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Vitas yawned and stretched. “Is everyone gone?”
“Yes, little one. Let’s go to bed. If I’m right, there’s something special waiting for us upstairs.”
Chapter Eleven
Henri and Vitas’ Suite
When Vitas and Henri entered their suite, Vitas saw a bower of pillows, flowers, and fairy lights. It was like something out of the illustrated book of fairy tales his father used to read to him. Henri picked him up off his feet and carried him to the bed, nestling him amidst the pastel cushions. The four posts were hung in sheer silver tissue caught up with fabric ribbons the colors of cooper, silver, and gold. It was gorgeous. Roses scented the air. He looked around and found the petals nestled in the sheets.
Henri slowly undressed Vitas and allowed Vitas to reciprocate. Vitas put his arms around Henri’s shoulders and pulled himself up to meet his Mate. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” Vitas repeated his mantra as Henri bit, then kissed every part he bared. Soon they were gloriously naked in their nest.
Henri put his finger on Vitas’ lips. “I love you, too, my Mate. You have no idea how much.” Vitas lay still as Henri worshiped his body. “I love your compact, fit body. You are small enough to take my arm over your shoulder but not soft like a she-wolf. I love that you take care of yourself. I love that you are always ready for me, early morning, evening or in the middle of the night. I love that you are so completely mine.”
“In Russia, I prayed for my Mate to appear. In a way, I’m grateful to Chernof because if it weren’t for his cruelty, I would never have found you.”
Henri smiled at him. “You’re wrong, little one, I would have searched Europe and Russia looking for you. From our past lives, I knew you were an Omega and changed into a small, pure white wolf. By the process of elimination, I would have found you, although I must admit Chernof did bring you to me earlier than I expected. But I would rather have found you later than have had you suffer what you did.”
“If my road ended with you, I’d suffer it all over again, my Mate.”
Vitas shivered as Henri laved his nubs, his teeth worrying their tips. Henri’s tongue traced his collarbone then turned to the back of his neck. Vitas cried out in pure pleasure when Henri kissed him there. Henri moved his lips down to the inside of his elbow and the back of his knees. Each time he came closer to completion. Kisses in those spots sent sizzling sensations straight to his cock.
“Henri, lay back and let me explore your body. I want to map yours as well as you mapped mine.” His Alpha cooperated by laying back, his head propped up by pillows decorated with golden ribbons.
“Have at it, my Mate.”
Vitas surveyed the feast set before him. With his tongue, he followed the whorls of hair that rode over one pectoral muscle to the other. He licked down the indentation in the middle and again followed the path of hair down to his prize.
Vitas placed his hand and fingers firmly around the middle of Henri’s member and gently stroked. Henri moaned. Vitas swooped down and took Henri into his mouth up to the root, covering his teeth with his lips.
Henri chuckled. “I see all of the Mates’ conversation was not about food or the wedding.” Vitas’ face heated, but he continued on the course he had laid out in his mind. He wrapped his tongue around the shank and flicked it back and forth across the sensitive skin. When he came up to the head, he pulled back the foreskin and licked around the sensitive rim. Dipping his tongue into the small well at the tip, he lapped up the pre-cum that dripped down the sides of Henri’s rod, leaving pearl-like drops on the trimmed bush below.
Henri moaned continuously. Finally, he sat up, and Vitas found himself flat on his back with a pillow propped under his bottom. Henri snatched the lube from under the pillow, his eyes blazing with desire.
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Henri flicked open the top of the lube and dribbled the contents down Vitas’ cheeks. After pouring more on his forefinger, he began the job of loosening his Mate’s sphincter. He inserted the first finger, and Vitas cried, “More, faster…”
Working his way around the muscle, to his surprise, he found that Vitas was still loose from last night. The second and third fingers slipped in easily.
Vitas moaned, “Please, my Mate, I need you inside of me, now!”
Henri slathered his cock with more lube and lined it up to Vitas’ sweet hole. He faced his lover and began to push. Slowly but surely, Vitas opened for him until his sphincter popped. Henri plunged inside. The walls of Vitas’ channel felt silken to his bare cock. He moved back and forth. Vitas’ head was level with his nubs. His Mate took advantage of that by sucking, biting, and licking on his chest. Each time Vitas’ tongue rolled over his mark it felt like an electric current was wired straight to his cock. He pushed and pulled in earnest. Sweat dripped from his brow. His Mate’s eyes darkened and became rimmed with red. He assumed his own looked the same.
Henri’s fangs broke through his gums as they dropped. He was getting close. “Vitas, my little one, are you ready to fly with me?” Vitas’ eyes turned fully red, and his small fangs appeared. Henri bent down and bit his mark, simultaneously feeling the prick of Vitas’ fangs on his chest. The pleasure was immeasurable. His body rocked and shuddered. It felt like he came for hours in what he knew were only minutes. The knot formed. He flipped over, so Vitas lay on his chest. They kissed, quietly basking in their love for each other. His little one fell asleep. Henri waited until the knot went down, then crept out of bed. Vitas mumbled in his sleep that he was cold. He covered him with the down comforter and smiled. His life lay under that comforter, and now he had to do what he must do to protect it.
Henri strode across the gallery to his study and sat down at his desk, picking up his cell phone from where he’d left it when he came home earlier. Henri called Alaska. It was still early in the evening there.
Lionel Florent Brisbois, his pack’s Chief Beta and second in command behind only Henri, Regis, and Mathieu, answered the call on the phone reserved only for pack business. “Anchorage, please state your business.”
“Lionel, this is Alpha Giraud.”
Henri heard Lionel take a deep breath. He usually had commands passed on to him from Regis and Mathieu. “I need you to send me all the Enforcers you can spare and the Alpha and one Beta from every one of our packs in Alaska and the Yukon. I especially want Alpha Utkin, both of his Betas, and the two Alphas in Training. Have them fly to New York in their jets or fly commercial if they have to, I’ll reimburse them their fares. The Alpha has called an Assembly over the matter of my Mate and the other horrors that have been perpetrated on our people by the Russian First. We must be ready to defend the Alpha Mate and to testify that his mark is genuine.”
“Oh the gods, Alpha, he’s challenging your mating? Can you beat him in the pit? He is their First.”
“I commend you on your confidence in me,” Henri said dryly.
The Beta stammered. “I didn’t mean you couldn’t—”
