Wolf Pack Complete Series : Mate (Silver Mountain Wolf Pack), Alpha Bait (Russian Wolf Pack One) and Wild (Russian Wolf Pack Two)

by Zoe Perdita

  Then West’s palms ran over his biceps, down to his wrists and clamped shut on them. Alex’s brain was so muddled with longing he didn’t realize what his mate was doing until the cool leather tightened against his flesh. Suddenly, in a quick surge of power, West flipped the beta to the ground and straddled him.

  Panting, his cock hard and slick with need, he stared at West. “You fucker,” he breathed, “I won.”

  The wolf smirked and pulled the belt tight. “Who said we were done playing? Plus, I can’t have you getting away.”

  Frowning, Alex wiggled his hips. The belt was an annoyance, but he could still over power West with it on. Each time he moved, his balls and cock rubbed against his mate’s body, making him harder and hornier than he already was. Fuck!

  West shook his head and pulled a bottle of lube out of his jeans. “Come on. I think you’ll actually enjoy this, love.”

  Heat flooded Alex’s cheeks. He had enjoyed their first time, but that didn’t mean he wanted to enjoy it! He wanted to claim his mate properly! But just as he was about to speak, West ran a lube slick hand over Alex’s rock hard member, and the sound that came out of the beta’s mouth was anything but a protest.

  Then the redhead squeezed more of the slick substance on his hand and leaned forward. His lips and teeth sucked and bit at Alex’s nipples as he slipped the hand over his own ass. From the sounds he made, the beta could only assume he was lubing himself up.

  Each rough grunt sent shivers of desire over Alex’s body. “What are you – ah – doing?” he moaned.

  West tongue trailed up Alex’s throat and across his full lips. “I’m going to ride you, and after you come you’re going to suck my dick.”

  The beta’s cheeks flushed as he glanced at the throbbing shaft between West’s legs. The man would willfully impale himself on Alex’s member? “Why?”

  “Because I want your cock in my ass, and I know you want to fuck me, love,” the redheaded wolf said and positioned himself above Alex’s aching head.

  Glorious heat flowed from West’s body and into the beta’s own as the man lowered himself on Alex’s shaft. The tight ring of muscle squeezed and twitched as West forced himself down. Once Alex was completely buried inside, the pounding of his dick flush with the inside of his mate – the scorching desire consumed him. Holy fuck!

  But the pleasure from West’s gripping hole was only half of it. The expression of utter pleasure that danced across the other wolf’s face made it even better. West’s eyes hooded and he bit his plump bottom lip, the curve of a smile gracing his mouth. Every time he lifted up and slammed his ass back down, his whole body jerked with ecstasy that flowed off his body and drowned Alex.

  This might not have been how he pictured it, but his body no longer cared. He thrust his hips up as West came down, his cock easing in and out of his mate’s ass with delectable friction. No wonder his pack mates liked fucking so much. It was a god damned revelation!

  The dining room filled with the harmony of their moans and grunts. If only he could use his hands! Alex would grip his lover’s eager hips, feel the sweat slick skin beneath his fingers. He wiggled his wrists, but the leather was too strong, or his will to escape was too weak.

  West’s chest heaved, and he ran his fingers down Alex’s smooth flesh. “I’m going to make you come deep inside me,” he growled and tweaked the beta’s left nipple.

  Alex gasped and thrust harder into his mate’s body – the scorching heat and tight resistance giving away a little every time. How did the other wolf turn around a situation like that? West was getting fucked, so he should be the submissive one. But somehow he was still the one in charge. Fucking bastard.

  No matter how much Alex hated to admit it, West was right. Each touch and thrust carried him closer to the peak. His balls twitched and ached. His chest heaved. Sweat beaded on his back and over his stomach. He shoved himself into West’s body with as much force as he could muster, taking delight in each squeak of pleasure his lover made. But no matter how hard he tried, West was still in control.

  Just as he reached the apex, West sat on his throbbing cock fully. Alex’s load exploded in the deep recesses of his mate’s hole. The gooey warmth flowed around him, soaking them both, and the new wolf smirked and writhed like he enjoyed it as much as Alex did.

  As the beta’s cock deflated, West pulled off with a slight pop and scooted his hips into Alex’s face.

  The aftereffects of the orgasm rolled over the beta’s body. But even as he shuddered and panted, West shoved his cock into Alex’s mouth and pinned his biceps to the café’s floor.

  “You’re going to suck me dry. Just like I did for you this morning,” West panted.

  The beta wanted to resist. To tell the other wolf to get the fuck off him and take care of his own damn erection! But the sweet pre-come dripped onto his tongue. The strong shaft throbbed against his lips. Why did his will slip away in this bastard’s presence?

  Opening wide, Alex invited his mate’s cock inside. He sucked and swirled, licked and tickled, and West pushed his shaft deeper and deeper into the beta’s mouth.

  Alex coughed, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit defeat. If his mate could deep throat so could he! Trying not to gag, he relaxed his mouth and bobbed his head.

  Every time the fat head slammed into his throat, he worked his muscles around it, squeezing it until West gasped. It was a test of endurance – how fast could he make his mate come?

  Finally, with one final flick of this tongue, West’s body stiffened and he emptied his seed into Alex’s mouth. The warm load dripped down Alex’s throat, thick and tasty, and he nursed the tip until it was dry.

  Leaning back, he smiled at the man sitting on top of him. “I made you come in my mouth,” he growled.

  West looked blank for a moment – or was there a congratulatory glint in his eyes? Then he grinned. “So do you remember how we first met, love?”

  Alex shut his eyes. Vague memories flowed through his brain, but nothing he could pick out. “How the hell was that supposed to remind me?” he growled, almost as annoyed at himself as his mate. Why couldn’t the bastard just tell him?

  A sudden jiggle from the door caught their attention, but before they could move it swung open. There Timothy stood, haloed in streetlights, with four catering tins balanced in his arms. His brown eye widened momentarily. Then, without a word, he set down the tins and slammed the door shut.

  In the perfect stillness of the café, Alex heard the omega’s feet pad down the sidewalk. Now everyone would know how weak he was – how easily West claimed him.

  Just fucking great!

  Chapter 13

  Alex's eyes trailed up and down the large crack in the wall, then he scowled at his mate. This was mostly West's fault to begin with – if it hadn't been for the new beta wolf the wall and floor wouldn't be damaged.

  "I told you not to boss me around," he growled.

  West smirked and blew him a kiss. "But you're so cute when you're angry."

  Furrowing his brows, Alex considered pouncing on the other wolf and pummeling him into oblivion. Then they'd probably damage the lodge further and get in more trouble with the alpha wolves. No wonder Holden was pissed – they were both grown men acting like a couple of teenage boys!

  West bent over the scratches, sanding them from the wooden floor. It was the only time the beta wolf ever saw his mate in a submissive position. How easily could Alex overtake him? Slam the redheaded man's face into the ground and shove his throbbing cock into West's eager ass. But the other wolf would probably find a way to get out of Alex’s hold.

  While they were both beta wolves, West always beat Alex in a fight. Maybe it was the man’s slightly superior height. They had similar builds -- slender with firm, defined muscles. Alex should be able to overpower West. He should gain the upper hand at some point. If not, was he even worthy of being a beta?

  "You want to trade jobs?" West asked suddenly.

  Alex frowned at the progress W
est already made across the floor and the bucket of spackle still untouched at his own feet.

  "No," he grumbled and spread the substance over the crack.

  Never in a million years did the beta imagine he'd be doing home repairs with his mate. It was so normal, but a prickling sensation chewed at the back of his mind -- his nerves on edge.

  "Have you talked to Timothy yet?" West asked after a few minutes, a note of amusement in his smooth voice.

  "You know I haven't," Alex said and splattered spackle on the wall more briskly than necessary.

  There it was. The reason for his unease. Timothy, the pack's omega, caught them going at it just two nights before. Sure, in most cases it wouldn't be a big deal for mates to be, well, mating. But that wasn't it. No one else in the pack knew Alex and West were mates, and Alex wanted to keep it that way. Not only that, but West was Timothy's big brother. Talk about awkward.

  "You can't avoid him forever, love. Especially when they're coming to dinner tonight," West said and wiped a line of sweat from his brow. Of course the bastard wasn't wearing a shirt. His tightly corded muscles shifted with each movement, his pale skin smooth and begging to be touched.

  "When the hell did you become the reasonable one?" Alex spat and smoothed the spackle over the crack in vicious strokes.

  West chuckled. "When have I ever been unreasonable? I don't know what the hell you're embarrassed about. It's just Timothy. He probably won't tell anyone – unless he's got something against you."

  Heat burned Alex's cheeks and every muscle in his body froze. Something against him. Yeah. Timothy definitely had something against Alex after what the beta did.

  "Oh, I hit the nail on the head, didn't I? What the hell did you do my little brother?" West asked and sat back on his heels.

  Alex stood perfectly still. Admitting to stalking and tattling on the omega seemed a lot less noble when you were explaining it to said omega's older brother.

  West's footsteps creaked across the floor, and Alex spun around to face the other wolf. Like usual, the man's short red hair was messy and he turned his full lips into the slightest of smiles. His expressive brown eyes, flecked with gold, studied Alex closely. The distinctive musk wafting from the man’s body teased the beta's nose, and Alex swallowed a lump in his throat.

  Damn. No one else could make him feel like that. No one else excited his senses, sent shocks of need through his veins or made his flesh quiver in sick anticipation for the slightest touch – the softest kiss. No one but West.

  "You never wear your hair down," West said and brushed a stubborn strand of chocolate brown hair behind the beta's ear.

  "It gets in the way," Alex answered truthfully and worried his bottom lip. The bastard was just trying to throw him off guard by changing the subject. He had to stay on his toes. Stay sharp.

  "I like it down," West said, his lips mere inches from Alex's own. His warm breath tickled the beta's mouth and nudged his aching groin to life.

  Pouting, Alex shrugged. "It doesn't matter what you like. It gets in the way."

  A slow smirk spread across his mate's lips. "So? What did you do to piss Timothy off?"

  Alex narrowed his hazel eyes and shoved West back. "I fucking knew that's what you were getting at."

  The other wolf stumbled, but caught himself before falling. "Come on, I'm your mate. Anyway, if you don't tell me I’ll just find out from someone else."

  Shit. He was right, even if Alex hated to admit it. The beta took a deep breath and balled his hands into tight fists at his sides. "I caught Timothy fucking around with his mates last fall."

  West raised an arched eyebrow. "That's it? So you caught him and now he caught you?"

  "I caught him before he told Holden and Jake about Gunner and Christian,” Alex grumbled.

  "Oh, I see. So Timothy catching you is like poetic justice, right?” West asked and put his hands on his slender hips.

  Alex shrugged. When Timothy saw them, naked on the floor of the Full Moon Café, his brown eye widened and his mouth dropped open into the telltale sign of shock. He looked exactly the same way when Alex caught the omega with Christian, only naked and tied up. Had Timothy told his mates? He definitely hadn't told the alphas.

  "What are you afraid of?" West asked, his head cocked to the side.

  The beta frowned. "I'm not afraid of anything."

  Then the other wolf took a slow step toward Alex until he was so close they were almost touching. The heat of West’s body radiated across the beta's skin, and Alex’s heart sped up. When he listened closely he heard West’s heart beating in time with his own.

  "Then why haven't you told Holden and Jake that we're mates? You're keeping it a secret for a reason. Are you ashamed of me?" West asked and his lips straddled the line between a pout and a frown.

  Alex saw that look on his mate’s face once before – when the beta didn't remember how they'd originally met as children. Hell, he still couldn't remember. But why did that upset West? And why was Alex afraid of telling the rest of his pack about them? Well, for one he'd have to admit the other beta claimed. Talk about a blow to his ego.

  "Would you want to tell your pack you got claimed?" Alex spat. “Over powered and claimed -- multiple times.”

  West smiled. "Not at all, since you're my mate."

  The beta scowled and glanced out the lodge’s floor to ceiling windows. Evening crept upon them, and they were supposed to have the repairs done by the time everyone got home. How could he believe West? The wolf didn’t have any idea what it was like.

  "We need to get back to work," Alex growled at his mate.

  West studied him for a moment, but his dark eyes gave nothing away. Then he took a step back and nodded. "Whatever you say, boss."

  Boss. The word crawled under the beta's skin, gnawing at his ego. That asshole did it for a reason. Called him boss because deep down West knew he was the one in charge – even if Alex was the boss at the café where they both worked. The other wolf had the upper hand in every situation. The beta couldn't fire him. He had no real power over his mate at all. How pathetic was that?

  After another hour of sanding, spackling and painting, they completed the repairs. West stood and dusted off his pants as Alex flicked paint from his skin.

  Scowling at his mate and the throb in his own cock, the beta walked towards the stairs. “I’m going to take a shower before they get home," he mumbled.

  "Great idea. I'll join you."

  The squeak on the stairs told Alex that West followed, and the beta wolf did nothing to stop him. What could he do? The bastard never listened to him anyway.

  Surprisingly, West didn't attack him as soon as they entered the bathroom. Instead, the other wolf kept his distance as he dropped his pants and turned on the shower.

  Alex watched him from the corner of his eye as he stripped off his own T-shirt and sweats. West’s cock stood at half-mast, nestled in a bed of red curls the same coppery brilliance as his hair. The firm muscles on his lower stomach shifted as he bent forward, his thighs powerful and his round ass tight.

  Alex had buried his dick in that ass, although West was in charge the entire time. The heat of his mate’s body throbbed around him and the look on the West’s face ignited the beta’s own arousal further. How did the bastard manage to be so dominant in every situation?

  Alex licked his lips involuntarily as his mate climbed under the hot stream of water. He could cover that man's entire body with kisses, licks and bites, but giving into the desire was as much as admitting defeat.

  "You going to stare all day?" West asked and quirked an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

  A blush rose to Alex's cheeks, and he scowled as he stepped into the shower behind the other wolf. He could lay claim to the man here. Shove West against the wall and fuck him silly. But the other beta would probably turn the tables on Alex somehow. He always did.

  After he was suitably wet, West stepped out of the way and nudged Alex under the spray. The touch of his rough fi
ngers sparked electric need across the beta's flesh. Strong hands wound through his hair, lathering it with shampoo as West's body pressed into Alex's own. The slightest brush of the other man's cock on the beta's ass awoke his aching member from slumber.

  It would be so easy to lean into those powerful arms – to get lost in his mate's mouth and hands. To drop his guard and just give in. Dammit! Was he really so weak?

  "Do you remember how we met?" West asked, his lips brushing Alex's sensitive earlobe.

  The beta squeezed his eyes shut as his mate pulled and suckled on his tender flesh. Memories off his childhood flitted through his mind. Timothy – some other relations – fuzzy things he couldn't quite recall, but hard as he tried West wasn't there.

  "No," groaned as the lips traveled down his neck and over his shoulder. Shit! He shouldn't submit that easily.

  The man’s body slid over Alex’s rigid back, his hands reaching for the soap and washcloth. The blunt stiffness of his cock pressed against the beta’s exposed ass, and Alex bit back a groan of delight.

  Then West stepped back and ran the soapy cloth over Alex’s body, scrubbing the slick skin on the beta’s back, arms and chest – each fleeting touch gently cruel in its brevity. Lusty hunger pooled in Alex’s belly and he fought the urge to lean into the man behind him.

  Why did something so simple feel so erotic? The rough edge of the cloth and his mate’s slippery fingers teased his flesh with barely realized contact, exciting every one of his over sensitive nerves. When West finally stepped back the absence of his touch felt like a slap in the face.

  "Are you going to rinse off?" the other wolf asked.

  Alex scowled as he stepped under the water. No matter how much he tried to hide it, the truth throbbed between his legs and chewed at his mind. West was his mate – they were stuck with each other for the rest of their long lives. Alex could fight it or accept it. The problem was acceptance seemed a lot like submission.