Bloodlust (Dark Hollow Wolf Pack 9)

“More,” Jax said, panting for breath, and Cade pushed in again, a little more this time, rocking gently back and forth. He was continually rubbing against Jax’s prostate, bringing him to the brink again and again. Each time, Cade would stop moving until he could recover and gently rock against him again. Cade added more lube, and pushed hard one last time and with a soft plop, the knot slipped all the way in. Jax was painfully full and stretched, and it hurt like a bitch, but he was also very aroused.

Jax twisted and whined, thrusting backward, and then came again, great pulsing streams of white shooting from him as he arched upward. Cade gripped him around the throat and bit down hard into the side of his neck, while at the same time grinding into him. Jax could feel him sucking his blood, his teeth sharp and painful. He held him there against his chest as he drank, riding him obscenely, possessively. Just when Jax thought he might die from the pleasure and the pain, Cade came hard, filling him with his hot cum. His cock stayed hard, and they were still fused together as Jax felt the pressure rise in him again.

“I-I’m coming again,” he cried. Cade held and soothed him through it, murmuring soft words in his ear as he came apart. Jax could feel the blood trickling down his neck and onto his back. Cade raised his head and licked at the wound, closing it up. He bit down into his own wrist and pushed it up against Jax’s lips. “Drink from me, little one. Drink deeply. It’ll help. ”

Jax opened his lips and allowed the hot, bitter blood to seep into his mouth.

Cade shook his head. “No. Drink. Suck my wrist. ” It tasted metallic, like iron, but he sucked in as hard as he could, wanting to please Cade. He was only able to take in a couple of mouthfuls before he started to cough and turned his head, but it must have been enough. Cade kissed his shoulder. “Good. Good boy. ”

A feeling of lassitude came over him in waves, soothing the pain and making him feel boneless and totally relaxed. He was flying, higher than before. He soared up into the clouds and they thickened around him. He was incredibly groggy and his pain eased off. Jax wondered in a vague, unfocused way if the blood had anything to do with it—Cade said it would help.

Cade whispered to him that he was “in heat” from the mating bite, not that his body secreted anything, but he would be overwhelmed with the urge to have sex with Cade. It must have been true, because suddenly he couldn’t get close enough to Cade. He pulled at his own cock and his breath came in big hitches as his body tried to process the chemicals that were flooding into him from Cade’s cum. He strained back against him and put a hand back to grab Cade’s hip and pull him closer, still pulling at himself frantically. Cade pulled his hand away.

“Be still, Jax. You’ll have multiple orgasms now, without stimulation. You’ll hurt yourself if you’re not careful. You just have to ride the orgasms out, baby, but I’ve got you. I’m here. ”

Jax was too far gone to listen to him, and when Cade stopped him from straining closer, he

moaned pitifully. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you, but it’s the only way. Try to be still…”

His prostate bathed in the chemicals released from the gland, Jax arched his back and cried out as an intense orgasm made him scream hoarsely. He reared back against Cade again, seeking help. Cade licked at the wound on his neck and held him down as his body spasmed out of control.

Jax thought afterward that he passed out for a while, because the next thing he remembered was his muscles clenching on the hardness inside him, and he wasn’t sure any more where he stopped and Cade began. The orgasms were more like little aftershocks now, jolting through him again and again, but almost pleasurable now. Cade moved behind him, and Jax realized he was finally able to pull away. He felt glad it was gone, but at the same time he felt strangely empty.

Holding Jax up with one arm, Cade pulled back the covers, and they both crawled in the bed. Jax felt exhausted but still dizzy and needy. He immediately scooted over next to Cade and tried to crawl on top of him. Cade laughed softly and turned him over, spooning him, pulling his back tightly against his chest. “Sleep now. ”

Jax settled in his arms, pushing his butt up into Cade’s groin. His thoughts were tumbling around in his head. He belonged to Cade—truly belonged, and it was a strangely heady feeling. He wondered if it would be this way all the time between them. He wondered too if this meant that Cade loved him, and he turned his head back to ask Cade, but he was already breathing hard, like he was sound asleep. Snuggling closer, he felt sleep stealing over him and let out the long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

In the morning, he promised himself. In the morning, Cade would tell him. Cade would say the words he wanted to hear. Not just that he belonged to him, but that he loved Jax too. Jax needed Cade to love him. He wasn’t sure why it was so important all of a sudden, because he hadn’t cared much one way or the other before, but things were different now. He knew that instinctively. They hardly knew each other, despite what they’d just done. But still, something was changing inside him and he could feel it. It was as if something deep within yearned to hear those words—as if without them, he’d never feel complete.

Rayce is wrong—there’s nothing fortunate about this. The bloodlust is unspeakable. The words Cade had spoken echoed in his head. What would happen if Cade couldn’t accept him as his mate, despite his assurances? He’d said his grandmother’s body had betrayed her. She and his grandfather co-existed through the long, lonely years. Was that all Jax had to look forward to? Being Cade’s burden, a heavy weight around his neck, dragging him down? Had Jax indeed jumped out of the frying pan and landed squarely in the fire?

Chapter Four

“So when is your cousin supposed to get here?” Gabe asked, looking out the window of the Zack’s office and down the driveway.

Zack looked up from his desk and smiled at his mate. “Soon, I think. I talked to Connor last evening, and they stopped in Atlanta to spend the night before driving up here. He said they should be here by lunchtime. ”

Gabe smirked. “Leave it to a wolf to measure time by his stomach. How many are there? Should I tell them down in the kitchen?”

“I already handled it,” Zack said absently, his gaze dropping back down to his paperwork. Gabe had gotten into the habit of coming to his office while he worked in the mornings to drink his coffee and work on his computer. He was taking correspondence courses from the university, and was almost finished with his latest course in Economics. It was in his core curriculum, a required course, and he hated the damn thing. He usually took any opportunity to distract himself.

“Is he nice-looking?” he asked. Zack glanced back up, frowning.

“Who? Mycousin?”

“No, the Pope. Of course, your cousin—that’s who we were talking about, wasn’t it?”

“I guess he is. I don’t know—and why are you so interested? You don’t need to worry about what other men look like. ”

Gabe laughed, swinging his chair around to gaze over at his mate flirtatiously. “Are you already jealous? Damn, he must be good-looking. ”

“Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up. My cousin Cade has a mate already. A soif de sang, at that. Good looks dorun in the family,” he said with a grin, “and he has a brother, but Connor’s still young enough to embarrass easily, so leave him alone. He wouldn’t know how to handle somebody like you. ”

“What did you mean by that soft thing?”

“Soif de sang. It means bloodlust. It’s like a blood match, only even stronger. Very rare— actually, I thought it was just a myth. Our grandparents were supposed to have had one, but I always thought it was just family lore. ”

“Stronger than the blood match?” Gabe shivered. “Damn, that would suck. ”