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He leaned in closer to Isaac. “So what about you and Chantay? Do you plan on starting a family?”

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It seemed that, like Winter, Chantay would, in theory, be able to conceive. However, Isaac was reluctant to take the step now, especially since Tyrell Hall was still on the loose. “Yes,” he answered. “But first, we have to deal with the warlock. I don’t want any danger to loom over my family.”

“Quite understandable,” Winter replied. “I know I would like to help, but Lamont takes precedence.”

“Just take care of the little champ. We’ll be fine,” Isaac said. “I promise.”

Winter nodded and thanked Isaac. After a small hesitation, he crossed the space between them and embraced Isaac. “I don’t know when we’ll see each other again. You take care of yourself, too, okay?”

“Sure,” Isaac replied, touched. Given what had nearly happened a couple of months ago, Isaac was struck by Winter’s ability to forgive and forget.

After that good-bye, Winter took his leave. Isaac expected Corbin to come by as well any moment now. He resumed looking over the file, idly wondering what to do about it. He would need to go to Tokyo, but that would mean surrendering the rest of the operation into someone else’s hands. There were plenty of qualified people who could be temporarily in charge of his tasks, though. Isaac just needed to figure out who to bring along on this trip. He needed to plan well and choose his allies accordingly. He would not run into this unprepared and make the same mistake twice. He had no idea how he’d coax Chantay to stay home, and it was another issue he’d have to approach soon.

Due to Tyrell’s deeds, Isaac’s pack was furious with the warlock.

They’d all demanded retribution, for the evil man-child to be punished for hurting their people. But Isaac could only enlist the assistance of those who did not feel disgusted by his change. Isaac still had friends of course, but he was loathe to risk the lives of those who had families and mates. However, there was one particular
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person who came to mind, one he knew ached for revenge against Tyrell.

Just as he considered making that call, he sensed the sweet presence of his mate closing in. With a smile, Isaac temporarily discarded his concerns and went to greet his other half. His heart started beating faster as Chantay entered his office.

“I hear Prince Winter’s leaving,” the half fae said without preamble. “They’re already making preparations.”

Isaac pecked Chantay’s lips and nodded. “It’s probably best for them to go. There’s too much agitation here for it to be good for Lamont.” He caressed Chantay’s cheek gently. “I really wish we could do the same thing.”

“I know.” Chantay beamed at him. “I understand why we can’t, and really, it’s fine. I’m happy as long I’m with you.”

“What have I done to deserve you?” Isaac murmured to himself. It was more a rhetorical question than a genuine dilemma, as Isaac had long ago assigned the answer to that question as one of those miracles that only happened to particularly blessed individuals. Perhaps fate had decided Isaac had drawn the short straw too many times and gave Chantay to him as a reward. Either way, Isaac couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to give Chantay the life the half fae needed, maybe even a child later on. If only Isaac could get rid of the shadows that still stalked them. If only he could offer Chantay the family he deserved.

“Don’t worry about that now,” Chantay replied, obviously hearing the thought. “You’re all I need.”

In Chantay’s eyes, Isaac saw the truth of that statement and more.

He sensed Chantay’s need for him, and found an answering one within him. He knew he should be dealing with his quest for backup in Tokyo, but all of a sudden, the most important thing he could come up with was having Chantay in his arms.

They’d been so very close to losing their bond. Sometimes, Isaac still wondered why Chantay had forgiven him for his weakness. But
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on other occasions, like now, the knowledge of what they had and how precious it was for both of them made it impossible for Isaac to focus on anything else except claiming his mate.

The glow of lust flashed in Chantay’s eyes, and their bond was assaulted by Chantay’s incubus powers and his desire for Isaac. Isaac could not contain himself. Releasing a low growl, he pulled his mate close and crushed their lips together.

Chantay moaned, the sweet cry swallowed into their kiss. He granted Isaac entrance, and Isaac greedily took the invitation, sweeping his tongue inside Chantay’s mouth. He never could get enough of Chantay’s taste. His mate was his drug, and the more he took, the more he needed. Now was no different. The kiss started as a passionate duel but grew even more volcanic with each second that passed. Isaac held onto it until the need to breathe urged him to break away from his beautiful lover. As he tore his mouth away from Chantay, Isaac felt the heat inside him grow to unbearable proportions. He needed skin, and he needed it now.

Chantay seemed to agree with him. The half fae’s hands greedily worked at Isaac’s clothing, trying to remove his sweater, reaching down to unzip his trousers. Sadly, the proximity of their bodies and their frantic need for each other made it a little hard to maneuver, so Isaac knew he needed to take control of the situation.

Catching Chantay’s arms, Isaac pushed the younger man back against the wall. He pinned his mate in place using his larger form and held Chantay’s hands immobilized above his head. Nibbling on Chantay’s ear, he used his free hand to slowly unbutton Chantay’s shirt.

Everything inside him screamed to just rip the constraining material off, but a distant part of him acknowledged that they weren’t in the most private place possible, and they’d need the clothing to leave the office later.

Thankfully, it was not the first time they’d unleashed their shared passion while in Isaac’s office. As always, Chantay surrendered to
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Isaac’s ministrations, whimpering as he desperately rubbed against Isaac’s body. The feel of Chantay’s hard cock against Isaac’s thigh made Isaac yearn to kneel at his mate’s feet and lavish that hard prick with his tongue. In fact, Isaac wanted to explore every inch of Chantay’s creamy skin, starting with his pert little nipples.

With that in mind, Isaac briefly freed Chantay’s arms and discarded the half fae’s shirt on the floor. With his hands no longer immobilized, Chantay finally managed to return the favor, and Isaac’s sweater was the next to go. But being bare chested was hardly enough, and Isaac didn’t delay in unbuttoning Chantay’s slacks. As the elegant pants pooled to the floor, Isaac realized his mate had gone commando.

“What can I say?” Chantay panted out. “I had high hopes.”

Isaac helped his mate toe off his shoes, then flipped the younger man against the wall, already anticipating what he would see there.

Chantay pushed his ass out, wiggling it invitingly and presenting Isaac with his already slicked up and stretched hole.

Sneaky little minx.
“I wonder how you kept this from me,” Isaac said as he rubbed a digit over Chantay’s anus. No wonder he’d been somewhat distracted today. How could he not be when his mate had obviously been readying himself for their coupling?

“I have my...oh please…my ways,” Chantay answered, his coherence more than affected when Isaac wiggled a finger inside him.

“Please, Isaac. Just fuck me.”

Isaac had every intention of doing just that. His cock throbbed, demanding to be let in on the action, aching for the sanctuary of Chantay’s body. But Isaac held back, ignoring the nearly painful dig of his zipper into his swollen prick. He pressed his lips to Chantay’s nape, inhaling the scent of the half fae’s hair, sweat, and desire. He wished he could bottle it and bathe in it for all time. It was the most potent aphrodisiac in existence, and it guided Isaac’s actions and his own wants.

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He finger-fucked his mate with almost ruthless intensity, adding another digit, then a third one, when Chantay demanded more.

Chantay’s body opened up to him like a flower taking in the sun’s rays, his channel tight and hot, squeezing Isaac’s fingers in an ironlike vise. And when Isaac found his mate’s special spot, Chantay released a desperate, garbled cry, “Isaac, please! Inside me.”

There was so much need in Chantay that it nearly overwhelmed Isaac. But Isaac had just as much love and desire to give, and because of that, they were soul mates. And for the same reason, Isaac knew he couldn’t torture both of them for much longer. He removed his fingers from Chantay’s ass and rushed to unzip his pants.

His cock sprang out eagerly, already leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. His animal side roared out of him, both wolf and ram demanding Chantay’s claiming. In one smooth thrust, Isaac pushed inside his mate, embedding his prick into Chantay’s ass.

They both groaned at the same time, the feeling of coming together at last as unbelievable as it had always been. Isaac clutched his mate’s hips and briefly pulled out of Chantay before pushing back in. The heat and the almost-excruciating tightness were amazing.

Chantay moved with him, pushing back against Isaac’s prick, his cries escalating as the pleasure grew in intensity.

“Yes,” Chantay shouted. “Oh, Isaac, yes!”

Isaac allowed his instincts to run free, unafraid to be himself when his mate was with him. Their hearts beat at the same rhythm and their bodies seemed to become one as they joined in the sensual dance of their lovemaking. Over and over, Isaac took his lover, chasing their shared pleasure and the climax he knew would bring them total fulfillment.

A sudden impulse urged him to grab his mate and turn him around, bringing them face-to-face once again. Chantay’s eyes were one of the many things Isaac loved about the half Sidhe. He wanted to gaze into them and see into Chantay’s very soul as they coupled. He
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wanted to kiss those full, plump lips and fuck Chantay’s mouth with his tongue just as his cock took the half Sidhe’s ass.

Once again, Isaac pressed their mouths together, lifting Chantay in his arms as he did so. The half fae wrapped his legs around Isaac’s waist, meeting Isaac’s every thrust, panting, gasping, and writhing, his heat burning Isaac from the inside out. There was just too much pleasure, and Isaac thought that any moment now, his mind would short-circuit or his heart would stop. Surely, no living being could withstand the onslaught of such ecstasy.

And still, his beasts demanded more, and Isaac broke the kiss as his canines descended. Without one moment of hesitation, he sank his fangs into his mate’s neck.

In one single instant of brilliance, his world turned to nirvana and his mind was in complete synch with that of his mate. Their souls and minds were one and their climaxes simultaneous. Just as Isaac flooded his mate’s passage with his seed, wet heat splashed between them, signaling Chantay had found his peak as well.

Their bond glowed, almost overflowing with pleasure, so much so that Isaac was surprised he didn’t collapse under its crushing weight.

Instead, he held onto his mate, the sweet taste of Chantay’s blood a nectar for his senses.

Soon, though, he released his grip on his mate’s neck, not wanting to hurt the half fae in any way. Even if Chantay regenerated very quickly, Isaac preferred to err on the side of caution. Instants later, his cock slid out of Chantay’s body, and both Isaac and his mate crumpled to the floor, exhausted and spent.

For a few minutes, they just lay there, enjoying the pleasure still buzzing through their bodies. When at last the haze of the afterglow began to dim, Isaac got up with a sigh. He grimaced as he realized that in his haste to get inside his mate, he hadn’t even fully undressed.

Thankfully, his pants had been miraculously spared of any embarrassing stains, but he still smelled like sex and his belly remained painted with Chantay’s seed.

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Isaac made his way to the adjoining bathroom and ran the water in the sink. He quickly wiped down, then returned to the office with a wet towel in his grip. Gently, he cleaned his mate up, eliminating the traces of their coupling.

After they were at last clean, they started pulling their clothes back on. Isaac watched Chantay button up his shirt and considered his chances of slipping away unnoticed to their bedroom. Truly, he could not get enough of his mate, no matter how many times they made love.

Chantay grinned at him, obviously catching onto the thought. Just as Isaac leaned over to steal another kiss, his phone rang. Isaac wondered if he could get away with ignoring it, as taking his mate to their room for a continuation of their quickie sounded like a far better idea. But alas, the caller was insisting, so Isaac decided to take it and dispatch whoever it was as soon as possible.

To his surprise, the person at the other end turned out to be Reed.

“Hi,” the swan-shifter said. “I just wanted to check with you and ask if there’s been any news regarding Tyrell.”

Reed was one of the few people from the pack Isaac still kept contact with. The swan had been very affected by the near death of the members of the expedition. According to Chantay, Reed’s mate must have been among them, although Isaac still didn’t know who it was. And while many people considered Reed unreliable and impulsive, Isaac knew better. He trusted Reed, and he had discussed the Tyrell Hall problem with him in the past. In fact, he had considered contacting Reed himself just earlier.

“Actually, yes,” he replied. “We’ve just received a report from the vampires regarding him. I’m planning on going hunting soon, and I’ll be taking a select group with me.” Isaac hesitated briefly, wondering if he was doing the right thing with this. Reed needed revenge, yes, but perhaps he needed closure with his mysterious mate more. Isaac didn’t want hatred to get in the way of love, not anymore. “I’ll keep you posted to my progress,” he finally added.