by Lisa Oliver
“Food,” he gasped out. Scott looked at him with eyes blown with lust. Damien didn’t think he had ever seen anything so sexy in his life. The brilliant lust filled eyes combined with bright red lips swollen from kissing, was a combination Damien found hard to resist, especially as he felt Scott’s hard cock pressing into his thigh. Knowing he was in the same state made things even more difficult.
“Food,” he repeated. “You need to eat. We need to eat.”
“I need you, Damien,” Scott growled and reached for him again.
Needs of my mate first, needs of my mate first. Damien ran the mantra though his head even as his own needs threatened his control. Taking a deep breath, Damien grabbed Scott’s wandering hands and said as calmly as he could, “Babe, you have been sick. We both have. We need to eat. I want you. Fuck, I want you so bad. Don’t ever doubt that. But I have got to get back to my pack and you need some time to say goodbye to yours. Take pity on me mate, and let’s get up and find some food, please?”
Scott nodded slowly, and kissing Damien’s knuckles lightly, he slipped out of Damien’s grasp and out of the bed, heading for the bathroom. Damien took a long moment to fully appreciate the wonder that was Scott’s delectable ass and then rolled out of bed himself, searching for his clothes. He was just pulling his muscle shirt over his head when he heard Scott come back into the room.
“I am not sure what I am going to do with my cars and my house and stuff,” Scott said as he pulled some clothes out of his dresser and started getting dressed.
“Cars? As in more than one?” Damien asked.
Scott blushed. “Yeah, I like to restore cars but then I don’t like to sell them when they are done. I have four finished ones at the moment, another one I’m working on, plus two motorbikes.”
“We’ll organize a transport trailer for them,” Damien said. “They’re important to you so they have to come with you. What’s the situation with your house?”
“I own that,” Scott said with a worried look on his face. “But I can probably rent that out through Griff and Diablo. We have two new people who have asked to join this pack, who might need housing, or Griff and Diablo could use the house to put up shifters they have working for their security firm. Actually that might work out best, because then I can leave it furnished. I take it I won’t need my furniture in Texas?”
Crossing the room, Damien took his mate’s face into his hands and kissed him thoroughly. He found he was getting addicted to kissing his mate and planned to do it often.
“I can organize to transport anything you want to bring with you. I want you to be happy in our home. So if you want to bring all of your furniture and throw mine out, then fine. Fuck, if you want to bring the house, we’ll organize that as well.”
“You’d do that for me?” Scott seemed surprised.
“What part of I want you to be happy don’t you get my mate?” Damien was deadly serious. He had the money, the contacts and the resources to move anything of Scott’s to his new home - their home he reminded himself.
“You don’t have to shift the house or the furniture,” Scott said, a huge smile on his face. “But my cars and bikes are not negotiable. I hope you have a garage somewhere on your pack land.”
“I have an apartment above the club, where I live most of the time, or should I say we will” Damien explained as he caught Scott’s hand in his and led him from the bedroom. “There’s a huge garage area underneath the club that is barely used, so you can have all of that space for your workshop if you want. I also have a large house on our pack lands and there’s plenty of room there to build new sheds if you need them. I just don’t spend too much time on my land, as the club takes up a lot of my time, and I run the pack from the club. If you don’t like either of those places, then we will build another house on the pack land, or in town. Whatever you want.”
“Why would you change your life around like that for me?” Scott asked, as they headed down the stairs to the kitchen.
Damien pulled Scott close and dropped another kiss on the top of the man’s head. “I have been waiting for you for over 100 years. I don’t care what I have to rearrange to have you in my life,” he said honestly.
“Just how old are you?
“Old enough to know when I am hungry,” Damien laughed as they entered the kitchen.
Chapter Ten
Brunch had been an interesting affair. Both the mated pairs, Kane and Shawn, Griff and Diablo, were a lot more settled now that Damien had apparently sorted things with Scott. Dean was as quiet as ever, although cooking up a storm in the kitchen. But Troy refused to be drawn into any discussions about anything at all, and just sat quietly watching Damien and Scott together.
Scott was well aware of what was bugging his brother - he just wasn’t sure what to do about it. It was inevitable when two mated wolves, that came from different packs, decided to claim each other, that one of them was going to have to move. In this case, because Damien was Alpha of his pack, there was never any question about who was going to be doing the moving. Damien couldn’t leave his pack and that meant Scott was the one who had to do the packing.
In their whole lives together, Scott and Troy had only been apart once. When Troy had been told to leave their pack after being caught with a male human from their local town, he had told Scott to stay on. Being exiled from a pack is hard on any wolf, and Troy didn’t want Scott to be as homeless as he was at that time. Scott stayed, purely and simply, because he had a job and was able to send Troy money, until Troy had met up with Kane, and been invited to join the Cloverleah pack.
As soon as Troy had gotten settled he had called his brother and Scott left his home pack willingly. It had been really hard for both of them to be parted from each other. Scott didn’t imagine this time would be any different. But his first focus had to be Damien from now on, and Troy’s mate Anton, a wolf Troy hadn’t physically met yet, was due back from some special ops job he was working on, within the month. Troy would have plenty to occupy himself then. But for now Troy was worried about his brother and it showed.
Finally Scott couldn’t take it anymore and he signaled to Troy to come with him. Kissing Damien briefly as he got up from the table, Scott simply said, “packing,” and shook his head when Damien offered to help. Encouraging his mate to stay talking to the others, Scott and Troy headed to the front door.
“Where are you going?” Damien called out.
“My house,” Scott yelled back with a grin, not stopping his progress out of the house. Seconds later, two big hands grabbed him around the waist and spun him around and Scott was looking up into the face of a very angry Alpha.
“I thought your packing would be done from here,” Damien growled as he nibbled over Scott’s mating mark. As much as Scott wanted to melt into the embrace, he needed to talk to Troy more. Damn, this is where the mind meld thing would come in handy, but as he didn’t want to hold up his packing any longer than necessary, for now he had to resort to words.
“Damien, my house is five minutes down the road. I only have a few of my clothes here and I need to get more if I’m coming with you in a matter of hours. I want Troy to give me a hand because he will be dealing with the rest of my stuff when I’m gone. You stay here and play nice with the Alpha’s okay?” He said hopefully.
“I don’t want you out of my sight,” Damien muttered as he licked a path up Scott’s neck. Scott gave a groan, but shoved at Damien’s chest at the same time. It would be really tempting to give in to his mate, but Damien had to learn that there were some things he could do for himself, and today was as good a time as any to start the lesson.
“I won’t be gone more than an hour. I promise. I need this time with Troy, please mate?” Scott whispered. Damien lifted his head from Scott’s neck and looked deep into his eyes. Apparently satisfied with what he could see, he bent down and gave Scott a scorching kiss, pressing Scott’s body along his in a possessive embrace. When he finally let go, Scott’s knees were wobbly, his cock was
throbbing and he wasn’t sure where the door was.
“One hour,” Damien said firmly in his deep Alpha voice. “Not a minute more or I will come looking for you.”
“That tone really doesn’t work with me,” Scott said with a laugh. But when he saw Damien’s expression, he reached up and cupped Damien’s face in his hands. His mate was super possessive and worried about him, so he relented a little. “One hour, I promise.”
Grabbing Troy’s hand, Scott turned and ran out of the door before Damien could change his mind. As they got into Troy’s SUV, Troy couldn’t help but comment, “well he’s a wee bit possessive isn’t he?”
“Yes,” said Scott. “But it’s kinda hot when he goes all Alpha on me, you know.” He gave his cock a thump to remind it that they actually had work to do.
“How are you going to be able to hold your own with him, Scott? Him being all Alpha and everything. He’ll run all over you, like your feelings are nothing. You’ve got too much spirit to let him rule you. You’ll be miserable.” Troy sounded really worried, so Scott genuinely considered his answer.
He knew he had a lot of spirit and was probably a lot cheekier than Damien was used to dealing with, both in bed and out. Scott also knew that in front of the pack at least, he would have to be respectful, otherwise Damien’s position could be weakened by his attitude. Mind you, that is where the mind meld would come in handy. No-one else would know if he was less than respectful to Damien in his head.
To Scott at least, Damien wasn’t his Alpha - Kane was. Damien was his mate, and while he supposed that technically Damien would be his Alpha too, once he reached Texas, in his head it would always be Kane that would hold that position. Damien had told him he would be Alpha Mate and he wasn’t even sure what that meant. He guessed he would find out when it happened.
“I don’t know what to tell you Troy. I do know he was wrecked when he was apart from me, and in private he is not as domineering as I thought he would be. It’s just he’s only been back with me less than 24 hours, and I think that is what prompted today’s little display. I’m sure when he gets back to leading his pack and running his club, he’ll be too busy to keep tabs on what I do all day.”
“What are you going to do all day?” Troy asked as they got out of the SUV and headed into Scott’s house.
“Fucked if I know,” Scott said honestly. He wandered into his large master bedroom and looked around the room with regret. He really loved this room, and had decked it out just the way he liked it. Huge bed, large flat screen television, heaps of comfortable pillows, all coordinated in muted brown and cream shades. One wall of his room was completely in glass including French doors that looked out to the forest. Scott loved lying on his bed at night with the doors open, listening to the sounds of the forest and watching the stars. Moving to an apartment above a club didn’t sound that appealing, but it was just one of the adjustments Scott was going to have to make.
Pulling two large suitcases out of the wardrobe, Scott opened them up and put them on the bed, indicating to Troy that he should start pulling clothes out of his dresser. It seemed to Scott, that the sight of the suitcases had triggered something in Troy, who was silent as he methodically pulled clothes out of the drawers and transferred them to one of the suitcases.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” Scott said quietly as they worked. “And to be honest it scares the fuck out of me. I’m going to be Alpha Mate apparently, and that’s supposed to be a big deal in Damien’s pack. But how the heck should I know? I’m not big enough to fight for my place; I’m too big to be a twink. I’m not a sub or a Dom, and” Scott said hurriedly as he saw his brother’s expression, “I’ve already told Damien I refuse to be a sub for him. I guess I’m going to have to carve out a space for me, the way I am.”
“You know that I have got your back, no matter where you are, right?” Troy said as he closed one of the cases. “If it gets too bad, or you can’t cope, then I am just a phone call away.”
Scott abandoned his packing and hugged his brother tightly, unmanly tears welling up in his eyes.
“I’m counting on it,” he said roughly. He pulled back a bit and rested his head on Troy’s, the pair of them mirror images of each other. “But you know I can’t live without him, yeah, and I gotta go and see where this takes us. Who knows, maybe I can loosen him up a bit?”
Troy gave a shaky laugh, “Well if anyone can, it will be you.”
Then on a more serious note he added, “look, no-one knows more than I, how close you came to dying without him and if I had to chose between you dying, and you living with an egotistical Alpha in Texas, then I’ll take option B every time. But make sure you stay true to yourself, yeah? Don’t let him stop you being you.”
“I won’t,” Scott promised. “Hey,” he said as he headed to the bathroom to collect his toiletries and other supplies from there, “it’s about all I have got, me being me, and I trust the Fates on this one. If they had wanted me to be any different than who I truly am, then they would have given me someone different as a mate.”
He wandered back into the bedroom and grinned at Troy. “The guy is as old as the hills. Maybe I am meant to rock his world a little.”
“Or a lot, knowing you,” Troy laughed with him. The two men collected the now full suitcases off the bed, and put them by the front door. Scott took a moment to look around his lounge. He sagged a bit beside his brother. He didn’t want to dismantle his home.
“Leave it to me,” Troy said, understanding how his twin was feeling. “I’ll sort out your personal stuff and get it boxed up for you. You can decide what you want to do with it later, yeah? You’ve got a lot to be dealing with at the moment.”
“Thank you,” Scott said quietly. He went and sat on his big leather couch and Troy plopped down beside him, leaning into him the way they always did when they were alone together. They sat in silence for a bit, like they had a million times before, comfortable with each other in a way they had never been with others.
“So have you heard from Anton lately?” Scott asked.
“We Skyped a couple of days ago, for five minutes. He apparently has one last job to do before he comes home. You know the military - all hush, hush, can’t tell me anything. He reckons he won’t be able to get in touch until he is ready to come home,” Troy said sadly.
“Are you excited about meeting him?”
“I don’t know what to think,” Troy admitted quietly. “I mean he’s gorgeous and his voice sends shivers straight to my cock every time we speak. But, you know, he’s a soldier and he’s a Master at Claudes’. I just don’t know if we have anything in common. I know there is no way I would be able to cope if we mated and then he left again for months at a time. Shit, I saw what happened to you in just one week.”
“Yes,” said Scott. “But what you have to remember is that Damien felt the same way. He wasn’t eating or sleeping, or screwing around with his twelve subs. He was dying in his own way. It was just taking him longer. Anton will feel the same once he’s claimed you.”
“I guess,” Troy said quietly, and then he sat up and looked at Scott. “What do you mean, Damien’s twelve subs?”
“Yes, isn’t it hilarious? Apparently, the great Damien has such a reputation at the club he owns, that he has twelve little twinks, all on a roster, all waiting for their Master’s command.”
“You’re kidding, surely,” Troy couldn’t believe it.
“Nope,” Scott said with a huge grin on his face. “So you can imagine what the situation is going to be like when I get there. Gonna break a lot of little twinky hearts. Great start to getting involved with the pack, don’t you think?”
“Crap,” said Troy forcefully. “Between battling twinks and the enforcers, who aren’t going to think much of the fact you killed Levi and Drake, you’re going to have your hands full.”
“Well according to Damien, the position of Alpha Mate is second only to him in the pack. Oh, and he has said that with our mating, I now own
half the club as well. So I will outrank the enforcers, and be the boss of the twinks - think it will give me an edge?” Scott grinned at his brother, as the cell phone in his pocket started to ring. He pulled it out and grimaced, showing the text to his brother.
“Alpha D getting antsy, get back here,” Troy read out, raising his eyebrows. “Who’s that from?”
“Dean,” said Scott getting up and pulling his brother up with him. “Guess our hour is up.” As he headed for the door, Troy pulled him back one more time and Scott hugged his brother tightly.
Foreheads together, sharing their breath, they said together, “Always my brother. Always got your back. Always, forever and always.” And if either man was crying as they made their way back to the Cloverleah pack house, then neither one of them said anything about it.
Chapter Eleven
Damien knew there were a lot of things he should do for Scott when they first arrived back at his apartment, above his club in Texas. The man probably wanted to freshen up, perhaps rest, take a look around the rooms that would be his new home, get unpacked, eat, sit, talk. Damien didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care. His mate was finally here in his apartment, and all Damien wanted to do was find the nearest flat surface, lay his mate on it, and fuck him till they both saw stars.
Fortunately Scott seemed to have the same idea. The moment Damien’s lips met Scott’s, the smaller man wrapped his arms around Damien’s neck and climbed up Damien’s body, anchoring his legs firmly around Damien’s narrow hips. Scott’s mouth opened under Damien’s attack eagerly and the two men dueled tongues, the heat between them growing by the second.
Damien’s cock threatened to split his pants and he could feel the same hardness in his mate, as Scott wriggled and writhed against Damien’s hips. Running his hands down Scott’s back, Damien groaned as he reached his mate’s ass - two perfect globes encased in denim. Flexing his long fingers Damien grasped and kneaded the cloth covered mounds, loving how Scott responded to his touch.