flood, his name
leaving Taylor’s lips in one long continuous cry. Taylor crumpled on
top of him, arms shaking and breathing heavily.

“Holy shit,” Taylor panted.

“Wow,” Grayson chuckled softly. “You

really

missed me.”

“I really did,” Taylor raised his head to look at Grayson’s beautiful
face. “I won’t ever make the same mistake again Grayson. You
can count on it.”

Grayson wrapped his arms around Taylor and held him close. The
three days they’d been apart felt like years. He didn’t want to ever
be apart again. “Taylor?”

“Yes?” Taylor nuzzled Grayson’s neck.

“You really want me to move in?”

Taylor caressed Grayson’s face lovingly. “Oh yes Grayson
Quinton, I want it all.”

~~

John Quinton had begged his sons to come home for a few days
before returning to work. He missed his boys; Wyatt was the only
constant in his life, which kept him very busy. He also needed to
get to know Jagger and Taylor better. Carson Drake had been a
monster to his sons; they needed to know that with him, he’d love
them no matter what. The large Ford truck pulled up to the house
and John smiled at his sons with their mates.

“There they are!” John put his arms out.

“Hey Dad!” Grayson flew into the arms of his father, the smell of
Old Spice wafting up his nostrils.

Taylor exited the truck with a small smile; it was good to see
Grayson so happy. He made his way over and put his hand out to
his soon-to-be-father-in-law. Hopefully.

“Mr. Quinton,” Taylor smiled.

“Oh, no way son, I’m John or Dad. Whatever you are more
comfortable with, I’ll take either, you boys are family now.” John
hugged Taylor tight.

Taylor smiled and reciprocated the hug. “It’d be my honor, John.”

“Much better.” John mussed Taylor’s hair. He smiled as Xander
plowed into him. “Oof! Hello son.”

“I missed you Dad.” Xander squeezed.

“Jagger,” John pulled the older Drake son into his embrace. “It’s
good to have you all here.”

“Good to be here, John.” Jagger smiled.

The door to Nadine and Joe’s flew open and Wyatt ran out in wolf
form circling Jagger and Taylor. He stopped in front of Jagger and
tilted his head. Jagger crouched down and patted Wyatt’s head.

“Well now, I remember you.” Jagger rubbed behind Wyatt’s ears.

Wyatt shifted back to his human form and cocked his head to the
side.

“You’re the nice wolf.” Wyatt stood up, brushing the dirt off his
naked butt.

“Clothes, Wyatt.” John sighed.

Wyatt giggled and walked to his father. “Dad?”

“Yes little one,” John picked his son up and wrapped his jacket
around him. “You really need to put some clothes on.

“When’s dinner?” Wyatt wrapped his arms around his father’s
neck.

“Yes, that is a good question.” Xander’s stomach rumbled.

The front door to Joe and Nadine’s opened again. Nadine stood
transfixed on the front porch. She slowly made her way over to the
men, looking over Jagger and Taylor slowly.

“You boys like to eat?” Nadine smiled.

“Yes Ma’am,” Taylor put his hand out. “Taylor Drake.”

“Nonsense, you come give me a hug!” Nadine grabbed him and
pulled him into a tight hug.

Grayson chuckled as his mate was squeezed to death by Nadine,
then Jagger got his own bone crunching hug. After all the
introductions were made, Nadine invited everyone in for drinks
before dinner was served. They all sat around Nadine and Joe’s
comfortable living room and Nadine peppered them both with
questions. Grayson was proud of his mate; Taylor was honest
about what had happened between all of them. Nadine took Taylor
and Jagger’s hands in her own and smiled at them both.

“Both of you boys deserved so much better, let me tell you
something, you have been blessed with John Quinton. The man
barely batted an eyelash when his sons came out to him.”

“Because it didn’t matter to me, Nay. These boys are my flesh and
blood, who am I to say who they can and can’t love. Whether they
are gay or not is of no consequence to me.”

“Dad, what’s gay?” Wyatt looked up at his dad.

The whole room burst out in laughter and John picked his son up
kissing both cheeks.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older munchkin.”

~~

Grayson had never seen so much food in his entire life, the table
was literally covered form one end to the other with dishes and
Grayson felt his mouth watering. Nadine Waters cooked for what
seemed like an army of men, which in a way is how werewolves
ate. He knew he could consume over twenty burgers and still be
hungry; their metabolism’s worked overtime. The dishes went
around and Grayson took a helping of everything, his plate was
piled high with turkey, ham and roast beef along with mashed
potatoes, green beans and corn. He topped off his plate with four
of Nadine’s yeast rolls, which smelled delicious.

“This is so good Nadine.” Grayson moaned, swallowing a bite of
roast beef.

Nadine clapped her hands. “It makes me so happy when you boys
eat.”

“Well then, we are about to make you ecstatic.” Jagger chuckled.

Nadine watched happily as the boys plowed through the food on
the table until there was nothing left but scraps. Against her
protesting, all the men helped clean up the table and put the
dishes to clean in the dishwasher ^oy8ere. Cold beers were
produced, and the men filed out of the house to the bonfire pit.
Jagger sat on one of the stumps and pulled Xander into his lap.
He could remember the day he saw Xander Quinton for the first
time, the beautiful black-haired, green-eyed gorgeous Native
American standing so proud with his pack. It sent shivers down his
spine.

“You okay?” Xander kissed his mates forehead.

“Yes, just remembering the day I first saw you.” Jagger smiled
squeezing Xander’s ass. “You are so beautiful babe.”

“So were you.” Xander smiled kissing Jagger’s nose.

The loud sound of a vehicle approaching had them all turning
around to see who had arrived. Sam, Dakota, Troy and Sawyer

jumped out of Troy’s black Ford F-250. Sawyer smiled seeing his
brothers around the pit with their mates.

“Well, holy hell,” Sawyer chuckled. “It’s the Drake brothers.”

“Hey Sawyer,” Taylor put his hand out. “It’s good to see you.” He
felt Grayson’s body tense in his lap and anger and jealousy
permeated from him. “Grayson?”

“I need…” Grayson stood up, looking in Dakota’s direction. “I’ll be
right back.”

Taylor stood up and felt a hand on his arm; he looked up to see
Dakota smiling at him.

“It’s not you, it’s me. I’ll go talk to him.” Dakota tried to smile. “I
believe our past is bothering him.”

“Oh, shit,” Taylor whispered. “I completely forgot.”

“Oh, thanks,” Dakota rolled his eyes and laughed putting his hand
over Taylor’s mouth. “Stop it, I’m kidding.” Dakota looked over

towards the trees and saw Grayson pacing. “I’ll be right back.”
Dakota walked over to where Grayson was pacing, his back
stiffened and he turned slowly. Dakota could feel the jealousy
rolling off Grayson in waves. “Gray…”

“I really don’t want to talk to you right now.” Grayson sighed. “I just
can’t get that image out of my head now, you and Taylor making
love—”

“Taylor and I never made love Grayson.” Dakota stopped and
stood in front of him.

“But, he said that you—”

Dakota shook his head. “No, we had sex; we never made love, big
difference Grayson. Taylor loves you, when you two are together,
that’s making love, not what he and I did.”

Grayson smiled. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I never loved Taylor, I am in love with Sam, and I make
love to Sam.” Dakota hugged Grayson tightly. “Are we okay?”

Grayson smiled and hugged Dakota tight. “Yes, we are okay.”

“Good, now get back over to your man.”

Grayson went back to the fire pit and sat in Grayson’s lap; he
wrapped his arms around him and kissed his forehead. “I love you,
Taylor.” He whispered.

“I love you too,” Taylor smiled and caressed Grayson’s face. “I do
have a request though.”

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“While we are visiting, no sex in your dad’s house okay?”

“You’re so old fashioned.” Grayson giggled.

Jagger raised his hand with Xander in his lap. “I heard and I
agree.”

“Great,” Xander rolled his eyes.

Grayson sat in Taylor’s lap and Taylor’s arms were wrapped
around his mate protectively as he kissed his neck softly running
his nose up breathing in his scent. Goosebumps broke out all over

Grayson’s body and his cock was hard as a rock in seconds. He
smiled wiggling in Taylor’s lap feeling Taylor’s erection on his own
ass. Grayson lay back further and ran his tongue seductively
around Taylor’s ear lobe. “Can we at least touch?”

“Oh, God yes.” Taylor’s hand slid up Grayson’s shirt feeling his soft
skin. “When we go for a run okay?”

Grayson felt his skin heating under Taylor’s hand; he swore his
dick was leaking already. “I want to touch you now.”

“Who’s up for a run?” Grayson looked around.

~~

Jagger ran after Xander down the beach, damn but he was fast, at
the last second Xander turned and ran into the forest leaving a
spray of sand and sea water on Jagger’s thick coat. The air was
crisp and smelled of pine, and Jagger felt the cool air whipping
through his fur. He caught sight of Xander ahead and took off to

the left. Xander took a backwards glance and saw Jagger was no
longer chasing him; he slowed down and took off to the right
sneaking around a large rock, his nose working overtime. Jagger
jumped him from behind and Xander let out a loud yelp of surprise,
Jagger pushed him down on his back and lay on top of him licking
his face and nuzzling his mate.

Xander let a soft whine escape and nuzzled Jagger back, running
his muzzle into his mate’s neck. Jagger got up and looked around,
his senses picking up Taylor off in the distance with Grayson.
Xander got up and nipped his heels, Jagger cocked his head and
Xander gave him the ‘Let’s go’ nod. They trotted next to each other
for a while before Xander led him into a small cave, Jagger looked
around, it was an abandoned wolf den. It was dry and warm and
smelled of pine needles. There were blankets in the corner and
changes of clothing, Jagger watched as Xander shifted and pulled
a blanket around him.

“I know you don’t want to have sex, but we can still do other stuff
right? I mean, I can handle the no sex part, but I want you to touch
me.” Xander watched as his mate shifted. Jagger was beautiful,
his cock laid semi hard on his thigh leaking precome and

his cock laid semi hard on his thigh leaking precome and
Xander’s nose caught the scent. His skin heated and he felt his
mouth watering looking at Jagger’s perfect cut head. “Wow, you
are more and more beautiful every time I see you naked.”

Jagger smiled and got down on the floor of the den making his
way over to Xander, they got under the blankets and Jagger pulled
Xander into his arms. He felt his whole body shaking and kissed
him softly. “We may not be able to have sex, but we can still touch.”

“Oh, I ^h="0im s wanna touch.” Xander breathed.

Xander pulled the blanket back taking another long look at his
mate, he reached a hand out and curled it around Jagger’s now
rock hard cock and stroked him slowly. Jagger let out a soft moan
and Xander smiled knowing he was pleasing his mate. He leaned
over and ran his tongue over the seam of his mate’s lips and
Jagger opened up to him. Their tongues met tasting each other
and Jagger’s hand gripped Xander’s hair pulling him onto his lap.
Xander straddled him and their cocks pressed up against each
other.

“Move with me.” Jagger ran his hands down Xander’s back and
cupped both ass cheeks pulling him upward, rutting their cocks
together.

They moved into each other and Jagger gripped Xander’s ass
firmly pulling him in close and licking the pulse in his neck. He
trailed his tongue up to his jaw and took his mouth. The kiss was
slow and exploratory as their bodies moved together, hard pricks
sliding over one another and Xander’s back went rigid. The feel of
his mate’s naked body against him, flesh pressed together,
Xander’s senses exploded and his cock followed seconds later.

“Jagger…Oh God…” Xander came hard spurting cum all over
Jagger’s stomach, his soft moans filled the small den and Jagger
gripped Xander’s ass pulling him up over his cock.

Xander pulled Jagger to his lips and dove inside tasting his mate,
his tongue doing a slow sensual sweep of his mouth. “Fuck…
Xander…” Jagger came with a loud moan and his hips bucked as
his orgasm shot all over himself and Xander. They sat there
kissing slowly as both of them came down from their orgasm.
Jagger loved the feel of Xander’s soft skin and ran his hands up
and down his bare back. They broke from the kiss and Jagger
took Xander’s face in his hands running his thumb across his
cheek. “You are mine.”

“Yes I am.” Xander looked in his eyes, light blue pools looked back
and Xander felt his cock hardening again. He grabbed a towel and
cleaned them both up as best as possible. “I think we are going to
have company if we don’t exit the den soon.” Xander smiled
hearing howls in the distance.

hearing howls in the distance.

“Yes, I agree.” Jagger looked around the cave. “This looks like
what Taylor and I had set up in Denali.”

“Well kind of, if we needed peace and quiet this is where we
came. I came here after that day, the day you showed up. I was
hoping and praying that it was you I was reacting to.”

Jagger held Xander to him. “I’m so glad it was you. God I had
hoped that morning when I saw you, but then Wyatt was there and I
could have sworn it was him.” Jagger chuckled softly.

“God, how much would that suck?” Xander smiled getting ready for
his shift. “We will make it work Jagger; you are my mate for life.”

“You bet your sweet ass I am.” Jagger watched as Xander shifted
back into a beautiful black wolf, the green eyes were smiling. He
wanted Xander under him screaming his name in pleasure but he
wanted it in a bed. Xander’s first time should be special and
Jagger was going to make that happen. “Come on, let’s get back.”

~~

Grayson was playing a game of ‘not it’ even though he was ‘
^h="0"0"it.’ Taylor had chased him and caught him more than
once, not that he was trying hard to evade Taylor, he just wanted
his mate close to him. Grayson smelled the air, a mixture of pine
and sea water filled his nose along with his mate’s musky, woodsy
smell. Grayson felt his body going haywire again thinking about
Taylor. He looked around and knew Taylor was hiding somewhere
and took off for the forest.

He had picked up the scents of Xander and Jagger and had
figured out they had gone to the wolf den on the north side of the
beach. He made his way slowly making sure he could sense his
mate nearby and laughed inwardly knowing Taylor was stalking
him. He made it to the mouth of the den and smelled arousal,
Xander had definitely been here with Jagger. The further he went
in the more the scent grew stronger, he grabbed a blanket from
the corner and made his way to the other side of the den shifting
and laying back waiting for his mate.

Taylor crept in the cave and was hit with the smell of semen full
force, he cleared his head and sniffed the air. Ah, his mate was
just ahead and his aroma was now much stronger than the rest of
the den, in fact Grayson was downright hornier than hell and Taylor
could smell precome on the air. He followed the scent and found
Grayson naked, barely covered by a blanket, his smooth tan skin
shone slightly by the light of the moon shining through a small
opening in the top of the den. Taylor shifted and stood up as best
he could and made his way over to his mate.

“You are so beautiful Taylor.” Grayson whispered. He ran his hand
down his mate’s torso feeling the soft skin below his palm. His
heart was beating a mile a minute as Taylor got under the blanket
with him. He closed his eyes as Taylor’s hand investigated his
face; soft touches of his fingertip trailed his cheeks and nose
before tracing his lips.

“Damn it’s going to be hard not taking you.” Taylor leaned in and
traced Grayson’s lips with his tongue.

The kiss started out slow as Taylor’s tongue begged entrance,
when given, he slowly searched his mates mouth loving every
moan and whimper that escaped Grayson’s lips. Once Grayson
got the hang of kissing Taylor almost lost his mind, slow long
strokes of Grayson’s tongue had his cock leaking on his belly and
longing to be touched.

“Please touch me Taylor.” Grayson ran his tongue along Taylor’s
jaw line making his way to his neck and kissing a path along his
collar bone.

Taylor lie on his side and wrapped his hand firmly around
Grayson’s hard prick. There was a quick intake of breath from
Grayson and then a soft moan as Taylor stroked his cock from root
to tip running his thumb over Grayson’s slit and smearing
precome. Taylor’s other hand found Grayson’s and put it on his
leaking cock, wrapping Grayson’s fingers around himself and
moving his hand up and down. Grayson’s hips were moving in
time to Taylor’s strokes and the two of them crashed into each
other kissing with abandon. The smell of arousal filled the cave
and Taylor moved Grayson’s hand taking both their pricks
together, he jacked them off.

The feel of his mate’s hand, Grayson couldn’t get enough. Taylor’s
tongue was searching his mouth, licking, biting, rubbing and diving
in as his hand stroked the two of them. Grayson’s hips were
bucking into his mates hand and he swore he saw stars as his
balls filled and his spine snapped his cock spurting hot cum all

over T ^h="0ht="1aylor and all the while his body was still
convulsing until he shuddered, and then Taylor let loose with a
hoarse cry and the smell of semen hit the air. Taylor collapsed on
his mate and kissed his neck softly as his orgasm ebbed from
him.

“The way you make me feel Grayson,” Taylor caressed his face.
“No one’s ever made me feel like that.”

“I’m sorry I reacted like that, it’s just hard for me to see Dakota,
knowing what happened with you two.”

Taylor picked his head up with great difficulty and smiled at the
pink stained face of his mate. “I never loved him, I love you.”

They bundled under the blanket, Taylor’s arms wrapped around his
mate protectively. Tomorrow was a new day and he’d spend it
making sure Grayson knew he was the only one he’d ever love.

~~Chapter Thirteen~~

Fire Island, Alaska was beautiful. The sun high in the sky, the wind
blew across with a fine spray of salt water. The large Gazebo was
set up right on the water, as the guests helped themselves to the
large table of food. Riley arranged everything for the wedding, he’d
argued with Sawyer and Troy, but Sam just sat back and let Riley
have his way. Mateo smiled, Sam knew Riley was not one to back
down. Surrender, was your best option. His eyes scanned all the
guest and he laughed at Josh who was feeding Mark a crab leg.
The Drake brothers were right at their mates sides, holding their
hands and even kissing them. John Quinton had welcomed them
into their family with open arms and Mateo supposed they weren’t
used to that. Unconditional love was rare. God knows he knew that
more than most people. The Northern pack from Vancouver had

arrived along with some of the Denali pack. Preston Dalton, as
always, was absent, as Wyatt was present. Keegan and his
partner Devin were deep in conversation with Nicholas Stevens.
Turned out Nicholas was going to become a cop and Kellan was a
paramedic along with Jude and Scott of the Northern pack. Mateo
felt a hand slip into his and looked over his shoulder to see his
husband with a wide grin.

“Hey, Handsome.”

Riley looked at the guests. “It’s almost time.”

“You did good.” Mateo pulled Riley into his chest.

“I’ll say.”

Mateo turned to see James walking up the path. “Well now, didn’t
think you’d make it.”

James grinned. “I was on the phone with a certain high ranking
official.”

“Anything happening?” Riley waggled his eyebrows.

“Nope.” James sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Just

talked about work.”

“He cares about you, James.” Mateo grinned, tilting his head to the
side. “As much as you care about him, I suspect.”

“Well, he’s not making any kind of move.” James shrugged his
shoulders. “I ^pect.”<’m not going to initiate anything, I did that
once, it didn’t work out so well.”

“How often does he call you?” Mateo asked.

“Maybe once a week? Sometimes more.” James looked around
at all the decorations. “Nice job, Riley.”

“Maybe you’ll let me decorate for your wedding?” Riley smiled,
slyly.

“Don’t hold your breath on that one; I don’t see Derek as the
marrying type. We’ve known each other for over six years and in all
that time, he’s never once told me how he feels” James tried to
smile.

“Yeah? Well I’ve known him longer, James. Derek Jacobs is in
love with you.” Mateo pulled Riley into him. “He’s just like me
though, takes a building to fall on his head.”

“I’ve got explosives!” Sam yelled from the gazebo.

James chuckled. “Well, let’s get this party started.”

~~

Taylor watched as the couples made their way out to the gazebo.
All four in tuxes, Taylor couldn’t wait for the day he married
Grayson. The vows were sweet and written by the men
themselves. They weren’t the traditional kind. That was hard being
werewolves; your life span was much longer. Taylor chuckled at
the thought and felt Grayson’s hand squeeze his. He looked into
the eyes of the man he loved.

“What?”

Grayson arched a brow. “What is so funny?” Grayson whispered.

“I’m just thinking. They are going to be married for a very long
time.”

“Yes they are. We live a lot longer than humans.”

“Well, I look forward to the day you say I do, to me.” Taylor turned
his attentions back to the ceremony.

Grayson’s mouth fell open. “Did you…?”

“Shhh, don’t answer me now.” Taylor chuckled. “Pay attention.”

~~

Xander watched his brother taking Troy’s hands in his and reciting
his vows. He knew this day was special for Sawyer. For the
longest time, Sawyer was convinced he’d never find his mate and

then Troy Bishop walked into his life. Most of the werewolf packs
were lucky to find their mate within it. He’d been lucky that Dakota
was originally from the Denali Pack or he might not have ever
found his mate. Xander squeezed Jagger’s hand and felt the
reciprocal squeeze. They’d made love every chance they got since
coming back from Arizona and life settled into place for them.
Xander didn’t think he could be much happier than he was.

“Psst…” Jagger nudged Xander’s rib.

“What?” Xander whispered, tilting his head to listen to Jagger.

“Marry me.” Jagger smiled, whispering into Xander’s ear.

Xander’s head snapped to look at Jagger. o look

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What?”

“Shhh…” Jagger laughed softly. “Quiet.”

“Oh, you…” Xander mumbled incoherently.

Loud shouts and whoops filled the air and Xander saw the
wedding couples kissing. He whistled loudly and clapped his

hands as his brother was crushed into the arms of Troy. Xander
sat through the reception in a daze and hardly even noticed when
the garter hit him in the face.

“What the…?” Xander peeled it off of his nose.

Troy laughed and pointed at his brother-in-law. “You’re next.”

“What the hell? Seriously? Garters?” Xander shook his head.

“I was not about to carry a bouquet of flowers.” Sawyer narrowed
his eyes at Riley.

“What?” Riley put his hands up in defense. “It was just an

idea

.”

The reception finally wound down around two in the morning. The
sun was still sitting in the same spot. Alaska in the summer was
just beautiful, Xander was in awe at the shades of orange in the
sky. He felt arms coming around him, and smiled at the scent of
his mate wafting into his nostrils.

“Hi, Sexy.” Xander leaned against Jagger’s strong chest.

“Did you think about what I said?” Jagger kissed Xander’s ear
lobe.

“I did,” Xander turned to look into Jagger Drake’s sky-blue eyes.
“Yes.”

~~

The entire wedding party headed to Denali the following morning.
With the Denali and Queets pack combined, Alexander Romasko
of the Northern Pack was being invited to join as well. Wayne
looked around the comfortable cabin. The boys had been cleaning
all morning, mostly to try to get rid of Preston’s scent before Wyatt
arrived. Wayne sighed tiredly; he’d been working with Preston to
hide his scent for weeks. Every time he’d pulled Wyatt’s shirt out of
its plastic bag, all bets were off. Preston’s eyes would shift and
arousal would seep out of his pores. It was going to take a lot
more lessons, before Preston would be able to control his lust.
Wayne walked to the window and looked out over the beautiful

green that covered Denali. The temperatures were up and the
snow had melted, giving the plants their much needed water.

Wayne’s eyes found Conner straddling the four wheeler talking to
Tucker. An unfamiliar feeling came over him looking at Conner.
Want. It’d been years since his mate was killed, almost twenty as a
matter of fact. He’d never been with anyone since. Unlike most
werewolf packs, the Maccon pack was mated with women to carry
on the line. He’d never gotten the chance to have a child with
Juliet, and with no other mate available, he’d put the strongest wolf
in the position of beta. Jagger. His only direct line had been
Dakota, now the line spread to Sam, Troy and Sawyer as well as
his own pack. He’d bitten Preston, Tucker and Wesley, as well as
Jagger and Taylor. Now, looking at Conner, he suspected he’d be
biting him too.

Wayne stepped out and smelled the air. Clean fheight= and crisp.
“Are you boys about done?”

Tucker turned his head, looking around the front of the cabin, and
surrounding area. “I think so, I was going to hang the little pine tree

fresheners all over the place.” Tucker chuckled. “But, it smells
pretty piney already.”

Wayne arched a brow. “Go shower, Tucker.” Wayne eyed Conner,
still straddling the four wheeler. “Conner? Can I speak with you a
moment?” The feeling came over him again as Conner rose from
the vehicle, and started walking his way. Conner had a face you’d
never forget, framed by beautiful golden hair. His eyes were
arresting, medium brown with amber flecks bursting from around
the iris. He wasn’t tall, maybe five foot ten at the most, and he
wasn’t bulging with muscles, but there was just something about
him…

“Wayne?” Conner shifted nervously from foot to foot, in front of his
Alpha. “Did I do something wrong?”

Wayne shook his head clear and motioned Conner over to the
picnic table. “You’ve been with us for over a year now—”

“Yes, and I feel honored that you let me stay, especially after what I
did.”

Wayne sighed and turned to face Conner, that angelic face
looking at him. He sensed fear from Conner. “I’m not going to ask
you to leave, Conner.” Wayne smiled as the muscles in Conner’s
shoulders relaxed. “You didn’t ask for this life, Carson changed
you as punishment. What I want to know is, if you want me to

complete it.”

Conner’s brows furrowed. “I don’t understand, aren’t I a full-fledged
werewolf?”

“Yes, but as part of my pack, I’d like you to carry the Maccon line.
I’d have to bite you, Conner. I won’t lie, it will be painful.”

Conner looked at his hands. “I would be honored to be part of this
pack.” Conner looked up into Wayne’s face. The first time he’d
seen him, naked as the day he was born, one man came to mind.
Bradley Cooper. That’s who Wayne looked like to him. The rest of
the boys had agreed with him, the one night they were all sitting
around by the bonfire. He’d known he was gay from the moment
he understood what gay was. He’d also been punished severely
by not only his parents, but eventually his boss. Carson Drake.
Carson had turned him, as punishment for liking men. He’d known
he had a crush on Wayne for months, but he’d done what was
asked and kept his mouth shut.

“You find me attractive?” Wayne arched a brow.

“Oh, God.” Conner groaned, covering his face. “I thought I had
mastered hiding my thoughts. I’m so sorry, if it makes you
uncomfortable, I will leave.”

Wayne took Conner’s face in his hands. The reaction was
immediate, his eyes shifted, and he blinked trying to clear them.
Wayne backed off the picnic table, as his hands changed into
claws. The aroma from Conner was overwhelming, and Wayne
backed up more. It occurred to him that he’d never so much as
touched Conner, until just now. “Oh God…”

Conner stood up in a panic. “I’m so sorry!”

The sound of an approaching vehicle breached the moment,
Wayne turned to see Troy’s truck, piled high with werewolves.
Wayne turned his attentions back to Conner. “We’ll finish this later,
go inside.”

Sawyer exited the truck and smelled the air. Arousal was
permeating from Wayne in huge rolling waves. Sawyer smirked,
and walked over to Wayne with a knowing grin. “Morning, Wayne.”

“Sawyer.” Wayne nodded.

“Where is everyone?” Sawyer glanced around the area.

“The boys are inside making lunch. We figured it was going to be

a long day.”

“Uh, huh.” Sawyer tilted his head, and smiled devilishly. “Where’s
Conner?” Sawyer bit his lip from laughing out loud. Wayne’s body
tensed up, and arousal seeped from him again.

“Inside with the rest of the boys.”

“Conner is no boy, Wayne. You and I both know that.” Sawyer took
Wayne by the hand, leading him away from the rest of the men.
“What’s going on?”

Wayne shook his head. “I don’t know, I touched him and, well, I had
a reaction.

“A reaction Wayne? Or an erection?” Sawyer asked, looking
towards the front of the cabin. Conner could be seen inside,
through the large floor to ceiling window. Conner O’Rourke was
almost twenty six, sweet as could be and almost effeminate. He
was very dainty, which was one of the reasons Sawyer had taken
pity on him during the fight. “You’re attracted to him.”

Wayne ran his hands over his face. “I’ve only been with one
woman my entire life. When she died, that was it for me. I’d
resigned myself to being alone until I died, which is going to be a
long time from now.” Wayne sighed loudly.

“Is it because he’s a man?” Sawyer raised his brows. “I didn’t think
you had any issues with gays, your whole damn pack is gay.”
Sawyer laughed.

Wayne smacked Sawyer’s arm. “No I don’t have any issues with
that! I’m just…” Wayne groaned in frustration. “I’ve never had those
kinds of feelings for a man.”

“Well ya do now.”

“Ya don’t say?” Wayne drawled.

“Ha! So you

admit

it!”

Wayne chuckled, looking at Sawyer. “Why do I even try having a
serious conversation with you?”

“Because,” Sawyer winked, playfully. “I’m never boring.”

“He’s not, I can attest to that.” Troy said, as he walked by
caressing Sawyer’s ass, giving it a quick squeeze.

“Oh baby! Purrrrr.” Sawyer growled playfully.

“Woof!” Troy winked.

Wayne sighed in defeat. “Oh Christ…” He grumbled.

Wyatt exited the truck and sniffed the air. His skin rippled and his
eyes shifted right where he stood. The smell was coming from
somewhere nearby. He followed the scent into the house, it
stopped on Tucker. Wyatt sniffed Tucker’s clothing. “You smell like
my mate.”

Tucker closed his eyes, cursing himself. He’d been the one to
drop Preston off, and he hadn’t had a chance to shower. “I’m not
your mate, Wyatt.”

“Oh, I know that.” Wyatt put his hands on his hips. “But you were
with him.”

“Wyatt,” Tucker squatted, looking into deep green pools. Damn,
Preston was going to have his hands full. “What makes you think
you have a mate?”

Wyatt sighed in frustration. “You all think I don’t know anything,
don’t you? I’m gay.”

Troy busted out laughing, and Sawyer slapped him upside the
head. “Shush!”

John crouched in front of his son. “Wyatt, how do you know you’re
gay?”

“Because my mate is a man. I don’t think girls are pretty, and they
smell funny.” Wyatt wrinkled his nose. “Tucker smells like my mate,
and I get a funny feeling inside and my—”

“Well! Okay then!” John put his hand over Wyatt’s mouth. “Let’s go
talk about this alright?”

Kellan chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why does that
not surprise me?” He leaned against the wall, as John took Wyatt
outside. “The kid has a mate; I’m still waiting for mine.”

Nicholas sighed, putting his arm around Kellan’s shoulder. “I know,

I’m contemplating moving, since my mate isn’t wandering
Vancouver.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Nicholas turned to see his Alpha, Alexander, looking at him with a
raised brow. “No offense, Alex, but I’m not meeting my mate there.
Maybe he’s in another state?”

Alexander strolled in the room, baring his neck to Wayne and
Archer. “Thank you, for inviting me. I had planned on moving to
Washington with the pack, but I think they were planning on leaving
without me.” Alexander laughed, softly.

Wayne shook Alexander’s hand. “It’s good to finally put a face to
the voice. Thank you, for lending us your men. I will never forget it.”

“I could not have stopped them even if I wanted to.” Alexander
scowled at his pack. “They are very stubborn.”

Kellan laughed, taking his Alpha’s hand. “I wonder where we got
that from?”

Alexander smiled, palming Kellan’s face. “You are like my son’s. I
am very proud of all of you.”

“Shucks, Dad.” Scott snickered. “Thanks.”

Archer chuckled softly. “It seems we have the same kind of pack,
you will all fit in quite nicely.”

Sawyer leaned against Troy with a wicked smile. “You mean the
sarcastic kind?”

“I must admit, having a doctor with the knowledge of werewolf
anatomy is a plus in the pack.” Wayne put his arm around
Alexander’s shoulders. “Thank you, for coming.”

“My pack has been on its own for quite a long time. It is good to be
around our own kind. It will be an honor, to join you.”

“Then it’s settled.” Archer looked around the room. “We are one.”

The three Alphas clasped hands, closing their eyes. Dakota felt
his muscles tense, then his eyes shifted. He heard a gasp from
across the room. Nick, Scott, Jude and Kellan’s eyes were c fr
eyes.losed. Their fist’s balled up tight.

“Oh, wow.” Scott’s eyes opened. “That is so

freaky

.”

Kellan took a deep breath. “My skin is on fire!”

“It will pass.” Wayne smiled at his new pack members. “I must
teach you how to control the power.”

Kellan tilted his head, looking at Grayson. “Oh, Really?”

Grayson smiled and winked. “Just testing.”

The power flowed through Wayne into Archer and Alexander. Both
men were sweating profusely. Although Archer had already gone
through the binding of packs, it would be the same each and every
time they added a new Alpha. Archer took a deep breath, and
released their hands.

“It is done.” Wayne stepped back, smiling.

Alexander shook his hands out. “That is a very strange feeling to
say the least. I can hear someone talking.” Alexander’s eyes
searched the room and settled on Jagger. “Why yes, I am
Russian.”

Jagger nodded. “Yep, it works.”

The three Alphas holed up in the corner, discussing plans. Kellan,
Scott, Jude and Nick, followed the rest of the men outside. Kellan

sat on the picnic bench, crossing his legs at the ankles.

“So, Washington? This could be fun.”

Nick moved to sit on the bench by Jude. “I think it’s long overdue.
I’ve wanted to do more with my life. This gives us a new start.”

“And maybe a chance to find our mates.” Kellan sighed, shaking
his head. “I just want that feeling, you know? I want to find love.”

“Believe me.” Sawyer wrapped his arms around Troy. “I know how
you guys feel, for the longest time I thought I’d never meet my
mate. Yet here he is, I couldn’t be any happier.”

“Well hell,” Scott eyed Troy. “Look at the mate the fates sent you. I
can imagine how happy you are.”

Troy winked at Scott. “Why, thank you.”

Tucker sat down next to Conner. “I think something’s going on with
Wayne.”

Sawyer nodded. “I think so too.” Sawyer bit his lip, from spilling his
guts to Conner.

“He wants to make me part of the pack.” Conner raised his eyes to
the all the men surrounding him. “He said it would hurt.”

“It will,” Wesley put his arm around Conner. “But in the end, you’ll
be a full-blooded member of the pack, Conner. Lord knows you
should be, you’ve done a lot around here.”

“Hell yeah you have.” Tucker clapped Conner on his back. “You’re
one hell of a good cook.”

Conner smiled and blushed. “Well, as long as I know you guys
want to keep me around.”

“Yes we do,” Tucker mussed Conner’s hair. “And you’re so cute! I
just want to pinch your cheekers!”

Conner narrowed his eyes at Tucker. “You know I’m older than you,
right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Tucker chuckled, f Tucker. hip-bumping Conner
down the bench.

“Boys!” Wayne’s voiced echoed through the valley.

“Coming!” Tucker elbowed Conner. “I don’t think he means you.”

Conner looked in Wayne’s direction; he got a nod and a smile
from his alpha. Conner sat back and sighed, he screwed things up
royally.

“No you didn’t.” Sawyer sat down next to him.

“You heard that?” Conner looked up, shocked.

“Yeah, I did.” Sawyer looked towards the house. “Wayne is dealing
with some issues right now. Don’t take it personally, okay?”

“But he heard me, what I was thinking.” Conner sighed. “I was
thinking about how I’ve always liked him. He took me in when I had
nowhere else to go, gave me a job in the park. I owe him a lot.”

“He wouldn’t do any of those things if he didn’t care about you,
Conner.” Sawyer turned at the sound of an approaching vehicle,
his lips curved up in a knowing smile. “Oh, hell. It’s Josh, Mark,
Mateo and Riley.”

Josh parked the truck and jumped out of the cab, a shit eating grin

on his face. “Well now, if it isn’t my favorite wolf pack.”

Wayne came out of the house and stopped, hands on his hips.
“Montgomery.”

“I heard you’re one hell of a badass, Hoss.” Josh winked. His eyes
went wide as Wayne shifted. “Jesus Christ!” Josh shouted. Wayne
was the size of a horse. More wolves exited the house. Josh could
place at least six of them. Sam was up front with Dakota. “Well
now, guess I’ll have to wait to have that talk with you, Wayne.”

Wayne huffed and padded over to Conner, nuzzling his hand.

“Well, well now.” Mark smiled as Wayne grabbed Conner’s pant
leg, pulling him off the bench. Most of the wolves took off into the
forest, Grayson, Taylor, Jagger and Xander stayed behind. Mark
seated himself next to Sawyer, who was grinning. “Spit it out,
Bishop.”

Sawyer grinned even broader. “I like that, Bishop. I am Sawyer
Bishop.” Sawyer giggled.

“Yeah, yeah, tell me the story.” Mark sat back on the bench. “I know
there is one.”

“Oh, there is.” Grayson sat down the bench, pulling Taylor down

with him. “That’s the beauty of hearing thoughts. When you are
flustered, it’s harder to keep your mind on one thing. Wayne’s
slipping.”

Wayne?” Josh raised a brow. “But there aren’t any women here…
oh…oh!” Josh’s eyes widened. “No shit?”

Xander clapped Josh on the back. “No shit.”

“It’s Conner.” Jagger crossed his arms over his chest. “Wayne’s
been a bit different the last few times I’ve seen him. The last few
times we’ve talked, he’s been distracted, it’s usually when he’s
looking at Conner.”

“Love knows no bounds.” Riley sighed, leaning into Mateo.

“No, it doesn’t.” Taylor kissed Grayson’s forehead.

“So about that question?” Grayson smiled at Taylor seductively.

“I meant it.” Taylor took Grayson’s hands in his own.

“Yes.”

~~

Taylor closed his eyes, as Grayson’s tongue slid down his torso.
They’d been back from Denali for about a week and Taylor had
wanted Grayson to make love to him. Not that he minded being a
top, it was his preferred position in the past, but he wanted
Grayson inside him. He knew Grayson was nervous about having
sex, he felt like he wouldn’t be able to please, Taylor knew
different. One, Grayson made his pulse race with every flick of his
tongue, and two, the way Grayson did everything screamed
professionalism. He didn’t think Grayson

could

have bad sex. His

back arched, as Grayson’s tongue delved into his slit, a finger
teased his aching hole. Taylor spread his legs out wider, inviting
his mate to get closer. The finger breached the ring of muscles in
his tunnel, and Taylor moaned low and throaty. Another finger slid
in beside it and a nice slow rub started, Taylor leaned his head

back, gripping the comforter. The fingers slid back and forth with
ease, rubbing over his sweet spot over and over again, and the
suction on his dick increased. He was going to cum, and fast.

“Grayson…please…” Taylor groaned.

Grayson grinned, slicking his cock with lube. “Damn, I love your
face when you’re hot and bothered. You are so damn sexy.”

“I want you inside me, please.” Taylor pulled Grayson down to his
lips. Seconds later, a heat enveloped him and he cried out.

“Are you okay?” Grayson threaded his fingers in Taylor’s hair,
trying to relax him.

“Big, so damn big, wasn’t ready.” Taylor tried to relax his body
around the intrusion.

“I’m sorry.” Grayson whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just…give me a sec.” Taylor bit his bottom lip, trying not to whine.
Jesus but Grayson’s cock felt ten times bigger than normal. He
took deep breaths, feeling his body finally relax. “Go slow, okay?”

Grayson nodded, sliding in inch by inch. The hot, wet velvet sliding

over his cock had him moaning Taylor’s name as he slid into
perfection. Taylor’s muscles spasm around him, causing him to
stop with a quick breath. “Oh, God, I can’t cum yet.”

Taylor put Grayson’s hand on his very excited prick and moved it
up and down. “Jack me off, babe.” Grayson’s cock slid into him
further, and Taylor grabbed Grayson’s biceps, his fingers gripping.
“Oh shit, you feel so good.”

“I do? I’m not hurting you?” Grayson searched his mates face for
any sign of pain.

“Oh no, baby. You feel wonderful. Fill me; fill me all the way up.”
Taylor palmed Grayson’s face. “You are so beautiful.”

Grayson leaned down to kiss his mate; he sunk in deeper,
groaning, as Taylor’s tongue flicked his lip and slid across his top
lip, nipping at it. “You taste sweet.”

Taylor wrapped his legs around Grayson’s waist, pulling him in
flush with his ass. His chest felt full and he loved every minute of it.
Grayson got into a slow rhythm, undulating his hips, and slamming
into him on fith h every other in-stroke. Taylor’s teeth elongated
and claws sprung from his fingers. The smell of arousal in the
room coming to a peak.

“Gray…” Taylor breathed.

“I love you, love you so much.” Grayson couldn’t stop now, Taylor’s
tight tunnel gripping him, milking him for all he was worth. He found
himself slamming into his mate repeatedly, loving the sounds of
smacking flesh, Taylor’s moans and mewls; he couldn’t stop even
if he wanted to. His first time was exactly what he thought it would
be, utterly fantastic. They were moving together now, Taylor’s
hands moved to his hips, and the fingers dug in. Grayson moved
faster, the bed hitting the wall as his hips slammed into Taylor. His
claws slid from his fingers and his eyes shifted, he felt his orgasm
rising and he gripped Taylor’s hair, diving into his mouth. “Oh
God...” Grayson choked, a sob escaped him as his orgasm
rushed forward, making him cry out. He collapsed on Taylor,
sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of his shoulder. A loud cry
reverberated through the room, as Taylor succumbed to his own
orgasm. His body shook underneath Grayson. They lay there,
quietly for some time, both breathing hard.

“Holy shit, Gray. That was…I don’t even know what to say.”

“Really?” Grayson pulled out slowly, watching Taylor’s face for any
pain. He lay on his side, his fingers tracing the soft lips of his mate.

“Oh yeah, I mean…damn.” Taylor chuckled, wincing at the pain in
his lower regions. “Did you get bigger?”

Grayson chuckled. “Maybe, I’m not done growing yet.”

Taylor leaned over, kissing Grayson’s lips softly. “Was it okay for
you? How did it feel?”

“God, it was just so…good, you felt wonderful. It was like sliding
into a tub of warm butter.” Grayson smiled, at the raised eyebrow
Taylor was giving him. “No, I did not have sex with a tub of butter.
This isn’t

American Pie

.”

Taylor laughed hiding his face. “I hope you never get your hand
glued to a porno movie.”

Grayson cracked up, pulling his mate into him. “I have my porn
right here.”

“That’s so sweet.” Taylor laughed, hiding his face in Grayson’s
chest. It felt good, it felt right. Years of being beaten and told by his
father that gay was bad, hadn’t won out in the end. He had his
mate, for life. “I love you, Grayson Quinton.”

“I love you, and I always will, for however long we roam this earth,
you are it for me.” Grayson rolled over on his back. “Now, let’s
break the bed.” Grayson laughed, as a loud growl filled the room.

“Oh, you can count on it.” Taylor winked.

~~Epilogue~~

Grayson had a good start on fihei his husband. Miles of forest
spread out before him and Grayson switched directions flying into
the denser part of Chugach State Park. Snow covered the ground
and the air was chilled. He heard Xander off in the distance
howling his position and made his way in that direction. It was
Saturday, their day off from work, and they came to the park to run
and let off steam. The move from their apartment into the Drake
brother’s homes was easy and both men accommodated their
little to nothing possessions in their lives. The weddings had taken
place exactly six months to the day they’d met and Grayson had
been in heaven since.

Taylor was sweet and very affectionate. He could also be
downright territorial. Although Preston, Tucker and Wesley were
part of his own pack, Taylor was still like a guard when they were
in his presence. Grayson laughed more than once at his
husband’s centurion posture when the younger wolves came
around. They’d kept Caden as a close, personal friend and they
worked almost solely on his buildings now. Grayson hadn’t seen
Brianna in those six months, but he’d seen Harold, her father. He
seemed to take Grayson as Taylor’s husband in stride. In fact, no
one had batted an eyelash when the Drake brother’s ripped out of

their closet. He heard sounds behind him and turned his head to
see Nicholas catching up to him. He gathered his strength and
pushed into the trees.

Flying out of the forest and into an open area, he was tackled by
his husband and flew over on his back as Taylor rubbed his muzzle
across his neck. Grayson looked into the beautiful face of his
husband in wolf form. Taylor’s fur was a white-caramel color like
his hair, but his blue eyes shown bright. Jesus, he was a
magnificent animal. Grayson whined and Taylor licked his nose.
They rolled around in the snow and were joined by Xander and
Jagger. The Drake brother’s in wolf form were just as intimidating
as they were in human. Their size, now that they had Wayne’s wolf
line running through their veins, made them even bigger.

Xander rubbed against his mate and bit his neck. The rest of the
wolves finally caught up and they all turned to look at the sky. Clear
blue as far as the eye could see. They’d come to Alaska for a job
and ended up with husbands. Grayson howled and the other’s
joined in. Sometimes, the best laid plans need tweaking.

~~The end~~

For the Love of Caden

~~Chapter One~~

Kellan leaned back on his elbows, tipping his face to the sun.
Denali was its own country; it was so clean and fresh. The air
smelled wonderful, like trees and fresh grass. It was unspoiled and
beautiful. Being part of the Denali pack was an honor in his eyes.
Wayne was one hell of a powerful wolf, Kellan was still trying to get
used to the power flowing through him. They were back for a
meeting of the packs. Seemed as if the Oreg ni, Kellaon and
California packs wanted to combine, it looked as if they’d be
welcoming quite a few new wolves into the fold. The front door to
the cabin opened, and Preston, Wesley, Tucker and Nicholas
made their way over to him on the bench.

“Hey Preston.” Kellan playfully hip-bumped Preston. “How’s
Wyatt?”

Preston sighed, collapsing on the bench. “He’s growing up; John
sent me some pictures of him. I swear he’s more and more
beautiful each time I get a new picture.” Preston’s eyes shifted, just
thinking about Wyatt had his blood pumping. “Dammit.”

Tucker chuckled, watching his pack mate’s muscles ripple.
“Damn, Preston. Horny much?”

“I’m waiting for Wyatt.” Preston growled.

Tucker put his hands up in defense. “Hey now, I’m just messing
with you.”

Preston sat back, a wicked smile on his face. “Besides, at least I
have a mate.”

Tucker sucked in a breath. “Oh, that’s just so wrong.”

Kellan smacked Preston in the arm. “Hey now, some of us are still
waiting for ‘the one’. Even though Wyatt is younger, be grateful you
know who your mate is. At least you know at some point, you can
mark him as yours.”

Preston clasped his hands together. “I know. I’ll be in Washington
for a few days. I just want to see him, you know? He’s growing up
so fast.”

“Well,” Wesley sat next to Preston, taking his hand. “At least you
can see him. I can’t wait for the day that I get my mate.”

“Yep, we are all going to jack off until out dicks fall off.” Nicholas
winked.

Kellan smiled at his friends. “Let’s just hope when we do find our
mates, they are old enough for us to do something about it.”

“No shit.” Tucker laughed.

They all heard Wayne calling them in for lunch. Kellan stood,
stretching his back and arms out. “Thank God, I’m starving.”

“Last one in does dishes!” Tucker took off.

Nicholas hung back with Kellan; they walked slowly toward the
cabin. “We are going to have to do dishes.”

Kellan shrugged v>

“It’s easy, my Captain keeps wondering how I solve cases so fast.”
Nicholas chuckled. “Could be that I can ‘smell’ the bad guy?”

Kellan laughed softly. “You’ll be making detective before you know
it.”

“Maybe.” Nicholas shrugged. “Right now, I’m just enjoying keeping
busy.”

“You mean keeping your mind off the mate you don’t have.” Kellan
sighed, looking up at the sky. “What I wouldn’t give to have love in
my life.”

“It will happen, I know it will.” Nicholas hugged his brother. “We
have to have faith.”

Kellan felt Nick’s arms around him and sighed. “I know.”

~~

Kellan woke up with a loud groan. His ‘Clocky’ alarm clock was
going off and rolling around the room. Okay, so it was his fault he’d
purchased the damn thing, but after going into work late on more
than one occasion, he’d had to do something. He could hear the
damn thing rolling around under his bed; it hit the frame and
bounced changing directions. Before he could grab it, it went out
the bedroom and into the hall.

“Ugh!” Kellan threw his legs over the side of the bed. He knew he
looked ridiculous in his black boxer briefs chasing a damn alarm
clock down his hallway. But, he was up. Mission accomplished by
irritating alarm clock. He grabbed it before it went into the
bathroom. Silencing it, he threw it on his bed. Kellan trudged into
the kitchen and flipped the coffee pot on; turning the TV to the
morning news he waited for the coffee to finish percolating. Friday

the thirteenth and he was working today. Great. He’d moved to
Seattle six months ago with Jude and Scott. They all worked as
Paramedics at the Harborview Medical. Their Alpha, Alexander
Romasko was a doctor there. The Seattle sky was turning a nasty
greyish color and Kellan sighed. A lot of accidents would be
happening today, he could just feel it. You’d think living in Seattle,
most people would get used to driving in the rain. Nope. And May,
seemed to be the worst month for torrential rain.

Kellan grabbed his towel and went to the bathroom. Living with two
other guys ensured you never ran out of shaving cream and razors.
They each went shopping once a week taking turns. Turning the
water to hot, Kellan got in and rinsed his jet black hair. Being Irish
and Italian gave him a look that girls seemed to go crazy for. His
eyes were black as midnight and his six foot frame was covered in
sinewy muscles. Kellan sighed and gripped his dick; he didn’t
even have the energy to jack off, he needed to get laid. Although
Seattle was a hot-bed of gays, Kellan had yet to find the ‘one’, his
mate. Being a werewolf meant you had someone especially for
you and when the time was right, you’d meet. At almost twenty six,
Kellan was tired of waiting.

The door to the bathroom opened and Kellan could see Scott’s
frame in the outline of the frosted shower door.

“Well good morning, beautiful.” Kellan chuckled.

“I fucking hate your alarm clock, Kel.” Scott leaned his head back,

“I fucking hate your alarm clock, Kel.” Scott leaned his head back,
waiting for his morning wood to subside, so he could take a piss.

“You’re up aren’t you?” Kellan massaged the shampoo into his
scalp and rinsed.

They both heard the loud groan from the kitchen and Scott
laughed.

“Jude attacked the coffee.”

“Yep,” Kellan soaped up his chest. Unlike Scott and Jude, Kellan
was a made werewolf. At the cusp of death, Alex had changed
him. He and his parents were on a camping trip when he was
fifteen; they were attacked by a grizzly. His father, trying to shield
them both was killed. His mother took his place in trying to shield
her son and lost. Kellan had rolled into a ball and played dead, the
bear wasn’t buying it. His stomach had been cut open by the
bear’s massive claws and as he lay dying he’d heard the howls of
wolves. The change had been painful, but not as painful as the
bear attack. When he’d woken up, Alex was there. From that point
on Alexander Romasko took care of him. Although he’d still had
his grandmother, she was older and couldn’t take care of him.
After a long talk with Alexander, she’d agreed to let Alexander
take care of him. Now she was gone as well, all he had left in the

world was Alexander and the pack. Alex put him through school
and made sure he’d had whatever he needed; Scott and Jude
became his brothers.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped the towel around his waist
and looked in the mirror. Even as a made wolf, he would get a
mate. He just hoped his mate would find him soon. Throwing on
his pants and shirt, Kellan walked to the kitchen grabbing a cup of
coffee, he put some bread in the toaster and went to the pantry for
peanut butter.

“Oh come on, Jude.” Kellan pulled the lid off. “This has you written
all over it!”

“What?” Jude sipped his coffee.

“Really?” Kellan dipped the jar so that Scott could see inside.

“Jude,” Scott tsked. “Really? Clean your knife off before you put
jelly in the peanut butter, and or vice-versa. We really don’t like
them mixed, if we did, we’d buy that Goober shit.”

“Stop putting your underwear on the floor then.” Jude pointed at
Scott with his knife.

Scott sat up and leaned over. “Stop leaving your pubes in the

sink.”

“Okay, ew!” Kellan made a disgusted face. “Stop, I’m trying to eat
here.”

After shoving toast in his mouth and grabbing his duffel bag,
Kellan took the steps down to the street below. Their apartment
was literally feet from the hospital, which made people wonder
how Kellan could be late. He sighed and walked through the
emergency room doors and found Alex already working. When his
Alpha saw him his face lit up and Kellan had to smile, the man was
like a father to him.

“Good morning, Kellan.”

“Morning, Alex.” Kellan put his bag down. “Friday the thirteenth.”

“I know,” Alex sighed. “I have a feeling it is going to be crazy
around here.”

Kellan had to wonder how Alex could be a doctor, more than once
he’d asked how Alex could let people die in his care knowing he
could prevent it with just one bite. The answer Alex gave him made
him think.

“Some people have lived their lives and are ready to go, others
have just started. I chose you Kellan because you had a strength
that I have not seen very often. Others, I cannot explain away and it
would put us in danger. Could you imagine if a little girl was dying
of cancer in my care and miraculously became cancer free? To
play God with lives, is for God alone. I have broken my own rules
along the way, but I do not regret changing you Kellan.”

Kellan smiled at the memory.

“You must get to work.” Alexander winked.

Kellan smiled and shuffled off to the locker room to find Jude and
Scott already in Uniform.

“You guys ready for the madhouse?” Kellan waggled his
eyebrows.

“Always.” Scott smiled.

~~

The rain started coming down around noon, and then poured
relentlessly for another two hours. They were called to three
different car wrecks in a span of two hours. The third call was a
woman that hydroplaned right off the damn road and into a
concrete barrier. She’d been hysterical and Kellan held her hand
in the ambulance as Scott started an IV drip. The woman’s name
was Helen and once she calmed down, was trying to set Kellan up
with her daughter.

“Oh, that’s sweet Helen,” Kellan had smiled at her. “But, I’m gay.”

Helen blinked once than twice, and then smiled. “I have a son too.
He’s in the Navy.”

“A Seabee huh?” Kellan adjusted her drip. “Is he gay?”

“I have no idea.” Helen laughed. “I wouldn’t care; you are just
hypnotically beautiful Kellan.”

“Okay now, are you setting me up with your kids or for yourself?”
Kellan winked.

Kellan smiled, it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last time a
woman tried to fix him up with one of her grown children. Scott
winked at him and Kellan stuck his tongue out. After dropping her
off at the hospital, dispatch alerted them to another accident and
Jude pulled into traffic.

“Here we go.” Kellan sighed.

 

~~Chapter Two~~

Caden sat in a line of traffic that seemed five miles long. He
sighed and looked at his watch, any chanc v

Being Caden Fournier was a hindrance as far as he was
concerned. He would love to just be Caden, just your average
everyday Joe. Grayson Drake treated him that way, in fact all of

the Drakes did, he was just ‘Caden’ to them. Caden smiled at the
memory of his first meeting with Grayson. He was Quinton then, he
hadn’t married Taylor yet. He was so full of life, so curious. It made
him endearing and they had formed a tight friendship even though
Grayson was several years younger. He’d given them cars as
wedding presents, they had both balked at first until Caden
promised to donate as much money as the cars cost to charity,
which seemed to put Grayson and Xander at ease. Besides,
turning down an Aston Martin and a Jaguar was ridiculous. Caden
chuckled.

He also gained Riley Flynn-Esposito as a friend, as well as Riley’s
husband and the rest of their friends. He hadn’t had too many
friends growing up, his father was a ruthless businessman and
made sure Caden attended all the finest schools. But when Caden
came out of his closet, his father stopped supporting him. With a
college degree in Business, he struck out on his own; a train ride
from Paris to Pau had brought him fortune. Sitting in a shared car,
he happened to overhear a man arguing with someone on the
phone about money. Once the man had hung up, Caden struck up
a conversation with him. Armand Guilume was going through a
divorce, and his wife was set to take all his money.

He’d talked to the man for the rest of the train ride, explaining how
to move his money legally and after that, he had a job. Years of
investing wisely fattened his bank account and knowing how to
spend it fattened it more. Now he could buy and sell his father a
thousand times over. Not that they spoke anymore, his father
divorced his mother for a younger woman. In her grief, his mother
had taken her own life; he’d never forgiven his father for the
betrayal. Caden shook his head clear of memories and looked at
the road ahead of him, the traffic moved a little bit and then
stopped again. He banged his head on the steering wheel.

“Oh my God! What is the problem?”

Another car behind him tried to switch lanes and got stuck in
between both lanes. Caden sighed and tried to edge his BMW
back to give the guy room. Looking in the rearview mirror his eyes
went wide, a semi was flying down the open area of the bridge
and it was not slowing down.

“Merde.” Caden swore.

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He tried to honk his horn to warn the cars behind him to move but
they weren’t paying attention. The semi came barreling down the
bridge and hit the car five cars back from him. The domino effect
was in full force. One by one they all crashed into each other until
they hit the back end of his car, Caden was forced into the pick- up
truck in front of him and the whole front end of his car came into the
driver’s seat pinning him.

“Oh Fuck!” Caden roared in pain.

Two seconds later the air bag went off in his face.

“Son of a bitch!” Caden pushed the air bag down and looked in
the rearview mirror, which was much closer to him now. His face
was covered in a white powder and blood seeped from his nose.
He was alive however.

~~

The call came through and Kellan looked at Jude in the driver’s
seat of the ambulance.

“Move it!” Kellan shouted.

They weaved in and out of traffic in a hurry, fire trucks were already
on the way to the scene on the bridge. More and more emergency
vehicles pulled up alongside of them, the police were out on the
bridge directing traffic to turn around as the emergency workers
spread out blanketing the bridge. The ambulance came to a stop
and Scott jumped out grabbing his bag, he ran to the first car
looking inside.

“Are you alright?” Scott checked the woman’s pulse; he motioned
for one of the other medics. “Grab all the gear, we need to start
assessing everyone, you know the drill.”

Kellan looked around; the bridge was in utter chaos as people
were exiting their vehicles covered in blood. People were
screaming and crying, Kellan’s instincts kicked in and he ran to the
first car in line. The man in the pick-up truck was slumped over his
steering wheel. Kellan checked his pulse, it was strong. He
grabbed his radio only to find it dead. “Fuck!” Kellan whistled and
motioned to one of the firemen, who ran right over.

“What’s up?” The fireman asked.

“Is your radio working?” Kellan ran a hand through his hair. The
firemen checked it and shook it. “So that’d be a no? Fuck, look,
this guy’s good, see if you can get one of the radios up and
working. If not, there’s going to be a lot of whistling going on, we
need to coordinate between all of us so that we aren’t running
around looking like chickens with our heads cut off and checking
victims that have already been checked out.” Kellan turned his
attentions to the black BMW behind the pick-up, the whole front
end was in the damn driver’s seat. “Shit.”

~~

Caden op vidth="0"ened his eyes; he heard sirens and looked in
the rearview mirror, massive amounts of rescue workers spread

out over the bridge tending to the worst cases. Caden waited his
turn, but his legs were going numb. He tried to pry his leg loose
only to scream like a woman when he felt something crack. He
seemed to be in and out of consciousness and then he heard a
voice by his ear.

“Sir? Can you move?”

Caden turned his face and looked into eyes black as night. “Would
I be in the damn car if I could?”

The man looked into the crushed car and assessed Caden’s
wounds. “We’re going to have to cut you out.” The man backed
away from the window and whistled loudly. When he came back
into the driver’s side window he took Caden’s wrist and closed his
eyes. “My name is Kellan, what’s yours?”

Caden felt the warm hand on the pulse of his wrist and smelled the
sweat mixed with shampoo of the man half in his car. “Caden.”

Kellan opened his eyes after making sure Caden’s pulse was
strong, he looked into beautiful eyes; they were so blue they were
sapphire. Caden looked like a young Colin Farrell, God, he loved
Colin Farrell. Kellan shivered. “Well Caden, I hate to tell you this
but you are going to be stuck in the car for a little while longer.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Caden sighed and lay back in the seat.

“In the meantime, I can clean your face.” Kellan pulled out the
gauze and alcohol; he leaned back into the car and wiped the
blood from Caden’s face. “I’m going to put an IV line in you, I have

no idea how long you’re going to be stuck in the car and you need
fluids.”

“Well seeing as I am crushed in my car, I cannot say no can I?”
Caden pursed his lips.

Kellan got the kit ready and prepped the area with alcohol. He
found a nice vein and slid the needle in like butter. He heard a soft
curse and looked at Caden in the car. “Okay?”

“You stabbed me!”

“I assure you, I am one of the best at this.” Kellan taped the area

and held up the bag of saline. The firemen were making their way
over with the Jaws of Life. “Well, you should be free soon.
Hopefully.”

Caden sighed. “Great.”

After an hour, they’d finally freed Caden from his crumpled BMW
prison. He was loaded into the ambulance and his chatty
paramedic was along for the ride. He couldn’t focus on anything
but the man’s black-as-night eyes. They were so mesmerizing.
The man, Kellan, was looking over his leg and touching it. It hurt
like hell.

“Stop touching me!” Caden balked.

“I have to assess your wound.” Kellan looked at the damage. He
cleaned the area as best he could. The bone was broken and
sticking out of the skin. Ugh, a compound fracture.

“How bad is it?” Caden hissed.

“You want the good news or the bad news?” Kellan looked over at
Caden’s face.

He felt a hand on his jacket and was face to face with Caden in
seconds. His mouth opened in protest and that’s when it hit him full
force. The smell. He’d been so fixated on doing his job; he’d never
realized the delicious smell coming from the man. Now he did. Oh
shit, this guy was his mate. Before he could even say anything,
Caden growled at him.

“This is not funny!”

Kellan grabbed the oxygen masked and placed it over Caden’s
face. “You need to calm down.”

“Do you know who I am?” Caden roared.

“Nope, and I don’t care either.” Kellan chuckled, as Scott injected
Caden with morphine. He looked up at Scott with a small smile.
“Did you ask?”

“Nope, figured he was hysterical, Alex will cover me.” Scott
laughed.

Kellan looked down at the man on the gurney. His eyes were
closing slowly and his breathing evened out. Kellan checked his
blood pressure. “He’s my mate.”

Scott looked up. “No shit?”

Kellan sighed. “Nope, no shit.”