"Fuck off!" Azrael growled at whoever was banging on his bedroom door. They'd been there for a minute now but he was busy.
Salem didn't seem to hear it, or much of anything. The little male's face was red and covered in sweat, his long hair sticking to him as he continued bouncing on Azrael's cock. His pretty pale eyes dazed as he chased his orgasm.
Azrael had no idea how long they've been going at it. Neither of them could get enough of the other. They'd take short naps before waking up and starting all over again.
The banging on the door continued and Azrael growled. Flipping over so Salem was under him, he plowed into the little male. The headboard smacking against the wall blocked out the annoying knocks.
Salem screamed and cried as he finally reached his climax. What little cum was left in him poured from his dick as Azrael continued fucking him, loving the way Salem's tight walls clenched around him and made him groan. His thrusts became sloppy before he slammed into his Mate a final time and growled as he filled Salem up.
They laid there for a minute, trying to catch their breath and come down from their highs. Azrael was sure if it wasn't for the insistent knocking, they'd take a nap to gain enough energy to go again. He knew they'd eventually have to leave the room for food and to clean up but he'd be completely satisfied staying in his room and fucking his Mate into unconsciousness.
Breathing heavily, Azrael pulled out of Salem who whimpered, either in discomfort or loss, Azrael couldn't tell. The little male looked exhausted and he slumped on the bed, his chest rising and falling as he took deep breathes.
Leaning down, he captured Salem's lips in a rough kiss until Salem whined and jerked away for air. Azrael smirked, nipping at his Mate's neck that was already littered with bruised love bites.
"Go to sleep." He told a drowsy Salem, pecking his swollen lips before climbing off the bed. Salem watched him with heavy lidded eyes as he looked for pants. Azrael's once clean and orderly room was a mess. He'd made sure to fuck Salem on every surface and this was the result of that.
Finding a pair of jeans, he pulled them on before looking back at his Mate to make sure he was covered up. The little male was already asleep, the gray sheet covering one of his long legs and his groin. The rest of him was left exposed for Azrael's eyes to feast on.
The knocking on the door reminded him what he was doing and he continued to the door that he unlocked and cracked open.
"What?" He growled, not caring who was on the other side.
Melisande paused in whatever she was saying to Liam to look up at Azrael. Her eyes narrowed on him and her hands went to her hips.
Azrael was pissed off. It's a rule to leave newly mated pairs alone until they're ready to mingle with the pack again. It's a crucial time they spend strengthening their bond. The stronger and more dominant the Wolf, the longer they're going to want to spend away from the pack. As an Alpha, Azrael could have gone months secluded with his Mate, only coming out for food or anything his Mate wanted.
"Whatever Salem did to that Caster, pissed off the Council." Liam was the first to speak up. Azrael let his Beta talk, knowing it must be important for them to interrupt him.
Melisande tried to look around Azrael and he glared at the female.
"They're coming back, we're expecting their arrival tonight."
It took a moment for Azrael to comprehend what Liam was telling him. When the words started making sense, his first thought was to protect Salem.
"What are the Alphas doing in preparation?" He asked, running his fingers through his curls damp with sweat. He needed a shower.
"That's the thing." Melisande spoke. "The Council didn't inform our parents on this visit. Luckily, Xzavier has been keeping an eye on them for us."
Azrael respected the male's skills but he would like him a lot more if he didn't look at Salem so blatantly with want.
The Council coming without a heads up could only mean trouble. They wanted them unaware and unprepared.
"We'll signal the monthly practice drill, the pack won't be alarmed that way. I want every pup and anyone who would get in the way in the panic room. Station two trusted warriors with them, they'll know not to leave until they get the all clear."
"What about the Alphas?" Liam asked.
"Don't tell them anything." Azrael decided. His father trusted the Council too much and neither of his parents trusted Salem. He finally realized it when his father had asked him if he thought Salem was a danger to the pack. They were afraid of the unknown and Salem being as powerful as him made them wary. "Liam, I want you to personally see to it that Oliver is in the panic room with the others. Roland would have my head if something happens to him." The male wasn't one to defy orders but Azrael had to promise his Enforcer that he would protect his Mate should anything happen.
Liam nodded his understanding, he too would protect their best friends Mate—knowing the male would do the same for them.
Azrael looked down when a little black fur ball dashed into the room around his feet. He knew Salem would be up soon because of that damned cat.
He sent Liam and Melisande off before closing the door. Nox had jumped up on the bed and was meowing at a sleeping Salem. He picked up the cat before it woke his Mate and Nox was content with Azrael's attention for now. The kitten pressed up against his chest purring as he ran his hand over its soft fur.
Salem shifted in his sleep, turning over so the sheet slipped down to expose his ass. Azrael watched him, feeling his spent cock come to attention at the sight. Salem's arm reached out before he lifted up and looked at the empty bed through half-lidded eyes.
Azrael smirked at his cute little Mate and moved to sit on the bed. Salem scooted to him tiredly and Azrael had to lie down so his Mate could wrap himself around him. Nox licked Salem's nose and cuddled up against him while still laying on Azrael's stomach.
Sighing, he figured he should take a quick nap to be prepared for tonight.
****
Azrael woke up to a weight on him and he sleepily opened his eyes to see his little Mate sitting on him. Rubbing his eyes, he looked over Salem to see he was still naked.
"No more, my dick hurts." He murmured, turning onto his side and making Salem fall beside him. The little male had woken him up in a similar fashion multiple times, demanding him to fuck him again. Azrael had obliged his needy mate but he couldn't go again, not yet at least. Maybe later.
"Wake up." Salem smacked his shoulder, pushing him onto his back. "I had a dream."
Azrael grumbled, opening his eyes to see his Mate glaring at him. Seeing that he was serious, Azrael huffed and scooted up so he was leaning against the headboard. "Go ahead."
Salem crawled back onto his lap and pecked his lips. Azrael wrapped his arms around his slim waist and kissed him back, trailing his kisses down to his bruised neck.
They got sidetracked for a moment, enjoying the pleasurable touches they received from each other.
"Wait, wait," Salem said, pulling back some from Azrael. "I have to tell you about my dream."
Azrael may have complained about being sore but he was willing to ignore it for another go with his Mate. If it wasn't for the determined look on Salem's face, he would have done just that.
"Something really bad is going to happen." He said, his pretty pale eyes looking into Azrael's.
"And you know this from a dream?" He asked, his fingers trailing down Salem's spine.
"It's wasn't really a dream...more like I was seeing something but before it happened." He tried to explain, his brows furrowed.
"Okay, well what did you see?" Azrael asked. Salem's eyes drifted towards the window and Azrael watched as his Mate's warm olive skin paled slightly.
Salem closed his eyes and hid his face in the crook of Azrael's neck. "It was bad." He whispered, as if scared to speak about it. "It involves the male the Council is looking for but it's too late, he has the key."
Azrael was trying to follow but he had no idea what his Mate was talking about. "What key?"
"One that's going to release destruction."
How he sounded, scared, it reminded him of how Salem was when he first came to live with them. Azrael hated it. He wanted to protect his little Mate from every and anything that scared him. It could have been just a dream but Salem seemed too shaken. Whatever it was, Azrael wasn't going to ignore his warnings.
"There's nothing we can do, it's already too late. We can only wait until it happens, you'll know when."
Salem pulled back and looked like he was thinking about what he'd seen. Azrael didn't question him, he pulled the little male into a tight hug.
After cuddling in bed for an hour, they decided to get up. Going into one of the private bathrooms, they got into the shower together and took turns washing each other. Azrael ended up on his knees sucking his Mate off because the little male was insatiable.
Azrael had looked at the little bite mark on his neck and when they dressed, he made sure to wear a shirt that wouldn't cover it. He couldn't be prouder to show off his Mate's mark. He belongs to Salem and no other.
They got dressed in Salem's room because Azrael's was a mess and he didn't look forward to cleaning it. He was hesitating to tell Salem about what was going to be happening. The little male looked content and happy as he watched himself in the mirror and brushed his long hair. There was no way out of it though and he couldn't keep anything from his Mate, especially something so important.
So he blurted out what he'd been told and the plan to have a drill. Salem didn't say anything, he just continued to brush his hair and listen. When Azrael was finished, he took a breath and looked at Salem expectedly.
"This should be fun." He said nonchalantly.