Bailey Bradford - Southwestern Shifters 07 - Revolution (11 page)

“Father Piotr will be arriving in five minutes,” Jaq said through the bedroom door. Jameson sat up, surprised he’d dozed off considering… He looked over at Luuk, stretching and arching that sexy body, and no, it was no wonder he’d slept. Luuk had blown his damn mind.

“Five minutes. We need to shower,” Luuk grumbled, scratching at a dried patch of…something. “Gotta figure out how and when and where we’re supposed to meet up with Adam, too.”

Jameson smacked himself on the forehead and winced. “I didn’t even think that far ahead, just, you know, that he was going to be here and I’d see him, meet this Todd guy.”
“Which will indeed happen.” Luuk stood and Jameson almost drooled. His mate was just too fucking built, that was all there was to it. Luuk snorted and took his softened cock in hand, jiggling it a bit. “If you keep looking at me like that, this is going to need more attention.”
Jameson was willing, but it seemed in bad form to have sex while the kind priest was being wheeled in. Or carried in. He really didn’t even know if Father Piotr was up to walking or what.
“Jamie,” Luuk said, exasperation and humour tinging his voice. “Come on, love, let’s get a quick rinse in then go see Piotr.”
“Okay.” Jameson stood and grimaced. Hadn’t he been clean not that long ago?
“Getting dirty is the fun part about having to get clean.”
Jameson cocked an eyebrow at Luuk. “You realise that doesn’t exactly make sense.”
“Sure it does.” Luuk walked to the bathroom and there was enough sway in his hips, sending that firm ass rocking, that Jameson knew the exaggerated strides were intentional.
“Showoff. Like shaking your ass is supposed to make me
not
think about fucking it.” Jameson snorted and dashed after a laughing Luuk.
The shower was a quick one, with them both keeping their hands to themselves, for the most part. Towelling off would have been smoother had Luuk not turned and shook that bountiful ass again. Jameson couldn’t help but put a nice welt on it courtesy of a wicked towel flick. Luuk’s yelp probably woke the dead.
By the time they were dressed, almost fifteen minutes had passed since Jaq’s announcement. Jameson didn’t think they’d done too badly, all things considered.
“We didn’t end up fucking like crazy, you mean,” Luuk said. “If you don’t get out the door very quickly, that will change, though.”
Jameson headed to the door then opened it slightly before looking over his shoulder to rake Luuk with a lusty gaze.
“Jamie…” Luuk growled and Jameson pulled the door open fully and walked out, making sure he had enough swing in his hips to pay Luuk back for teasing him earlier. Well, he really hoped Luuk would rip his clothes off and fuck him into oblivion later, after they’d done the visiting and discussed the plan for where to try to meet up with Adam. It was a sure bet Jameson wouldn’t be able to sleep again until that meeting, or reunion, unless perhaps Luuk wore him out.
“That, I can do.” Luuk was right on his heels, Jameson could feel him, and if he had been unaware, the palm landing on his ass to lightly tap him would have let him know how close Luuk was to him. Jameson slowed and Luuk stepped up beside him. They twined their fingers together immediately and warmth filled Jameson.
They entered the large living room together, stopping not far in, as there were quite a few more people in the house now than there had been. And all of them, with the exception of the priests, were shifters. Almost as one, they turned and saw Jameson, and—more importantly, he knew—Luuk.
The sound of multiple pairs of knees hitting the floor was incredible, as was the show of loyalty as every shifter lowered themselves to a prostrated position. Jameson felt like doing the same as pride in his mate surged strong and fierce in him.
“Rise,” Luuk said, his voice deeper than usual, and Jameson knew how touched he was, how hard he fought the burning in his eyes at the sight of so many loyal pack members. “Thank you, everyone. I would love to meet each of you, after my mate and I say hello to Father Piotr.”
The shifters rose and every one of them was damn near beaming, happy to see their Alpha Anax, and to be promised an opportunity to meet him. Jameson didn’t feel slighted. He was Luuk’s mate, not an Alpha Anax, loved by many. Hell, he completely understood being thrilled at the idea of getting some of Luuk’s time. He was certainly thrilled at the knowledge he’d be getting some private attention later.
“You’re going to have me walking amongst our people with an erection I can’t hide, love.”
Jameson reined in his raunchier thoughts before they could get out of hand. He nudged Luuk as Father Norbert plopped a hand on his hip and gave them an arch look.
“I do hope you are not expecting me to so much as genuflect,” Norbert said, then ruined the snooty tone by giggling. “Come, come see Piotr. Does he not look wonderful?”
Jameson and Luuk came closer, and Jameson personally thought Piotr looked like he’d aged a decade, but the priest was alive and for that he was grateful. “Yes, you look wonderful, as Father Norbert says,” Jameson told him as he leant down to kiss the old priest’s cheek.
The chair Father Piotr was in sat low to the ground, and Jameson felt like he was almost prostrating himself by the time he bussed the leathery cheek. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
Father Piotr huffed, more like a wheeze, really, and he patted Jameson’s cheek in return. “Now, my boy, I could not leave this world without knowing some things were settled, and some wrongs righted.”
Jameson’s stomach burned with an odd sense of cold at that, because it sounded to him like Father Piotr was only hoping to hang around long enough to see Luuk reinstated as Alpha Anax.
But before he could ask, Father Piotr was reaching past him for Luuk.
“I doubt he meant it like it sounded,”
Luuk thought.
“I think he is just…just glad he didn’t die, period.”
“I hope so, Luuk, but he looks so old, and frail…”
“He just got out of the hospital, and had to be brought along the road from hell. Likely he’s been bounced all over the place.”
Luuk bussed the old priest’s cheek and stood. “No more scaring us like that, Father Piotr. You are loved by too many people to be taken from us so soon.”
“Soon?” Father Piotr scowled. “Boy, I am eighty-two years old.”
Luuk nodded. “Mmhm, and that simply hasn’t been long enough for those who love you, as I pointed out.”
Father Piotr grumbled, but his pale cheeks tinted with pink and he looked healthier already. Jameson and Luuk visited with Piotr and Norbert for a few minutes, then promised to come to his room for a more private conversation later, once Piotr had slept. Jameson wanted to tell him about Adam, and how nervous he was to be meeting him and Todd. Well, more Todd than Adam, but still.
Then there was the promised meeting with the other shifters. Jameson remained at Luuk’s side, but let Luuk handle all the conversation. Luuk introduced him to every shifter, and every one of them was unfailingly polite, almost fawning, but it was their Alpha Anax who truly held their attention. Jameson was fine with that. It soothed him, actually, seeing the love these people had for Luuk, when for so long it had felt like everyone in the world hated them.
Luuk was generous with his time, his words, and Jameson didn’t think that was a new thing for him with his pack members. Luuk had always been kind and firm, as far as he knew.
Mem finally clapped her hands together and herded everyone out. “They are thrilled to have you alive and whole, and the promise of you taking back your position will boost many spirits.”
Luuk nodded. “As they have, including you, boosted mine, and my Jamie’s. We needed this every bit as much as they did.”
Mem nodded. “You are a good Alpha Anax. I am sorry you will have to kill your own brother but he has caused many to suffer, and many deaths of good, good men and women.”
Jameson’s stomach turned right back into that ball of icy fire. He didn’t want Luuk to have to kill Luther, no matter how they were related, but shifter rules would have to be followed. Even if Luther ceded authority, he would die for what he’d done, both turning traitor and murdering so many shifters.
“Don’t.”
Just the one word from Luuk, but it conveyed the pain he felt over what he knew he’d have to do. Luuk wouldn’t make an allowance for Luther, nor should he.
Jameson wasn’t going to let either of them dwell on it. He took Luuk’s hand and stepped up against him so he could get a good rub on that firm body. “Let’s go figure out where to meet up with Adam. Perhaps he’s emailed again or something. Then…” Jameson stood on his toes and nipped Luuk’s neck, hard, earning him a moan and a shudder.
Jameson liked it, a lot, and so he let himself go further, talking dirtier than he’d done before. “Then I want you to fuck me, fill me up with your cum, and I’m gonna roll you over and take you while your seed leaks from my body.”
Then he led his stunned, horny mate back to their room, and thought they might need to rearrange the order of their evening plans.

The logistics were a bitch, mainly because Adam had simply hopped on a plane—okay, maybe that wasn’t simple, but Luuk was generalising—as soon as he’d heard from Jamie. There’d been no back and forth about where to meet or the dangers in doing so, when and where Adam would be arriving… Luuk was all for spontaneity at times, but there were times it was a real pain in the ass.

Patience, waiting for hours, wasn’t Jamie’s strong suit, at least not in this matter. Luuk had done his best and fucked, and been fucked, until they were both too sore and too tired for another round. It took a lot to wear a shifter out sexually, but he and Jamie had damn sure managed it.

The ding of the laptop let him know there was a new e-mail. Luuk poked Jamie’s hip. “D’you hear that? You got mail.”
Jamie grunted but he was up in a flash, although he did stumble and grab at his lower back. He shot Luuk a look like he’d done something wrong, but Luuk knew better and winked. Jamie’s lips twitched and he turned back to making his way to the laptop. “Haven’t been pounded like that in ages,” he muttered.
Well. Luuk would just have to make sure such a…pounding happened with enough regularity that it didn’t put Jamie out of commission, as it seemed to have. Although, a part of his unsteadiness could be nerves. They’d composed an e-mail in between rounds of fucking, making bare mention of the need to have a good, safe plan for meeting up. Luuk got up, winced and grimaced a few times himself, but joined Jamie at the desk where the laptop set.
“They landed in Amsterdam and are already on the move. This Marcus, he’s got over a dozen guards with him, and hundreds more on the ground.” Jamie looked away from the email to frown at Luuk. “How powerful is this guy?”
“Very,” Luuk guessed. “North America is much larger than the territory I was leader of. There are also more shifters there than here. Hundreds of years ago, entire packs fled to North America to escape the persecution of the superstitious. That, and it was a new country, and so many were full of hope…”
Jamie grunted and went back to reading the e-mail. Luuk read over his shoulder. “He’s going to check in in approximately four hours.” Luuk sighed and rubbed his brow for a moment. “We need to talk to Mem. I am beginning to think this might be the safest place for them to come. There are loyal pack members here, and they will watch for anyone who would harm us.”
“Okay. I think that’s the best idea, but…” Jamie’s scent was full of nerves, and sweat beaded his brow even in the coolness of their room. “I just…I’m scared, Luuk. I don’t know what to say, how to act—”
Luuk tugged Jamie up and into his arms. He held Jamie’s chin and kissed him, pressing hard on those swollen red lips. “You say what’s in your heart, and you don’t act any way, you just be yourself, love. That’s all Adam wants—his friend, whom he loves.” Who could blame Adam for loving Jamie? Luuk settled his lips over Jamie’s again and took another slower, deeper kiss that had Jamie shivering and pressing closer. Luuk delighted in having his mate naked and plastered to him. He smoothed a hand down to cup Jamie’s ass, but resisted the temptation to knead that flesh. He knew how tender Jamie’ bottom was, because his was about as well-used.
Luuk ended the kiss by lapping at Jamie’s lips. He loved how dark and plump they were after hard loving. He dropped another kiss on the tip of Jamie’s nose. “Let’s get cleaned up. I think we both have cum on places no one should. Then we can find Mem.”
Jamie smirked at him and raised an arm. “I don’t know, maybe everyone should have spunk in their arm pit hair at least once.”
Luuk wasn’t even going to try to figure out how that had got there. They’d both been…messy. “As long as it washes out easy. If it’s knotted…”
“Then you can shave my pits, because there will be no combing out of knots there.” Jamie huffed and Luuk wondered if Jamie would let him shave him, cheeks to chin to chest and yeah, all the way down to his toes, which had a light smattering of hair on the first couple on each foot. Perhaps when they had a little more time, because if Jamie said yes, Luuk wanted to take a long, long time stripping that hair off his sexy body. And he wanted to be able to fuck Jamie, hard and raw and fast, which neither of them were up to right now.
“Yes, you can, and oh God,” Jamie groaned from the bathroom, “please, stop thinking about fucking me. It’s making my dick try to get hard all over again and I swear I can’t go another round. It’ll kill me.”
At the ‘yes’, Luuk’s cock tried to give a happy dance, or at least a twitch, but he really was worn out. He’d have been embarrassed had he and Jamie not come so many times already. “Start the water,” he said huskily, because his brain was still stuck on the whole shaving thing, but Luuk managed to get them both cleaned off, and he even got the spunk out of Jamie’s hair without making Jamie yelp, which earned him brownie points.
Luuk’s belly growled, and so did Jamie’s as they were getting dressed. Luuk arched a brow at his mate. “You want to head to the kitchen and fix us a couple of sandwiches while I go knock on Mem’s bedroom door? Shouldn’t take me but a minute or two then I’ll join you.”
“Sure.” Jamie pulled a T-shirt on and the love bites Luuk had left on his neck showed up beautifully. He wished he could see the other bite, the deeper one he’d left on Jamie, just as Jamie had left a matching bite on him.
Luuk had to force himself to leave Jamie. He wondered if he was being extra clingy, if there was some part of him that felt threatened by the arrival of Adam. Luuk stopped in the middle of the hallway and scowled. Was that it? Was that why he’d been all over Jamie, had fucked him and marked him so much?
No, because he’d given himself to Jamie, just as fiercely, and while Luuk bottomed sometimes, he didn’t do it too often. And he’d done it more during last night than he had in a long while, combined.
And, he realised, it wasn’t insecurity over anything making him let go and give himself so willingly, so eagerly. No, it was happiness, a feeling of safety and hope for the future. It was learning there really were powerful people on their side, and that this entire horrible coup might soon be over. It was relief, and love so deep it was a part of his soul he couldn’t live without.