Noah stepped out into the pack kitchen and ran right to Crew. He was sitting in his seat, arms wrapped around his midsection, and doubled over in pain. His jaw and eyes were clenched shut, and he was sweating profusely.
“Crew, I help,” Noah said as he knelt beside him. He gently pulled Crew’s arms from around his waist and placed his hands on his stomach. He closed his eyes, and a white light appeared under his hands. The light got brighter and brighter, and then faded. Noah opened his eyes, and they were full of confusion. His eyes began to mist with tears. “It no work. Why it no work?” he cried. He placed his hands back on Crew, one on his back and one on his front. “Jesse help?” he pleaded. Jesse knelt back down and placed his hands next to Noah’s. They both closed their eyes, and the light grew bright, but then faded. They both opened their eyes and looked at each other in worry.
Crew screamed out in pain and grabbed his head. Haven ran to him and tried to wrap his arms around him, but Crew thrashed and screamed.
Taylor moved Haven out of the way, and dropped down next to Jesse. “Ryland, grab onto Noah. Phen,” he instructed and held out his hand to Phenex. “All together now.” Noah and Jesse placed their hands back on Crew and Taylor brought his and Phen’s hands to lay over Jesse’s. They each closed their eyes and Noah, Ryland, and Jesse began to chant. The light was back, and it grew incredibly bright. Crew’s eyes snapped open, his body went rigid, and he screamed as loud as he could. His body went limp and slouched in the chair unconscious.
Everyone pulled back from him and moved away. Aaron dropped down and checked his pulse and heart. “He’s alive.”
“What the hell was that?” Storm asked.
“I have no idea, but we need to find out. Aaron, are there any tests you could do?” Micah asked.
“Let’s get him to the medical wing, and I’ll do a CAT scan and draw some blood. Then we can get him to his room to rest.”
Haven immediately went to Crew’s side and picked him up carefully. He pulled Crew close to his body. “Which way?”
“Follow me,” Aaron said and led them from the room.
“What the hell happened?” Lexi asked.
“I don’t know, but it felt like something was possessing Crew and then threw me out when I tried to help him,” Jesse explained.
“Exactly,” Ryland agreed.
“Me too,” Noah added sadly.
They all took their seats and Bastian, Storm, and Noah joined them. “So what do you think it was?” Micah asked.
“I have no idea, but I can tell you this―poor Crew was in extreme pain. I could feel it and see it inside him,” Jesse informed them.
“This may be a shot in the dark, but I do know of something that may be the cause,” Zane added. Micah looked at him in curiosity. “What’s that, Zane?”
“Voodoo,” he said simply.
“What, like real voodoo?” Xander asked in astonishment.
“I don’t know of any fake voodoo,” Zane snickered.
“You’re right, Zane. This sounds exactly like black magic,” Ryland said.
“And who do we know is the father of black magic?” Raith asked, his brow raised and face twisted in disgust.
“Malachi,” Micah growled between clenched teeth.
“Is there a way we can protect ourselves against this voodoo?” Taylor asked. “Because nothing was working until we all joined to help him. I felt our power press against whatever it was and force it out.”
“I’m not sure, but with Rory’s help, we can start digging around,” Zane answered and looked at Rory.
He nodded. “I’ll call Adam and Marcus. With four of us searching maybe we can find an answer faster,” Rory said and got up.
“That’s a great idea, cousin,” Zane said and followed Rory out.
“Great, now this motherfucker is hitting us with voodoo. What’s next, aliens, dinosaurs, and the Loch Ness Monster?” Micah asked in anger.
Everyone tried to hide their smiles and laughs but it wasn’t working. Micah heard their snickers. He looked at each of them with hard eyes until his gaze landed on Jesse. His beautiful mate was turning red, biting his lip, and his eyes were tearing from trying to hold in his laughter. He pursed his lips together tight and narrowed his eyes at Jesse. “Go ahead.” The second the words left his mouth, Jesse burst out in tearful laughter and the rest of the room followed. Jesse held his stomach as he bent over laughing and tears ran down his face.
“You all suck,” Micah huffed indignantly and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yes, we all do,” Taylor said through his laughter, which only caused everyone to laugh harder.
Still laughing, Jesse got up and straddled Micah’s lap. He took a deep breath and tried to control himself as he wrapped his arms around Micah’s neck. “It’s okay, babe. We know what you mean,” Jesse said, and burst out laughing again. The corners of Micah’s lips raised in a smirk and finally he began to laugh with them. He wrapped his arms around Jesse’s waist, pulling him against his chest as they laughed.
“Yes! Oh my fucking Gods, yes!” Crew screamed out. “More, Haven. Please don’t stop. I want to feel all of you,” Crew begged.
Well who was he to deny his mate what he wanted? But he would take it slow. No one had ever been able to fit his whole cock inside them and he didn’t want to hurt his mate. Haven pressed forward and slowly inched his way inside Crew’s body. Crew arch up off the bed as his head shook from side to side, and his hands fisted the sheets below him. A moan escaped Crew’s lips that was so damn sexy, that Haven thought he was going to come just from the sound. His cat roared and scratched to claim their mate. He needed to feel the connection, too. Haven’s eyes shifted and turned into his feline’s as he felt his fangs rip through his gums. He closed his eyes, trying to gain control of his cat. His jaw clenched from the breathtaking feeling of Crew’s inner muscles flexing and moving around his shaft, opening to allow his cock to slide in and then gripping him tightly. Haven was in total bliss as he pressed forward. His head fell back on his shoulders, eyes closed, and his mouth open as he panted and moaned his pleasure.
He was so lost in the feeling of being inside his mate and all the emotions swirling around inside him that his eyes flew open in surprise, and his head snapped down, when he felt his balls touch Crew’s ass. He stared at where their bodies were joined and he was lost in the sight. He was fully encased by his mate’s body. Not an inch of his cock was to be seen. His balls pressed against Crew’s smooth skin and his wiry curls mixed with Crew’s as he pressed his groin against his lover’s balls.
Holy motherfucking son of a bitch, sweet ecstasy. How? He was shocked at the sight in front of him. He couldn’t believe he was fully seated inside his mate. His eyes quickly shifted to look at his mate’s face, expecting to see pain and horror there, but instead he found a man who was lost in the pleasure. Crew’s face was relaxed, his eyes closed and lips parted as he panted. Exquisite moans and whimpers escaped his lips. He watched in awe at the sight of his mate’s face. Crew’s eyes opened, his gaze meeting Haven’s, and Haven gasped from the look in his mate’s eyes. They were full of desire, passion, need, and…love. Was that love he was seeing mixed in with all those other emotions?
“Move, Heaven. Please move,” Crew begged. Haven didn’t have the heart to correct his mate when he called him heaven instead of Haven. He could see in Crew’s eyes that he said what he meant. Haven’s heart clenched, then filled with joy―he liked it that Crew called him heaven.
Haven pulled back slowly until just the tip remained and then thrust forward again. Never before had he experienced such intense bliss.
Haven grabbed onto Crew’s hips and began a steady rhythm. As his thrusts increased, Crew began to babble and thrash below him. He begged and pleaded for Haven to take him, to make him his. Haven lowered his body over Crew’s and held himself up by his forearms. He captured Crew’s lips in a heated kiss as his hips began to snap against Crew’s body. Crew threw his arms around Haven’s shoulders and held him tight as he began to move his hips, meeting Haven thrust for thrust. Haven devoured his mate’s mouth. He couldn’t get enough of his taste. He wanted to stay right here inside his mate’s body with his tongue and his cock, as he lay pressed against him, encircled by Crew’s arms.
This was it―this was the pleasure he sought his whole life. He was here and he never wanted to leave it. Crew pulled his lips away and opened his eyes. Beautiful emerald-green eyes stared into his. “Do you feel it too, Haven? Do you feel like you’re finally where you were always meant to be?”
“Yes, baby. I feel it,” Haven whispered in awe. Crew said in words exactly what he was feeling.
“Claim me, Heaven. Make me yours.”
“Heaven, huh?” Haven asked with mirth.
“Yes. You are my heaven. Take me.”
Haven lowered his head and licked the side of Crew’s neck where it met his shoulder and he struck, sinking his teeth into the smooth, delicious flesh of his mate.
Crew’s blood coated his tongue, and Haven finally knew what ambrosia tasted like. One drop, one taste, and he already knew he was addicted to his mate’s blood. His hips thrust faster as he drew more of the intoxicating fluid into his mouth.
Crew’s fingers thrust onto his hair fiercely and tightened on the strands. Haven groaned from the sensation. He felt like he was being claimed at the same time he was claiming. Crew’s body drew him in, and his blood gave him life. There were too many sensations at once, that Haven felt dizzy from it. The feel of Crew’s body pulling him in and wrapping around him. His legs wrapped around Haven’s waist, locking them together, his arms holding him intensely as his fingers kept Haven’s lips pressed against his throat. Their sweaty chests sliding against each other, all mixing in with the incredible taste of his mate, and the intoxicating smell of him surrounding Haven’s head.
His sac pulled tight against his body, and an electric current shot down his spine. He thrust hard one last time, and his body stiffened as his seed exploded out of him, filling his mate’s hole. His body reacted, and he shot a second load, as he felt and smelled Crew’s release between them, as Crew screamed out his name to the heavens.