Taming His Wild Heart [Wolves of Emerald Valley 5] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Jane Perky

  Six had said those words awkwardly, like he’d never done any of those things before.

  “Let me give you an education,” Dante said, holding out a hand, which Six automatically took.

  The Omega beamed up at him, and fuck, but that smile melted his insides. What the hell was happening to Dante?

  “Room’s this way.” Thank God, his room was on the first floor. Reaching the door, he was surprised when Six reached for his arm. He froze, letting the Omega run fingers up Dante’s forearm to his shoulder.

  “Can I get a kiss?”

  Shit, but this Omega was so adorable.

  Dante didn’t do kisses for a reason. The simple act seemed more intimate than sex, and besides, he had other uses for his lover’s mouth. This time, he didn’t hesitate. He tipped Six’s chin, noticing the change in Six’s breathing, the way Six’s eyes dilated, flecks of gold appearing in brown eyes—a sign Six’s wolf was on the surface, eager to meet his more powerful and dominant beast head-on.

  He took Six’s lips, taking his time to enjoy the sweet taste of the Omega. Dante nipped on Six’s upper lip and sucked on the Omega’s lower lip. Six responded with equal passion, kissing with a tender naivety that only stoked the fire building inside Dante. Then bolder now, Six slipped a hand past his shirt to feel his muscles. The electric shock of that simple touch went straight to Dante’s dick, but he could smell Six’s arousal in the air, too.

  Dante prodded his tongue between Six’s lips, and Six opened up for him. He caught Six’s wandering hand and pulled from the kiss. Six panted, looking startled, and stared at the wrist Dante gripped.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Six sounded worried, and maybe he ought to be. Dante wasn’t entirely certain he could control himself fully around this gorgeous Omega.

  “No, in fact, if you’re good, I might just let you pet me even more.” Dante raised Six’s wrist and pressed a kiss to Six’s racing pulse.

  He opened the door, and they were inside. Six pawed at him again, and Dante was eager to comply. They rid each other of their clothes within seconds. Six took a deep breath, looking him up and down.

  “You’re magnificent,” Six whispered.

  “Well, little Omega. You’re quite the lovely sight, too.” Dante devoured every inch of Six’s slender body with his eyes. The only imperfection Six bore was the pack tattoo on his neck. If only Dante could erase that hideous mark, which acted like a brand chaining Six to his pack.

  Six could be ours forever, his wolf whispered.

  All Dante had to do was claim Six’s body, then his heart. Give Six his mate mark, except the consequences of that single action could be far-reaching and devastating. He’d once hunted down a rogue werewolf who had decided to run away with one of the pack’s Omegas, even though the Omega had been promised to someone else. Dante had brought back the werewolf alive, as per Randall’s instructions.

  He didn’t need to know what Randall and his enforcers had done to the poor werewolf behind closed doors. Dante had heard the screams when he’d left, screams that still echoed in his head sometimes at night. When Dante had spared that werewolf’s life, he hadn’t realized he was delivering the man to further torment.

  Six looked uncertain again. Dante’s thoughts must have reflected on his face. He decided to do better to deliver on his promise. He held out a hand, and Six brightened, taking it. Dante led Six to the bed, planted a hand on his chest, and gave him a push on the bed. Six let out a surprised yelp.

  Positioned on the edge of the bed, Six looked like a delicious offering. Dante licked his lips, pulse quickening at the prospect of rutting this sweet Omega.

  He ran a possessive hand down Six’s thigh. Six’s muscles tensed underneath him, but Six’s dick lengthened. He flicked away the leaking pre-cum on Six’s prick with a finger, making Six shudder. God, but Six was so responsive to his touch.

  “Tell me,” he said, voice edged with rough need. “How many men have you been with before me, lovely Six?”

  Chapter Three

  “No one,” Six whispered so softy Dante barely caught the words.

  Startled, he paused from playing with Six’s dick. “You’re a virgin?”

  Six blushed from the roots of his hair to his neck. Pink, Dante decided, was a good color on his Omega. Fuck. But six wasn’t his Omega, no matter how much he wished it.

  Dante hesitated, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “I can’t be your first. You deserve better.”

  Dante was about to turn away and pick up his clothes. He wouldn’t tell Six to leave. Six could spend the night. Maybe Dante could buy the Omega breakfast later, before driving Six back to the compound. His wolf hated the idea. The animal struggled to the surface of his skin, warring with him. He gritted his teeth, except Six grabbed his arm.

  “Don’t leave, please.” Panic rose in Six’s eyes. “I don’t want my first to be Spike. Please. I’d rather it be you.”

  “Spike?” Cold fury entered his voice. Dante knew of Randall’s brother, of course. That fucker killed and fucked whoever he wanted, would have torn the Ridgeback Pack in two, and Randall wouldn’t stop him. Spike was Randall’s sole weakness—a dangerous, mean, dominant wolf that any decent pack leader would have put down a long time ago.

  Six avoided his gaze. “He’s to be my mate, but I don’t want him to give him this one thing. Please. I want to surrender my purity to someone I trust and I’m attracted to.”

  “You can’t give your trust away that simply to anyone, little wolf. You don’t know a thing about me.” To prove his point, Dante blanketed his body over Six, but used his arms to keep his weight off the Omega.

  “That might be true, but I know you’re good.” Then Six leaned across to kiss him again. Dante tasted Six’s surety, his lust, and that shattered his resolve to stay away. Why resist, when Six felt so good under him? Worse, it felt right.

  Dante took over, kissing Six hard, rough enough to draw a bit of blood. Six clawed at him, but using his good hand, he pinned Six’s wrists above his head. “Behave,” he chided. “I want to enjoy you in peace.”

  Six hissed at him, just like a cat. Amused, Dante lowered his head again and tasted Six slowly, taking his time. If this moment was all they were getting, then he was going to make sure Six would never forget his first time with a real man.

  * * * *

  Six could hardly believe his luck. A moment ago, Dante had nearly backed away, but his determination paid off. He thought Alphas like Dante were impatient, would rather get right to the thick of the action. It turned out he was wrong, because Dante seemed to be in no hurry. Dante kissed and nipped, bit and sucked down the line of his body.

  He shuddered at the assault of his senses, how each touch and press of lips felt like little licks of fire on his skin. Prior to this, Six had been educated by the trainers at the compound about what to expect during a mating. Six had also experimented and masturbated on his own, but lessons were nothing compared to the real deal.

  Dante took his left nipple into his mouth and gave it a tug with his teeth. Six squirmed, dick thickening, and he was all too aware of Dante’s huge prick, pressing up against his stomach like heated steel. Could such a big dick really fit inside his tiny hole?

  Dante paused from his task and asked, “What are you thinking of?”

  “About your prick.” He blushed after that.

  Dante smirked and palmed his belly, his big and callused hand soothing. “Don’t worry your head off, little Omega. I’ll take good care of you. We’ll go slow, careful.”

  Six nodded, liking the notion of that. Dante kissed his way down his body again, leaving him wanting more. When Dante reached his dick, he cried out, eyes wide. Dante met his gaze, blue eyes turning completely yellow. Dante’s wolf peeked at him, all savage want, but he wasn’t scared. He knew the Alpha would guide him, make this experience pleasurable for both of them.

  Dante flicked a tongue over his cockhead. Six shuddered, the pressure building inside of him threatening to bur
st, but Dante gave his balls a squeeze. “Hold it back a little longer for me. Can you do that, pet?”

  He nodded. Dante gave his shaft a few licks, tracing the veins, every ridge. Six clawed at the sheets, needing something to hold to. Dante then took his prick between his lips, and live electricity pulsed inside of him. The powerful Alpha bobbing his head up and down was an erotic image, one he’d treasure and remember after their night was over.

  Sadness welled inside of him at that thought, but he swiftly put it aside to focus on the gorgeous male in front of him.

  “Dante,” he whispered.

  The Alpha seemed to understand and pulled his mouth away, moving to kiss him on the lips again, so he could taste himself on the Alpha. Then Dante gave his dick a few tugs.

  “Come for me, Omega.” An order he couldn’t resist.

  With a loud cry, he came, spilling his cum over Dante’s abs.

  He was distinctively aware of Dante lifting his legs over those broad shoulders curling with inked thorns. Spread like this, he felt exposed, his need sharpened to a fine point. The haze in his mind began to clear. Dante must have known Omegas from his pack were self-lubricating, because the Alpha pushed a finger in him and didn’t seem surprised to find him slick and ready.

  “I’ll widen and stretch you before I fuck you, okay?” Dante’s voice was uncontrolled, but the Alpha added a second finger in and made twisting motions.

  “Okay,” he whispered. “Will it hurt?”

  “Only for a little bit. After, I’ll make you fly again, though.”

  He nodded. “I’m ready.”

  Dante chuckled, the sound low and sexy. “Not yet.”

  Dante added a third finger, before replacing them with his dick. Six stilled, feeling Dante’s leaking cockhead brushing against his puckered entrance. Dante seemed to have sensed his anxiety and kissed him on the mouth again, calming him. His wolf howled inside of him, ready, eager, so unlike the mind-numbing fear they’d experienced after learning Spike was going to be their mate.

  Then Dante pulled his mouth away and pushed in. He gasped. Dante was so big.

  “Breathe in for me, pet. That’s good. Keep doing that.”

  He urged his inner muscles to relax, and once Dante thrust past the stubborn ring of muscles, it was easier. Finally, he felt Dante’s balls brushing against his ass and Dante, buried to the hilt in him, stretching him completely.

  “Good job, pet.” Dante gripped his waist and began to move, strokes steady, sure, until the initial burn faded away, replaced by something else—sheer ecstasy.

  “That’s so good,” he whispered.

  Dante found a rhythm which both of them liked, going deeper with each steady thrust. Each time, their bodies kissed, something in him shifting, his wolf deciding this wonderful male, this Alpha, was theirs.

  That would never be, but for tonight, he could pretend he belonged to this amazingly rough but tender man.

  “That’s it, pet.” Dante reached for his prick, already at half-mast, and began stroking it. He moaned at the dual sensation of Dante’s hand and dick, moving in and out of him, stroking faster.

  The next time Dante entered him, the Alpha brushed a secret spot inside of him. He whimpered, but Dante didn’t back down and kept aiming for his prostate. He linked his fingers behind the Alpha’s neck, nails digging into skin, but Dante didn’t seem to mind.

  Dante took his lips again, burning him from the inside out, until he was nothing but liquid, heated sensation. He clawed at Dante’s shoulders, moaning when Dante withdrew and fucked him faster, harder.

  “I’m close,” he whispered.

  Dante licked at his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “Good.”

  The Alpha brushed slightly pointed teeth on the spot between shoulder and neck, fixated on it, and he froze, realizing the significance of that spot. It was where Dante could put his mate mark, tying Six forever to the Alpha. Silently, he willed the Alpha to do it, despite knowing it was a selfish wish.

  If Dante mated him, they were both essentially dead men. His pack, led by Spike and Randall, would hunt them to the ends of the earth. Dante pulled away and focused on his face. His lips parted as his breathing quickened. Dante brushed against that special place once more, and his dick gave one last twitch in Dante’s hand. He emptied his load, crying out as his mind went blank and little fireworks went off inside of him.

  Dante pistoned in and out of him a little longer, before letting out a triumphant growl, filling his ass with warmth. He let out a content sigh. Dante rolled off him, and he thought they were done, except Dante tugged him close. Six settled against the big Alpha, his back pressed against Dante’s muscled chest. This felt good, amazing.

  The trainers at the compound never told them cuddling after sex could be this good.

  Chapter Four

  Two weeks later

  Dante was in a miserable mood, although there was no reason to be. Country music, usually soothing to his ears, played in the background. He eyed all his mated friends—Crash, Atlas, Lee, and Colton—and took another swing of his drink. God. He hated all of them. They were all lone Alphas without any allegiance to any group of pack, all immune to the mate call, or so he thought.

  Being the only unmated man in the group was a little hard to look over, when all his friends were sickeningly happy. Mark giggled on Crash’s lap, while Crash whispered dirty things all of them could overhear with their supernatural hearing. Atlas and Joe stared at each other, idiotic grins on their faces.

  Lee and his vampire mate Magnus were by the bar, in their own little world, and even Colton and Jerry were somewhere here, too, probably locked in the men’s room doing a little sexy times. He blew out a frustrated breath. Dante had been propositioned several times ever since he walked in the bar. Word was out that his other friends were taken, leaving him to the mercy of the desperate and sex addicted.

  There used to be a time he’d have considered that heaven. Dante didn’t want flighty bedmates anymore, lovers who left first thing in the morning after they both got what they wanted. Jesus. He’d been in a funk for two weeks now, a record for him. Ever since he’d had that one wild and unforgettable night with Six, he couldn’t seem to hold his dick up for anyone else.

  God. Six was something else. Dante had nearly been tempted to give Six his mate mark that night, which would have meant Six had to leave the Ridgeback Pack. He’d entertained that notion, too. Six could run away with him back to Emerald Valley.

  Good thing Six had better sense than him. When Dante woke up that morning, Six had been gone, leaving nothing but his lingering scent and a note. He’d been pissed, but when he’d tracked Six, the trail had disappeared back into the compound. Not wanting to risk comprising Six, he had left, in a cold mood.

  “What’s with you lately?” Colton asked, and Dante realized Colton was addressing him.

  He gave his friend a nonchalant shrug. “Me? Same old, same old.”

  “Something about you seems off, different.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘moody,’” Crash pointed out.

  “Moody? Me? Never.”

  “Really? Because guys have been passing you their numbers and hitting on you all night, and you’ve refused them all. Something must be up with the resident playboy,” Atlas said.

  “Knock it off and mind your own business. I’ve just been in a funk, but I’ll be right as rain soon.”

  Lies came to Dante easily. but they were white lies. He trusted his friends with his life. When a life or death situation arose, they always had each other’s backs. They were the brothers he never had, but sometimes, brothers could be interfering dicks.

  Dante took a swing of his beer again, annoyed it came out empty. “I’m getting another bottle. Anyone want any?”

  “Me,” Atlas said.

  He nodded, exiting the booth, relieved his friends were no longer focused on him. Dante had a feeling he was never going to recover after that little
night with Six. He planned on discreetly reaching out to Randall soon, asking the Alpha if he had any extra work for Dante. Dante could pretend to be strapped for cash or something, any reason to catch a glimpse of Six again, although Six had explicitly written in his letter not to contact him.

  What right did the Omega have to demand that of Dante?

  Dante sauntered over to the bar. From the other end, Lee paused from his conversation with Magnus to give him a nod.

  “Two beers,” he told King, the massive shifter behind the bar.

  “Coming right up,” muttered the gruff bartender.

  “Heya, handsome. You here with anyone?” asked a venom-sweet voice. A slender, good-looking blond shifter took the empty seat right next to him and gave him quick once over, then a wink.

  What the hell—maybe he should take up Atlas’ suggestion, take home someone, anyone, and forget his troubles for a night. He was about to flirt back, when the bar door slammed open and the most tantalizing scent hit his nose. Like a magnet drawn to its polar opposite, he turned his head, locking sights on his prey.

  Seeing that familiar profile, he was up on his feet. It couldn’t be, and yet Six was there, in the flesh, looking uncertain, panicked. Six wore a loose red flannel shirt, worn-in jeans, and dusty red Converse sneakers. A barrel-chested bastard bear shifter in his early forties—Buddy, who owned the bakery two streets across—got in the way of Six’s path. Huge mistake. A snarl slipped from his lips.

  “Hey, what about me?” the blond shifter whined behind him, which Dante ignored.

  One step, two. He was close enough to hear Buddy hit on his fucking Omega. His.

  “Sweet thing, you look out of place here. Want me to show you a good time?” Buddy only got those words out, because Dante reacted without thinking, fist flying, slamming the bear shifter out of the way.

  Seeing him, Six looked relieved, then bit his lip. Something was wrong, and he knew it. Bruises peeked from underneath the collar of Six’s shirt and Six had a fading black eye. That enraged him, but before he could demand Six tell him what the fuck had happened, Buddy got in his face again.