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Disclaimer: all copyrights of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter novels belong to Laurell K. Hamilton and Jove Books published by the Penguin Group. I receive no profit from my writing of fan fiction and do so only for enjoyment.

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Dark Wolf Wanting
Chapter 9

Jamil remembered hearing the saying that a person often looked innocent while they slept. He snorted scornfully, as he gave his head a shake, and felt his long braids sliding over his bare, muscled chest. That could never be claimed of the pale form sprawled in sensual wantonness among the scarlet sheets in front of him. He restlessly shifted his position at the foot of the enormous bed and admired the contrast between the vampire’s almost luminescent skin, his flowing ebony hair and the richly colored bed linens. One arm of the recumbent male was thrown casually over his head, while the other hand rested gracefully on the motionless, concave abdomen. Jamil itched to nuzzle the downy nest of pure black hair guarding the revealed shallow hollow.

The softly draped silk sheet barely covered Jean-Claude’s slim hip and groin; another dark nest of hair peeked teasingly from under the edge of it. As if the silk sheet didn’t accent the displayed perfection enough, the wispy, soft looking treasure trail that disappeared under the covering leading the gaze to the hidden ebony patch was more added temptation. The dark wolf idly wondered if the master vampire deliberately posed before the sun rose to ensure the optimal sensual effect on any potential viewers during his slumber. If that was his goal, Jamil admitted silently, staring at the artfully displayed body before him, Jean-Claude was immensely successful.

Jason padded in from the adjoining bathroom and Jamil noticed the sound of running water now in the background. It blended well with the smoky jazz that had started a few moments ago on its own; Jean-Claude obviously had the music set on a timer, he thought, as the husky notes filled the room. Jamil remembered Jason’s remark during the short walk to the Master of the City’s chambers when he had asked him why he wanted to attend the vampire before he rose. Jason had explained how the master vampire had once admitted to him that he hated to awake alone. The alpha wolf really couldn’t blame or fault the other male’s preference, but his inner beast stirred restlessly as he watched his shirtless lover slide under the sheet and cuddled close to the still form. A narrowed-eyed, bright blue, warning gaze shot his way in response to the low growl that had issued unbidden from his tight throat.

Thankfully, Jean-Claude stirred, and saved Jamil from having to get defensive about his jealous reaction. The awakening vampire’s midnight sapphire blue eyes first flicked briefly in his direction, before settling to focus on Jason. His throat tightened as the vampire smiled down at his mate.

“Mon loup, it is good to see you so well upon this rising. You suffered no lasting ill effects from your encounter with Richard?”

Jamil was surprised at the genuine concern apparent in the smooth tone and was glad to note that the vampire’s first question voiced concern for Jason and not the ‘what are you two doing here’ query that most dominants would have uttered. He wasn’t thrilled, though, to see his mate snuggle even closer to the vampire now that he was awake and he had to steel himself not to react when the pale arm casually dropped so that long, elegant fingers could tousle the short blonde hair with obvious affection. The alpha wolf in him was pleased to note that both pairs of differently shaded blue eyes were watching him carefully. If Jean-Claude had any doubts that that he had claimed the smaller Were as his own, only one inhale was needed. Even though they had showered, both he and Jason smelled heavily of sex, semen and each other. Jamil’s inner beast settled, satisfied at this realization that his mate was truly marked with his scent.

He continued to watch his mate interact so naturally and comfortably with the master vampire. He had not expected this unmistakable friendship between them. After Jason reassured Jean-Claude of his recovery, the vampire asked next of Nathaniel and how the young leopard was handling the aftermath of channeling and sating Anita’s ardeur. Jason had spoken briefly to the other male on the phone before the wolves had left his room and the blonde could pass that information on to the vampire as well. That led the conversation to the topic of Jason, as Jean-Claude’s pomme, possibly fulfilling the same function for the vampire. That caused Jean-Claude stop to consider, a moue settling on those sculptured lips as the caressing fingers continued to absently stroke Jason’s hair. Jamil wasn’t sure if he wanted to snap those possessive fingers or nip at the pursed lips more.

His distracted thoughts were brought back to the conversation at hand when the vampire concluded that that possibility would need further investigation, but at Jamil’s narrowed dark glare, Jean-Claude did add it was something they could focus on later, when he was sure that the young werewolf was fully recovered. The vampire went on to reveal that, though he felt he shared a very strong bond with Jason, stronger even than that he had learned from others of his kind who had told him of their experiences, he himself had not had a previous pomme de sang before the young wolf and thus his own experience was slim in this regard. In Belle’s court and later with Nikolaos, a treasured pomme could too easily be used as a pawn against him. Just a preferred donor or bedmate had sometimes suffered a bad fate because of his attention, Jean-Claude admitted, fleeting sadness shadowing his handsome face.

When Jason related to him some of the affects that they had experienced over the past day, he did show surprise that Jason had appeared to receive the overflow of the effects of the unfulfilled ardeur through their connection. The master vampire had believed his shields to be adequate for blocking seepage to another, even someone whom he shared a deep bond with such as between himself and Jason, they were informed. Then, after a very brief pause, Jean-Claude also admitted that channeling, controlling and sharing Anita’s ardeur had been a challenging task especially when daylight claimed him. Jamil noticed with peaked interest the small blonde squirmed slightly before mentioning, in a hasty, too-casual tone of voice that some psychic ability ran in his family. Though, he was quick to add, that he had never shown signs of possessing any talent in that regard, nor had the other numerous members of his family. It had just appeared in his older sibling, Taylor, and the twins. The older wolf made a mental note to ask his young lover just how big the Schuyler family was while trying hard to block out memories of his own missed little brother and sister.

Seeing Jason’s discomfort in revealing this information to him, Jean-Claude did not press the issue and ask more probing questions, though Jamil saw that the vampire had a considering look on his beautiful face as he gazed down at his pomme’s bowed head. Instead, Jean-Claude inquired finally, about the obvious.

“I am glad to see you, and you were right to want to discuss this with me, mon loup, but where is Stephen? I do need to feed.”

Jason’s bright blue eyes seemed to gleam as he raised his head and answered, “Stephen’s not feeding you tonight.” Anticipating Jean-Claude’s protest, one that had already began to be voiced before he had finished speaking, the blonde continued, “And neither am I.” Jason looked to Jamil.

Jamil knew he had the vampire’s full attention as the intense sapphire eyes swiftly fastened upon him. He allowed a small smile to curve his hard lips as he shifted his position slightly at the end of the bed. He gracefully rolled to his hands and knees, in one smooth motion, and began slowly crawling across the huge mattress. He purposely projected focused intensity as his body moved in a slow, sinuous, stalking manner towards the still, watching figure. The pale vampire hastily attempted to disguise his surprise at Jamil’s actions and both of them ignored Jason who was unsuccessfully trying to muffle his mirth. Jamil and Jean-Claude were both knowledgeable of facts that the young werewolf was totally unaware of. Facts, such as that Jamil was known to Jean-Claude’s kind as ‘Shadow’, and had been responsible many years ago for the largest vampire massacre in America; an entire Kiss had been destroyed in Baton Rouge. The eyes of the two males locked on one another.

Jamil had revealed the truth of his past to Jean-Claude the night before, while they spoke briefly in the hallway out side of Jason’s room and it appeared that the vampire was still trying to adjust to this information as Jamil drew closer. That previous evening seemed so long ago to the alpha wolf now. Jamil reflected briefly on the reasons he had finally admitted part of his past to the Master of the City. He knew, better than others in the pack because of his close proximity to his Ulfric, of Richard’s reluctance in strengthening the established triumvirate. He had seen the speculation and calculation in the beautiful blue gaze when the vampire had realized how powerful an alpha Jamil was when his beast touched the other male. His revelation ensured that the Master of the City would not completely trust him and would abandon any possible future manipulation in substituting one powerful wolf for another. Though he was not pleased with Richard at this moment, his loyalty was still strong to his Ulfric. It also served as an unspoken warning of retribution in case harm befell pack members Jamil was now close to. This new knowledge made him dangerous in Jean-Claude’s eyes, but he could see from the glitter in the sapphire depths that it excited the other male as well.

Jamil saw that Jason had noticed the tension between the other two males and had fallen uncharacteristically silent, worry and confusion on his intelligent face as his gaze swiftly switched back and forth between the two dominant males. He seemed to realize that there was much more than a mere dominance display playing out before him.

Jamil paused briefly at the slim feet of the motionless, reclining figure. They were easily within each other’s striking range and the large wolf decided to relent with his game and ease the tension. He quietly said, “You are important to my mate and my Ulfric, therefore, you are important to me.” It wasn’t so much a submission to the other as an acknowledgment of equality, of strength.

He saw Jean-Claude’s guarded tenseness drain away before he bent his head and gave a light lick to the pale arch of the nearest of the vampire’s splayed feet. He was pleased when a tiny, almost imperceptible tremble replaced the stillness as he followed up his first touch with a fleeting flick of his tongue to the finely boned ankle. Smiling slightly, he allowed his warm breath to slowly flow up and over the vampire’s muscled calf, dragging his long braids along the scarlet sheets. Another small wet caress on the side of Jean-Claude’s knee was next and then he moved on to the exposed hipbone where he left a soft nuzzling kiss. His muscled body bent over the still stunned vampire before his last lick tasted the cool skin between Jean-Claude’s scar and nipple. His inner beast noted that the other male smelled of their mate, no doubt due to their current close proximity and it now viewed the vampire with possessiveness rather than jealously. It also noted that the air smelled of Jason’s rising arousal as the younger wolf watched them from his intimate vantage point at Jean-Claude’s side. Jamil turned his head and flicked his tongue tip over the other werewolf’s distended nipple and a whimpering growl was the response he received.

Jean-Claude shifted slightly and Jamil’s wolf watchfully tracked the movement, though he remained perfectly still. From the corner of his eye, he saw the amber haze of his inner beast as it rose close to the surface of his skin and its essence briefly escaped the confines of his body to hover expectantly, the narrow blurred muzzle extending to gently sniff the alabaster skin. The vampire hissed in sudden surprise at the unexpected energy rush before falling silent again; very soon Jamil’s beast settled and sunk back under his skin, content for the moment. Both cobalt and sapphire blue eyes were wide with amazement, but Jamil was unsure if it was over his beast’s power or its unusual curiosity. With his own arousal beginning to stir deep within him, he really didn’t care to spend any of his time to analyze it further.

It suddenly occurred to the alpha werewolf that, for the amount of grumbling he had done with his new lover over the intimacy of his feeding Jean-Claude and the jealous worry that it was more of a sexual experience than his possessive nature would be able to handle, he was aroused enough, without the pale vampire doing anything, to start humping the slender muscular leg he was partly crouched over. He forced himself to casually settle back on his heels so he was no longer crouching over the hesitant vampire and causally announced that now that his beast was comfortable, would Jean-Claude care to begin. Jamil kept his expression bland and hoped the other males would think that all the licking, sniffing, and possible drooling was his wolf’s fault. He deliberately avoided Jason’s bright curious gaze as he waited.

“But of course, my surprise has made me rude.” Jean-Claude stirred in the bed.

The soft-spoken accented voice shivered along his spine. Long elegant fingers gestured to him and Jamil slowly turned until his back was to the other man. He waited patiently while Jean-Claude sat up and arranged the many pillows behind him so the vampire was reclining against the headboard. He felt the cool hands come to rest lightly on his hips. Following the subtle directions of the hands, Jamil scooted back until his back was snuggled flush against the vampire’s chest. He was already shirtless and the cool flesh pressing against his heated skin caused him to shiver.

Jason misinterpreted his reaction and leaned over to pat his knee comfortingly, a slight smile on his face as the young werewolf teased him gently. “A bit of nerves?” Jason smiled encouragingly. “I just realized, you must be a ‘bitee’ virgin. Don’t worry we’ll still respect you in the morning.”

Jamil went completely still at the innocently said comment as another night flashed into vivid reality from the deep depths of his buried memories. Of screams, pale faces twisted in fear and rage reflected in inhuman visages as ivory fangs snarled. Slashed and bit, and all the blood, so much blood, everywhere. He resisted and refused to let it overwhelm him.

“Oh, I’ve been bitten before, it just didn’t end well.” He could not keep the bitterness of his remembered thoughts from his voice, even though he tried to suppress the feelings.

Jason frowned, questions plainly visible in his gaze, though he remained silent in the face of his mate’s words. There was absolutely no discernable reaction from the vampire and he too remained still and silent. Jamil realized that, although he had gone unnaturally still at the recollection, it was nothing when compared to Jean-Claude’s absolute motionlessness. Jamil let out several long slow breaths and deliberately make his tense body relax. That, he reminded himself firmly, was another time and place and long ago. He casually flipped his head so his numerous braids slid over Jean-Claude’s chest before halting over one of his own shoulders, baring his neck to the vampire in silent offering. He stretched out his arms, one hand resting on Jason’s knee while the other splayed its fingers on the scarlet sheets. He let his fingertips caress the two smooth surfaces: that of his lover’s skin and the satin sheets, and recalled some of the meditation techniques Shang-Da had taught him. Jean-Claude’s legs, fully covered by the bedding, were positioned on either side of his hips and thighs and Jamil leaned back more fully against him, knowing the vampire could easily support his weight.

Jason had cuddled close again after they had arranged themselves comfortably and his hand continually stroked Jamil’s forearm. The younger werewolf began chattering, almost non-stop; discussing the pack, work and anything he could think of to ease the tense atmosphere in the room. Soon Jamil and Jean-Claude were joining Jason in the calming conversation and Jamil felt the vampire’s fingers began to play with his braids. Those cool hands moved to lightly trace his biceps and danced over the muscles in his shoulders. Jamil felt a wisp of a cool breath on his neck and knew Jean-Claude did it for his benefit, as the vampire didn’t need to breath.

“Can I roll you?” The soft question was whispered in his ear.

Jamil’s dark gaze switched to that of his mate and Jason nodded to him. He reminded himself that one of the reasons he had wanted to do this was so that he could experience firsthand what his new lover felt when he fed the vampire. It would mean a loss of control, but it was time to trust, if not Jean-Claude, then Jason, that no harm would come to him while the other watched carefully and protectively over him. And there was no doubt that the other wolf was watching everything, and enjoying it. Jason had fallen silent and Jamil noticed the now familiar signs of building arousal on the other man. The blue eyes seemed deeper, slumberous with desire, and a slight flush was creeping under the lightly tanned skin. The stimulating, though somehow comforting, scent of the younger werewolf’s desire slowly filled his lungs and calmed his spirit. Knowing that his mate was finding this encounter visually erotic pleased him and Jamil stretched and preened a tiny bit. When a warm wash of sensation flooded him, Jamil ceased caring how he appeared and could only concentrate on how he felt.

A dim, small part of his mind realized that he was being rolled and was wary, but the rest of him accepted it and was just amazed at how damn wonderful it was. He could understand how people would get hooked on this and trail after vamps like groupies to have this sensation repeated, over and over again. Shivering waves of intense pleasure danced over and through him and Jamil felt as if he was on fire, but at the same time surrounded by a comforting, safe glow that he could bask in forever. So caught up in the new feelings coursing through his body, he had barely felt the quick, piercing pain as Jean-Claude’s sharp fangs punctured his warm flesh. As the vampire fed, though, his beast stirred and decided not to play a passive role in this any longer. Rising from its resting spot deep inside Jamil, his inner wolf surfaced again and to his intense surprise, rushed free, escaping, metaphysically, the confining boundaries of his skin to enter the vampire instead. The steady rhythmic sucking on his neck was momentarily broken as Jean-Claude gave a soft gasp. The pale hands that had been petting and stroking soothingly now became more frantic and searched and touched his skin with hungry passion as the vampire writhed under him, the firm but slender body arching up to rub against him in need. With a bounding rush, Jamil’s beast returned and brought back with it the fierce heat of the vampire’s ardeur.

Jamil’s hand lost its fierce grip on Jason’s knee and he vaguely noted that the other man was moving, as he demandingly pressed back against Jean-Claude, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. The bright, hot flame of the ardeur raged through his body, leaving behind in its wake a hungry, aching want. His hands now gripped Jean-Claude’s slim muscled thighs where they bracketed his own, the thin sheet providing no barrier to him feeling the warmth of the other man, warmth he realized that was derived from him sharing his life’s precious blood. He startled when he felt his thin exercise pants being tugged down. Jamil realized distractedly that his eyes had been tightly clenched closed when he had to force them to slit open and look down. He only had a quick glimpse of fine blonde hair before they involuntarily snapped shut again, the sensation of his straining erection engulfed in wet heat was too intense for him to be able to concentrate on anything else.

An eager, agile tongue deftly stroked his cock, pausing randomly to tease the slit and lap any leaking pre-cum that ventured forth. The pulls on his neck had slowed, feeling more like slow, languid, silky caresses and each one felt as if they were connected directly to his balls. He felt a gentle bump against his elbow and reluctantly forced his eyes back open. He was immensely glad he had done so, as he was now able to notice Jason’s position. His mate hadn’t moved between his legs to begin his task, but rather had knelt over his and Jean-Claude’s thighs to reach the sought after prize, which meant that Jason’s sweet hips were still near his side, within easy reach for Jamil. He hungrily plucked at the drawstring until it was loose and then slid Jason’s baggy sweatpants down. He was rewarded with swiftly spreading thighs as a throaty moan vibrated around his engulfed cock. The teasing rhythm on his hardness became frantic as his hands lovingly stroked over the now bared, smooth skin of his mate’s buttocks, his skin a dark contrast to Jason’s light golden tan. Another moan echoed on his throat, he smiled; the vampire was clearly enjoying the sight as well.

His fingertips slid teasingly down the crevice of Jason’s ass and the other man wiggled under his caressing touch, the moans echoing up from between his own legs were low and needy. He ghosted a feather-like caress on the partly hidden, dusky pink furl before he continued on to gently tease the oh-so-soft, shaven skin of Jason’s gently swaying scrotum. A tiny, sharp nip on a rather important part of his anatomy let Jamil know that his lover was not pleased at being teased in such a way. He was glad that the ardeur was content to simmer for a moment, playing leisurely with his beast while waiting for more passion to feed from. Jamil brought his hand to his panting mouth and wet his finger before returning it to rub firmly against Jason’s quivering, waiting pucker before slipping the tip inside the tight opening. The small blonde moved his hips demandingly backwards trying desperately to impale himself more on the slowly intruding digit. When Jamil’s finger sunk in deeper, he curled it and gave a lingering caress to the hidden gland causing Jason to gasp around his throbbing cock. His soft exploration proved to be too much to allow his lover to concentrate on tormenting him and Jamil was almost glad when, after one long hard suck, Jason tore his mouth away from his throbbing erection with a small gasp to rest his cheek on Jamil’s thigh and whimpered as the dark wolf continued his adept ministrations. His pleasure at being less distracted so he could devote his attention to driving Jason insane was short lived as long, cool fingers found his nipples.

Jamil tilted his chin down and the sight of those pale elegant fingers toying with his dark nipples caused him to growl. A husky laugh in his ear answered him and Jamil realized the vampire had stopped feeding, though a wet tongue continued to lave the puncture wounds, lapping up small amounts of his still sluggishly flowing blood. He arched against the slim, strong body cradling him and enjoyed the sight of a mindless Jason moaning and moving on his stroking finger. His lover’s swollen cock, bobbing and steadily dripping on the scarlet sheets, was a distraction and seemed to demand Jamil’s personal attention. He carefully removed his questing finger and a soft snarl was Jason’s immediate response. He grabbed one of Jean-Claude’s wrists, forcibly dragged the tormenting fingers away from his delightfully abused nipple and brought it to his mouth instead. He drew several of the long pale fingers into his mouth, sucking on them for a moment before moving the hand so that one of the glistening digits rested on Jason’s abandoned rosette.

Soft words of gratitude were whispered in French as Jamil watched, fascinated as that long finger gently disappeared into the already sensitized channel of his mate. The whimper that followed informed Jamil that his lover was aware of the change. It soon turned into a rumbling growl when after licking his own palm for lubrication, he reached under Jason and firmly grasped the smooth, weeping shaft and pumped. His thumb swept across the head and added the escaping, beading, pearly pre-cum to his grasp and Jason was soon rocking almost frantically between his and Jean-Claude’s hands. Jason’s face nuzzled into his wiry curls and a wet tongue returned to lick the side of his cock. Jamil reached down and tenderly patted the short, sweat-dampened hair. Feeling the ardeur start to stir again, he urged the younger wolf to aim lower, to lick his balls instead, and the agile tongue readily followed his bidding. As his balls were alternating in the wet warmth of Jason’s mouth, Jamil liberally licked his other hand, carefully gathered the pre-cum dripping from the tip of his own cock and encircled his ignored erection. Taking a deep breath, Jamil firmly stroked himself with one hand while doing the same for his lover and he was pleased when the vampire’s probing finger matched the hard, rapid rhythm he’d established.

That rhythm was soon matched by the slim hips and muscular thighs cradling his own. Jamil deliberately shifted and felt excitement rush through him as the thin sheet slid away. Now, there was no flimsy barrier between him and Jean-Claude’s skin or his heated hardness. It gave Jamil intense satisfaction to know that it was because of him that the smooth alabaster skin now radiated warmth and hungry demand as the vampire rubbed his erection against Jamil’s lower back, leaving a trail of pre-cum to aid its passage on his sensitized skin. As the heated demand of the ardeur rose and writhed, racing between their touching bodies, Jamil was almost swept away with sensation. Within the huge, blind hunger there were tiny moments of intense focus, the delicate lapping of Jason’s tongue on his balls with the young wolf’s hot breath making the thin skin pucker, the soft mummers of French, with a different accent, but still sounding so right against his neck, the skilled fingers still plucking at his taut, aching nipples, and the cool smoothness of the sheets all combined with the mindless heat swelling through him.

The alpha wolf climaxed, a deep roar echoing up from his chest as his seed sprayed in creamy ropes on his stomach and chest. The ardeur crested and fed eagerly as it triggered the release of the others within moments of his own peak. Jamil barely had the concentration to hold Jason’s cock at an angle so that when the young wolf came, the spurting cum landed on his hip and stomach to mix with his own spent seed while the other’s low howl was muffled against his thigh. Jamil felt the dull, sharp pain as Jean-Claude bit again, his fangs sinking into the previous punctures to swallow deeply several more times as he felt the slightly cooler semen splashed on his back.

Jamil didn’t know exactly how much time passed before he became consciously aware of his surroundings again, but he didn’t think it was too long. Jason lay collapsed over his thighs and his hand immediately began playing soothing strokes over the sweat-dampened back. He turned his head to see Jean-Claude with his head flung back on the piled up pillows, color gracing the high cheek bones and ebony hair tangled wildly about his shoulders. He noted with faint, smug satisfaction that the vampire was even panting slightly, obviously forgetting, in the shattering aftermath of their climaxes, that the need to breathe had deserted him centuries ago.

“Just for the record,” a dazed voice from between his legs rasped, “I usually just cuddle with him and tell him about the news that I’ve read in the paper.”

Jamil gave a low grunt before replying, a slight, teasing smile in his voice, “Damn, then maybe we better try this again on another night.”

Jason shifted so the tousled blonde head rested on his upper thigh, bright blue eyes laughing up at him, as he continued, “As long as it isn’t an inconvenience for Jean-Claude?”

A pale hand waved vaguely. “I try my best to accommodate those of the pack Richard has graciously loaned to me.” The vampire’s French accent was more distinct as he jested back to them. “Though, unfortunately, I must move soon, mes loups, as I am distinctly sticky.”

Jamil allowed himself a grin as he wiggled back firmly against the vampire’s body. “I’m triple sticky, but very comfortable,” he stated smugly.

“You didn’t have to be, if you had told me and given me time I would have swallowed you,” said Jason, a distinct pouting tone in his voice as he stretched and licked a cooling drop of their combined fluids off of Jamil’s belly. “Instead all this yummy stuff went to waste.”

A wicked idea occurred to Jamil and his hands gently moved the smaller man away as he replied, “Oh, no, it won’t.”

In a lithe movement, Jamil flipped over and deliberately rubbed his splattered self on a startled Jean-Claude. An elegant eyebrow rose as it looked down at him and a wry voice questioned, “You were not content with things the way they were, non? You felt the need to create a larger stickier mess?”

Jamil clarified, “A larger, smellier mess. I sent you alphas, but none feed the Master of the City. Graham and Clay should be fighting over who feeds you, not Ming De. I wonder why?”

A considering look entered the sapphire blue eyes that stared into his dark gaze. Jamil licked at the pursed, thoughtful lips before tilting his head to lightly nip at the pale throat, barely breaking the skin to bruise the pale perfection with his mark. When Jean-Claude did not flinch away or berate his forwardness, but instead made a soft noise that signaled acceptance, Jamil paused to suck, leaving a more noticeable mark of their encounter on the vampire.

From beside them, Jason interjected, “That’s easy,” he snorted. “Though Richard might deny it, most believe he’s in the Ulfric’s bed, and if Jean-Claude belongs to him none in the pack will challenge that.”

“Until now,” Jean-Claude purred, resplendent in his satisfaction. “And what will be your leader’s reaction?”

Jamil smiled. He had already considered the repercussions. “Even after you bathe you will faintly smell of me and word will quickly spread though the Pack. Richard will pretend not to care, but his beast will want to establish a claim, by either marking or mounting you himself.”

“Or perhaps both,” Jean-Claude concluded, smug speculation in his voice. “Mon ami, I must thank you.”

A small smile curled the elegant lips as Jamil moved away and the vampire rose gracefully from the bed. Jean-Claude paused where Jason was now sprawled at the foot of the bed to lightly kiss the young man’s cheek before sauntering naked into the bathroom. Both sets of appreciative masculine eyes followed the flexing curves of pale, flawless ass before it disappeared though the open bathroom doorway. Both wolves sighed. Jamil settled back against the pillows and growled when instead of joining him, Jason patted the mattress next to him. The younger werewolf had fully shed his sweat pants and the slim, sleek body was too far away for Jamil to touch. Grumbling at the mischievous look on the blonde’s face, Jamil shifted so he spooned behind the smaller man. He nuzzled the short soft hair and greedily inhaled the scent of his mate. He opened his eyes and blinked when his gaze discovered the view. At the angle Jason picked, they had a clear line of sight, courtesy of the large bathroom mirrors, of the vampire languidly soaking in the spacious tub. Jamil was sure that this was not a coincidence, he cuddled closer to his mate and they settled in to enjoy watching Jean-Claude softly splashing and washing.

Together they relaxed in the afterglow and lazily watched when Jean-Claude later climbed out of the tub, clear water streaming down the tempting perfection of the pale form. Mesmerized, they continued to stare at the vampire as he moved casually about the bathroom to first putter with the blow dryer and carefully dry his mass of ebony curls and then pat himself dry with an enormous fluffy towel. The two wolves watched with interest as the vain vampire deliberated on his choice of attire for the evening.

“Wear the crimson shirt,” Jamil suggested. “It matches the bed you just left and brings out the redness of my mark.”

“I will have to make sure I am particularly friendly tonight and say ‘hello’ to many wolves, oui?” Jean-Claude replied, a wicked glint in his sapphire eyes.

They approved his final choices to go with the blood red silk and watched him dress and primp; it was interesting to observe how he adroitly wiggled into the snug leather breeches and caressed the soft leather of the long boots as he donned them. But finally, the vampire was dressed. Long fingers ruffled the short blonde hair and patted the dark braids of the still reclining wolves before Jean-Claude departed.

Yawning, Jamil and Jason settled down to the serious business of another nap. The alpha growled in displeasure, when later the shrill, annoyingly perky musical ring of Jason’s cell phone woke them from their comfortable doze.

Jamil did enjoy the sight of his mate crawling over the huge mattress to reach the bedside table. When Jason stayed on his hands and knees, teasingly waggling his ass while talking, Jamil deduced his attention and appreciation of his mate’s form had been noticed. Jason crawled back to his side when the call was finished and filled him in on the half of the conversation he hadn’t overheard. Jean-Claude had informed him that Anita was involved in some serious police business and that the vampire was going to be channeling and feeding her ardeur. He did not believe that Jason’s assistance would be required as the two wolves had already fully satisfied his own ardeur earlier, allowing him to concentrate on fulfilling the needs of his human servant now.

With their evening still free and ahead of them, Jason suggested that they clean up. A hopeful light brightened the cobalt blue eyes as he suggested a bath. Jamil paused before answering; he had glimpsed the monster tub earlier on their arrival, gleaming black marble, shiny silver swan fixtures and equipped with an automatic sensor so it wouldn’t overflow. It could easily accommodate two to bathe, or do much more. He hesitated, eyeing the adjoining, open door warily. At this rate they might never leave the Circus, the lure of the luxurious bathroom potentially sucking them in like a hungry black hole, Jamil mused. The alternative of a shower made him frown, so far their success rate in escaping one of those in a timely manner was dismal. Holding himself firmly in check and resisting Jason’s petulant pouting, he firmly told the young wolf that he should shower first, alone, while he called Shang-Da and discussed Stephen’s situation. Grumbling, Jason left the bedroom, a taunting, provocative sway to his slim, naked hips and ass.

He had just finishing his conversation with the Hati when Jason called out, telling him the shower was free. With a deep breath, he rose and entered the bathroom and climbed into the shower with out pausing near his dripping, naked mate. He ignored the interested eyes that watched him through the clear door as he scrubbed the now dried semen from his skin. He found it difficult to reach his back and Jason seeing his difficulties, re-entered the shower with a smug smirk, and grabbed the washcloth from him. Strong hands scrubbed his back clean, and Jamil relaxed under his mate’s touch.

A sharp slap on his ass rudely broke the revere that the warm water had induced and he glared warningly at Jason over his shoulder. Grinning impudently, the younger wolf informed him, in a lofty tone, that they needed to get going as they still had things to do this evening, like finally leaving the Circus, and seeing Jamil’s place. It was not difficult to see the curiosity in Jason’s eyes as he spoke and Jamil wondered what secrets his home would reveal to the insightful young man.

They hungrily watched each other as they toweled dry, slumberous banked desire in both their gazes. Jamil credited them both with extremely strong self-control as they actually left the bathroom and pulled on their pants, neither succumbing to the temptation to help the other. When their shoes were on, weapons gathered in Jamil’s case, and actually out the suite’s door, Jamil breathed an inner sigh of relief. There was a spring in his step when the alpha wolf realized their goal of leaving the Circus was temptingly close to being accomplished.

That short-lived sense of triumph was dashed when they heard their leader’s voice hailing them. Jamil considered for a moment pretending not to hear the call and continuing on their way, but a werewolf’s acute senses made that unlikely if not impossible. Besides, he considered grimly, his mate was long overdue an apology from the Ulfric. They stopped and turned towards the direction of the hail.

Jamil slowed, then stopped about a dozen feet away and let Jason continue without him to greet Richard, giving the two other wolves at least the illusion of privacy. He leaned nonchalantly against the stone wall, slumping a bit and did his best to fade into the background, to be invisible; something he had perfected to an art while guarding his Ulfric for these past years. Though there was no way, he thought harshly, that he was actually going to be out of earshot as they spoke. Unabashed, he listened as Richard spoke to his mate.

As apologies went, it was a pretty good one, Jamil acknowledged to himself as he listened. Of course, Jason, as the less dominant Were, accepted it graciously, but he did carefully raise a question about the cause of the strange rage that Richard had expressed the night before. Jason cautiously mentioned that it was very uncharacteristic of the Ulfric, even considering Richard’s obvious recent mood swings. Jamil was surprised at the subtlety that Jason exhibited and was shocked when the alpha confessed a bit grudgingly that he had just discovered last evening that when the triumvirate had been formed, he had received a chunk of Anita’s deep dark anger; a gift courtesy of the metaphysical sharing of minds due to their bonding. Her creating a new, secondary triumvirate, had emphasized and fanned the simmering rage until now it flared within him with even less provocation.

Jamil made a mental note to have Shang-Da approach their leader and offer to share some of the many meditation techniques that Asian Hati was a master of. They had certainly helped him control and contain his own frustration and self-rage, Jamil thought. He was further surprised at what Richard also revealed to his young mate and their discussion demonstrated to Jamil that at one time the two wolves had been close. Jamil remembered someone mentioning that Richard was once Jason’s sponsor when the young blonde was new to the pack

Jamil watched quietly as the alpha wolf shook his head. “It would be too easy to blame everything on Anita, but that just makes me more frustrated and pissed,” Richard admitted, a wry smile on his handsome face, “I’m actually relieved, learning that I have some of her anger, though it’s a pain to deal with, it makes sense.”

“Your moodiness?” Jason guessed.

“Oh, I have my own issues,” Richard said, his grin growing bigger. “But I’ve spent most my life even-tempered or, as some people would accuse, repressed.” He paused and his expression sobered and showed remembered concern and worry. “I thought I was going Rogue.”

“Oh no.” said Jason, stepping closer to lay his hand on the other man’s arm in support and comfort.

Jamil sternly reminded himself that it was only a gesture of comfort that Jason offered to the Ulfric when his inner wolf stirred, its possessiveness triggered by his new mate’s action. He used what Richard had just revealed to distract himself. ‘Going Rogue’ usually happened when a Were was first adapting to the transformation of sharing one’s formerly human self with a beast or in very rare cases when the human allowed or gave the beast full control.

Sometimes, Jamil knew, the person’s psyche couldn’t manage finding a balance with the beast and was in constant turmoil and conflict, becoming increasingly more unreasonable and uncontrollable until their mind finally snapped losing all sense of control, of right and wrong, and they had to be hunted down by the pack and destroyed. There had been some instances through history that, if a pack was not vigilant or swift enough in acting out its sentence, such a person harmed innocents and was then hunted by the human executioners. It was a terrifying thought, but the odd behavior Richard had been experiencing almost made the idea plausible, especially to someone like the dominant alpha who was such a control freak to begin with. It was, thankfully, exceedingly rare, almost unheard of, in fact, for a human that had been a Were as long as, and that was as powerful as, Richard to experience such a phenomenal breakdown. Though, Jamil considered, the stress of the triumvirate and the wolf’s continuing uneasy relationship with the other two members might have caused his Ulfric to seriously consider that terrifying possibility.

“Yeah, I put my beast in lock-down mode which made all the anger and frustration worse,” Richard admitted with chagrin, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Jason continued to stroke his forearm offering comfort to the Were, “Remember what you taught me when I first changed and was so unsure of what was happening to me? Our wolf is pure and instinctual, not knowing greed or other petty human concepts, only concerned with survival and the freedom to run. Your beast might have made it easier, helped you cleanse the rage.”

Richard nodded grimly in agreement. Hindsight was always much clearer.

“Let’s get together and hunt soon,” Jason suggested eagerly, “Not waiting for the excuse of the full moon, just for the sheer joy and fun of it.”

“I would like that,” Richard smiled, his handsome face lighting up. He withdrew his hands from his pockets and hugged the younger werewolf and Jason returned the embrace of his alpha with enthusiasm.

Jamil couldn’t stop the small rumble rising from his chest in reaction to their embrace.

Richard glanced his way and grinned, “Though, I guess,” he gestured to where Jamil stood, less at ease now that he appeared to be the focus of the Ulfric’s attention, “we will have company on our hunt.” He joked easily as he released the younger man. “That is, if my Sköll can resist using you as a personal chew toy for a few hours.”

Jason laughed, his hands moving to lovingly touch the prominent bite marks on his neck and chest. Marks that Jamil had possessively put there during the past night and day they had shared together. Jamil noticed the way the blonde’s fingers lingered seductively on the bruises, a now familiar but banked passionate glint in those blue eyes, and his beast was happy at this response from his mate.

“He’s trying to practice self control,” teased Jason, a heated look sent back in his direction showing how much he didn’t mind the marks of possession on his body.

Jamil straightened and almost started to join them, but his mate’s next words halted him and he paused, slightly confused at the new track of the conversation as he blatantly listened.

“Is he still your Sköll? Us being together won’t change that?”

Richard’s unguarded expression was a mixture of hurt, surprise and anger. “I realized that those who know me well are aware that I am uncomfortable with homosexuality. But that only concerns my personal choices. I would never hold that against anyone, I’m fair to Sylvie aren’t I?”

There was obvious defensiveness in the other man’s tone and neither of the two other wolves pointed out that it was guys being gay that Richard seemed to have the most problems with. Jamil was very happy that Jason remained silent and didn’t mention this. Instead, his mate hurriedly agreed with their Ulfric, instinctively wanting to soothe the ruffled fur of their leader.

“I know you are,” Jason carefully stressed the ‘you’, “But what about the rest of the pack? Will Jamil be able to remain an effective enforcer once it is widely known he is openly bi-sexual? Also,” Jason threw a quick glance in Jamil’s direction and his voice dropped in hushed concern for his mate, “he had to feed Jean-Claude in my place tonight as I was still recovering from my injuries and soon that will be common knowledge too.”

Jamil marveled again at the verbal skill of his mate. He noted Richard looked embarrassed when Jason mentioned and reminded his being hurt, his feelings of guilt over the earlier attack obviously still on the other wolf’s mind, but that fleeting expression was soon changed to seriousness as Richard drew himself up and spoke as Ulfric.

“Jamil has fully earned the respect of all of the pack through his leadership and actions during these past years. Those who know him well will not think less of him for this choice; they also know that neither his strength nor his ability to do his job has changed because of his sexual habits or the fact that he has fed a vampire. He is an alpha, my Sköll, and that has not altered.” Jamil saw Richard look intently into the worried, earnest face of the young wolf before him before he continued. “There might be a few that will talk, that is the nature of people and the pack, but even those will understand that Jamil is still fully capable of kicking their asses, so even that will be at bare minimum and of no real consequence. There is no reason you need to be concerned.” Richard assured Jason and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Jason smiled, and nodded his thanks; worry disappeared from his face to be replaced instead with a puzzled frown as he continued to look up at the alpha. “If that’s true for Jamil, why do you think it’s different for you?” he asked Richard.

Even though they were separated by a short distance, Jamil could easily see a dull flush spread under Richard’s skin as the larger werewolf shifted uncomfortably, plainly at a loss for an answer to the young wolf’s earnestly asked question. Jamil could also see the too innocent expression on his mate’s face as Jason waited, the silence stretching, becoming more uncomfortable. Richard’s gaze narrowed on his mate and Jamil swiftly decided it was time for him to join the other two males.

“Thank you for what you said concerning me, I am proud of the faith you have in me,” Jamil stated solemnly as he approached his leader and his mate, ready to offer the stronger male the less formal pack greeting of cheek rubbing.

Richard actually appeared a little relieved at his intervention and quickly turned in his direction, away from the intense questioning gaze of the curious young werewolf. As he drew even closer to them, he saw Richard frown, then inhale noticeably, clearly scenting the air. Jamil hid his grimace; his plan had been for Richard to smell another alpha wolf on Jean-Claude, not for his Ulfric to scent the vampire on him. He would have to deal with an immediate and direct confrontation, one that he knew that Jean-Claude would relish and surely handle with much more poise and sophistication.

Seeing the darkening expression on his Ulfric’s face, Jamil decided to do what any loyal pack member would do when confronted with the anger of his leader and offered his throat submissively. Of course, he made sure it was the side with Jean-Claude’s neat, precise puncture wounds.

“I had the impression that you had just allowed him to feed from you,” stated Richard in a deep, slightly growly tone. The Weres could feel his power swirling around them.

“I did. I fed both his hungers,” Jamil admitted, his face a perfect mirror of bodyguard blandness.

Richard’s expression strove to be uncaring, but his narrowed eyes, the tick in his jaw and clenched fists bellied the cold mask that graced his face. Jason quickly intervened, obviously striving to break the growing tension between the two alphas.

“It was necessary; Jean-Claude needed to be able to focus all his attention on holding and feeding Anita’s ardeur and not be worried about his own needs rising tonight.”

Their Lupa’s name thankfully distracted Richard and Jason swiftly launched into an explanation of what Jean-Claude had told them earlier. Jamil noticed that the younger man carefully omitted that the information had been relayed with a telephone call, received well after the master vampire had left the bed they had all shared.

Jason ended his narration with a plea to Richard, “I know you feel that Jean-Claude manipulated you into this triumvirate initially, but he could really use your help now.”

Richard’s face was unreadable, as he slowly admitted, “No, the initial choice in bonding with him was mine. I actually approached him about receiving the first mark in the faint hope that the additional power would allow me to avoid bloodshed when facing Marcus. Anita was dragged into it afterwards to save herself and later us. She did not want it.” He sighed as he looked at both of them, “Perhaps I need to become more involved, at least on a limited basis. I just saw her on the television news leaving an apartment complex, obviously in the middle of the investigation, and she looked so tired. Afterwards the news showed all the pictures of the victims, those poor young women.” His eyes darkened, “From what you have explained the police are depending on Anita to help them to bring down this dangerous rogue clique and she needs to stay focused.”

He looked at each of them, his face tight with his inner thoughts. Richard gave a decisive nod, “Yes, that’s exactly what’s needed. I’ll tell her and Jean-Claude that I’ll help feed the ardeur tonight.”

Before either Jamil or Jason could commend the other wolf on his generous offer -- though, in Jamil’s private opinion, it was long overdue -- Richard’s face got an extremely odd expression on it and he staggered as if he had been struck a heavy blow. The larger man had to brace himself against the wall to remain standing, and began panting heavily, almost as if he was in extreme pain. Jamil was momentarily distracted from this unprecedented and slightly unnerving event when Jason’s phone rang.

From overhearing his mate’s excited conversation with Jean-Claude, Jamil better understood what had happened. Richard, in a noble, but not completely thought out gesture, had thrown open his link with Anita and the alpha wolf had been unprepared for the consequences. Anita, according to the vampire, was doing some powerful metaphysical magic at the Church of Eternal Life and Jean-Claude had been strongly shielding himself from her as his mental presence was raising the ardeur. Richard’s unexpected gesture had caused the full force of the ardeur to switch to him instead and Jean-Claude and Anita were unable to assist the werewolf in any way. Jean-Claude had severed the link the wolf had opened as quick as he could, but he feared that the ‘damage’ had already been done.

Richard was extremely unprepared, literally, for this unexpected turn of events. Jamil made the quick rueful realization that the practically of calling the ardeur, in a stone hallway without a woman in sight was ill conceived to say the least. But, instead of verbally commenting on this, he quickly reached for his own phone and called the guardroom of the Circus. He knew, from his own experience, that now that the full, heated hunger had been stirred within the wolf that it would not subside until it was sated. He also knew from the vampire’s conversation with Jason that Jean-Claude could not aid them adequately enough from a distance and the shielding and the focus that he was forced to maintain so as to not interfere with his human servant prevented him from coming to them.

He quickly and concisely explained the situation to Lisandro and was informed by him that all the female vampires, with the exception of the crazy one, had already left for the night. The same went for the few female Weres that had been here earlier to feed them. He carefully and casually asked if Claudia was working this evening, as she was usually in charge of the night shift of guards, and was hurriedly informed that he had just missed her and she had already left to do her rounds. Jamil’s cell phone was expensive and high tech and with his hearing he believed he heard a woman’s voice speaking softly and a door quietly close behind the young wererat’s voice, but he decided not to question it as it became obvious to him that time was quickly running out.

Richard had slid silently down the smooth, stone wall to sit huddled on the cold floor. His arms encircled his drawn-up knees and he began to rock. The other werewolf’s face was flushed and his intelligent eyes were glazed over and dazed looking.

Jamil barely managed to intercept his mate as Jason reached out for Richard. Pulling the smaller man firmly away, Jamil carefully restrained Jason as he struggled against him trying to reach the Ulfric. Realizing he was not going to break free of Jamil, Jason glared up at him, his angry, blazing blue eyes meeting Jamil’s dark determined ones.

Silent battles of will were waged; one between the two glaring wolves and the other between Jamil and his conscience. The dark wolf was torn, he knew that Richard could not deal with this alone and he was noticeably hurting, but the thought of sexually submitting to the other man was only slightly better to him than watching his new mate do so.

Thankfully, the need for such a decision was avoided, as they were suddenly no longer alone with the Ulfric in the hallway. In a soft whisper of displaced air, a vampire, one well used to dealing with the ardeur, had joined them. The rush of his movements had displaced Asher’s clothing and the part of Jamil’s attention that was not occupied with restraining Jason, noted the other man’s less than perfect appearance. The vampire has obviously been disturbed while still dressing as his naked, narrow feet peaked out from under the exquisitely tailored slack cuffs. His dress shirt was unfastened and hanging open, the tantalizing glimpse of bare chest revealed perfectly sculptured muscles on one side and tortured twisted flesh on the other. Jamil spied that the nipple had been spared and the peaked perfection looked like an oasis within the expanse of ruined skin.

Jamil gratefully noted that Jason had stilled his fierce struggles to be free to watch as well. The tall, lean vampire had halted inches away from Richard’s sitting form and a metallic golden curtain of hair cascaded over broad shoulders as Asher tilted his head to look down at the other male. A small superior smile curled the blonde vampire’s lips and Jamil hesitated in edging his mate away. He was uncertain if leaving his Ulfric in Asher’s tender care was truly the best option as he remembered the strange, tense, almost adversarial relationship between them that he had often witnessed while fulfilling his duties to Richard.

He saw Richard suddenly look up, sensing the other male’s regard, and his dazed gaze suddenly focused. In a powerful, fluid surge of motion, Richard was on his feet and the swiftness of the action caused Asher to back up a step. A hard grin, showing many teeth, flashed across the alpha’s werewolf’s face and Asher’s face now held a slightly wary expression as Richard’s brown eyes bled to his beast’s intense amber shade.

Jamil was instantly more confident of this solution and forcibly turned his mate and the two of them hurriedly walked away. Well, Jamil walked. Jason scurried sideways trying to still watch the pair behind them, the dark wolf wryly noted. The last glimpse Jamil had over his shoulder was of Richard stalking the vampire in a definitely predatory manner while Asher appeared more pleased than nervous about it. It also seemed that, although the blonde was backing away, it was with purpose, perhaps leading the wolf in the direction of a bedroom.

Jamil and Jason turned a corner and he heard the smaller man wistfully sigh, “Damn, I wish I was up in the camera room right now.”

Jamil stopped and frowned, “They can’t watch in the bedrooms, can they?” A bit of concern laced his tone as he remembered their activities of the night before in the guest room.

“Nah,” there was a shake of the blonde head, “but will those two make it that far?” Jason wondered.

“I don’t know and don’t you dare ask,” he warned his clearly inquisitive mate.

They had reached Jason’s room and Jason stopped before entering and turned to face Jamil directly, a set look on his face. It was now the younger werewolf’s turn to give a warning to his mate, “I didn’t appreciate the way you hung on to me back there preventing me from going to Richard, just ‘cause you’re more dominant and physically bigger doesn’t mean you can pull that kind of crap on me.”

Jamil tried to soothe his mate’s pride and explained his reasoning. “We both knew there was the very real risk of the ardeur spreading to anyone who touched Richard at that time.” He looked directly into Jason’s eyes, his concern readily apparent. “And with the resentment he would have felt at handling the lust with another man, plus his ignorance with actually doing gay sex I feared that you would be badly hurt. Besides the fact that my own jealously wouldn’t allow it,” Jamil admitted the last just a little reluctantly, a low growl in his tone.

Jason’s blue eyes were serious as he searched his mate’s face, “If Asher hadn’t had come to our rescue…”

“I would have still stopped you and sent you away and stayed with Richard myself,” Jamil said, then added dryly, “though we both might not have survived it.”

Jason raised himself on his toes and drew Jamil’s head down and their lips met in a long kiss. When it finally ended Jamil nuzzled the short blonde hair inhaling the scent that was Jason deep into his soul.

“Well, yea for Asher, then.” Jason said, his tone husky as they parted and he grabbed his duffle bag full of several changes of clothes that was waiting, already packed, just inside his door.

Jamil frowned slightly as he looked down the corridor, back the way they had come, as they made their way to the exit, “I don’t think Richard will share your sentiments.”

There was a wicked look on Jason face as he replied, “When Anita was vamoose from around here for that six months after Tennessee, Richard came around here a lot to talk with Jean-Claude and there was always certain tension between those two, with Asher baiting him and Richard being pissed, but always asking where he was if Asher didn’t appear. So…..” Jason shrugged indicating that the conclusion could be drawn.

Jamil considered this new information carefully and compared it to what he had had noticed himself in the past. The Ulfric’s anger and uneasiness around the blonde vampire and yet his attention to the smallest of actions of the other male. He blinked, his thoughts interrupted, when the harsh neon lights of the Circus parking lot glared in his eyes, so much brighter than the dimmer lights that illuminated the inside and below ground for the vampires. He herded Jason to his parked Camero and they tossed Jason’s duffle into the back seat and slid in the front.

As he started the car, the powerful engine rumbling in the quiet early evening, Jamil turned to his new lover. “I know it’s only been a night and day, but hasn’t it seemed longer?”

Jason nodded readily in agreement, “Oh yeah, like a year at least.”

As the car pulled out of the parking lot and passed under the gaudy clown sign, Jason began absently humming. Jamil smiled as he recognized the theme to the ‘Twilight Zone’.

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The End

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