Again that easy-going appearance was overshadowed by a hint of steely alpha. And, he might have been directing that comment to the Graydon, as well. “All we need is a place to set up our camper and tents.”
“Certainly. We have space cleared for both your packs.” Lorcan gestured toward a sigma. “This is Thomas,” he said when the pack member approached. “He will see to all of your needs. We have an evening feast planned. I hope that our packs will form strong alliances and friendships for generations to come.”
There were a few more pleasantries exchanged, mostly between Lorcan and Elijah. Graydon contributed little, although he stayed to listen. His focus remained on Ethan, despite the obvious dead-end the boy represented.
“Come, Loki,” Bard said steering him away from the porch railing. “I have need of you before the gathering begins in earnest.”
Loki allowed his mate to guide him past the others, through the longhouse and over to their hut. They took an indirect path, although it served to keep them well clear of their guests. He would have asked what was going on, except he could scent his mate’s arousal, see the evidence of it in the bulge that pressed against the gamma’s jeans. And, his wolf had gone from on alert to prancing and yipping with Bard’s.
Bard sighed. It was the only warning he gave before turning to scoop Loki up in his arms. “Sorry, baby.”
Wrapping his arms around his mate’s neck, Loki giggled. “For what?”
“Being so possessive.”
“Is that what this is?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“Yes, as you well know. All those dominants entering your orbit are making my wolf a little crazy. He needs some affirmation.”
Loki laughed. “Oh, your wolf does. I understand completely.”
Bard managed to swat Loki’s ass even as he picked up speed. “Brat.”
Loki was still laughing when they reached their hut. Bard stripped them both before they’d reached their bedroom. After tossing the beautiful quilt aside, the gamma tried to place him on his back. But Loki was too quick for his mate, and instead twisted to throw a leg across him. Surprise gave him the momentum to turn the tables, toppling the gamma. Bard looked up at him in shock, then delight.
“My frisky, little mate. What do you have planned?”
Loki flashed his eyes before saying, “This.”
He shimmied down the broad body, running his fingers over every inch of skin he could reach. This was one of the best things about being mated—having access to Bard’s powerful body and being able to enjoy it almost any time he wanted and in all ways that pleased him. Bard never denied him.
He slid his ass over the hard length jutting out. He moaned at the delightful way it rubbed at his typically itchy hole. Bard grunted and bucked up.
Loki pressed on the man’s pelvis to hold him in place. Bard let him, even though they both knew that if the gamma wanted, he could toss Loki off with no effort. He gave Loki the illusion of control and for that alone, he loved the man.
Once Bard settled down, Loki wrapped both hands around the thick shaft. One hand was not enough to enable him to jerk the gamma’s cock. He slid his fingers slowly up and down, using his thumbs to rub along the bundle of nerves underneath the glans and goose the tight balls. The skin was lightly stained red, but satiny smooth except for the blue veins bulging beneath. He played with the cock for long minutes. Bard’s breathless pants told him he was doing it right.
This was only the warm-up, though. Loki wanted more. He wanted a taste. Wetting his lips, he bent over and swirled his tongue around the cockhead. The salty tang of pre-cum exploded on his taste buds. He knew from recent experience that he would coax a lot more out if he kept up the blowjob.
He also knew that he had no hope of giving his mate a proper one. The gamma’s dick was too big and Loki’s mouth too small. Still, he did his best, sucking on first the glans, then sliding more of the shaft along his tongue.
“Gods, what you do to me.” Bard groaned long and deep, bucking his hips.
The movement sent the rod deeper into Loki’s mouth, causing it to hit the back of his throat. He suppressed the gag it brought on, determined to take more in.
“Easy, baby. It’s no good for me if you make yourself sick.” Bard’s hand landed on Loki’s head and petted him.
Loki raised his eyes to stare at his mate as he fed himself even more cock. A pulse of cum dribbled down, making him cough and watering his eyes. And yet, he didn’t stop trying until Bard curled his fingers around his hair and gently lifted his head up.
“Enough, Loki. Do you not hear your wolf’s cries? He wants you to find your own relief and so do I.”
Some part of the brat still lived inside him, so he let his teeth scrape across Bard’s sensitive slit as he pulled off. Bard hissed and shot Loki a good-natured grimace. He grinned in return, but also wasted no time in sliding up to impale himself on his mate’s dick.
They both moaned as the rod slid all the way in. Loki sat squarely on Bard’s pelvis, closed his eyes and began to slowly ride him. Fingers clenched his dick and jerked with the same rhythm. For all his insistence at mounting Loki, Bard let him set a languid pace. It was this kind of consideration that told Loki he was the luckiest of omegas. Instead of pounding his way into his mate’s body to reclaim and mark what was his, Bard gave over control. It was a show of trust and respect and a direct contrast to the ancient customs of their kind.
This was the new way. Had he stayed in the arctic, Loki knew he would have been mated to someone not unlike Graydon—primitive, controlling, and seeing him as something to be bartered over and dominated. An object to possess and a vessel for pups. A shifter such as his sire. In that moment of perfect clarity, Loki gave up his anger. In the end, his sire’s perfidy had been a blessing.
Loki’s salvation.
Feeling lighter in spirit and overwhelmed with happiness, he picked up his speed. Soon, he rode his mate with an unbridled pleasure that made his wolf jump and howl. The gamma wolf responded in kind, encouraging him to break free. As he reached his peak, Loki cried out and savored the pulsing reply of his mate coming inside him. He grasped Bard’s hand, feeling his own cum coating their fingers together.
He held on tightly and poured all of his love into his touch. This was who they were, a mated pair with a bond that could never be broken. Whatever this gathering of packs brought, Loki knew in his heart that Bard was his forever and their life would be whatever they wanted.
More Books in The Rogue Pack Series:
The Rogue’s Omega
Accidentally Omega
Omega’s Breed
Taming the Omega
Omega in the Middle
Omega on the Loose
More MM Books by this Author:
The Pleasure Slaves Series:
Body Slave
Slave For Rent
Heir to a Slave
Books published with Pride Publishing:
Man Candy
One Night in a Dungeon
Safeword
Never the Groom
The Alien Slave Masters Series:
The Captain’s Pet
The Rebellious Pet
The Untamed Pet
The Captive Pet
The Inconvenient Pet
The Undercover Pet
The Alien Blood Wars Series:
Blood Dance
Dangerous Dance
Coming soon: Slave Dance
Published with Wild Rose Press:
Blue Heat
Catching Eagle’s Eye
Outside the Lines
About the Author
I'm a corporate lawyer, happily married for thirty years, with three kids and three dogs. No white picket fence, but we do live in the ’burbs west of Boston. While my husband and I still do occasionally lick chocolate off each other, our more typical evening involves lying in bed once the kids are in theirs, and reading separate books. Mine, of course, are romance. I started reading them as a defense against all
those boring legal documents. Once I started, I couldn't stop.
I've also loved erotica since I was old enough to appreciate what sex is. I love reading and writing M/M in particular. I've been publishing erotic romance since 2009.
Besides my family, writing, and reading, my loves include the sight, smell, and sounds of the ocean (I'm a New England girl through and through), chocolate (naturally), prime rib (bloody), and good bourbon on the rocks.
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