by Zoe Perdita
“Did you bring something for me?” Gunner asked.
A blush spread over Timothy’s pale cheeks. “No.” In truth, he’d thought about getting the other wolf a sandwich but decided against it. If this was some kind of power play he didn’t want to lose right off the bat.
“Have a seat, Timothy.”
The omega sat and pulled out his food, taking a long slow bite while the other wolf watched him. He wasn’t used to eating first. That’s not how things worked. He usually had to wait until the other wolves finished before he got to start. But Gunner didn’t say anything. Maybe Eurasian omegas got to eat with the rest of the pack.
“What did you want to tell me?” Timothy finally asked as he wiped the crumbs from his lips.
Gunner smirked, the bright autumn sunshine bringing out reddish highlights in his golden mane. “We have to play first.”
The omega’s heart hammered in his chest. “Play what?”
The man stood up and stripped off his coat and t-shirt. A light layer of hair covered his chest, tight with muscular definition. Strange tattoos, all symbols Timothy’d never seen before, decorated Gunner’s pale skin, running up his neck and down both perfectly toned arms. Instead of bulk, this man was built for speed and endurance.
“I’m going to chase you. If you get away, we’ll leave town. If I catch you, we’ll stay. Are you going to strip?”
Timothy bit his bottom lip, his skin prickling with something akin to electricity. Good thing the park was deserted at that moment. “I never said I’d play!”
Gunner showed his sharp canines and moved to unbutton his jeans. “You’ll play, omega, or you’ll lose. Take off your clothes. Now!”
This wolf wanted to chase him? Why? Running after an omega couldn’t be much fun! But what choice did he have? Gunner would win if he just stood there like an idiot. He could get rid of these troublesome wolves before the rest of the pack even found out about them- if he could outrun one. Did he really have a choice?
Turning on his heel, Timothy took off toward the edge of the forest skirting the park. His feet pounded over pine needles as trees whipped past him in a blur. Once the huge pines camouflaged him completely, he tore off his clothes and gave into the change. His body twisted as the animal form took over- his body shifting from a small man into a scraggly rusty-coated wolf.
Lifting his head, the omega sniffed the air, his senses sharper. Gunner’s scent came from the right, so Timothy ran left and headed deeper into the woods. Leaves cracked under his paws. The overwhelming smell of decay and damp engulfed him the farther he went. Flashes of green. The distant call of birds. Chatter of squirrels. The aching beat of his heart all followed by a steady pad of paws coming up close behind. No! To the left! Shit!
Gunner caught him on his blind side, and Timothy turned to avoid him, but lost his footing on a pile of stones. Scrambling away as the larger wolf snapped and growled and lifted his great paws to swipe. The omega leapt, but the Gunner overtook him, their great furry bodies rolling to a stop in the dirt and pine needles of the forest floor.
“You’re faster than I imagined, little omega,” Gunner said as he shifted back into his human shape.
Frowning into the ground, Timothy followed suit. The heat of the other man burned into the omega’s back, Gunner’s cock already half-hard as it pushed into the smaller man’s ass. Was the wolf going to claim him now? And what could he do to stop it? Get away! That’s what!
Timothy dug his fingers into the soft ground, pulling with all his strength to get out from under the heavier man.
The other wolf held fast, the rumble of his laughter reverberating through Timothy’s back. “Are you still trying to escape?”
“Yes. I- I won’t let you claim me!”
Teeth nipped at his earlobe, pulling and suckling until Timothy gasped. “I don’t have to claim you, little one. We can do so much more.”
“But-” Whatever the omega wanted to say died before he uttered it. Instead, Gunner’s mouth attacked his neck. Each kiss- a combination of rough stubble, soft lips and strong teeth- burned into the smaller man’s flesh. Why did his body respond like this? Enjoy the touch of this rival wolf?
Hands gripped onto his waist as the hardened head of Gunner’s cock nudged his backside.
“Don’t. Please,” Timothy panted, his body on fire.
The man chuckled and his chest rumbled against the omega’s slender back. The slight itch of Gunner chest hair excited the little wolf’s senses ever further. What would his face feel like buried in that golden mass?
“Your body says yes,” he grumbled into Timothy’s ear just as his teeth caught and pulled at the tender lobe. Then the slick tickle of a tongue traveled down the omega’s spine. The slightest hint of moisture working lower and lower, Gunner’s nails digging into the tender flesh of the smaller man’s hips.
“What are you doing?”
Hot kisses joined the fray- lips burning into his pale skin- now feverish with want. Is this why Alex and Danny gave into Jake? There minds were so clouded with lust it was impossible to do anything else but submit? Was he that weak?
The heat of Gunner’s mouth moved to Timothy’s ass, his fingers spreading the little wolf’s cheeks and exposing the puckered entrance to the cool fall air. “Oh, so pink and tight. You really are a treat, Timothy,” the man groaned as the heat of his breath blew across the smaller man’s skin.
“Wait- ahh,” the omega moaned as the slightest flick of wetness tickled his most private hole. Hot desire surged through his veins, and he wiggled under the stronger man’s touch. He shouldn’t like this- should be strong enough to get away. If this man claimed him. . . .
Slowly, Gunner ran the tip of his tongue down Timothy’s taint, and he lifted the smaller wolf’s hips for better access. The omega gasped at the shuddering pleasure of the sensation- the tickling delight coursing over his body like an electric current. Each aching lick excited his body further. How could such a small touch feel so good?
Then, with Gunner’s strong hands gripping his slender hips, the larger wolf flipped the omega on his back and smirked.
Trembling, Timothy stared at the impossibly handsome man. What was he going to do next?
With a wolfish grin in place, Gunner’s long fingers pinched at smaller wolf’s tender pink nipples- twisting each nub into an aroused mess of nerves. Each sharp turn, pull and pinch brought a moan to Timothy’s lips. A moment later, the man’s teeth joined the attack- biting and suckling at the tender skin until it turned bright red at the abuse.
Timothy tangled his fingers in the taller man’s hair, the short golden locks like silk in the omega’s fingers as the rough edge of the man’s cheek tickled his chest. How did his body smolder like that in the chilly air of the forest?
Kisses traversed the smaller wolf’s chest, heading toward his throbbing cock. Was he really going to do that? Timothy buckled his hips into Gunner’s face, his body pounding with as much need as his hungry member.
The larger wolf smirked, his green eyes bright in the shadows of the wood. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this now.”
The omega’s vision blurred- even if he wanted to stop the aching agitation his body wouldn’t let him deny his own need. Instead, he panted into the fresh forest air and stared at the man just inches from the weeping head of his shaft.
Without a word, Gunner turned so the entire length of his body covered the smaller wolf, his legs straddling the little omega’s head. Timothy looked up at the cock curled against the larger man’s stomach, the sizable length dripping just like his own. The man wanted him this much? But why? He was just a skinny little omega with an ugly scar and a blind eye. Pathetic and forgettable- right?
Then Gunner gripped his own shaft and nudged the fat tip toward the smaller wolf’s face. “Suck on it, omega.”
Timothy’s stomach fluttered at the command, and he wrapped his hand around Gunner’s dick. He’d never done this before. What if he did it wrong? Could someone do it wrong? B
ut his body ached with desire to taste it- to feel the throbbing meat of the rival wolf on his tongue. Opening his mouth, the omega tenderly licked at the tip, lapping at the girth in slow circles until the man above him moaned.
Then Gunner nudged the head into Timothy’s lips, the salty pre-come tangy on the small wolf’s tongue. Moving his head forward, the omega took the whole length of the man inside, squeezing the cock between his pursed lips as he slowly rolled his tongue around and around the shaft. Yes! This was right. Perfect. No wonder Jake and Holden fucked so much. Giving pleasure felt just as good as receiving it!
Then the heat of tongue and teeth engulfed Timothy’s own cock, and the little omega’s world sharpened into two distinct sensations. The swirling pleasure of a mouth and firm hands, licking and sucking and gripping the life out of his twitching balls! Shit! While the throbbing cock in his mouth slipped in and out. Faster and faster, the man’s balls rubbing against his chin with each solid thrust.
He struggled to regain control- keep his mind on the task at hand. Reaching up, Timothy gripped Gunner’s sack and rolled it on his palms, holding it just firmly enough to get a guttural groan from the larger wolf.
The omega moaned too- buckling his hips into the other man’s willing entrance as his whole world blurred at the edges. The only thing that mattered now was this moment- this tangled pleasure. The familiar build up prickled in his balls, tingling and beating as he drew closer and closer to release. Yes! Yes! Yes!
Then, just as soon as Gunner started, he stopped. His long fingers gripped Timothy’s throbbing cock, a firm hold that kept the little wolf from his much needed release. The omega tried to hold on to the man’s body, his sweat slick hips- to keep the tasty dick buried in his mouth, but the larger man pulled that away too.
Re-positioning himself on top of Timothy, Gunner rubbed his wet shaft against the little omega’s own. His large hand gathered both of their cocks- the veins throbbing in time with each other, and stroked them as one.
“Why stop?” Timothy breathed- the weight of the other man more familiar than ever.
“It’s your first time,” the wolf growled and kissed the omega.
Unlike that morning, the smaller wolf melted into Gunner’s hungry mouth, the rough edge of his cheek adding to the feverish desire burning deep within his body. Timothy parted his lips, their tongues mingling together, as he gripped onto the larger man’s back. The muscles moved under his slick fingers while their bodies moved in time. Each slow thrust into the dominant wolf’s hand another indulgent delight. Kisses turned to nips and bites, their bodies smashing against each other harder and faster as the crescendo of the passion neared.
Everything faded away but those lips- the feverish desire of the man assaulting him with all that lusty attention. Gasping. Moaning. Yes! His balls twitched- contracting tightly as his came all over his own chest and Gunner’s talented hand. But the other man still held on, still pumped them as one until his own release exploded a moment later, drenching Timothy’s body in the hot come.
Trembling and panting, their lips hovering together in an almost kiss, the omega fought to clear his head- come to his senses. Had that really just happened? With Gunner? What did it mean?
Then the man’s weight collapsed on top of him, his arms gathering the smaller wolf into his strong body as he chuckled.
“What?” Timothy asked and buried his face into the wolf’s neck. That smell- the musky fragrance of Gunner, overwhelmed him.
“Do you want me to tell you the secret now?”
The omega’s heart pounded in his chest. “Yes.”
“We bought the old ice cream parlor,” Gunner said.
So they really were staying. “What are you going to do with it?”
The taller man smiled. “Open a café.”
“A rival café?” Alex would hate this. Shit!
“If you want to call it that. Not much competition. You hardly serve any food, and what you do serve is- how do I say it? Unpleasant?”
He almost smiled. After telling Alex they should serve more than pre-packed food it was nice someone else finally agreed. “So a restaurant?”
Gunner shrugged. “If you want to call it that- A Euro style café is closer to the truth.”
Yeah, Alex would definitely hate that. “My alpha’s won’t like it.”
Gunners brushed the hair from Timothy’s face and smiled. “I don’t think they’ll like this either, but I don’t care. Next time, I’m going to tie you up, little omega.”
“Next time?”
“Of course, do you think I’m going to let you go now?”
Timothy’s breath caught in his throat. “But you didn’t claim me!”
“I don’t have to claim you to know how much you enjoy it. I can feel it in your veins and pounding in your heart.”
Staring out into the green expanse of trees, the little omega couldn’t deny it, not anymore. “But-”
“No one has to know. Don’t worry,” the wolf said and kissed the top of Timothy’s scarred forehead.
He’d never kept secrets from his pack before, but they wouldn’t understand. Not with this wolf. Not how right it felt. “Okay. A secret, for now.”
“For now,” Gunner said and held the little omega tighter.
Timothy smiled.
Chapter 5
Timothy glanced behind him before he knocked on the door; careful to make sure he hadn't been followed. Sniffing the air, he sighed in relief. The only wolf scents nearby were those of Gunner and Christian- none of the little omega's pack. If Jake or Holden found out about this- that he was sneaking around with a Eurasian wolf- what would they do? Punish him? Banish him from the pack? Hopefully, he wouldn't have to find out.
At least the house was located at the edge of town, surrounded by the trees at the edge of the forest. And it was in the opposite direction as his pack's lodge. In order for one of the other wolves to find it they'd have to follow him there, and thankfully that hadn't happened yet.
Suddenly, Gunner pulled the door open and leaned against the frame, smiling. "Come in," he said and grabbed Timothy by the front of the shirt before the little omega had a chance to react.
"Is Christian home?" he asked and glanced around the sparsely furnished living room.
Gunner only smiled, pushing Timothy against the wall with a thud. "Does it matter?" he asked and his lips traveled to the smaller man's pale neck.
Timothy bit back a moan and gripped onto Gunner's muscular back, longing to run his fingers through the man's golden blond hair- already messy from a days work. He couldn't believe his pack hadn't found out about the Eurasian wolves yet, but they seemed to keep a low profile. They stayed out of the way of the police captain and detective, Timothy's alpha wolves, and Alex and Danny weren't particularly hard to avoid either. But the last few weeks of sneaking around with Gunner behind his whole pack's back made the hair stand up on Timothy's neck- like he was always being watched. Like they were going to find out about him in just a moment and the horrible consequences of his actions would come crashing down around his ears. Omegas didn't deserve happiness, right? So what would they do when they found out he had some, however fleeting it may be? The only other option was to avoid Gunner, but how could he do that? How could he avoid the one man that made him feel alive? Satisfied? Happy even? He couldn't- that was the problem.
Gunner's kisses turned into nips, gripping Timothy's flesh and pulling it, suckling it until it burned. His hands rubbed the omega's flat stomach, fingering the band of his jeans. Christian could walk out at any moment and find them fumbling around in the living room, but Timothy's body ached with desire and he couldn't stop himself. He moaned again and rubbed his hardened member against the taller wolf, eliciting a growl from the man.
"What time do you have to be home?" Gunner asked as he yanked Timothy's shirt over his head, slightly upsetting the smaller wolf's eye patch.
"Tomorrow morning." Timothy's skin flushed as he pulled the patch back in place to cover t
he ugly blind eye and the pink scar that ran from his forehead to his cheek, marring his otherwise impish good looks. His Eurasian lover never said a word about it, but it was still an ugly imperfection. Especially when Gunner was so impossibly handsome. His golden blond hair clung to his neck and smooth temples, his eyes a deep forest green. The rugged cut of his jaw and the slight crook of his nose hardened his almost beautiful face. So why did he want a skinny little omega like Timothy? Oh well. It didn't matter- not right now.
Gunner chuckled. "You can spend the night? That's a first."
Timothy fumbled with the buttons on the taller man's jeans. He just couldn't get them down fast enough. "I'm visiting an uncle in Spokane," he panted.
Hands gripped Timothy's ass, digging into the round flesh and sending shocks of electric want throughout his entire body. "Your uncle is very happy to see you," Gunner said and kissed him.
Their mouths melted together, bodies pressed flat against each other’s, hearts pounding as one. Somewhere in the house a door creaked open and footsteps squeaked across the floorboards. Timothy yanked at Gunner's muscular arms, urging him to move their private moment into the bedroom, but the taller man was too strong to budge.
"Afraid of getting caught?" he growled in the omega's ear. "My brother probably wants to see you like this." Then Gunnar yanked down Timothy's pants and boxers leaving the little wolf naked in the cool room as the man kicked off his own jeans.
Timothy took the opportunity and moved into the bedroom, ducking out of sight right as Christian walked by. The man, taller than Gunner by a couple of inches, glanced into the darkness, his ice blue eyes shining. The halo of his pale blond hair glowed in the moonlight, and the omega could just make out the frown on the beautiful man's face. Gunner might like imperfect specimens like Timothy, but no way in hell Christian’d be interested in him too- no matter how strange Eurasian wolves mating habits were.