Page 12 of Unsanctioned (Devilish #2)

Audor watched a black wolf prowl the woods from his spot in the trees.

He knew damn well Waylon had his scent and knew where he hid.

Still, he played along. The light of the full moon shimmered across Waylon’s gorgeous fur.

Audor was incredibly in love with his mate.

He had been since long before they had been given the blessing of each other.

Waylon was huge and strong, but he was also patient and kind.

The people adored him for the love he showed them.

Despite Yuri’s attempt to undermine him, in a single day, everyone had immediately been on team Audor.

They had accepted Audor and treated him with the same respect and kindness they showed Waylon.

Just as it had been for Frost, Audor’s willingness to always take part in these full moon runs helped smooth the way into acceptance and make friends.

From day one, Audor had done his best to integrate himself into the community.

From the first full moon run, he had known this would always be his home. He had known Waylon was special.

Amber eyes turned up his way. Do you plan to hide all night? I want my mate.

With ease, Audor leapt from the branch where he sat and landed lightly on his feet at Waylon’s side. He ran his fingers through Waylon’s thick fur. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

Howls filled the air.

Waylon turned his head and sniffed the air, as if checking on his pack before giving Audor his attention again. He pressed his massive weight against Audor, nuzzling him. You smell like my dreams come true.

Waylon didn’t need to explain. Scent meant a lot to wolves. As Waylon’s mate, Audor’s scent would be special and unique to Waylon.

Audor sat on a patch of thick grass and kissed Waylon’s snout.

Waylon used his weight against Audor, knocking him onto his back.

Audor couldn’t stop smiling as Waylon settled in close and draped half his body across Audor. He ran his fingers through Waylon’s fur as he stared at the moon. The sounds of animals plowing through the woods and taunting their mates was like a strange sort of music.

I caught you.

A bark of laughter burst from Audor at Waylon’s claim. “Yeah, you did, sexy hunter. You’re a master of the chase.”

Amber eyes turned his way. Are you teasing me?

“I would never.”

Waylon shuffled higher until he was crushing Audor with his massive weight. He nosed at Audor’s neck and licked.

A shaky breath escaped Audor. “Now who’s the tease?”

A rustle came from the nearby brush. Waylon immediately went on defense. He crouched over Audor, staring at the tree line. A low growl vibrated from the back of his throat. A large red wolf eased his way out, crawling on his stomach and obviously showing he meant no harm.

Waylon turned human.

The red wolf did too. It was Yuri. He looked like hell. His eyes were red-rimmed. He looked much younger than Audor expected. In his rage, he had seemed older and more jaded. Audor realized now he was more likely the Were equivalent of a teenager.

“You okay?”

Audor forced himself not to smile. He knew the kid wouldn’t appreciate the gesture and Audor wasn’t laughing at him. He was just so damn proud of his mate. Every day, he proved why he deserved his position. He had a strength in kindness that was undervalued in their world.

Yuri looked defeated. He didn’t meet anyone’s gaze. “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

Waylon’s mind was a mess of sympathy and fatherly love. He hadn’t wanted Yuri to run away to begin with. Dealing with youthful rage was a minefield. “I know what happened to your family. No doubt this is a hard transition for you.”

What happened to his family?

His father was northeast alpha. The pack tore him and his mate to pieces before banishing Yuri. He’s very young.

Waylon kept talking to Yuri, hiding their private conversation. “But this is a peaceful town. We want you here, but we also want to keep the amazing sense of community we’ve built.”

The moment Waylon said he wanted Yuri, Yuri’s gaze moved to hold Waylon’s stare and didn’t budge.

Waylon kept going. “I know you’re not your father and you deserve the same respect, affection, and opportunity as every other Were in this town, but you have to give the same courtesy to everyone else. Do you think you can do that?”

What did his father do?

He claimed first rights with the children.

Audor flinched. That was an old rite that had died centuries ago. The alpha got the first shot at each Were in their pack before they mated with anyone else. It was supposedly about keeping the bloodline strong. Truthfully, it was just the sick mind of a sick leader.

Yuri swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

Waylon kept his voice kind but firm. “Do you swear fealty to me and promise to do no harm?”

“Yes, sir.”

Goddess, he sounded so young and vulnerable.

Waylon gave him a sharp nod. “Okay. The pack will know, and they are the most accepting animals in the world. Go enjoy the run. It sounds like everyone is still having fun. I know they’ll be happy to have you.”

In an instant, Yuri was a wolf again. He was off like a rocket, leaving them alone.

Audor swiped his fingers through Waylon’s hair. He couldn’t be prouder of his other half. “You’re a good man. I’m lucky to have you.”

Sad eyes turned Audor’s way. “I hope he doesn’t make me regret it. And I’m the lucky one here.” Waylon lowered his head and swiped his lips across Audor’s. “Where were we?”

Leaves shook again, interrupting them.

Frost ran past them, laughing.

A snow leopard was playfully on his heels, very obviously holding back his speed.

Waylon chuckled and stole another kiss. “No one can say Frost doesn’t fit in here.”

“For several reasons,” Audor agreed. He couldn’t stop running his fingers through Waylon’s soft hair. It felt exactly like his fur. Audor was unhealthily attached to touching him.

“I think it’s inevitable we’ll have an audience tonight unless you want to call it a night.”

Audor might have been ashamed of how hot the idea made him if he didn't know Waylon was the same. “Mhmm. An audience. A bit of exhibition? I’m in.”

Waylon laughed just as Audor hoped. He claimed Audor’s mouth, and the mood instantly changed. Things went from playful to serious in a flash. Waylon would be inside him soon, pulling all the cries and moans from him. This was the greatest life.

It hadn’t been that many moons since Waylon thought he would never have this with Audor. He had loved him and lived in fear of that feeling. Now he had this perfect life, and he still lived in fear. If he lost Audor, he would lose himself.

“You can’t lose me.” Audor swiped his hand over the curve of Waylon’s ass. “You’re supposed to be focused on me right now instead of having these bleak thoughts.” He squeezed Waylon’s ass. “I demand my mate’s attention.”

Waylon felt how huge his smile had grown. He popped the button on Audor’s jeans. “Attention, huh? Sounds like you need to be groomed.”

Audor groaned.

Waylon saw in Audor’s mind that he understood.

Waylon intended to lick every inch of Audor until he begged for mercy.

He pushed Audor’s shirt up and started with his right nipple before tonguing his way to the left.

The way Audor’s breath stuttered made the wolf’s pride grow.

His mate was well taken care of. As he licked his way down Audor’s stomach, he realized his mistake.

He felt everything Audor did. Audor’s desperation was his.

Waylon had Audor’s cock in his mouth way sooner than he planned.

All thoughts of torture fled. He gave his everything.

It was as if he sucked his own dick, which—as a wolf—he could do.

A groan escaped Audor. “Fuck, Waylon. You’re killing me.

The images in your head are hot as hell.

I want to watch you bobbing on your own cock.

” He tugged Waylon’s hair. His hips lifted.

Audor abused his throat, and Waylon loved every second.

The pressure climbed his erection as it did the same for Audor.

The closer he got, the faster and harder he sucked.

By the time he thought he might lose his mind, Waylon was ready to scream.

Then the pounding pressure exploded into waves of bliss.

He kept going until he licked away every drop.

Then he kissed a path back up Audor’s body.

“Goddamn. That was hot. Too quick for my liking, but it still got me hard.”

At the sound of Stone’s voice, Waylon buried his face against Audor’s throat.

He shook with laughter. Waylon had known Stone was there, just out of sight.

But Waylon had also felt Audor’s satisfaction at knowing Stone watched.

It was less about exhibitionism and voyeurism and more about Audor wanting Stone to fully see Waylon belonged to him.

There would be no competition. Waylon was Audor’s heart, body, mind, and soul.

In fact, they shared the same soul now. They were unbreakable.

Keep an eye out for the next Devilish, Undesirable .