Mate inbreeding (Lone Star Pack 3)

Blood.

Hector's POV

It all happened so fast, one moment I was been seduce by my mate and in an I instant he's shielding me from danger with his body.

His body was over mind blocking the debris from hit me.

My vision was cloudy due to dust cover. I could feel water droplets fall in my face.

Even through all of what was happening I could only think about him.

In the mids of an earthquake and with the whole world shaking only the heat that was coming of his body bothered me.

Everything else was unimportant.

The earth stop shaking finally but the bunker was still clouded with dust.

It took awhile for the dust to settle.

"Emm," I heard my mate grunt and fall over beside me.

He was groaning in pain, I could tell he was suffering.

Each sound of agony he made was a dagger been pierced through my heart.

I got up of the ground and reached for him, what I felt next was his body but no longer was he warm.

He's body temperature was dropping fast.

Standing over him I stepped in a sticky liquid.

Looking down the dust had clear enough for me to see.

I was standing in a puddle of my mates blood.

His chest had been pierce several times with iron pipes and he was bleeding out.

"No no no," I said to myself. He was there looking at me with a smile on his face as blood ran from his mouth.

"I love you so much," he said muffled as he coughed and more blood gush out of his chest.

"I won't let you die as yet you fu*ker," I tell him.

I grab the iron pipes and start to pull them out, put with each pull I made he was losing blood.

"Get help, but he'll die by the time you return," I said as I talk to myself.

Finally I made up my mind, I pulled out all the pipes and got a towel to apply pressure to the wounded.

But it was no use, he was slowly slipping away.

He raised his hand against my face and rub his hand back ever so gently against my cheek.

"I wish we had more time," he says and his hands falls down lifeless as his eyes close.

"Awhoo," I howl as the animal in me goes wild as he watches his mate die.

"I can't let him die," I said and bit my wrist.

After my canines cut through my arteries and veins.

Blood runs out, I held his head and force feed him my blood with my lips.

I watched and waited to see if it would work.

"Work dam it," I whisper as I held his head in my lap.

His wounds in his chest start to close up slowly and color returns to his face.

Only the scars remain, "thank god it work," I thought as I looked down at my mate.

"What the f*ck is wrong with me," I thought as I shake my head.

"I'm suppose to hate him, why did I save him," I wonder as I looked down at him.

I put his head gently on the ground and walked towards the bed that was in the bunker.

I pulled down the bed and got it ready, walking back were he was lying on the ground.

I bend, "fuc* your heavy," I said as I tried to lift him up.

It was impossible for me to move him in his current condition without hurting him.

I took the mattress off the bed and put it on the ground then I rolled him onto it.

After covering him up I went into the tunnel to get help.

I can't believe I'm giving up my hide out for him but when I remember how he throw himself over me I don't care much.

But I couldn't get out, the tunnel was blocked in.

"We're trap in here," I mumble under my breath.

I went back inside the bunker, my mate was still out cold.

I had a phone some where in here, but no matter how hard I looked I couldn't find it.

"It must be buried under all the debris," I told myself and start to search through the debris but no sign of the phone.

I was tired from digging through the debris.

I went to bed on the iron bed, but it was uncomfortable.

Each moved I moved something cut me.

Looking at my mate that i gave my comfortable mattress and it made me envious.

Then i notice that his body was shaking and he was clutching the sheet.

"He's cold," I thought and I got up and went to lay down   beside him.

"Nothings wrong with this, I'm helping him," I told myself as I drew close to him.

I've never felt this at peace than I am now but I couldn't sleep because something was poking me.

Putting my head under the sheet I travel down pass his navel until I saw his waist and I went lower until I saw it.

It was hard, long and hot, I knew what it was but I didn't care at first but I've become curious.

I didn't get to take a good look at his tool earlier due to me wanting to save him.

But now for some odd reason I wanted to. Pulling back the sheets I saw his c*ock.

It was seem hard and it look so big already. As I looked at it I wanted to touch it.

I slowing extend my hand and grasp his co*k it was scorching hot to the touch.

This was the first time I've touched another mans tool.

As I examine his tool it got hard in my hand.

No more was it limp and bend.

It had become hard as a nail and with thick veins all over his tool.

As his tool expanded in my hand I got hard as well.

I've never played with myself because of my pass, but I was tempted to now.

"Don't do this," I tell myself and reluctantly let go of his hot, hard tool.

I cover up his tool but he was still hard and his tool was pitching at tent under the sheets.

I couldn't sleep as my focus was on his tool as it stayed hard all through the night.

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