by Zoe Perdita
“Come in for an interview next week when the kitchen’s finished,” Christian ordered, his smooth voice firm and slightly accented.
Timothy’s heart slammed in his chest. They wanted to give him a chance at cooking for their café? Instead of just cooking for his pack he could make all different kinds of food for all different people? But Alex would never go for that. “Thanks for the opportunity, but I already have a job.”
Gunner kissed his cheek. “The offer still stands if you want the interview,” he said, and his slender fingers nudged at the band of the omega’s jeans, undoing the button.
"What are you doing?" Timothy gasped as the taller wolf unzipped the smaller man’s pants.
Christian leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. Why was he just watching?
"You can't tell?" Gunner asked and pulled Timothy's half hard member from his boxers. With just a few swift strokes the little wolf's cock hardened completely. Then Gunner’s other hand yanked up the omega's T-shirt, revealing his pale, wiry chest.
Timothy blushed furiously, his body writhing under his lover's touch and Christian's intense gaze. Why was the man staring at him like that? His mouth slightly parted, his full lips moist. What would it be like to kiss him? His cheeks were shaved smooth unlike Gunner's rough stubble. No! He shouldn't be thinking that. Not at a time like this!
Lips suckled at his tender flesh, bound to leave marks on his pale neck. Timothy moaned and Gunner stroked him faster, pinching his nipples cruelly and sending waves of excitement over the little omega's pleasure drowned body.
Suddenly, his lover stopped. Gripping the base is rock hard dick and rubbing his thick thumb over the tip. "Do you want to come, little wolf?" he asked and twisted Timothy's nipple, turning the pink nub dark red.
"Yes," the omega hissed, moving his hips and trying to get some traction on his needy cock.
Gunner’s rough cheek rubbed against his own, scratching it with its prickly surface. "You like it when he watches?"
Sweat ran down Timothy's brow, his back, and his chest even in the unheated room.
Christian eyed him with a chilly gaze, his body unmoving.
"Yes," the little wolf admitted, although he didn't know why. Why would he like that? The unapproving stare from someone who didn't like him. What was wrong with him? And weren’t they just talking about cooking?
Gunner smiled against his cheek and stroked him harshly once again. The slick thwap of skin on skin the only sound in the room. The omega's heart pounded in his chest, and he couldn't take his good eye off of the other wolf. Finally, his balls contracted as the orgasm overtook him, hot come squirting out of the tip and onto the clean concrete floor. He panted, leaning into Gunner's strong arms, and closed his eyes. What just happened?
Gunner chuckled and grabbed a towel from the rack, rubbing it gently over the omega’s diminishing erection before tossing it on the floor.
Timothy pulled down his T-shirt, did up his pants and swallowed the lump in his throat, his cheeks still burning- but out of shame or excitement, he wasn't sure. Normally he’d either suck off his lover or at least give him a hand job in return, but not with Christian watching the whole time.
Plus, it was all too much. He knew he had to call off their relationship, or whatever it was, but Gunner wanted him to interview as a cook. He didn’t deserve a wolf like that- not at all. "I should get back," he said and headed for the door.
"Are you coming over tonight?" Gunner asked.
Could he do it tonight? Break it off? He had too- before Alex found out about any of this and it got even more out of hand- he had to. "Yeah, around nine," he said and left, his heart dragging on the floor behind him.
That night, Timothy hardly tasted his dinner. He hardly even paid attention to Alex's interrogation about the other café, answering all the questions automatically. The rest of the pack smiled and ate like they usually did, completely oblivious that the omega's world crumbled around him.
As he moved the dishes to the sink a hand gripped his shoulder, and Timothy jumped.
"Jake thinks you've been out of sorts lately, and I agree with them," Holden said, his deep voice rich with worry.
So they had noticed, but it's not like they could do anything about it. It was his mess to clean up. The omega shrugged. "I've just been- it's nothing."
Holden turned him around and held both of the little wolf's shoulders in his strong, gruff hands. "You're just as much a part of this pack as any of us, Timothy. If you need our help you know we'll give it."
Timothy forced himself to smile. "It's nothing I can't handle. I promise."
Holden nodded. "Are you going out again tonight?"
"Yeah," he said and turned back to the dishes. He glanced at the alpha as the man walked away. Jake stood at the top of the stairs watching them both, his green eyes shining in the shadows.
Timothy sighed. He’d make this right tonight. Then he could stop lying to them and things would just go back to normal. Everyone would be happy- everyone but him.
An hour later he stood in front of Gunner and Christian's house, his heart sinking as he thought of the conversation to come. He'd make it quick and be firm so the Eurasian wolf couldn't change his mind. But when he knocked at the door Gunner didn't answer. Instead, Christian stood there with his pale blond hair cascading over his bare chest.
"Come in. My brother will be back in a bit," the man said.
Great. What was he supposed to do if Gunner wasn't even there? He'd just have to wait. Or he could tell Christian and leave before his lover even came back, that'd be easier. But was it the right thing to do? Did that even matter now? He just needed to get it over with and move on.
The Eurasian wolf motioned at the couch, and Timothy sat down immediately. "Do you know when he'll be back?"
Christian leaned against the wall, his glacial eyes trailing up and down Timothy's slender frame. "He didn't say."
The omega bit his lip. Why would Gunner leave when they had a date? "Well I can't stay long so-"
"So what? Are you going to leave?"
Timothy bunched his hands in his lap and stared at his worn tennis shoes. He had to do it, and he had to do it now. "I can't see Gunner anymore," he stammered. Each word a nail in his heart- his future.
A thin smile spread across Christian's lips. "Oh, that's what you're trying to do? I don't think so, little omega."
Timothy glared at the taller man, his body trembling. "If my pack finds out about this we'll all be in trouble. I just have to end it, okay?"
Christian took a slow step toward him. "Who says we're afraid of your little pack?" he asked, enunciating each word clearly.
"I don't care if you're afraid of them or not. I don't want anybody to get hurt. Not them and not either of you."
Christian sucked in air through his teeth, and stared at the little omega. Timothy held his gaze and brushed the hair over his eye patch with a shaking hand.
"Why do you do that?" the man asked suddenly.
"Do what?"
"Put your hair over the patch. We can still see it. It's not like you're hiding it."
Timothy flushed and lifted his hand to his face, about to repeat the nervous gesture, before letting it drop back into his lap. Christian would never understand- he was too perfect. Too beautiful. "It’s ugly, okay. I can try to hide it if I want to."
Slowly, the taller wolf knelt in front of him and reached toward Timothy's face. The omega tried to back up, to avoid his touch, but he was trapped on the couch. Slender fingers plucked the patch from his blind eye, revealing the milky white pupil and long pink scar. Gently, Christian stroked the marred skin, his fingers searing Timothy's delicate flesh.
The omega stared at the other wolf, his breath shallow, his heart slamming against his chest. Christian's musky aroma filled his nose, exciting his body into a storm of unattainable desire. Why did the man touch him like that? What did he want?
"You shouldn't hide yourself, omega," Christian said, his voice more gr
uff than usual. The loud beat of his heart filled Timothy's ears. Why was he excited? “And you can’t get rid of us that easily.
The omega stared. What did he mean by ‘us?’
Then, without warning, Christian grabbed Timothy's wrists and pinned them to his sides. His body loomed in front of the little wolf, and he mashed his full lips against Timothy's thin ones. The kiss overtook the smaller man’s senses, the hot tongue forcing its way into his mouth and enticing him with pleasure yet to come.
Teeth pulled at his lips, and Timothy moaned. Wisps of Christian's pale blond hair tickled his cheeks, and the man's hands moved up to his shoulders, freeing the omega's wrists. The little wolf gripped onto the man's strong back, feeling the muscles shift under his bare skin- so similar to Gunner's. Wait! What was he doing? And why did it feel so good? So right?
Leaning back, Christian yanked at Timothy's shirt, pulling it over the little wolf's head.
His brain fought to get out of the situation, but his body begged him to give in, just like with Gunner. "Wait," Timothy gasped as Christian's lips traveled down his neck and sucked at his bruised nipples.
But the larger wolf didn't stop his arousing assault on the omega's hungry body. Fingers pinched Timothy's tender flesh, each painful turn of skin sending an eruption of lust to his throbbing cock.
"I'm not going to stop," Christian growled and yanked off his belt. "And I'm not going to let you get away."
Sweat beaded across Timothy’s body, yet he still trembled in the airless room. But was it anticipation that excited him? The idea that this beautiful wolf wanted him just as much of his half-brother did? "But Gunner-"
Christian didn't answer. Instead, he unbuttoned Timothy's jeans and yanked them off with the boxers and tennis shoes in one swift tug. "Are you thinking about Gunner right now?" he asked as his lips caressed Timothy's aching erection.
The omega couldn't answer. His world narrowed to the mouth suckling his hardened shaft. Long licks of tongue circling the head as the warmth and wetness engulfed him completely. Timothy groaned and buckled his hips, but Christian held him still as he bobbed his head in torturously slow fashion. His long wispy hair tickled Timothy’s thighs, each slow suck drawing an eternity of pleasure from the little wolf’s body.
Slowly, the man relinquished his hold, kissing the swollen head of Timothy’s shaft before he flipped the omega over without a word. His stomach and cock scratched against the thick fabric on the couch, and behind him he heard Christian undoing his pants. Panic flooded Timothy's mind. Was the wolf going to claim him? No! He couldn't!
The omega scrambled to sit up, but Christian gripped his hips and held fast. "I said I'm not letting you go." Then he yanked Timothy's hands behind his back and wrapped the thick length of the leather belt around them, tightening them in place.
"Please, don't claim me," The omega begged and wiggled his wrists, but the belt held them fast.
Christian chuckled. "I'm not going to claim you. Not yet. But I'll make you wish I would," he said and his hand struck the little wolf's rounded bottom.
Pain blossomed over his skin, surged through his veins as a rush of hot desire to his bulging member. Then Christian struck again, spanking Timothy in time with his own heartbeat. Swish. Smack. Swish. Smack. Swish. Smack. Each strike sent tingling tentacles of pleasure across the omega's body. He moaned, lifting his ass into the air for a harder touch- a swifter strike on his raw bottom. Why did he like this? Enjoy the pain inflicted on his body? Why did it make his heart pound, his cock throb for more?
"I knew you'd enjoy this," Christian growled and pulled Timothy's head back at a sharp angle by his wavy red hair.
Then the heat of the wolf's body engulfed him, easing over him like a blanket. And the thick length of Christian's shaft nudged Timothy's ass, forcing its way between his tight cheeks and the hollow of his thighs. Kisses glided over his back, feather light, as the man's hand wound around his chest. The tip of Christian's shaft slipped over Timothy's sensitive taint, colliding with his needy balls. The wolf’s hand gripped the omega's stomach and reached lower, groping at Timothy's rock hard erection. Pre-come dripped from the tip, and the wolf coated the smaller man's shaft with the creamy substance.
Each titillating thrust sent sparks through the omega's over stimulated body. The sensation of skin sliding against his most private place, tickling his puckered hole and prodding his testicles into an overwhelming pool of arousal. Christian stroked him faster and thrust harder. Slide. Fwap. Slide. Fwap. The little wolf squeezed his thighs together tighter, trying to give the man above him the greatest pleasure possible as he panted into the cushions of the couch. His ass lifted, he wished Christian would claim him. Would shove that throbbing cock inside his tight hole.
"Fuck me," he groaned.
"Not yet," Christian breathed in his ear, teeth pulling at Timothy's tender lobe.
His body overrun with pleasure, he hardly heard the click of the door or the sound of footsteps enter the room. Christian gripped him tighter, squeezing the life out of his aching cock as he pumped it toward completion. Turning his head, Timothy saw Gunner standing in the doorway, watching them- his forest green eyes alight.
"Wait," he panted. "Gunner."
But Christian didn't stop. Stroke. Thrust. Stroke. Thrust. Stroke. Thrust. The familiar tingling tightened the omega's balls and he gasped, staring into the eyes of his lover as he came on the couch. Behind him, Christian moaned and both of their sweaty bodies rocked with the powerful pleasure off their orgasms. The larger wolf's hot come dripped between Timothy's thighs and over his twitching balls and softening cock, their seed mingling together on the upholstery.
The little wolf wiggled his hands, still bound behind his back, his whole body trembling. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said as he tried to catch his breath, but Gunner just stared at them with a blank look on his face.
Christian’s lips burned the back of his neck, and slowly the man eased off of him. But he didn't untie Timothy's hands. Instead he rubbed a long finger over of the omega's bruised ass. "Do you like my handiwork, brother?"
"I think the better question is: did he like it?" Gunner said, his voice gruff.
Timothy's cheeks flushed, and he buried his face in the couch cushions. He wanted to get up. To run away. To hide. Sure, he was going to call it off with Gunner, but he didn't want to do it like this. Why was he so weak? So stupid?
Footsteps creaked on the floorboards, and Gunners musky scent filled Timothy's nose. "Did you like it?" his lover asked.
"Yes," the little wolf said, although the words tasted like sand in his mouth. Why could he lie to his pack but not Gunner?
Then the wolf’s hand trailed over the omega's sweat slick flesh, tenderly stroking his back and hair. "Look at me," he ordered.
Slowly, Timothy turned to the side and looked at his lover’s face.
Gunner smiled and ran a slender finger over the omega's lips. "Good. That's all I needed to know."
Gunner was okay with it? He didn't mind? Why? "You're not mad?" he asked.
The wolf laughed. "Mad? I was hoping you'd like Christian as much as you like me. It'll make things easier when we claim you."
“C-claim me?” he asked.
For a moment, Timothy almost smiled. He almost entertained the idea that both Gunner and Christian could be his mates for life. But a shadow loomed behind his lover and sharp hazel eyes lit up the darkness. The familiar scent of the beta filled his nose.
Timothy stared, his heart standing still in his chest, as Alex watched from the shadows. He saw! And now he knew everything!
Chapter 6
Alex growled from the doorway, a warning to the three wolves inside the house. While his heart pounded in his chest, Timothy marveled at how cool his skin felt. He figured in most situations if he was bound and naked and one of his pack members found him like that his skin would blush and burn with embarrassment- but not so. For a moment, he felt as if he wasn't even in his body, instead he floated outside of it
and watched the scene from a different angle, like a movie. And, if he thought of it that way it was almost funny, or else he was just delirious with fear.
Gunner and Christian turned and stared out into the darkness. No doubt they smelled Alex, for low in their throats they both grumbled at the beta wolf. No. They couldn't have a fight- not here. No way in hell could Alex win against the two of them. Plus, he didn't want them to get hurt- any of them.
Shifting around on the couch he sat up and tried to wiggle out of the belt wound around his wrists. He had to keep a cool head because he doubted the other three would. "Christian can you undo this please."
The blond man pushed his fair hair back over shoulder and nodded, only taking his ice blue eyes off of Alex's hazel ones for moment. He yanked the belt free and dropped it on the ground, right before his body bent and cracked- shifting into his wolf form.
Timothy stared. He'd never seen Christian as a wolf before, only Gunner. Like his half-brother, the Eurasian stood the same height as an average American wolf but his legs were slightly longer and his body trimmer and tightly muscled. To top it all off his fur was a striking arctic white. Timothy had never seen a wolf quite that color before, and he put his hand on Christian's back to hold him still.
"Let me get dressed and I'll come home with you, Alex," Timothy said, surprised at how steady his voice sounded.
Gunner looked at him, his golden blond hair mussed as normal and his strong jaw clenched. "You don't have to leave, little one," he said with his slight Danish accent.
The omega shook his head and slipped on his jeans, T-shirt and tennis shoes- trying to keep his hands from shaking as he did so. "I'm sorry, but I do."
He patted Christian on the head and gave Gunner a look he hoped spoke volumes- a look he wanted his lover to interpret as 'I'll see you soon' and 'everything is going to be fine.' But Timothy was afraid it came out more pained than truly hopeful. Plus, he didn't know if everything was going to be fine. That would depend on Jake and Holden, his alpha wolves. From the look of venom on Alex's face any thoughts of a happy confrontation fell to the wayside.