Julius POV

SMUT WARNING

I move my lips against his; I missed him so much; I've wanted him for so long.

He doesn't protest as he wraps his arms around my neck to bring me closer to him. I use my tongue to probe against his bottom lip gently, and he opens his mouth slightly, letting me in. I get lost in this sensation, in tasting him, feeling him.

I want just to push him down and pound into him, but after everything, he deserves to be taken care of, to be treated right.

"You are so beautiful," I whisper to him as I start kissing his ear and his neck; he moans loudly, gripping my hair as I move down, pushing him to lie on his back, me on top of him. But he doesn't just lie under me. As I bite his nipple and next gently suck it, he pulls my T-shirt up so he can caress my back with his fingertips.

We pill our clothes off painfully slowly; I gasp, admiring his curves and delicate skin; he blushes under my gaze but smiles widely.

I try to devour him, marking every inch of his chest and stomach with my lips and gentle bites. He does the same, nibbling on my ear and sucking the crook of my neck. Fuck, it's so good; it's been so long since I felt so good.

I'm hard as much as him as I move down to suck him.

He pants and moans as I bob my head and tease him. When I let go of his length, he whimpers in disappointment.

"You will cum, but not yet," I whisper,  moving him around so I can put my face between his ass cheeks.

He is on his hands and knees as I eat his ass and pump him with my hand at the same time. He moans so loud, he moans my name, and it causes butterflies in my stomach.

"Julius, please, please fuck me!" he whispers, but I take my time with him as I slowly push my fingers inside him, nailing his special spot. He screams in ecstasy as my fingers do their magic inside him.

When I think he is ready, I roll on my back and pull him on top of me; he smiles, understanding what I want him to do. He grabs the bottle of the lube which I laid close to the fireplace and starts covering my dick in it.

I arch my neck; his touch is so wonderful; I want more of him; I want everything. He raises his hips and steadies himself above me. Gripping my shoulders, he slowly lowers himself taking me in him. Fuck he is so tight, so perfect. I feel my eyes shifting and Drake pushing forward to be here together with us.

As Danny starts riding us, I finally feel united with Drake; after so long, he is finally with me. We moan because of the enormous pleasure Danny is giving us. I grip my hands on his hips, helping him to move faster.

We pant, looking straight into our eyes. Nothing matters at this one moment; we are unity, Drake and I belong to Danny, and nothing will ever change that.

I reach and grab his neck so I could kiss him; I'm close, I know that. I feel my canines aching a bit as suck the crook of his neck on the opposite side where Brandon marked him, and we both reach our climax instantly, screaming each other names, as Danny collapses spent on top of me.

I feel Drake chuckles in my mind, knowing that he is back as we hold Danny safe and secure in our arms, he falls asleep very quickly, but I hold him still, with my cock still buried inside him. I haven't felt so good ever before in my life.

I move slowly and gently lie Danny aside and stand up to cover him with a blanket as I put more wood into the fireplace.

I reach Drake; it's been so long since I was able to sense him; since I knew what was happening in his soul. So now I concentrate on him; I want to know him again finally.

I sense his sorrow when I feel these ten years of solitude and emptiness when we rejected Madison and lost Luke, and Drake wanted to die but couldn't do that because he didn't want to kill me. I feel small sparks of joy that were able to reach him from time to time, like Trist's first words, his first drawings, and the first time I showed him how to throw the punch and gave him a ride in my wolf form.

Drake was sad, but still, he wanted to watch Trist growing up; the only proof that he had had once a mate and at least her wolf loved him. But at the same time, I sense years of bitterness and darkness. And then, finally, the scent, the scent of the boy who once saved our lives, who called Drake beautiful and cuddle into his fur for many hours. The boy, whose memory has never left Drake, who was born the enemy and yet showed us mercy and kindness, the totally unselfish act.

And suddenly the boy was standing in front of him again, now the man, kind and beautiful. And Drake wanted to be close to that man again, to feel his warmth and kindness once again. And the boy didn't disappoint him; he once again showed care, gentleness, and love. Drake felt loved again and finally dare to hope that he can be happy again.

I feel tears on my face; I know he learns about my feelings too, years of bitterness and solitude, years of pangs of consciousness because I let Luke die because I was a cripple because I felt I would never know what it means to love someone honestly.

But there is one particular thing I want him to show me. Madison's wolf death or, as the Spirit Catcher said, a murder. I concentrate as hard as I can, and I feel flashes of pain, the extreme pain of my dying mate. Drake buried himself so deeply because he wanted to stop feeling her and missing her. But then, so suddenly, he was dragged from his cell by her howls for help and whimpers of pain. He was trying to reach her. I'm able to get to that sensation, and then I'm pulled into somewhere:

...the dark room, almost empty, plain, and sterile; I trash lying on the floor because it hurts so much; I didn't know anything can hurt that bad. I twist; I can't scream because the pain is too much. There is someone standing in the corner of the room, but I cry so hard that his face is a blur for me. But I can hear his cold voice:

"Just a bit more Madison, just a bit more..."

He comes closer and reaches his hand to me:

"Just a bit more, and your wolf will be dead, and you..."

I open my eyes panting hard and feeling the urge to puke. Looking at my torso and I notice that I clawed on it again; Danny is holding my shoulders, trying to hold me still.

"Julius, are you okay?" he whispers as I sit down, still panting hard." You were screaming on rolling on the floor, I thought..."

"It's alright, love," I take him into my arms. "I was just connecting with Drake, was trying to find out something."

"And did you?"

"A bit, but don't worry, it's alright. Drake is back. I'm him; he is me, finally," I say, standing up to prove it to him.

And he has a mischievous smile on his face; that's when I realize that his face is on the same level as my naked crotch, which makes me hard again.

"I think you have a problem that needs some attention," he says and turns around so his perfect ass is perfectly visible, and I instantly bend over him; we've just had sex, so I don't need to prepare him, but still I enter him slowly, placing quick pecks on his arched back. Drake and I are in heaven again.

Danny POV

As I wake up, I realize two things. First, my butt aches; second, I'm naked in Julius's arms. Honestly, I'm not sure how long we were having sex last night, but this coziness I feel also inside me, and total relaxation is so amazing. No sorrow or shame this time, and yet I feel a pang of sadness; I hurt Bruce last night, I hurt Brandon last night, for sure they felt it. But the worst is that I don't regret it. I don't regret what I did, and I'm not ashamed; I didn't give my consent to get marked, so Brandon, too, should bear the consequences of his own decision.

Julius opens his eyes and stretches himself but suddenly sits and starts sniffing; as "the door" gets open and I see Alexa standing there.

"Oh fuck, I for sure haven't expected this," she says, and Julius growls a bit.

"Don't give me that look. I caught Danny's scent on packlands; I got scared that something happened." She says, rolling her eyes, "Get dressed; since you are here, let's talk. I heard that there were some problems yesterday."

I gulp hard; I've almost forgotten about the parcel I received yesterday. I don't want to think about the possibility of Jordan being still alive; I felt safe for the past years because I was sure he was dead.

Soon all three of us are sitting at the "porch" of this house, if you even can call it like that. They ask questions, and I answer them.

"Maybe you and Terry should think about it. Who was able also to run away from this collapsed factory? Who else was there? After all, Terry was a leader," Alexa suggests as Julius snorts. "Please, you really should stop with this hostile attitude towards him. He was our friend; he lied to us, but because of  fair enough reasons."

"And how is your trail going?" I ask. I really wish she will be an Alpha.

"Good, lots of hard work, but I wanted to talk with you, Danny, because I want you to give Terry some information on the Ravenswood Pack, or more likely, about the missing girls from the pack."

"Go on," I say

"First of all, I got in contact with some rogues that were passing near here, and one of them confirmed that the posters of Pearl were distributed from Ravenwood Pack, but he told me one interesting thing. He saw the posters but lost them because the moment he got them, both he and the messenger from Ravenswood who brought them were attacked. The messenger run away, but the attacker shifted and threatened my rogue to forget about the posters and tell others also to stay away from the Ravenswood Pack. My rogue was passing Ravenswood some time ago but cautiously because the Alpha is unstable, and he recognized the person who threatened him as Beta of Ravenswood."

"Why was he even there if Ravenswood is so dangerous for rogues?" Julius asks.

"The reward to those who will help find Pearl is big. Any rogue would like to get it, so they accept the risk of the mad Alpha. One of our allies I also talked to told me that all these missing girls from Ravenswood didn't make sense because, during his whole rule, Alpha has never, never exiled anybody. The punishment for betrayal was always death. Alpha Ravenswood hates rogues and would never add new to their numbers. On no one literally no one heard about none of these girls since their banishment."

"And what do you think really happened?" Julius asks again, and I tremble uncomfortably; somehow, I'm sure I won't like her answer.

"I think they were never banished; he killed them and made the story up to avoid questions." She says lowly. "I think he can't accept what he did to his Luna, and that's why he kills the girls he sleeps with. I compared them, and they all have some resemblance to his dead wife."

"Ivory is also like her mother, Pearl not, but according to what I was told, Ivory resembles her very much," I say in a dead tone feeling sick. I know what idea that bastard had for his own daughter.

"And how is Jason? I really like him," Alexa changes the subject. "Fiona moved back home; I almost pity her; she is literally divided in half."

"I think Jason wants to give this relationship a chance but doesn't want to be pushy. Fiona cannot reject him now because of her pregnancy, so..." I answer her question.

"I told you I almost pity her, she brought it on herself,  but the mess she put herself in is really big. She still looks up blindly to Brandon, but I know that Jason managed to put a first dent in her conviction."

"And how is Brandon?" I dare to ask, but both she and Julius look at each other, a bit unsure.

"He behaves extremely calmly, but something is just not right, but I can't name what. I think that Fiona moved back home because even she notices that something is odd with him."

I feel Julius's warm hand on mine.

"Don't worry, the final hearing is in two weeks, and after that, Brandon will no longer have immunity, Natasha will force the truth out of him, and he will finally be punished for abusing his own mate."

"But banishing or whipping would not change that we are marked," I say, not feeling too sure of myself.

"I don't care, you are mine, and he will never touch you again," Julius says.

Subconsciously I reach Brandon's mark, but it seems less swollen than yesterday, and I wonder why.