He held Niketas’ wrists against his mouth, kissed them, then bit them just enough to break the skin on wolf-sharp teeth and breathed deep. God the scent of him. Lust and blood and his own slick.
Niketas’ cock was leaking through his jeans, a dark spot in the pale blue denim, and the sounds he was making—fuck. Such desperate little whines, so soft Stelios didn’t think any of the others could hear them, but he could, he could.
“You want it so bad? To be my mate.”
He licked a line of heat up the side of Niketas’ throat. The omega went up on his knees, pressed his whole body against Stelios, begging, wanting. Yes. More. The Alpha urge crawled up Stelios’ spine and intensified.
Now, it would be now, right here and right now, if there wasn’t anywhere better. He took a deep breath, shuddered and felt Niketas shiver against him in response. Right now. But maybe there was somewhere better.
“Luka.”
“Wh…”
I’m done waiting. I’m going to take him.” Another whine, another moan, louder this time, and Stelios kissed Niketas to silence, rough and deep. The omega responded as if it had been a year since he’d been touched and not just most of a month, but Stelios was gratified by the response.
“Yes. Take you, Niketas. Make you mine.”
“Steli-”
“My mate.”
“Stelios! He’s a man! And he’s already a wolf—”
“So?” He jerked Niketas up into his arms, breathed his scent from his wrists, his throat, nipped at his shoulder and smiled when he groaned, rubbed his cock against Stelios’ thigh. More. There would be, there had to be.
More.
“Yes. A man. Already a wolf, yes. My omega—and so what? He’s all I want.”
Luka took a step forward, then stopped where he was as Stelios growled. “Niketas? This is…you know what-”
“Yeah. Of course I know, I—I begged him for this.” He met Stelios’ eyes and echoed him. “He’s all I want.”
Stelios fixed Luka with a hard blue glance. “Now tell me where I can take him or it will be here.”
“I made up a place for An…for a woman, when I find one. I assume you’ll fix it up when you’re—done?”
“Yes. Now—”
“Come with me.
Luka turned on his heel and led Stelios into the den, and Stelios pulled Niketas with him. They passed through the open chambers the pack used to a narrow passage that twisted into the side of the mountain. Niketas murmured behind him, confused.
“I didn’t know this was here. We’ve never gone so far into the…mountain?”
The narrow passage dead-ended in an open chamber. Luka’s eyes gleamed wolf-green in the dark as he lit a torch hung on the wall, then swore as his match sputtered out and burned the tips of his fingers. He took the torch down, lit three others with it, and the space sprang into guttering relief.
“When the hell did you do this?”
Luka smirked at Niketas’ surprise and just shrugged. Four paces in the floor was covered with furs, a season’s worth of kills. There was wood stacked in one corner, and a ring of stones that would serve as a hearth beside it, but nothing else…and that didn’t matter. Stelios had eyes for nothing but Niketas now.
Luka backed away slowly, apparently wary of his brother’s control, but Stelios only sent a growl after the other Alpha as he slipped back into his den.
Chapter Two
Niketas almost turned to watch Luka leave, but a rough, growling word held him still.
“Mine.”
“Yes.”
“All. Mine.”
Niketas shivered at the sound of Stelios’ voice, at the way his eyes burned, the blue gone wolf-green and opalescent with fire reflections in the shifting torchlight.
The Alpha was still, too still until he moved, and then it was all in one moment, his mouth on Niketas’ mouth, his hands gripping his hips, then his ass. Stelios dragged his hands up again, then growled and tore Niketas’ shirt open across his back, slid his fingers over his skin, then down and back around his hips.
The sound of the fabric tearing made Niketas even harder, and he hadn’t even thought that was possible. Stelios was already losing control, giving in to Alpha instinct, Alpha urges. His hands were everywhere, and Niketas got his hands between them and fumbled at his jeans, shoved them down and stepped out of them before Stelios could tear those too.
“Knees.”
Niketas dropped to his knees and reached up for the button of Stelios’ pants, but Stelios’ fingers were already there and he growled again, the same word but deeper. “Knees!”
“Oh—ohh. Yes, Sir.” Niketas turned, bent and braced himself on his elbows, and this time Stelios’ growl was approving. He heard the rustle of clothes falling to the floor, but didn’t turn to see, and then felt heat over him, Stelios curved over his back, hands by his hands, his mouth hot beside Niketas’ ear.
“Spread yourself open for me.”
“Sir.” It was breathless agreement, and Niketas reached back and worked his hands between Stelios’ thighs and his own ass, held his buttocks apart and then sucked in a sharp breath as Stelios’ cock pressed against his hole, hard and thick and throbbing.
Niketas held his breath, anticipating, wanting. Stelios had never taken him like this, just…just taken him without stretching him, slicking him up. He whined a little and pressed against his Alpha’s cock, but Stelios nipped the curve of his ear and pushed himself back.
“Really thought I’d do it, didn’t you? I’m not that far gone, not yet.”
Niketas shivered, aroused and a little disappointed. “Wanted it. Wanted you to—just your cock. Rough like that. I—” Then he moaned, surprised, at the snick of a cap and the teasing sensation as slick fingers started to circle his hole, push inside him then withdraw. “You…how?”
“Brought it with me. Thought I might take you while I was here. Wasn’t planning on this but you said yes and I couldn’t wait. You said yes, Niketas.”
“If you weren’t—ohh. What were you gonna do then?”
“Was going to bring you out into the woods and chase you. You say city wolf but I—sometimes I—someday I’ll chase you. Hunt you down. Eat you up.” He chuckled, and Niketas’ cock twitched against his thigh. “But not today.”
“Sir.”
He pulled his fingers free and held Niketas open, then pressed his cock in instead. It was one long stroke that buried him all the way inside and left Niketas gasping, clawing at the furs under him. So much. Fuck, so much cock, and he’d missed it so much, wanted it so much. He clenched tight, then tried to relax, but Stelios circled his hips, stretching him more, teasing inside him.
“Today, you are mine, and all the days after.”
Niketas gasped again, this time from the words as much as the sensation. He was really gonna do it. Those words were the start of the mate rite, Stelios was really gonna—
He lifted his hips and clenched tight around Stelios’ cock, couldn’t help himself, then cried out at the sting when Stelios smacked him once, sharply.
“You know the words you have to say.”
“Oh, oh.” Stelios pulled back, thrust in again, and Niketas tried. “Yours. Today. All the—Sir. Fuck just like—oh God.”
Stelios chuckled, then leaned forward over him. He kept himself to the same slow, terrible rhythm, drawing out every thrust. “I don’t think that’s quite right, Niketas.” The Alpha mouthed at the back of his neck, his shoulder, then bit gently, just a precursor of what Niketas knew was coming. “Let’s try again. Today, you are mine…and all the days after.”
He moved his tongue over the place he’d just bitten, soothing, teasing, and Niketas tightened his fingers in the fur. “Today I’m yours, and all the days after.”
There was a pulse of power, and Stelios growled his satisfaction, then started to fuck him harder, faster. Niketas spread his legs a little more, arched his back and dropped his head.
God, so good. So big inside him, so hot
. Going to have this forever, forever. Never going to have to take Luka’s women, never have to give this up, give his Alpha up.
The heat of Stelios behind him, over him, inside him, was getting hotter. Alpha… Niketas whined and arched his back, then dropped his chest against the furs and spread his thighs wider, did everything he could to give Stelios the best access to his body.
The sudden pulse as Stelios started to come inside him, filling him up without any warning at all, almost brought him over the edge, but Stelios just kept fucking him, harder, faster, not stopping even for his own climax.
Niketas sucked in a breath, and then again, tried to hold back only because he knew, he knew that if he didn’t he’d regret it in an hour, or two, or three. But the thought of having Stelios inside him for that long, the thought of the long mating in front of him was too much, and he cried out, shuddered his way over the edge and dropped his head against the furs as the pleasure pulsed through him.
“I am yours, as you are mine.” Words Stelios didn’t say echoed after the ones he had—all mine.
Niketas sucked in a breath and pressed back against his Alpha. “You are mine, as I am yours.”
There was only one more exchange of words that was necessary, and Niketas was glad. He was starting to have trouble thinking, never mind remembering what he was supposed to say. He clenched tight and Stelios growled, bent against him and nipped at the back of his neck. Wolf magic moved between them, thicker now, intensifying with every moment, every minute that passed.
More, and more. Minutes became hours, but how many—it was impossible to keep track. Niketas was too focused on breathing, on holding back as long as he could every time, until the relentless pounding of Stelios’ cock ripped his release from him. Twice, and three times, and again, until he lost count, could only cry and moan and beg for more.
The bond built between them in sharp spikes of power as Stelios slammed into him over and over. His fingernails had turned to claws, and his teeth were sharper every time he nipped at Niketas’ shoulders—until he drew blood. Then he stopped, with a thrust so hard Niketas was jerked forward.
The Alpha buried himself all the way inside and stayed there, and when he spoke the words were more growl than voice.
“Blood and bone. Fang and claw. Heart and soul.”
The magic flickered into visible life, red mist and blue light that were neither. Niketas gasped for air, knew what was coming and felt every nerve in his body anticipating as he tensed.
“Blood…and bone. Fang and claw, heart—and—soul—”
The last word slipped past his lips and he immediately sucked in a breath as Stelios bit him where he had only teased before. The Alpha sank wolf-sharpened fangs deep into his shoulder and pinned him with both hands and the weight of his body as he started to roll his hips again.
Niketas had only an instant in which to process the pain. Power had hooked into him, deep, deep into him, Stelios’ Alpha self looking to birth a wolf-essence that was already there. There was an instant of magical conflict that subsided almost at once. Mate or not, Niketas was omega, and the wolf within him was as eager to submit to his Alpha as his human consciousness was.
He gave in, all of him gave in, and for the first time since the first time, Niketas felt the wolf-change coming over him without his conscious intention. He registered the changing weight and position of Stelios’ body as his Alpha shifted with him. It was the last step, the completion of the bond between them.
Niketas whimpered as he felt that bond within him, like a steel cord attached to something visceral with no name. Then he whined as Stelios howled, the full wolf sound echoing in the dim stone chamber.
He’d only ever been taken in a wolf-shape like this for punishment, and though there was pain, the wound at his shoulder a swelling presence against his nerves, the pleasure was greater. Pleasure of Stelios buried in him, pleasure as he stayed that way, tied where he was by the wolf-knot as it grew.
The stretching was—unbelievable. Intense. Hot, burning hot even in the shape of the wolf, and the steady pumping of Stelios’ come inside him was scalding despite the heat of Niketas’ own body.
The pads of his paws against the fur, the pulse of his blood, the pulse of his cock—everything was hot. The omega felt like he should be igniting, seared by the intensity, but instead he stayed as he was, utterly submitted, and enjoyed the pain.
Mate. Mate, he was—he would be now and always—mate.
Minutes passed, and Stelios stayed where he was, barely moving, lapping at the blood that had spilled. He kept rocking his hips forward in little hitches, as if he could get deeper inside.
His growls kept Niketas from moving, trying to pull away or change position even when his muscles ached from being so still. Finally, he felt the slow shift of Stelios’ body, fur to skin, and pulled back the shivering presence of his own wolf.
Niketas exchanged four legs for his hands and knees, then tried to speak.
“S-Sir-”
But Stelios was not yet in a frame of mind that allowed words. His growl hadn’t changed with his shape, and his hands held bruising tight to Niketas’ hips now that he had them back to grip with.
Despite the irresistible clinging of Stelios’ fingers, Niketas managed to get free enough to turn on his back. He felt Stelios’ restraint, how hard his Alpha was trying to hold back, to give him even a moment, and Niketas groaned as he lay back and stretched his legs.
They were stiff, and he was sore, but he slid his hands into his Alpha’s hair as Stelios surged over him again, kissed him and gave in to his touch, let him pull his thighs apart and bury his cock deep again.
Niketas squeezed his eyes shut and tried to relax, to just let it happen, but his body had its own ideas. He stayed clenched tight around Stelios’ cock, canted up his hips and angled himself to keep Stelios fucking against his prostate.
So sensitive, he’d never been so sensitive, and Stelios kept coming inside him, without warning or stopping. He could feel it leaking out of him around Stelios’ cock, slick on his thighs, drenching his balls—and he was a sticky mess anyway, from being pressed down into the furs and his own come.
How much longer? How much longer could he take it, how much longer would Stelios need him to?
His Alpha’s fingers held his thighs up and open with a bruising grip as he fucked Niketas harder, all the way in and all the way out with every stroke. The omega felt another climax building behind the steady pounding of Stelios inside him, reached down for his own cock and stroked rough and quick. He pinched his nipples with the fingers of his other hand, then reached up and ran his hand over the hard, flexing muscles of Stelios’ chest and abdomen.
Mate. Burning to the touch, sweating, panting, the blue of his eyes hidden behind a sheen of red. And how did Niketas get so lucky, how’d he—fuck.
“Sir, Sir, more, please, Sir!”
A low, throbbing growl spilled out of Stelios’ mouth and buzzed against Niketas’ lips as his mate bent and kissed him, then picked up the pace of his thrusts. Niketas gasped against his mouth, squeezed his fist around his cock and tossed his head back as he started to come again.
He felt Stelios mouth against his throat as he howled out his release, the sharp teeth nipping at him, then bucked back as Stelios’ cock drove past his prostate again. Pain, the pleasure was pain, too much, too much.
“S-Sir—fuck, oh fuck I’m gonna die—Sir—oh—Sir—oh—fuck—ah—ah—ah—ah!”
He dropped his head back against the furs, wrapped his legs around Stelios’ back and tried to remember how to breathe.
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Power overflowed the solitary room at the back of the den as the hours passed, flowed out and filled up the mountain. It was Alpha power, all that Stelios possessed focused into these moments that would bind him to the one he’d chosen for his mate.
It came in waves, subtle at first, then greater and stronger as the hours wore on, lust and bloodlust mingled and spilling everywhere.
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br /> Restless, aroused, drawn by wolf power and the presence of an Alpha so like their own, Luka’s pack haunted the open chamber at the entrance of their den. Least affected, but not unaffected, Luka watched them, worrying.
He should have expected this. He should have sent them all off before Stelios had got started, except that he’d thought it wouldn’t work, wouldn’t matter—and anyway, he hadn’t really had time.
But how could Stelios bind himself to another man? How could the bond even get started, when Niketas wasn’t a fertile woman, when he was an omega? There was magic in what they were. There were certain requirements to taking a mate. Or Luka had thought there were, anyway.
Obviously, it didn’t matter. He could taste the mate bond that was writing itself, moment by moment, and because it was there… He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t think he could keep his pack here, like they were, but he certainly couldn’t tell them to go, either.
If they’d been less wild, less wolfish, he would have sent them off to find women of their own to work off their urges. It was too dangerous, now. Too bright their eyes, too much fang showing, too much growling. They’d never make it through the city, would force themselves on the first woman they found.
Too dangerous.
Then there was a groan, not Niketas, not Stelios, and wet sounds from one dark corner of the den.
Luka looked over and saw Leon on his knees with Alexandre’s hands in his hair, moving his mouth up Alexandre’s cock and down again. While Luka watched, Ares walked over to them, sank down beside his brother and jerked Leon’s head up with his fist.
Growls passed between the brothers, then subsided as Alexandre slipped one of his hands out of Leon’s hair and made room for Ares’ fingers instead.
Leon leaned forward again, giving in to their direction without complaint, and started to suck them both, one at a time, moving back and forth between them while he stroked his own cock.
Another wave of power passed over them, another pulse of lust. Luka found his hand on his cock, stroking himself, watching them. He hadn’t even noticed he was doing it. Didn’t matter. My pack. His own Alpha urges were responding to his brother’s influence and he knew it, but the truth was the truth, regardless.
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