When No Doesn't Cut It

by Lisa Oliver

  “Oh fuck,” he whispered, “You’re real.” He struggled weakly to wriggle out of Damien’s arms, but Damien wouldn’t let him go even as amusement tinged the big man’s eyes.

  “I did tell you I was real, and I asked you repeatedly to open your eyes so you could see that for yourself,” Damien explained.

  “Yes, but…” Scott’s words were lost as Damien put his hand over his mouth, hushing him. Damien turned to Troy and said, “I am going to get Scott into the shower. Can you get us some food - meat if you can, and as much of it as possible? I take it Scott hasn’t eaten for a while?”

  “Five days,” Troy said, looking at Scott as if to make sure he was going to be okay. Still in a state of shock, Scott nodded behind Damien’s hand, and Troy left the room closing the door behind him. Damien lifted his hand from Scott’s mouth and smiled down at him.

  “Now, what were you saying?”

  “Why are you here?” Scott managed to get the words out, his throat still a bit tight from lack of use.

  “To accept your terms for our mating, and take you back to Texas with me,” Damien said as he stood up and gathered Scott into his arms, holding him against his broad chest. “Now is the bathroom through here?” He asked, tilting his head towards the door at the far end of Scott’s room. All Scott could do was nod again, this time overcome at Damien’s simple words.

  Damien held onto him as he got the water just right and then he maneuvered them under the water. Scott leaned against Damien as the big man soaped him carefully all over his body, Scott’s legs still too weak to hold himself upright for long. But Scott’s mind was still trying to process the sudden reappearance of his mate.

  “Did any of my pack members put you up to this,” Scott asked, his eyes narrowing at the possibility.

  “Nope,” said Damien. “No-one told me you were sick until after I rang Kane and asked for permission to come and get you.”

  “So what made you change your mind?” Scott asked even as he let out a small moan. Damien was soaping little small circles all over his back and the feeling was heavenly.

  “I didn’t want to say no in the first place,” Damien rumbled softly. “It’s just…I…I have issues about bottoming for anyone.”

  “Because I’m only a beta wolf?” Scott guessed.

  Scott felt his head being tilted up, so he was looking squarely into Damien’s eyes. “It has nothing to do with you, your status, your size, or anything, I promise you. I just had a bad experience when I was very young, and time doesn’t seem to have lessened the impact for me.” Damien’s voice was low but totally sincere.

  “I will explain more about that later, I promise,” the bigger man continued as his hands kept up a soothing melody of sensations on Scott’s skin. “You should probably also know that I’ve never had a proper relationship, have never allowed anyone to spend the night in my bed, and there’s going to be a lot of subs in my club that are going to be pissed that we’re mates. Still want to take the job on?”

  Damien had said the words lightly, but Scott could see how nervous the Alpha was as he waited for Scott’s response. It was this nervousness that settled Scott’s own concerns about mating with a man he really didn’t know. Even now, Scott could sense how important he was to Damien, and this big private man was allowing Scott to see a side of him very few people shared.

  “Does this mean I’ll have my own room?” He said with a small smile.

  “No.” Damien replied. “It means you will have to snuggle close to me in bed because I probably hog the covers.” Damien had started to shampoo Scott’s hair and Scott shivered as strong fingers massaged his scalp.

  “I don’t want to be apart from you Scott. Not for one minute of one day or night. Never again.”

  As Damien tilted Scott’s head back and gently washed the shampoo from Scott’s hair, he looked deep into Scott’s eyes and said, “I know we don’t know each other yet, but I was a wreck without you. I don’t want to go through that again.”

  “Me neither,” Scott agreed quietly. He took the soap from Damien and started to slowly clean his mate. Despite still feeling week and tired, Scott couldn’t help but appreciate the strong build, well defined muscles and sheer power that lurked under Damien’s skin. At six foot six, Damien was huge. His shoulders were twice the size of Scott’s, and Scott had never considered himself a small man. Damien’s tanned skin was smooth all over and the only hair the man had, apart from the long thick locks falling from his head, was a tight group of curls nestled around the man’s impressive cock.

  Damien wasn’t pretty by any means. His strong face hosted grey eyes, high cheekbones and a long straight nose. He had thin lips for a big man, and a squared jaw that accentuated the man’s pure sex appeal. But when the big man smiled, two dimples appeared in his cheeks and when they popped out, the man’s face went from deadly handsome to drop-dead gorgeous.

  Scott fumbled the soap, the steam from the shower and the force necessary to stay standing, weakening him more than he thought possible. Damien quickly took the soap from him and finished cleaning himself off one handed, the other arm supporting Scott.

  “I’m sorry,” Scott muttered.

  “You need to eat and get some sleep,” Damien said gruffly, pulling Scott out of the shower and drying him thoroughly. When Damien was satisfied Scott was dry, he wrapped a clean towel around his own waist and supported Scott, as the man moved back into the bedroom and got him settled in bed.

  Once Scott was comfortable, sitting with his back supported by the headboard, Damien walked naked over to the dresser where a large tray had been left. There were two huge plates of food on the tray - steak, sausages, bacon and a smaller helping of vegetables and pasta. Troy had also provided bottles of water and a pot of coffee sat to the side of the tray.

  Damien carried the tray over and set it down on the bed next to Scott and then climbed in on the other side of it.

  “Eat,” he said gruffly, picking up a piece of bacon and putting it to Scott’s mouth. Opening his mouth to protest, Scott found the bacon shoved firmly in his mouth and he was forced to chew and swallow before he could have his say.

  “I’m not a sub,” he said shortly, “I can feed myself.”

  Damien looked over at him and Scott was lost again the man’s eyes.

  “Any man may feed his mate. It is considered a sign of affection,” the bigger man said quietly. “But I take it from your comments that you do know about the BDSM lifestyle and what, don’t approve?”

  Scott laughed as he picked up another piece of bacon. He was surprised to find that he was hungry. “I know about the lifestyle, Damien.”

  He blushed a little and then thought, to hell with it, this was his mate and he owed him the truth. “I had a bit of an on-again, off-again, fling with Claude of the Tulsa, Oklahoma pack. Claude was into the lifestyle and I used to sub for him when he did demonstrations and stuff like that, sometimes. Only scenes in public; sex in private. But I didn’t get off on the scenes, although I like a bit of kink as much as the next man. I know for a fact I’m not a sub in that respect.”

  “Claude,” Damien said with a bit of a growl. “He’s the Alpha there, isn’t he? Runs his own club, like I do?”

  “On a much smaller scale,” Scott assured him. He laughed. “You know Claude is going to kill himself laughing when he finds out you and I are mated. We both thought our mates would be little twinks who were loving and adoring and needed taking care of. That’s why we broke up,” he said looking at Damien again.

  “Why, because you weren’t a bottom boy?”

  “No, that’s not it at all,” Scott said indignantly. “It was because we weren’t true mates. Oh we had some fun, and we liked each other, but I knew I had to stop screwing around if I wanted to meet my mate, so I broke up with him. We’re still friends. Oh, and for your information I’m a switch,” he added as he popped some steak into his mouth. Hmmm, the food tasted good and he was already starting to feel his strength return as he ate.
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br />   “So you’ve topped before,” Damien said as he kept eating. The man’s plate was almost empty and Scott realized that Damien had probably had the same problems eating as he’d had while they were apart.

  “More times than I can count, and bottomed just as often. It really doesn’t bother me, either way.”

  Scott thought for a moment and then said, “Look I know you were shocked by my condition for being mated with me, and I probably should have explained it to you. It’s just you came bowling into my life like a force ten gale. I knew I would have to give up my home, my job, my pack, and my twin to be with you. I also knew that I was always going to be inferior to you. I’m a beta wolf, not an Alpha. I don’t have a lot of skills and you…well you’re Damien. I don’t bring a lot to this partnership at all, I realize that. But in this pack, we double mate and that has always been important to me, and I didn’t think it was too much to ask from a true mate.”

  “It’s not,” said Damien, shoveling the last of his steak into his mouth. He looked across at Scott’s plate that was still half full and Scott pushed it towards him. Scott was already feeling a lot better, although if it was the steak or the presence of his mate, he wasn’t sure. His wolf was a lot happier, he could sense that much, and he knew at some stage he was going to have to ask Shawn how to release the blocks in his mind so that he and Damien could share the mind meld as well.

  “Yes, well,” Scott said, a tinge of pink hitting his cheeks again, “If I’d known it was an issue for you I probably would have found a better way of broaching it. I’m not going to back down,” he said, looking Damien straight in the eye. “But I am hoping you will feel better about it once we get to know each other. I’m not going to push to do it straight away.”

  “A month. I’ll submit to you within the month. You have my word,” Damien said quietly. “And look, about all of the other things you said. To me you are not an inferior wolf. You are and will be, the Alpha Mate. You are now half owner of my club, our house, and all that I have. The Alpha Mate status is special because our pack hasn’t had one of those for over 150 years, but believe me, in terms of ranking, it’s second only to me. Your beta wolf status will bring an added depth to our pack because of your natural caring nature. You’ll come to care for our pack and,” he added with a laugh, “you will probably be a darn sight more approachable to many pack members, than I am.”

  “As far as the BDSM lifestyle goes,” the man continued. “I am a Master and a Dominant because I own the club and I’m an Alpha wolf. Just about every sexual partner I’ve had in the past 100 years or more has been a sub - a proper sub. But I already told you, I have never been in a relationship. The subs were willing bodies to whip, or bind, and holes to fill, and that was all. But even before I met you, the whole process felt so…empty. Most times I didn’t kiss or even hug the boys I was fucking. They serviced me and that was the sum total of my relationship with them.”

  “You’re going to laugh at this,” Damien said, “or at least I can hope you will find the humor in it. My subs are on a roster. I have twelve house subs and they all take turns at servicing me. Nine times out of ten I don’t even know who I’m getting when I order someone to come to me.”

  “Fuck,” said Scott, blown away by what Damien had said. “Real lord of the manor stuff.” Then jealousy reared its ugly head and Scott growled, “So, how many of them did you use in the week you were away from me?”

  “None,” Damien seemed surprised. “Scott, you’re my mate and all I could think about after I left here was you. I might have been a right royal slut and you are going to hear a lot about that in Texas, but no. Since I met you, I haven’t touched another person, and I didn’t want to. Are some of my subs going to be pissed off? Probably yes. It was an honor in my club, and my pack, to be on my roster, no matter how you might see it. But I wouldn’t touch another man sexually now for anything, and I never will again.”

  Looking deep into Damien’s eyes, Scott could see that the man was telling the truth. Okay, so he did know that Damien couldn’t get it up for anyone again anyway, especially now he was wearing Scott’s mark on his neck, but he wasn’t so sure the man wouldn’t have tried when he had gone back to Texas.

  Then he saw the tiredness in Damien’s eyes and Scott figured they had talked about enough for today at least. They had a lifetime to get to know each other. Scott took the plates off the bed and asked Damien, “Did you want to try and sleep here or would you like your own room? I think we could both do with some sleep.”

  Damien wrapped his huge arms around Scott and pulled him so that Scott’s head was nestled in the crook of his neck. Then with some wiggling, he got the pair of them laying flat on the bed and he pulled the covers up over them. Scott wrapped his free arm around Damien’s waist and snuggled in closer as his eyes closed.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” Damien murmured, and that was the last thing Scott heard as he drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Damien woke to the most amazing warmth enveloping his morning wood. He lay there savoring the sensation for a while, inhaling the unique scent of his mate, and registering that he’d had the best sleep he in a long time. But soon curiosity overcame him, and forcing his eyes open, he looked down to see Scott’s blond head bobbing up and down on his cock with obvious enjoyment, the man’s eyes closed as he took Damien in as deep as he could before swallowing and taking him to the hilt. Damien gave one tiny thrust as his climax rocked through his half asleep body and he came loudly, pouring seed down his mate’s throat.

  Sucking him through his orgasm, Scott cleaned him off thoroughly with his tongue, before moving up to lie beside Damien on the bed. He had a cheeky grin on his face.

  “Morning,” he said, smile firmly in place.

  “Morning yourself,” Damien managed to respond. “Er not that I am complaining or anything, but why the wake-up blow job?”

  “Well, you said you don’t kiss,” Scott said, “and I figured that a blow job was as close as I was going to get to a decent good morning.”

  “I said I didn’t kiss. I do now,” Damien said roughly as he pulled Scott into his arms and ravaged the man’s mouth. He could taste himself on Scott’s tongue, something he had never experienced before, and he found it strangely erotic. Underneath the salt and musk, the unique taste of his mate came through, and Damien groaned. Running his hand down Scott’s muscled torso Damien found his cock easily, rock hard and leaking.

  Keen to taste his mate, Damien ran his tongue over Scott’s chin, down his throat and then straight down his torso and up the full length of Scott’s cock. Taking just a second to appreciate Scott’s gasp, Damien then engulfed Scott’s entire length into his mouth and proceeded to drive his mate out of his mind. Employing a strong suction, Damien’s head rose and fell above Scott’s prick; lapping, and nibbling and when he finally sank one of his eye teeth into Scott’s slit, the man exploded beneath him, crying out Damien’s name as he came.

  “Now that’s a good morning,” Damien said with a satisfied smirk on his face as he tacked the man back up against his body with Scott’s head nestled in his neck. He wasn’t about to tell Scott that was the first blow job he had given in about fifty years, and from the way the man had flown apart as he climaxed, he guessed it wasn’t obvious. His mate tasted delicious and he was keen to add blow jobs to the list of things he would be doing differently because of his mate.

  For a while the two men lay together, simply enjoying being close. Then Damien heard Scott ask quietly, “Why did you get me to bite you? You know, you didn’t have to do that especially as an Alpha wolf.”

  Running his hand up and down Scott’s arm, Damien asked a question of his own. “This status business bothers you a bit doesn’t it?”

  Damien felt Scott’s soft sigh against his skin. “I don’t want to cause you any problems,” he admitted. “I’m not an Alpha wolf, I never will be. Nor am I sub or a twink. I am not sure how I’m going to fit into your pack. Now you are wearing my m
ark, your pack is going to assume that I have claimed you, and I can’t help but worry that will weaken you in their eyes.”

  Gently pulling Scott’s face from his neck, Damien tilted the man’s head up so they were staring deep into each others’ eyes. Scott’s eyes were a brilliant bright blue, but right now they were tinged with worry.

  “I wanted you to bite me because I am proud to be your mate,” Damien said firmly. “My mate. Not a sub, or an enforcer, but the Alpha Mate of my pack and half owner of my club. My partner in all things. Scott, you single handedly took out two of my strongest enforcers. You helped me overcome a bear shifter. You stood by me when I had to deal with Isaac, and you had the strength to stand by your convictions and walk away from me when I couldn’t give you what you wanted. Don’t ever doubt your strength, both physically and spiritually.”

  Dropping a kiss on Scott’s forehead, Damien continued. “You also care about me and I don’t have that in my life. You had your mind blocked from mine, which I want undone incidentally, so that your pain wouldn’t touch me. You were prepared to die, rather than let me know you were sick, which okay, I have mixed feelings about, but I know you just wanted me to get on with my life, and you were prepared to die to allow me to do just that. Even your last words to me before I left were about having a safe trip home. You are an amazing man, and I haven’t doubted, or worried about the Fate’s decision, since I knew you existed. Just being with you makes me stronger.”

  “Wow,” Scott said. “I seriously never expected you to ever say things like that about me, or anyone for that matter. I don’t know what to say. Thank you seems a bit inadequate.”

  “Then kiss me instead,” Damien suggested and Scott proceeded to show him just how well he could kiss. Scott mastered him, teasing his mouth, playing with his tongue and moving his lips against Damien’s so sensuously that Damien thought he could climax from kissing alone. As much as he needed to plunge himself balls deep into his mate, Damien reminded himself that Scott had been really sick and should be fed again so he reluctantly pulled away from Scott, panting heavily as he did so.