Special Delivery

Ryland drove a mail truck up to the front door and pulled the brim of his hat down a little lower. "Hello?" He disguised his voice and knocked sharply. "I need you to sign for this." He smiled at his poor disguise.

"William, how are you my dear," Ryland grinned. "I have something for you. Don't worry, it won't bite or poison you."

Ryland raised an eyebrow and smirked. This should be interesting. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a metal choker necklace with William's personal crest attached to it. Before his former mate could react he sprung forward and put the necklace on William's neck. The charm hung delicately against William's collarbone. "I don't care what you think of me or the clan. That was made for you and no one else can wear it. Do you understand me?"

Ryland grabbed William's face so he'd have to stop hissing and let go. "I thought I'd have more time. I thought it would be finished sooner." He shrugged. "It doesn't matter if you're not mine anymore. It's your crest. You can branch off on your own. You're special, William. I knew you were when I picked you. Not every male vampire is able to become pregnant and multiple births is even more rare."

"Two or three?" Ryland grinned. "Three. I have my ways. I hear you have a little healer friend. I think I'll have to pay him a visit." Ryland took step back so he wouldn't be too close to William. He didn't want to accidently see the man's stomach and ruin his plans. "The necklace will help protect you. Not against me of course but other people. That's one of the things it was made for."

"Violent," Ryland raised both his hands in surrender. "Is he that good a friend? Who is he?" Ryland thought a moment and guessed, "Butcher?"

"Why weren't you like that when you were my mate?" Ryland grinned. "I should have gotten you some friends."

Ryland's smile faded instantly. "Oh? And yet you like to be taken on the front lawn of Carden's home. Sounds like a whore to me." He glared back at William and reached out to grab his wrist.

Ryland yanked William out of the doorway, eyes focused on the beautiful man's face. "Where's your little lover now, Billy Boy?"

"You like it ouside, don't you? That's one thing we never did," Ryland said menacingly.

Ryland just held on tighter and gently place William on the ground, stomach down. "So? It will be fun." He wiped off William's saliva with a grimace.

"I'm sorry," Ryland shifted William so his stomach wasn't touching the ground and he was more or less kneeling. "It will only last a moment. I promise." He started ripping his former mate's clothes off happily.

"I'll take care of you, William," Ryland whispered into his ear from behind and shredded the singer's last stitch of clothing. Even when he was done William wouldn't be able to put the same outfit back on again. He undid his pants and reached into his boxers to give himself a few quick strokes, already half hard. "I'll take care of you," he stuffed the remains of William's shirt into his mouth.