Loribelle Hunt - Once Bitten

Spellbound Moon 1:

Once Bitten

Loribelle Hunt

Spellbound Moon 1: Once Bitten

Copyright © February 2010 by Loribelle Hunt

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Chapter One

“ Oh yeah .” It was more one long groan than two distinct words. “Just like that.” Teeth slid, just barely, along the underside of Caleb's cock before lips tightened around him, making his hips jerk up. Zach held him down easily, one arm pressed over his pelvis, the other hand wrapped around the base of his erection.

Zach knew just what Caleb wanted tonight, knew he had to expel the edginess, the unexplained neediness that had been riding him lately. Especially the last couple of days. He sucked Caleb hard. His mouth and tongue and teeth were punishing, demanding. Almost brutal.

But Caleb was a werewolf; he could take whatever Zach dished out. And more.

Caleb came like a rocket, but after one swallow, Zach pulled away. Using his cum, the other werewolf rubbed it around Caleb's asshole. Used it as lube before pushing the head of his cock inside. Caleb clenched his fists.

It was rare that he let Zach top him like this. Of the two, Caleb was more dominant, but Zach wasn't exactly a wimp either. Right now Caleb read too much concern, too many questions in his lover's eyes. He squeezed his muscles a bit, enough to distract him, and Zach's eyes yellowed, turning wolf as he slammed home.

The first few strokes were rough. Caleb was hard again by the time Zach slowed to a more steady, controlled rhythm. When Caleb met his gaze, he saw tenderness and tonight…that just wouldn't do. Wrapping his hand around the back of Zach's neck, he yanked him down.

“Maybe I should be fucking you.”

He growled when he got the reaction he wanted. Zach's mouth crushing his. His cock slamming in and out of him. Neither could last long this way. Neither really wanted to. As soon as Zach came, Caleb flipped him over and took him from behind. It was over in seconds. They lay next to each other for a long time. Panting and sweaty and quiet.

It wasn't until much later, after they'd showered and dressed, that Zach broke the silence.

“We should find a woman tonight.”

“Yeah.”

It sounded good. Anything to burn off the need still riding him hard. It was like his body knew something he didn't. Like it was revving up in anticipation. He looked up to catch Zach's thoughtful expression before he could hide it, and Caleb rolled his eyes. He really wasn't in the mood to be psychoanalyzed tonight.

“Did you call yet?”

Fuck. Zach wasn't going to let it go. “No,” Caleb answered curtly. Earlier Zach had shared his theory that something was wrong in Caleb's pack. That Caleb was experiencing some kind of weird sixth sense. It was a dangerous supposition to make about a werewolf even if his pack didn't have the same hang-ups about witches that the rest did.

The thought alone was enough to bring her image to Caleb's mind. Liza. He had the usual mix of emotions when remembering her. Lust and anger. Fury and possession. He took a deep breath to compose himself. He couldn't have her. Hell, she'd probably mated someone else by now. His wolf rose close to the surface of his mind and growled its displeasure.

“Well?” Zach asked.

“We'll find someone tomorrow.” He ignored the second question and answered the first.

He couldn't take a woman in his current state. Even with Zach around to rein him in, he couldn't be sure he wouldn't damage her.

“Stubborn,” Zach muttered. “I'm going to get a drink. You know where to find me when you snap out of this.”

He grinned. “And if I don't you'll start without me?”

“Exactly.” Zach left, but his chuckles still filled the air.

Caleb picked up his phone and started to dial, but hung up before he finished. If something was wrong in Redhawke, someone would have called him, right? Either his father, Grant, the alpha, or his beta, Henry. Or hell, even Liza. According to his sources, she was paladin now, a kind of cross between security expert, police chief, and gatekeeper. According to werewolf lore, the paladins were werewolf knights who protected Charlemagne. Not only were they heroic, they also could not be corrupted. Could not be turned away from their cause. Every modern werewolf pack had one paladin. They filled so many jobs that Caleb wasn't sure he could list them all.

Perhaps the most important was that as the pack's knight, the paladin was defender against not only pretenders to the throne but also threats from outside. Threats from other packs. No one would gain access to the alpha or beta without her approval first. Unless, like him, they had private numbers and family ties that couldn't be denied.

He had mixed feelings about her occupying the paladin position. Her devotion to the pack had never been questioned. She'd never endanger it. The future alpha in him approved. The man and wolf, not so much. He would never be as important to her as the pack. He would never be the center of her world. Yet, he was proud of her accomplishments too. He knew that of all the pack's senior soldiers, she was the best qualified. The smartest. The superior fighter. Hell, she ought to be. He'd helped train her.

With a growl, he grabbed a beer from the fridge, twisted off the cap, and tossed it into the garbage as he paced. Alpha heirs often spent a few years traveling and living among other packs.

It helped cement alliances among the packs. But he'd been here in Maine for five years, and that was excessive. He was on borrowed time. Eventually he'd have to go home to Florida and take over the pack. He'd always known that. But eventually was drawing closer every day.

Not because anything was wrong at Redhawke, but because he and Zach were starting to make the pack nervous. They were the two strongest males, stronger than the alpha and the beta, and their heirs. There was a simple solution—a blood oath to Zach's father. But that easy answer was impossible. To do so, he'd have to forfeit his claim to Redhawke, his father's pack, and that wasn't happening. But it was clear his welcome in Maine was wearing thin. There'd been some pretty pointed hints after the last council meeting. It was only family ties that prevented him and Zach from getting tossed out since he was the alpha's and beta's youngest son. Which just further complicated the situation.