Mighty Elk turned and fled at a lope, his footsteps retreating into the trees the direction they had come, as Oliver flopped down on his belly, panting hard, twisting to lick at his side.
Lance darted to his side and helped Oliver lick the wounds. Feels good. Oliver let Lance take over his care, and Lance delighted in the chore. Twisted his body like he had been to reach the wounds must have hurt terribly.
Another interesting scar. Do they make me look more manly?
Yes. Lance smiled, nudging Oliver’s snout with his own nose. Thank you.
Once satisfied all of Oliver’s wounds were clean and he was comfortable Lance dropped to the ground and rolled onto his back.
Oliver pushed to his feet and licked Lance’s exposed belly and then his ears. The heat welled inside him again and he quivered.
Back to the house, Oliver ordered.
Lance held back a whine. Once again he didn’t want Oliver to stop.
Oliver bounded to the mansion and Lance followed close behind. The Alpha had made it very clear that Lance now belonged to him. Used to serving Mighty Elk, he didn’t doubt the fate that awaited him. However, Oliver seemed a more caring master. Perhaps being disowned from his old pack had been a blessing in disguise. He’d found a better place to belong.
Oliver shifted into human form before climbing the front porch. Lance followed suit. The slaves milled about now going about their morning tasks. They didn’t pay either of them any mind as if they were used to seeing their master naked all the time.
“Follow.”
“Yes, sir.” Lance climbed the winding staircase. He wanted to complain. His clothes were in the bedroom downstairs. The slaves might be used to seeing their master naked, but they weren’t used to seeing him naked.
Oliver opened a door and a large bed explained the purpose of the room.
“Bed. Now.” Oliver’s husky voice swelled Lance’s cock. He’d never served Mighty Elk this way. Thankfully the man had said he couldn’t take a squaw on account of his mixed blood, so he’d managed to keep his preferences for the braves a secret. Lance scrambled onto the bed and knelt on all fours, offering his ass.
Chapter Six
“That’s not what I want.” Oliver sat on the side of the bed mesmerized by the shifter presenting himself for his pleasure. One palm hovered a fraction above the globe of his ass, wanting to touch him and yet not wanting to break the spell.
Lance rolled over onto his back in a graceful movement that would make a swan jealous. Legs spread, his erection bobbed in full view. “You want me this way?”
The innocent and leading question nearly undid his self-control. Oliver wet his lips. “Why are you doing this?”
Lance sat up, pulling his knees to his chest as if to protect himself. He hadn’t meant to offend the younger wolf. The hurt in Lance’s eyes seared his heart.
“D-don’t you w-want me?” Lance stammered.
“Yes, but only if you want me, too. I don’t want you to lie with me out of some twisted sense of obligation. I told your old Alpha off. That doesn’t require any payment. Besides I didn’t do that solely for your benefit. He had no right to trespass on my land.” Oliver paused and took a breath. “Do you understand?”
Lance’s Adam’s apple drew his attention as the man swallowed. Looking at his throat allowed him to pretend to not see the tears brimming in the submissive’s eyes. “I understand. But I want a place to belong. I thought maybe I had found that with you.”
Oliver’s protective instinct bubbled inside him. He wrapped his arms around Lance and pulled him to him until they were chest to chest. “You have,” he whispered in his ear. “I’ll never disown you. No matter what.”
A slow smile split Lance’s lips. “You don’t even have a pack.”
“Mighty Elk was right. I am a lone wolf. For now.”
“What does that mean?”
He didn’t want to discuss his troubles and family politics. They had nothing to do with Lance staying with him. If their relationship was hard for the pack to take he’d continue being a lone wolf and carve his own place in the world. “Some day I’ll have a pack. And I’d like you to be by my side.”
Lance stared at him as if trying to figure out if he’d heard him correctly. “You want me to be your mate?”
“Yes.” It wasn’t exactly a romantic way of proposing, but he didn’t have much practice with asking a man to be his mate. In fact, he had no practice.
The self-esteem seemed to whoosh out of Lance. “You need another Alpha to help you lead. I’m not even a Beta.”
“Just because you’re an Omega doesn’t mean you’re worthless.”
Lance grunted. “Mighty Elk said it did. Said I was born an Omega on account of my mixed blood. Said that my black mother made me only fit for one thing—servitude.”
Servitude. Oliver’s finger burned as he traced the S scar on Lance’s cheek. Without asking for details he realized the wolf was used to only sadness and pain. He would work hard to bring happiness into his life.
“Mighty Elk was wrong you know.” Cupping Lance’s chin, he tilted his head back and then claimed his lips. Instantly the man melted into his kiss eagerly wanting more. “You have much to offer me and my future pack.”
“I know what I have to offer you, but what do I have to offer the pack?”
Oliver chuckled. “Do you know what the number one Alpha rule is?”
“No.”
A grin stretched Oliver’s lips. “The first rule: If the Alpha is happy everyone is happy, yes?”
“Yes.”
They kissed again and this time Lance parted his mouth allowing Oliver’s tongue to slip inside. After a brief sparring he ended the kiss, breathing hard. “Will you be my mate, Lance?”
“Are you sure you want a half-breed wolf as your mate?”
“If you continue to run yourself down I’ll have to give you a spanking.”
His threat didn’t have the affect he’d intended. Lance chortled, grinning. “I’ve been threatened with physical punishment many times but never for such an offense. You’re not like the Alphas I’ve known.”
Oliver grunted. “And how many Alphas have you known?”
“Just two. And yes I’ll mate you in a heartbeat.” Lance stretched out on the bed once again on his back. “Take me. Make me yours.”
A low growl rumbled and Oliver realized he’d made the noise. Lance got to him faster than any wolf ever had. He opened a secret compartment in his headboard and withdrew a small jar of oil. Unscrewing the lid with a single twist he scooped up the lubricant with two fingers. He spread Lance’s thighs wider and then circled his opening.
Lance’s chest rose and fell in rapid succession. “I’ve never done this before.”
Oliver groaned. He knew from the beginning he couldn’t casually fuck Lance. He’d experimented with a few other wolves in his younger years. However, from the first time he scented Lance he knew the wolf was the one for him.
“Don’t worry,” he kissed Lance’s velvety cock. “The mating hormones will override the discomfort. I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”
Chapter 7
The tip of Oliver’s finger slid inside his hole and he stiffened. He gritted his teeth trying not grimace. Mighty Elk despised any show of weakness. He wanted Oliver to be proud of him, but the sudden intrusion felt unnatural, uncomfortable. Digging his sweaty palms into the covers he prepared for the worst. But Oliver’s oiled finger didn’t move. The Alpha met his eyes. The golden speckled emeralds reminded him of his regal bearing in wolf form. “No hurry,” he explained. “We have all day.”
Lance gradually relaxed. If Oliver had wanted to hurt him he would have rushed. The man really cared, wanted to put his needs first.
Oliver withdrew his finger and pushed in again this time a hair farther. “Push back against me.”
Lance tried and more of the Alpha’s finger slipped inside. He stretched him slowly. Once he’d taken all of one finger he thrust in and out in a languid rhythm before
adding a second oiled finger.
Instead of crying out Lance growled.
Oliver’s tongue flicked his ear. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. Soon the licking proved a sweet distraction from the pain and Lance shifted his head to the side so the Alpha could lick the sensitive flesh on his neck.
“As soon as I’m inside you I’ll make my mark and the mating euphoria will be all you feel. But I am trying to get you ready for that.”
“I’m ready.” Lance heaved with each breath. He didn’t care if it hurt. He wanted Oliver inside him. Now.
Oliver thrust both fingers harder and faster and a tingle rippled through Lance. The Alpha’s green eyes narrowed. “I don’t think you are.”
“I am,” Lance insisted. Where he found the courage to argue with an Alpha he’d never know.
Oliver didn’t snap at him. He grinned. “Eager, huh? Well, I’ve waited a long time for this, too.”
Suddenly Oliver’s fingers left his ass and Lance felt empty, barren. Was this the punishment for talking back? Was he going to wait longer for their mating? Lance was about to beg forgiveness when Oliver scooped more oil onto his fingers and oiled his erection.
“You’re going to get your wish, little wolf.”
Lance’s temperature spiked. Usually being called a little wolf would have aggravated him but the way Oliver said it sounded like an endearment. Lance watched Oliver stroke himself from base to tip, pre-come leaking from his cock.
How could such a strong, virile shifter want him? He’d always felt the deck was stacked again him. It seemed he had gotten a new dealer and won big.
By the size of Oliver’s rod he’d won very big. He gulped. All of that was going to fit inside him? Oliver had the longest cock he’d seen. He’d spear him in one thrust.
“Like what you see?”
Mouth too dry to speak, Lance nodded.
Oliver sidled into position, erection in his meaty palm.
The Alpha lifted Lance’s left leg to his shoulder and then his right, opening him wider.
Lance held his breath preparing for the intrusion but it didn’t come. “You need to relax.”
“I-I can’t.”
Oliver grunted. Cock still in one hand he reached out with his other and stroked Lance’s rod. Fire sparked under his touch and the breath he’d been holding burst free. The Alpha’s teasing fingers covered every inch of his member until it throbbed.
Lost in the headiness of their connection, Lance didn’t worry when Oliver lined himself up at the opening again. He buried himself to the hilt in one swift movement and Lance howled, head dropping back into the pillow.
“You’re tight.” Oliver’s voice sounded strained. “I should have stretched you more.” He leaned over him, lips close to his. Instead of a kiss the man’s teeth sank into junction of his neck and shoulder. The pain vanished and he felt as if he was flying, as if on a spirit quest, but he didn’t know what answer he was seeking. The lone wolf, the Alpha, his protector Oliver was his mate. From this second onward until death did they part.
“Lance. Lance.” Oliver’s speech sounded garbled to his ears. “Lance, come back to me.”
As if those were the magic words, his wings stilled and he came in for a landing right in Oliver’s arms.
He blinked. “Is it over?” Belatedly he realized Oliver remained seated inside him.
“No.” Oliver chuckled. “We’re mated, but the fun is just beginning.”
He rocked his hips and Lance moaned. Oliver filled every inch of him.
“I want to see you come apart, little wolf.” He thrust in a fast, steady pace.
His breath came in gasps. His balls tightened along with a coiling rope inside him. Lance’s heart punched his chest it beat so hard. Would he survive this coupling? More. He wanted Oliver to touch him but he couldn’t form the words.
“I can hear your thoughts even in human form. We’re mated.” Oliver’s hands cupped his cheeks, he kissed him, their chests grinding together.
“Come for me,” Oliver ordered.
The coil inside Lance snapped. He sprayed Oliver’s chest with creamy seed, pleasure cascading over him in waves.
“You’re mine,” Oliver said in a throaty growl, coming inside him. He held onto Lance’s shoulders anchoring each other through the aftershocks.
“I’m yours,” Lance agreed. He’d not only found another place to belong he’d found his mate.
Mighty Elk would be speechless if he realized his actions had caused Lance such happiness. For some reason he doubted that would be the last he’d see of his former Alpha.
“What do we do now?”
His mate pulled out his limp length. “I clean you up,” he announced. Bending down he lapped at the seed on Lance’s belly.
“Ooh.” He ran his fingers through Oliver’s blond silky hair. “More than just my stomach needs to be cleaned up.”
Oliver shook his head, grinning. “You sure know how to order an Alpha around for an Omega wolf.”
Lance’s cheeks heated and despite the teasing tone of his mate’s voice an automatic apology stood on the tip of his tongue.
“I don’t mind,” Oliver said, taking his worry away. “I want you to express all your needs. I will meet them.”
His mate’s mouth circled his spent cock. He sucked the head into his mouth and Lance sighed. What a wondrous sensation! Oliver’s rough tongue caressed his sensitive flesh coaxing every nerve ending alert. It seemed his Alpha didn’t mind serving him on occasion.
Even in the afterglow of mating something nipped at Lance’s mind. I think Mighty Elk will be back. He said he had to mourn Swift Hunter. Somehow thinking the thoughts were easier than voicing them.
I know. I’ll be on alert now. I’ll be ready for him.
Lance tried to swallow his fear. Oliver was a lone wolf—now a mated lone wolf. He didn’t have wolves to protect his territory. What would he do if Mighty Elk returned with his entire pack?
One Last Thing
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Shiloh
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Shiloh Saddler is primarily a GLBT Erotic Romance author. Her favorite genre is historical romance. She likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.
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