Dancing Around The Cop

by Lisa Oliver

  pretty quickly.

  “It’s okay,” Max persisted. “Look Joel and I have been talking,

  and you know, you’re twenty four. Being a virgin at that age is

  almost unheard of.”

  “I just haven’t met the right guy yet. It takes trust you know.”

  Terry felt his face flush and was glad of the dim lighting. He really

  didn’t want to be having this conversation, especially with

  someone he considered a friend.

  “Exactly.” Max beamed. “So that was why me and Joel, well we

  wondered if you’d be interested in a threesome with us, for your

  first time. I know you trust us and I’ll make sure you have the

  night of your life. Once you’ve done it once, then you will have

  more confidence in meeting other men – you’ll be able to find

  someone for yourself.”

  “I can’t,” Terry said quickly, his mind reeling. He knew his friends

  cared about him and would do anything for him, the same as he

  would for them. But this was one giant step too far.

  “It’s okay to be nervous, but me and Joel will see you right, I

  promise.”

  “Look, it’s not that, okay. I trust you guys more than you could

  ever know and that is a really sweet offer, even if it is a bit

  weird.” Terry tried to keep the smile on his face. He didn’t want

  Max to get angry with him.

  “I’ve met someone,” Terry continued. That part at least was

  true. “He and I haven’t done anything yet, but I think he could

  be important to me, you know.” Go him. Being all honest and

  actually not telling the truth.

  Max gave a huge smile. “That’s freaking awesome. So when do

  we get to meet this guy of yours?”

  “Er, yeah, well that’s the problem,” Terry said. He was fairly sure

  his straight mate would never want to hang out with his gay

  friends. But he wasn’t going to mention the straight angle to any

  of his friends. He would just be dissed further for being silly

  enough to moon over some straight guy. “He just wants me for

  sex, and I’m hanging out for a date. Silly, I know, but hey, it will

  be my first time and I want it to mean something.”

  “If he just wants sex then he is not the person for you,” Max said

  firmly, pulling Terry in for a hug. “We all know you’re a

  relationship kind of guy.”

  “Don’t see how you can think that,” Terry said, his words muffled

  by Max’s chest. “I’ve never had even a date before.”

  “It’ll come, my friend,” Max’s voice soothed him as they rocked

  together to the music. “And if it doesn’t then you come and see

  me and Joel. We’ll make things right for you.”

  Terry wasn’t going to cry, he just wasn’t. But it was hard not to.

  Why couldn’t his mate, the one man who was given to him by

  the Fates, treat him with the same amount of kindness and

  respect? Max and Joel only had the best of intentions at heart,

  even if their offer made Terry feel a little uncomfortable. But

  deep inside Terry had always known he would find his mate one

  day, and he had hung onto the belief his mate would accept him

  for who he was. That was why he had never taken up the human

  offers he’d had for dates, kissing and blowjobs in the bathroom.

  He wanted romance and by hell, he wasn’t giving up his virginity,

  or his pride, until he got it.

  /~/~/~/~/

  Zander growled as he watched Terry leaving his friend’s car with

  a smile and a wave, heading up the steps to his dingy front door.

  It was two o’clock in the morning and from the tight jeans his

  mate was wearing and a barely there top under his colorful

  jacket, Terry had been out having fun. While he’d been sitting in

  the dark for hours, reduced to staking out his mate. As Zander

  watched Terry open the door, stepping inside without a care

  about his safety, he struggled with what he should do.

  When he’d arrived, the plan had been simple. He’d grabbed

  some takeout food on the way to Terry’s place and planned to

  use the offer of food as a way to get in the door. In his mind,

  Terry would be so overwhelmed by his presence, his Alpha

  personality and the fact that Zander had brought food with him

  that any talking about a date would go out the window. Food

  constituted a date right? But Terry hadn’t been home, and over

  the hours that Zander had waited for him he’d eaten everything.

  Given how late it was, chances were Terry would be getting

  ready for bed, and was hardly likely to want a horny visitor.

  But maybe he would? Zander thought with a grin. The mate pull

  had to work in his favor, right? He was the Alpha of the two and

  Terry was only an Omega. Grin firmly in place, Zander got out

  of his car and hurried across the street. He needed to get his

  mate to move to a new neighborhood if he was going to keep

  visiting Terry at his home. His car wouldn’t be safe for too long

  where it was parked.

  Knocking loudly on the door, Zander strained his ears to hear

  signs of any movement inside the apartment. He heard a shuffle

  of feet on carpet and then the unmistakable click of a gun.

  “I have a gun and I’m not afraid to use it,” Zander heard Terry

  yell out. “Go away or I’ll call the police.”

  Nice to know his little mate wasn’t stupid, but the last thing

  Zander wanted was for Terry to call the police. That would be

  too embarrassing for words.

  “Terry, it’s me, Detective Samuels. Open up, I want to talk to

  you,” he called out through the door. He tried to keep his voice

  down. It was entirely the wrong neighborhood for him to be

  advertising his position.

  “Zander? What are you doing here at this time of night?” Terry

  opened the door, but left the chain on, which the policeman side

  of Zander appreciated, even if his horny side didn’t. Zander could

  see he’d been right and his little mate was ready for bed. An

  adorable pair of sleep pants hugged those narrow hips, but

  Terry’s chest was pale skinned in the dim shadow of the street

  light. Zander felt his eyes widen at the sight and he wanted so

  desperately to touch – to see if the skin was as soft as it

  promised to be.

  “I said, what are you doing here at this hour? This is hardly time

  to come picking me up for a date. Most polite people at least call

  first and make a time.”

  Fuck. That D word again. Zander winced and then tried to look

  reassuring, sexy and Alpha all in the one go. Not an easy thing

  to pull off, but Zander had years of practice.

  “I was here earlier. I had even brought food. I thought we could

  talk.”

  “I know exactly what you’re here for and it’s got nothing to do

  with food or talking,” Terry said with a snort that Zander found

  unusually sexy.

  Zander lowered his voice and was pleased when Terry seemed

  to lean in to hear him. “You know what I want little one. It’s the

  mating curse. I can smell your arousal from here. You feel it too.

  We can have an arrangement, you and I. No need for anyone


  else to know. Just let me in, let me claim you and I promise I’ll

  give you a night you’ll never forget.”

  See, look at him being all charming and seductive. Unfortunately

  his little mate must be lacking in the brain department somehow

  because Terry didn’t seem to get the gift Zander was offering.

  If anything he pulled back and a scowl marred his beautifully fine

  face.

  “Corny much? I’ll spell this out for you really carefully, so even

  your Alpha brain can understand. I’m a virgin. Untouched and

  pure as the fur on my wolfen skin. For anyone to get in my ass

  I demand at least dinner and a proper date first. Takeout food is

  not a date. Banging on my door at two o’clock in the morning

  isn’t a date. I know what a date is, and I’m not putting out until

  I’ve had a fucking date. I deserve some romance, you idiot,

  especially seeing as we are mates. You got that? And as for your

  arrangement you can stuff it. I won’t be anyone’s dirty little

  secret, especially my mate’s. Now good night.” And without

  waiting for a reply Terry slammed the door in Zander’s face.

  Zander walked slowly back to his car. He didn’t want to leave,

  but he wasn’t about to keep hanging around on Terry’s doorstep

  if the man wasn’t going to let him in. He should be really angry

  at the way Terry had spoken to him, Terry being a lesser ranked

  wolf and all, but Zander found himself grinning instead. The little

  Omega had a lot of fire in that tiny, definitely sexy body. His

  virginity was an amazing bonus. Zander had never expected

  that, especially as he knew Terry was twenty four and had been

  to college and living away from home for years. Zander felt a

  swell of pride at thinking his would be the only hands that

  touched that delectable body, his mouth would be the only one

  that Terry kissed and his ass was Zander’s for all eternity. Only

  his.

  Feeling a shiver of excitement, something usually reserved for

  drug busts and taking down criminals, Zander started his car,

  his head full of plans. His mate wanted romance. Wanted a date.

  But he said he only wanted a date, before he’d give up access to

  his body. Zander was a smart man, he could work something out

  with Terry without compromising any other part of his life. He

  had heard about what Terry had said about not wanting to be a

  secret, but they were mates. Once claimed, Terry would do

  whatever he said because he would be the dominant one in their

  relationship. He just had to put a bit more time in, and all of his

  problems would be solved. Quickly though, he hoped. Zander

  wanted to feel that tight ass around his cock more than he

  wanted anything in the world.

  Chapter Five

  “More flowers, dearie. That hard-to-get thing you’ve got going

  on is really working for you, isn’t it.”

  Terry face flushed beetroot red as he accepted yet another bunch

  of gorgeous flowers – the fifth one he’d received since shutting

  the door on Zander’s face the week before. Every day the

  arrangement was different. Today his mate had picked out pink

  roses with white alstroemeria. Yesterday it had been a bouquet

  of rainbow roses and the day before that a gorgeous array of

  purple hydrangea, light pink spray roses and white Asiatic lilies.

  Terry adored them all – he loved flowers of all kinds, but it was

  more than a bit embarrassing having them arrive at work like

  they did.

  Ignoring Davina, Lucy and Morgana’s excited gossip, Terry

  pulled out the card, and slipped it into his pocket. He would read

  it when he got home. The cards never said much anyway. Day

  one had been simply signed with Zander’s name. Day two had

  said “thinking of you.” Day three gave a hint of a promise in its

  “looking forward to seeing you soon,” while day four had said,

  “be ready for our date night.” Presumptuous Alpha Bastard,

  Terry thought fondly. Zander wasn’t asking for a date, he was

  already assuming Terry would go.

  “And you would go to, you idiot,” Terry muttered to himself as

  he hunted around for his scissors. Thinking he had left them in

  the supply cupboard, he slipped out of the fitting room, heading

  for the small room at the end of the hall that held all of his sewing

  supplies, among other things. Terry knew he was lucky to get

  such a large workspace, especially in a club situation. But the

  Divas of Club Blue insisted on having the best in costumes and

  designers, and they loved Terry’s work. After a lot of cajoling

  on their part, Norman had let Terry use an empty closet sized

  space to store his threads, fabrics and sewing tools.

  Opening the door, and flicking on the switch, Terry frowned when

  the room remained dark. Norman might not mind spending

  money on clothes and keeping his stars happy, but he was a

  bugger for getting basic things like bulbs replaced and leaks

  fixed. Reminding himself to bring a new light bulb from home,

  Terry used his wolf senses to search out for his scissors. Just as

  he thought, he saw them glinting on the shelf at the back of the

  room. As he reached to pick them up, the half-light of the room

  suddenly went dark, and Terry heard the sound of the door

  closing and a torch being flicked on.

  “Hello, Terry. Finally alone at last I see. It’s not easy getting you

  away from your many friends.”

  “Norman. I didn’t know we had a meeting, or I would have come

  to your office,” Terry said as he palmed the scissors he had

  picked up. Being distracted had become a habit since Zander had

  come into his life, and Terry cursed himself for not being more

  careful. He had done his best to stay out of his bosses clutches,

  but now it looked like his luck might have run out.

  “We have an unofficial rule here at Club Blue,” Norman said,

  coming closer. “A rule about keeping the boss happy at all times.

  You are going to get on your knees and suck my dick boy, or I

  won’t be happy, and if I’m not happy I might just fire you. So

  what are you going to do to keep me happy?”

  “I won’t exchange sexual favors for my job,” Terry said fiercely,

  clutching the scissors in his hand. “That’s sexual harassment and

  I’ll sue you for every cent you’ve got if you come any closer. I

  know my rights. Touch me and I’ll do you for assault.”

  “No one is going to believe you boy,” Norman said, coming so

  close that Terry could smell alcohol on the man’s breath. “Your

  nothing but a little faggot, with a mouth built for me to fuck.

  Now get on your knees and open wide, because I’m not giving

  you a choice.”

  Clutching the scissors he was too scared to use, Terry did the

  only other thing he could think of. He opened his mouth and

  screamed as loud as he could stopping only when Norman

  backhanded him across the face. Terry fell to his knees. His head

  was throbbing, his lip was split and he watched in horror as

  Norman was fiddling with his pants, getting them open, pulling
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  out an obscenely fat, blessedly short dick.

  “No,” Terry screamed once more as Norman grabbed his head,

  forcing him towards his crotch. Terry could feel his wolf

  struggling, but he didn’t dare shift. He screamed again as

  Norman hit him with his free hand.

  “Suck my dick,” Norman yelled, his face so red that Terry hoped

  the man would have a heart attack.

  “I said no,” Terry yelled, and without thinking he swung his hand

  containing the scissors, catching Norman across the top of his

  thigh, missing the cock by inches. Blood poured out the wound

  and Norman staggered back, falling to the floor. Just then the

  door to the supply room burst open and two uniformed police

  officers burst in, followed by the one face Terry didn’t want to

  see. Detective Samuels with another blond man, also in a suit,

  probably his partner.

  “That man attacked me,” Norman yelled as soon as he saw the

  uniforms. “Arrest him immediately and get me an ambulance.

  Throw the book at him. He tried to kill me.”

  Terry trembled as the two uniformed men came towards him.

  His eyes were drawn to Zander even as he dropped the scissors,

  putting his hands behind his back when he was ordered to,

  feeling the cuffs tighten harshly around his wrists. All he could

  do was shake his head, his eyes pleading with Zander to do

  something, anything. But there was absolutely no emotion on

  the Alpha’s face.

  It wasn’t until the two uniforms were dragging him away that

  Zander stopped them, and Terry looked up, hope shining in his

  eyes. His mate would make things right, surely he would.

  “Make sure the suspect sees a doctor before you take him in for

  questioning,” Zander said, his tone curt and professional. A

  chilling contrast to the seductive tones he had used just a few

  nights before. Terry dropped his head. Zander didn’t want him.

  Clearly never did. It really didn’t matter what happened to him

  now, as far as Terry was concerned he might as well be dead.

  No one said anything to him as he was half pulled, half pushed

  through the fitting room where the Divas were standing, horror

  etched on their faces. Terry was just about to go out of the door,

  when Davina yelled out, “Stay strong, little darling. I’ll get you

  a lawyer, the best money can buy. That pig Norman deserved