by Sky Winters
Brock glanced in the rearview mirror and was caught off-guard by the peaceful look on Owen’s face. The sun was just beginning to set, and in the twilight, Owen’s face took on an ethereal kind of beauty. He had relaxed his grip on Brock’s shoulders, seemingly at ease after a few minutes on the road. He was clearly relishing the feeling of being on the bike, lost far away in his own thoughts as he enjoyed the feeling of the wind in his hair.
Soon, the neon lights of Brock’s favorite diner came into view and he pulled the bike into the parking lot. He would treat the kid to a nice warm meal and take him back to his car. Maybe give him his phone number. Nothing too serious to start with. He would plant the seeds and let everything happen as organically as possible.
“I love it here!” Owen exclaimed when Brock turned the engine off. Brock was surprised – most people didn’t even know this place existed.
“So do I,” Brock admitted.
Owen smiled kindly at Brock through the mirror. It made Brock uncomfortable. The man was showing him such unassuming kindness. It almost made him feel bad. But he couldn’t let himself be swayed. Brock dismounted, offering his arm to steady Owen as he did the same. Owen used his arm, but only out of politeness. Brock didn’t feel any pressure from the man’s body.
“This is my booth,” Brock announced when they got inside.
“I usually sit on the other side,” Owen replied, gesturing to the booth directly across from Brock’s. “I wonder if we’ve ever seen each other here before without even knowing it.”
“Maybe,” Brock said, settling down with his menu.
They each ordered their usual and found that they had the same taste – a patty melt and fries with just a little bit of ketchup. Before long they were conversing freely, as if they were old friends who had known each other for years. All traces of Owen’s nervousness were gone. It was as if he was finding his footing with Brock. It was strange how natural their conversation seemed to flow. Brock almost forgot his mission. But maybe that was what being undercover was all about. It probably just meant he was doing it right.
“That really hit the spot,” Owen said when they finished eating. “I haven’t treated myself in a while. I’ve been trying to save up for a new bike. Thank you.”
Brock was caught off-guard by Owen’s gratitude, his clear, sincere eyes were sparkling and he was once again drawn in by the man’s extraordinary beauty. It was sinful for a man to look that good. And yet there he was. He didn’t even seem to realize it. At least, that was how he acted. Who knew what men like Drake McNeil and his brothers really thought? It was often the opposite of what they said and how they acted.
“Y-you’re welcome,” Brock stammered. It was rare for him to lose his composure. Why was Owen so damn attractive? “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Owen smiled and they left together after Brock firmly paid the bill for both meals. Mortal enemy or not, it was a travesty to be seen in a car like that. Especially when you were part of a powerful wolf pack.
“Really though, what’s the story with that car?” Brock pushed. There had to be more to it than Owen was letting on. He could tell from the way he had clenched up when Brock mentioned it the first time. And once Brock asked a question, he didn’t let go of it until he was satisfied with the answer.
“I’ve tried hard to get away from my family,” Owen sighed as he climbed on Brock’s bike. Brock inhaled sharply, growing immediately hard as he felt the man’s hot groin press against his back. “They’re not the greatest bunch. I can’t stand the way they…well anyway, I decided to move out. But I needed money for a down payment on an apartment and something that could carry all my stuff. So, my brother told me about a friend of his who would be willing to do a trade and like a fucking idiot I trusted him.”
They were driving quickly down the highway, Brock picking up speed to try to get his mind off of the sensual thrill of Owen’s body behind him. It had been a while since he had ventured out enough to let himself release his pent up sexual energy. He just hadn’t felt like trying to search for a mate since his brother had died. And who could blame him? Just because his other brothers could go on with their lives like nothing had ever happened didn’t mean that Brock was that way. They were just made out of different stuff. Although he had always been considered the most alpha of his brothers, nothing would be official until one of them mated with an omega female and bore children.
There wasn’t any chance that Brock was up for something like that, but it had left him feeling undeniable sexual frustration. And now, of all times, his body was having a horribly inappropriate reaction to the man behind him, who told his story in a low, wistful voice, his mouth close to Brock’s ear. Why, of all people, did he want Owen so badly? Brock’s body was on fire with every subtle movement coming from behind him. He wanted to relieve all of the aggression and lust he had pent up for so long. And he wanted to let it all out on Owen McNeil, of all people.
What was he going to do?
Chapter 10
Owen hadn’t counted on enjoying the bike ride so much. He almost forgot that the man he was holding onto had been the object of his fantasies for the past seven hours. Almost.
But every time Brock shifted in the seat or glanced back at him in the rearview mirror, Owen’s heart would skip a beat. The rumble of the bike’s engine was enough to make him hard after so long, let alone sitting so near to this perfect stranger. He had been so caught up in the moment that he hadn’t realized that Brock wasn’t heading back toward the venue until a sign welcoming them to another city passed by.
“Where are we going?” Owen asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Was it possible that he was going to another of the gorgeous man’s secret haunts? He would have given anything to know what Brock was thinking.
“My place. That cool?”
Brock kept his eyes on the road as he spoke.
“Sure.”
Owen applauded himself for the self-restraint he had been able to muster. His chest felt like bursting with the excitement he felt, but he was fairly certain he hadn’t conveyed his feelings through his sure. It was a cool sure.
Owen’s clear eyes studied the stars above their heads as the ride wore on. It had been so long since he had been able to enjoy them like this. There was nothing more beautiful than Montana at night. Or Owen would have thought that before he met Brock. Now there was a close competition going on in his head.
Suddenly, the bike pulled off into a long dirt pathway that eventually led to a modest wooden cabin. Owen knew without a doubt that this was Brock’s home. It exuded the same mysterious, assertive energy as its owner did. It seemed to say, “Yeah, this is me. Take me or fuck off, I don’t care either way.” Owen had never been so impressed by such a small place. But compared to his own crappy apartment, it was really a step up. He would have loved to live somewhere so close to the trees.
“This is it,” Brock said, the rumble of the engine dying down. Owen hesitated before dismounting the bike. Something seemed strange about the whole thing. Almost dangerous. But he was usually better at sensing danger. What could possibly happen?
“I like it,” Owen said firmly, unable to express the depth of feeling the cabin inspired in him.
“It’s not much, but it’s mine.”
“I can tell,” Owen said, grinning at Brock.
Brock shifted uncomfortably and looked at the ground. It was a strange action to witness from such an alpha man, and Owen studied him briefly before Brock moved quickly past him to unlock the cabin door.
“Come in, I have beer.”
“Thanks,” Owen said, following Brock into the darkness of the cabin. His senses were overwhelmed by the scent of Brock and the strange mixture of arousal and malice in the air. Brock was an alpha after all, maybe it just made sense that they had more aggression than they knew what to do with. It would explain the feeling of danger. And if he was going to be perfectly honest, Owen wasn’t entirely sure he hated it anyway.
Brock disa
ppeared for a moment and reemerged with two beers. He guzzled down most of one before Owen even got the cap off of his. They stood in silence for a few moments, each of them seemingly lost in their own thoughts, until Brock looked Owen directly in the eye. Owen was electrified by the look; it became immediately clear what it was that Brock wanted. Expected. And Owen knew he wasn’t going to be able to leave until he had satisfied Brock’s demands. And they were dangerous demands indeed.
Brock was suddenly inches from Owen’s face. He moved fast; exactly the kind of alpha behavior Owen would have expected from Brock, even before speaking to him. He had never expected to be in a situation like this, but there they were. Apparently, he had done something very, very right.
The energy in the room crackled around them as Brock grabbed Owen’s beer and sat it down. He shoved Owen by the shoulder, leaving pins and needles where his strong fingers dug into Owen’s flesh. Owen gasped in pleasure and surprise as Brock pinned him up against the wall. Owen’s heart thudded painfully in his chest and his legs grew weak with longing. He probably would have fallen if Brock’s grip hadn’t been so strong.
A sudden, alarming thought flashed in Owen’s mind. It was his first time. Not just with a man, but ever. Would he know what to do? Should he tell Brock and risk humiliating himself?
But Brock didn’t seem to be receptive to any kind of talk and grazed his lips against Owen’s neck as he flipped him so that Owen’s back was pressed against Brock’s broad chest. Owen let out a sigh of pleasure when he felt the generous length of Brock’s shaft hard against his thigh. He froze as Brock began stripping them both, and moaned when the man’s naked body pressed suddenly against his own.
No, he wouldn’t tell Brock that he was a virgin and risk having him stop. He would only mention it if it came up. Just because it was special and strange to Owen, that didn’t mean he couldn’t hold his own with this alpha, no matter how rough it got. He would welcome it.
Chapter 11
Brock’s body was raw with a powerful longing unlike anything he’d ever experienced. His body was on fire as he greedily took in Owen’s perfect form. How had he never guessed that Owen would look so good with his shirt off? And his ass was perfect. Looking at him made Brock feel like a whole new person. An artist, in search of every wonderful thing he could find about the subject before him. And the subject was very generous.
Owen glanced over his shoulder at Brock, seemingly curious as to why the man’s rapid physical ravaging had stopped. Brock couldn’t stop himself from smiling at him, wanting to comfort him in that moment of vulnerability. It was way too easy to forget that Owen was the enemy. Brock’s body seemed to be betraying his mind, wanting to devour more and more of the man’s petite but muscular body.
He wouldn’t be able to do anything if he kept thinking about it though. If he was going to go through with this at all, he would have to forget that Owen was his prey, simply a target. A pawn being felled to serve a greater purpose. Brock would have to play along, and any feelings he might have had organically had he not been consorting with the enemy, he would act on.
Hot tendrils of bliss suddenly overpowered him and his thoughts were broken when Owen’s lips were suddenly around his cock. Brock groaned in pleasure, shocked that anything could feel so good. His hips began thrusting involuntarily, until he was gently fucking Owen’s mouth. Owen had his misty eyes closed, and wrapped his arms around Brock’s torso, gripping his ass firmly and stroking it for his own pleasure more than Brock’s.
Brock could feel his cock swell against Owen’s soft lips, and he shuddered involuntarily as he tried to hold back the powerful waves of orgasm. Owen glanced up at him, almost as if he knew that Brock was holding back, and the challenging little grin on his face made Brock hotter than hell. He gasped as his cock shuddered against the hot wetness of Owen’s tongue, trying as hard as he could to avoid his orgasm.
But Owen was persistent, and decided to change tactics. He expertly ran his hands up Brock’s thighs, until they were resting against his scrotum. Owen’s long fingers massaged Brock’s balls gently, almost expertly, and he found himself dangerously close to losing control. He groaned deeply as hot sparks of bliss welled up in him and his cock throbbed with the pressure of much needed release.
Owen fondled him gently and Brock growled, unable to control himself any longer. He wanted to tear Owen apart. But when he gripped the boy’s delicate shoulders and peered into his clear blue eyes, Owen smiled. A soft, gentle, smile. And somehow, for some reason, all of Brock’s frustrations melted away.
Brock no longer wanted to hurt him. But he did want to fuck him.
Owen gasped in surprise when Brock reached around and gripped his cock firmly in his hand.
“Holy shit,” Brock gasped.
It was surprisingly thick, long for a man of Owen’s stature. He allowed himself to run his hands along the smooth, ribbed surface. He could feel Owen’s muscular body tense up against him, and Brock pressed himself closer to him, until his cock was right between Owen’s legs. They both paused, relishing the feeling of their bodies touching, pressed tightly together with nothing else between them. If Brock didn’t hate the guy so much, he would have probably called it the most intimate moment he’d ever had in his life.
“Ung…”
Owen’s soft breath escaped as his shaft shuddered in Brock’s hand and unleashed a torrent of hot liquid into his palm. Brock hissed in pleasure at the unexpected load in his hand and without thinking much about it, rubbed himself with it.
He stood behind Owen, his cock alert and glistening with the man’s cum, before suddenly plunging himself inside Owen’s body. He groaned as he was surrounded by the hot, tight walls of Owen’s insides, and Owen cried out, whether in pleasure or pain Brock couldn’t tell. But soon, Owen was riding him, encouraging Brock to let go and take charge.
Brock jumped at the chance and finally tapped into the frustration that had been building in him for so many months since his brother’s death. The surprising energy didn’t make Owen flinch. In fact, he seemed to be loving it, which encouraged Brock to continue. It was strange to see the man he thought he hated turn and look into his eyes, as if he understood something about Brock’s pain and he wanted to do anything he could to get him through it. Even at the risk of his own body.
Brock felt something for him then, something real and undeniable. There was something special about this boy, and even if he had started out wanting to hurt him, now it was Owen’s quiet strength helping him to reach catharsis.
Owen reached behind him and gripped Brock’s hand, and held it until he came, hard and powerfully, filling up every crevice of Owen’s ass. Owen squeezed his hand, gasping with pleasure, and held steady as Brock finished. It was an oddly powerful experience and when Owen turned to face him, his chest covered in sweat and heaving, a crooked grin on his face, Brock suddenly felt overwhelmed with shame.
He turned away and left the room as quickly as he could, hoping to leave the past behind him.
Chapter 12
Owen woke up a few hours later, sprawled on Brock’s bed. It smelled strongly of the forest, probably cedarwood and pine, and he inhaled the masculine aura of Brock’s sheets deeply before venturing to sit up.
Brock was beside him, curled up on the bed with his rippling, muscular back to Owen. There was something so fragile about the man, but Owen wouldn’t have ever dared to say that to his face. Still, the alpha energy was there, and it was strong. Had something happened to Brock to make him seem so vulnerable?
Owen slipped his feet from the sheets and stepped onto the cool wooden boards of the floor, cringing when they squeaked. He really didn’t want to wake Brock up, but he had to get home. He didn’t know what time it was, but he knew he needed to get ready for the morning shift at the supermarket. There weren’t any taxis that would pick him up out this way, but if he hurried he could shift into his wolf form and run home before daylight.
He took a long look at Brock before he headed to the
living room to gather up his clothes. They hadn’t been able to stop themselves the night before, and had continued their affair all over Brock’s house. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other, and the more vulnerable Brock looked, the more aggressive he would become. It was exciting, but also concerning.
Something was clearly bothering him, and if Owen had the time, he would have loved to wake up with him to ask him about it. But if he lost his job at the supermarket, he would be forced to return to his miserable life with his brothers, who were just waiting for a reason to laugh in his face for failing at being independent and standing on his own two feet. There was no doubt they resented him, even more so for refusing to take their shit any longer. The first chance they got, they would no doubt lash out at him extra mercilessly for ditching them.
“Jason…”
Brock’s voice reached Owen from the other room. He grumbled the name one more time in his sleep and then fell silent. Owen raised his eyebrows, a short burst of pain welling in his chest.
Who was Jason? Was it possible that Brock was dreaming of another man? Maybe, the man he truly loved? Well what could he expect? With a man as good looking as Brock was, there was bound to be some equally attractive and mysterious man in his heart. It was stupid for Owen to think that their little fling might lead anywhere.
With a sigh, Owen finished dressing and made his way quietly to the door. He was out of his pack’s territory, but it shouldn’t be a problem if he moved quickly. Anyone who encountered him looking to pick a fight would probably sense Brock’s alpha energy all over him anyway and leave him alone. At least, he would have to count on it. Otherwise he wasn’t sure how he was going to get back home in time for work. Or even if he would be able to survive that long.
He crept noiselessly out the door, feeling a little bit like a thief in the night. But what was so wrong about sneaking out of the house? It almost felt worse than sneaking into it. But there was no way that Brock would be hoping Owen would stick around until morning. He was probably doing everyone a favor by leaving. Especially Jason, whoever that was.