The air rushed from his lungs
as his head hit the wall and spots swam before his yes for a moment. He
shook his head. When his vision cleared, all Sterling saw were teeth, very
sharp teeth, and they were coming right at him.
"Oh hell no!" Sterling
shouted.
He raised his arm in front of
him. Shards of pain flooded him when the teeth sank into his skin just above
his wrist. It hurt so bad Sterling's eyes watered. It had been a long time
since he had felt that level of pain. It made Sterling angry.
He swung out with his claws,
striking the shifter across the shoulder. It wasn't a lethal wound but it
did dislodge the teeth in his arm. The shifter's glowing golden eyes glared
at him. Sterling glared right back.
"Get… the… fuck… off… me!"
The shifter grinned and
lunged again. Sterling cried out when he felt those long sharp teeth sink
into his skin right between his shoulder and his neck. The damn shifter was
going for his jugular vein. Well, two could play at that game. If he was
going down, he was taking one hairy ass shifter with him.
Sterling dug his claws around
the shifter's neck for leverage as he leaned forward and sank his teeth into
the corded muscles of the man's neck. He groaned as sweet, hot blood flooded
his mouth. It was the sweetest blood he had ever tasted, like dark chocolate
and cognac all rolled together. Sterling loved cognac.
His cock hardened into steel.
Sterling was disgusted with himself. And angry with the elders. He didn't
know what they put into the champagne but he wanted to beat each and every
one of them into pulps. He felt like he would explode if he didn't get some
relief soon.
Sterling's eyes widened when
he realized he was pushing his hips against the shifters, rubbing off on the
man. He groaned, totally appalled, but he couldn't stop if his life depended
on it. It just felt too damn good. So did the hard length pressing back
against him.
The shifter pinning him to
the wall suddenly stiffened and roared. Sterling winced as his ears rang.
Vampires had sensitive ears and the shifter had shouted right next to his.
Large strong claws dug into his sides as a surprising wetness suddenly
covered the front of Sterling's pants.
The unmistakable scent of the
man's seed floated up to him, driving Sterling crazy. He started jerking,
shoving his cock against the man harder and harder. He needed relief more
than he needed his next breathe.
Two things happened
simultaneously, two things that changed Sterling life forever. An orgasm of
mind blowing proportions ripped through him and the man in his arms started
to slump toward the floor, ripping Sterling's fangs from his neck.
It wouldn't have been so bad
if Sterling hadn't instinctively tried to catch the guy, but he did. When
his injured and bleeding arm brushed against the bite mark on the man's neck
made by Sterling's fangs, a white light blinded Sterling for a moment.
He felt the exact instant his
blood entered the shifter's bloodstream, he felt the bond between them snap
into place even as he cried out in denial. But it was too late. His entire
body was flooded with sensation, every cell binding itself to the shifter in
his arms.
No matter where he went or
what he did, Sterling would be forever bound to the man. He would know when
he was hurt, when he was in danger. He would even know when the shifter was
experiencing pleasure.
Sterling growled at that last
thought, a sudden possessiveness flowing through him unlike anything he ever
felt. He saw red, rage building inside of him until he wanted to tear
something apart, anything. The shifter, whoever the fuck he was, belonged to
him now. If anyone, or anything, ever tried to come between them, Sterling
would turn into the thing of nightmares.
Sterling sank down onto the
floor as he cradled the large shifter in his arms. He felt tears of
tenderness well up in his eyes as the wolf shifted back into a man. He
gently brushed the dark brown hair back from his chiseled face.
Well, if he was going to be
mated, at least the man was a looker. Hell, at least the man was a man. Even
thinking about being mated to a woman made him shudder. He wouldn't know
what to do with her girl bits.
The shifter, however, had all
the right bits in all the right places. The man was huge, nearly a foot
taller than Sterling, and he had the muscles to go with that larger size.
Hell, he had muscles everywhere.
Sterling had muscles but they
were quite as defined as the shifter's. His were more understated, like a
swimmer. It was one of the reasons he made such a good bodyguard. No one
ever saw him as a threat.
Sterling suddenly remembered
Vladimir and started laughing. He was mated. The rules for vampires were a
bit different then they were for other paranormals. They couldn't just up
and leave their covens. They had to have a good reason and then permission
or they would be branded lone vampires. And lone vampires were executed on
sight.
Being mated, Sterling no
longer had to have a reason to leave Vladimir and his coven. Now that he had
bonded with his mate, he could go anywhere his mate was. The shifter was,
for all tense and purposes, his coven.
Sterling growled and
tightened his grip on the shifter when someone stepped closer. He didn't
care who the man was, he belonged to Sterling. He wasn't going to let anyone
interfere with that. He needed to get their mating registered and then he
could wake the damn man up.
Sterling stood up and tried
to lift the shifter. He sighed deeply and rolled his shoulders when the
strain became too much. There was just no way he could lift the man and take
him to the elders.
Sterling rolled his eyes and
grabbed the shirt at the back of the man's neck and started pulling him
across the ballroom floor. He was thankful the hardwood floor was recently
waxed. The shifter was much easier to drag.
But the man was huge. By the
time Sterling reached the dais, he was panting from over exertion. He
dropped the shifter's shirt and rested his hands on his knees, bending over
to take several deep breathes.
"Sterling?"
Sterling glanced up then
straightened when he saw who was speaking to him. He smoothed his shirt down
then nodded respectably to the elder. "Elder Lewis, I've come to have my
mating recorded."
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