Dagon's Ride [Brac Pack 19] (13 page)

Taylor’s heart plummeted. Dagon was going to say it was a stupid idea, argue with him that he had no clue what he was talking about.

He felt anger building inside of him, and a bit of resentment as well.

Taylor knew from the moment he stepped out of that restroom what his purpose in life was, and Dagon was about to shoot it full of holes.

“Slow down,
cachorro
.” He lowered his hand as he took a deep breath. “I think you should run this idea by Maverick. It sounds like you’ve done a lot of thinking about this.”

“I have.”

“Then I think it is something you should pursue.”
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“Really?” Taylor had steeled himself for the argument he knew he would have to face with Dagon. He wasn’t prepared for his mate to be onboard. Not when he had looked like he wanted to argue at first.

“Why do you sound so surprised?” Dagon asked as he stood, crossing the room to pull Taylor into his arms. “I think it is a wonderful idea.”

“You do?”

Dagon tilted Taylor’s head back, kissing him softly on the lips.

“Anyone willing to help another out, a stranger at that, has my respect and approval.”

Taylor knew he didn’t need Dagon’s approval, but it helped knowing his mate was behind him all the way. “You think Maverick will do it? Build a shelter?”

“I think he would do anything for this community. I know he hates abuse. I can’t think of any reason why he wouldn’t be onboard with this idea.” Dagon began to kiss down Taylor’s neck. “You’re sexy when you’re passionate for a cause.” Taylor groaned as his head fell back, his skin breaking out in goose bumps at Dagon’s touch. Taylor gripped the front of Dagon’s shirt, pushing it up past his head as he latched onto one of Dagon’s nipples, sucking it into his mouth as he moaned.

“Damn, baby.” Dagon cupped the back of Taylor’s head, his fingers gliding through Taylor’s hair. “That feels good.” Taylor nipped the brown disc before making his way to the other one. His hands spanned out over Dagon’s skin, feeling the tight muscles of his abdomen as he unsnapped Dagon’s jeans.

“Fuck, any more causes you want to join?” Dagon asked as he pushed the waistband of his jeans down, exposing his hardened cock.

He began to stroke his shaft as Taylor kissed, licked, and sucked his way down Dagon’s torso.

Taylor chuckled at his mate’s words. “I think one is enough.”

“Just don’t stop.”

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Taylor didn’t plan on it. He dropped to his knees and licked the pre-cum dripping from Dagon’s cock. His mate continued to stroke himself as Taylor licked and sucked, indulging in the erotic taste of Dagon’s body. His mate grabbed his hair as he fed Taylor his cock. It was wicked and alluring having Dagon masturbate into his mouth.

Taylor opened wide, his tongue flicking out to catch the clear liquid as it ran down the side of Dagon’s hand. “
Me estás volviendo
loco
.” Dagon groaned.

“Mmm, that sounds kinky. What did you say?” Taylor asked as he sucked the head of Dagon’s cock between his lips.

“You are driving me crazy.”

That was Taylor’s goal. He wanted his mate unglued, pleading with Taylor to let Dagon fuck him. Taylor pulled back, smiling up at Dagon as he flicked his tongue out once again.

“You little devil.” Dagon grabbed Taylor by his arms, flipping him on the bed in a lust-filled craze as he yanked Taylor’s jeans down to his knees. “I will teach you to tease me,
cachorro
.” Taylor laughed and then moaned as Dagon lubed him up and then sank in deep. His legs were caught in his jeans, impeding his need to pull his legs up under him. Dagon lifted his hips, driving deep as he fucked Taylor into the mattress.

“Fuck me harder, Dagon,” Taylor shouted.

“O h, a potty mouth. I like it.” He growled as he fucked Taylor faster, slammed into his ass harder. “Say it again,
cachorro
.”

“Fuck me hard, deep, and fast. Make me feel your cock.” Dagon chuckled as he dug his fingers deeper into Taylor’s sides, giving him what he was begging for. Taylor clawed at the sheets, his brain becoming unhinged as Dagon’s powerful strokes took him to another world.

His legs pressed against his jeans, yearning to get free so he could climb all the way onto the bed. He kicked, trying his best to get the fabric to give and release his legs. He was tangled in them, with no way out.

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Taylor stopped struggling as Dagon’s cock worked his ass like magic. Never in a million years would he have thought that a man fucking him would feel so good. Taylor was thankful he hadn’t fought it so hard, had finally given in to his cravings and allowed Dagon to claim him.

His ass hitched higher as Dagon pounded his ass, hitting Taylor’s sweet spot repeatedly. His eyes rolled back and his cock throbbed as Dagon laid it on him.

Taylor reached between his body and the bed, grabbing his cock and squeezing it hard, thrilling at the instant electricity that shot through him.

He cried out when Dagon pulled out of his ass and flipped him over. His mate continued to stroke himself at a fast pace, gripping Taylor’s hair with his free hand. He knew what his mate wanted, so Taylor opened wide.

“O h fuck,” Dagon shouted as ropes of seed shot out of his cock and painted Taylor’s face. He licked as much as his tongue could reach before Dagon pulled Taylor up and tossed him on the bed, taking Taylor’s cock down his throat.

Taylor squirmed and shouted as Dagon sucked his cock like a madman. Taylor grabbed Dagon’s hair, pulling it in a tight grip as his balls drew up to his body and electricity shot up his spine.

“O h god,” Taylor shouted as he felt his body explode. He fucked Dagon’s mouth until he thought his hips would lock into place.

Dagon pulled back, smiling up at Taylor as he licked his cock clean. “Are you sure there aren’t any more causes you wish to take up?”

Hell, he’d join every last one if Dagon fucked him like that every time.

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Chapter Nine

Maverick leaned back against the picnic table, his elbows stretched out behind him and resting on the table. His ankles crossed as he studied Taylor. “A shelter, huh.” Taylor sat next to him worrying his hands. If the Alpha didn’t agree, all his hopes would fall at his feet.

“Who would run it?” Maverick asked as he pulled on his soul patch.

“Thomas said he would love to.” Taylor knew he should have talked to Maverick first, but he had to make sure his ends were tied up before coming to the Alpha.

“So you’ve talked to him already?”

Taylor gulped and nodded. He knew Maverick to be a fair Alpha who was totally against abuse, but the wolf intimidated the shit out of him. “Yes, sir.”

Maverick nodded, falling silent once again. Taylor’s gut knotted as he waited for some kind of yes or no. Why was that so difficult to say? The Alpha had him sitting here sweating bullets as he apprehensively waited.

“Does this have anything to do with a slim, black-haired man?” Taylor’s mouth hung open as he stared at Maverick. “How did you know?”

Maverick’s chuckle was a deep timbre as he shook his head. “I have my Jedi ways.”

The dude was creepy as hell. “His name is Steven. I saw him in the restroom of the restaurant we stopped to eat at. I felt helpless when I saw the bruise on the side of his face and there wasn’t a thing I
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could do about it,” Taylor confessed as he played with the hem of his blue cotton shirt.

Maverick leaned forward, placing his arms on his thighs as he looked over the backyard. There was Melonee’s swing set. Although she was a preteen now, she still swung on it. There was a garden that he knew Murphy liked to mess around in. And the picnic tables were still set up.

“I see it sometimes, when I go into town. I’ve been here a long time and have witnessed a man staring angrily at his wife or a child with fear in their eyes. It’s sickening. I feel powerless when I see bruises on a young man’s face or a wife or girlfriend cringing when her man speaks to her. I want to take the abuser behind the police station and teach him what it’s like to feel helpless and cornered.” Taylor was amazed that someone like Maverick could feel helpless. He was tall, strong, and intimidating. He didn’t look like someone who would stand for any of that stuff.

The Alpha nodded, looking over at Taylor. “I think it’s a great idea. I also think it should be one of the first things built.” Maverick sat back and place his elbows on the table behind him again. A wide smile spread across his face. “I can also see a few warriors volunteering to help out, you know, keep the abusers away.”

“I’ve done research on other shelters as well. We could offer financial counseling. Nero could help with that. We could also offer free haircuts for the kids. Heaven could help with that. We could even offer payment plans for car repairs. I don’t think Mark would object to that service.”

Maverick’s face grew serious as he stared at Taylor. He snapped his fingers and then pointed at Taylor. “You’ve given this a lot of thought, I see. I like the compassion you have shown. I think I’ll call it the Tate Resource Center. How does that sound?” Taylor was floored. “I’m not looking for recognition from this. I only want to help those who are looking for someone to help pull them out of any mess they’re in.”

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Maverick stood, a smile tugging at the side of his mouth. “That’s why it’s going to carry that name.” He turned and walked away, leaving Taylor staring at his back in utter astonishment.

* * * *

Taylor walked across the street after leaving Murphy’s Bookstore, watching the construction of the shelter. He was amazed at how quickly Maverick had implemented his idea and got it started.

The building was nearing completion, and Taylor felt an excitement run through him as he watched the workers build his dream. After only two months he was watching his idea being born.

Right next door the Santiago brothers were having their bike shop built. Taylor hadn’t argued with his mate when he said he wanted to be close to Taylor in case there was any trouble. In fact, it made him feel safer knowing his mate and his brothers would be one door down.

“It’s coming along nicely,” Dagon commented as they stepped up on the curb. Taylor agreed. It was more than he had dared to dream.

Maverick had sleeping quarters built in the back, for those running from whomever. He had told the warriors that one wolf would be on patrol as long as the shelter housed a victim.

Curious passersby stopped to watch, chatting with each other and wondering what was being built. They weren’t announcing it.

Referrals would come through from the rec center, and then those who needed shelter would be privately taken to the shelter. It would defeat the purpose if everyone knew where to find the abused.

They were going to let everyone know that community services were being offered, but the uglier side of things would be kept a secret. Taylor hoped it worked out that way. He wasn’t too sure how much abuse went on in this county, and he prayed the beds didn’t fill up. That would mean they had a bigger problem than anyone had suspected.

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Taylor walked over to the bike shop, watching Dagon’s eyes light up as the roof was being laid today. Tryck was already there, snapping at the workers about how he wanted things done.

Dagon chuckled. “He’s been bossy since we were cubs. I don’t think he has it in him to just stand by and watch.” Taylor laughed with Dagon as his cell phone rang. The number that displayed wasn’t familiar to him. “Hello?”

“T–Taylor?”

The voice sounded familiar, but Taylor couldn’t put his finger on it. “Who is this?”

“Steven.”

Alarm bells went off in Taylor’s head. He walked across the street to get away from the construction noise. “Hi, Steven.”

“You remember me?” He sounded surprised and a bit relieved.

“O f course I do. Is there something I can help you with?” Taylor walked a little further down, wanting to give Steven uninterrupted attention. Dagon followed closely by his side, his brows pulled together as he walked next to Taylor.

“I’m—I’m not sure why I called. You said to call if I wanted to talk.” The voice was shaky on the other end. Taylor could hear the fear that was pouring over the phone.

He pointed to a bench on the side of the diner, Dagon taking a seat as Taylor sat down next to him. “I’m listening, Steven.” He could see Dagon bristle, but Taylor scrunched his face up and pointed at the shelter. Dagon’s eyes grew wide as he nodded, understanding what Taylor was referring to.

“It happened again,” Steven whispered.

“What happened, Steven? Were you hit again?” Dagon stood and walked away, Taylor ignoring him as he strained to listen. “Steven?”

“Yes.” A small whisper sounded over the phone.

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Taylor closed his eyes, his heart going out to the small man. “I can help you. Just tell me where you’re at, and I’ll come get you. I have somewhere safe you can go.”

“I–I’m scared.”

“I know. But if you tell me where you are at, I can get you out of there.” Taylor spoke softly to Steven, trying his best to sound convincing. He had to, or Steven wouldn’t tell him squat.

“Y–you’ll help me?”

“Yes. I’ll give you shelter and a new life if that’s what you are looking for. We can talk about it when I pick you up. Will you tell me where you are?” Taylor held his breath as he waited for Steven to reply.

“Okay.”

Taylor ran into the diner, snatching a pen from the waiter, Tangee’s hand. He grabbed the order pad, cradling his phone between his ear and shoulder as he jotted down the address. “Is this the number I can reach you at?” He nodded his thanks to Tangee as he handed the pad and pen back to the mate and then took off back outside.

Just then Dagon pulled up in a SUV with Tryck and Law in the backseat. “I’m on my way. I should be there in less than thirty minutes. Don’t leave unless you feel your life is in danger.”