When No Doesn't Cut It

by Lisa Oliver

  Even as Damien was thinking too many clothes, Scott had slipped his hand between their bodies, frantically flicking buttons and lowering zips. As Scott grabbed both of their freed cocks in his strong capable hand, Damien’s hands had slipped under Scott’s jeans, his fingers now caressing and teasing Scott’s hole.

  Quickly realizing that Scott wasn’t going to let him in without some serious preparation, because man, that hole was tight, Damien lifted his head from where he was still ravaging his mate’s mouth, looking to see where in the apartment they actually were. He needed lube and he needed it now. Unfortunately, as he lifted his head, his eyes locked on one man he really didn’t want to see right at this minute - Madison, his personal assistant. The only man, apart from Malacai, that ever dared to come into his personal living space. Fuck, Damien had been so caught up in the idea of taking his mate for the first time, he hadn’t even heard Madison enter the room.

  As soon as Madison caught Damien’s eye the little man came forward exclaiming, “No, no, no, Alpha, this won’t do at all. You have twelve men downstairs, none of whom have been serviced in well over a week. You cannot, I repeat cannot, go sticking your dick in some guy who isn’t on the roster. Who…” Madison came closer and sniffed, “isn’t even a pack member. No, no, no, Alpha. You have your roster for a reason, and you promised me you would stick to it. Now put this boy down and send him back to wherever it is you picked him up. I’ll go and send in,” he consulted the clipboard he was carrying, “Moses and Sam to take care of your needs.” He fluttered his hand at Damien’s obvious state of arousal.

  Damien growled, low and mean, as Scott, who had gotten them zipped and buttoned up the moment he heard a strange voice, slipped from his arms and was now looking Madison up and down with a scowl on his handsome face. Damien had to wonder at what Scott was thinking as he viewed the man standing there, complete with clipboard, totally uncaring that he might have interrupted something important. Damn, Scott needed to let down the blocks he still had on his mind. Damien really wanted to know what his mate was thinking.

  Madison was a consummate twink, and it showed from the top of his carefully gelled blond hair, to his kohl rimmed blue eyes, lip gloss, and trim little body encased in skin hugging leather pants topped with a tight little tank top. The man used to be on Damien’s roster some years before, and once he had gotten too old for the role, Damien had taken him on as his personal assistant. The small man was perfect at running Damien’s busy life for him, even if he did have a mouth on him that just wouldn’t stop. But right now he was being a pain in the ass as far as Damien was concerned, and Scott didn’t seem very impressed either.

  Meanwhile, Madison seemed totally unaffected by either Scott’s scowl, or Damien’s growl. “Come on now, Alpha,” the man continued. “We had a deal. If you are bored with your current subs, then by all means, let me know, and I will rotate on some fresh faces. I do have a waiting list you know. But a man in your position just cannot go screwing anything that moves, especially some stray like this one.” Madison flicked a scornful hand at Scott. “And in your apartment too. You only ever fuck in the office, Alpha, so I don’t know why this man is even here. He isn’t even your type. I know you have been sick Alpha, but really this lapse in judgment is just not like you at all.”

  “Who are you to tell your Alpha, who, where and when he should fuck,” Scott asked quietly, his face giving no hint of what he was thinking.

  The little twink drew himself up to his full height of just five foot five inches and said proudly, “I am Madison Worthington, the most important person in this pack aside from the Alpha. I am the Alpha’s personal assistant. I run every aspect of the Alpha’s life, and one of my key jobs is making sure that power hungry lone wolves like you don’t go thinking you can screw your way into this pack or Damien’s good graces. Fuck,” the little man said imperiously, “you’re not even a sub and you are definitely not the Alpha’s type. You’re too big, you’re not pretty enough, and you are not pack. The door is over there,” Madison pointed behind him, “now use it before I call in the enforcers and don’t ever set foot back in our pack lands again.”

  Scott looked at Damien, who was stunned into silence at what Madison was saying, then swung down and swiped his jacket up from the floor where it had fallen. Flipping it nonchalantly over his shoulder, he gave Damien a withering look and headed for the door.

  “Scott,” Damien roared, “where the hell do you think you’re going?”

  Scott turned by the door and glared at Damien and Madison who was now standing protectively next to his Alpha. He quirked an eyebrow and said, “lone wolf, not submissive, not a twink, not your type. I’m leaving, just like Mr. Second in Command has told me to. After all, I wouldn’t even rate a spot on your fucking roster, would I?”

  “Certainly not,” Madison answered for Damien, his own glare firmly in place. Scott shrugged, opened the door to the apartment and closed it firmly behind him.

  Madison turned to Damien with a smile. “Now we have that settled,” he said happily, “I will send Moses and Sam to your office where you can service them before your pack meeting at six o’clock. They will be so pleased to see you are back on form. Your subs have missed you terribly. You didn’t tell me what the pack meeting was for, Alpha, so I haven’t had any time to…” He broke off with a squeak as Damien gripped the tiny man behind his neck and lifted him off of the floor.

  “Do you know what you’ve just done?” Damien growled angrily.

  Even with his feet dangling inches from the floor, Madison tried to look composed. He was used to dealing with Damien in a mood. Damien was prone to them and Madison knew it was just stress talking. Once Damien had serviced a couple of his subs, he would be back to normal. Gosh, the man needed to get laid regularly to keep his tension in check.

  “Well, yes, Alpha, I have just gotten rid of some trash. You know you can’t just go picking up strays and bringing them home, Alpha. Once you have fucked them then they think they can have unrestricted access to the club and your pack. Remember, you pay me to keep riff-raff like that out of your life. That is why we have a roster system to take care of your needs,” Madison concluded stubbornly even as Damien shook him roughly.

  “You have gone too far, Madison. You,” Damien said menacingly, “have just banished the Alpha Mate from his new pack. You have just told MY TRUE MATE that he isn’t good enough for me. That he is not MY FUCKING TYPE! Tell me why I should let you keep breathing,” he roared, shaking the man again.

  “The Alpha Mate?” Madison whispered. Damien whipped aside the neck of his muscle shirt to show the healing scabs on his mating bite. The scar was clearly visible underneath.

  “Oh dear, I have fucked up,” the little man whimpered and then he fainted dead away.

  Damien looked at him in disgust for a moment, and then shaking him again for good measure, he dropped Madison in a heap on the ground. He headed for the door, knowing only too well that if Scott rang Shawn, then the man could already be zapped back to Cloverleah by now. Damien did not want to have to explain to Shawn and Kane that he had fucked up within the first hour of being home.

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  As Scott left Damien’s apartment he didn’t know whether to be pissed off or laugh. He could tell that Damien was totally shocked by what Madison was saying, and guessed that that was why the Alpha had not stuck up for him in the heat of the moment. The little twink just didn’t know when to shut up and Damien wouldn’t have been able to get a word in edgewise.

  Damien obviously didn’t think that Scott would leave like he did either. Scott knew that Damien planned to tell the whole pack about his mating at the pack meeting, which was due to be held in less than an hour. So as he wandered down the steps, towards what was presumably Damien’s club, or hopefully an exit to the outside, he tossed up whether or not to just call home and get zapped back to Cloverleah, or find a drink and stick around to see if Damien would find him.

  Madison’s words hadn’t done anything
to alleviate Scott’s own insecurities, however. Scott already figured he wasn’t Damien’s typical type. And Madison was right. He wasn’t pretty, and he wasn’t small, and he definitely wasn’t a sub. But Damien was clearly into him before they had been interrupted. No-one could fake the hardness Scott had felt when he fisted Damien’s cock alongside his own. He moaned quietly at the memory, his cock hardening again at the thought of Damien in his hand. He had been so ready for Damien to take him - to actually complete the mating properly. Scott hadn’t bottomed for a while, but he was really looking forward to doing so with his mate. And that little twink had come along and wrecked the whole thing.

  Scott slumped down at the bottom of the stairs and pulled out his phone. What to do. What to do. Thinking back over Madison’s comments, Scott didn’t even know if he could go into the club and get a drink. Maybe the club was just for pack members, in which case he would stick out like a sore thumb. Technically too he had been banished from the pack. Okay, not by Damien, but the second in command’s word had to mean something didn’t it? Shit, he really needed to learn more about this pack, and the club, and any rights he might have in either situation.

  Google. He thought decisively. He could phone Troy and get his brother to Google the club so he could at least find out if it was acceptable for non-members to be in there. Flicking his phone onto text messaging, he was just about to draft out a message to Troy, when a large shadow fell over him and Scott looked up to see a huge man, smiling at him.

  “You must be Scott,” the big man said. “What on earth are you doing sitting down here on the stairs? Where’s Damien?”

  “Er, yes my name is Scott, and I am sitting on the stairs because some twink called Madison just banished me from the pack for being with Damien.”

  Scott started getting angry again just at the thought of what Madison had said. “I’m just about to call my brother and find out if non-pack members are allowed to drink at Damien’s club, because I could sure use one about now. Are you the enforcer sent to make sure I’m going to leave?”

  The big man laughed and Scott noticed idly that he was quite good looking in an over-sized muscle-bound sort of way.

  “No, and Madison doesn’t boss me around, ever. I’m Malacai, Damien’s actual second in command, and in charge of the pack and the club when he’s not here. I scented someone new so came to investigate, that’s all. You’ve got Damien’s scent all over you, so that’s how I guessed who you were.” Malacai looked back up the stairs and grinned.

  “I’m going to presume that the Alpha is currently tearing into Madison right now, otherwise I know he would be here. So let me buy you a drink while we wait for him.” Malacai held out his hand to Scott, who took it and swung himself back up on his feet again. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Scott let his new friend lead him around the half wall that blocked the stairway from the view of the club and got his first look at Damien’s pride and joy.

  The firs thing that struck Scott was that the club appeared a lot bigger than Claudes. The room had a high ceiling and was decorated predominantly in black and chrome. All along one edge of the room were booths where couples and groups of wolves were engaged in all types of mild BDSM activity. There were tables for dining, what looked like a dance floor, and along the back wall was a huge stage that rose a good six foot off the floor. Scott could only guess that this stage was used for demonstrations and shows. The room was quite crowded and Scott figured the wolves must be here for the pack meeting.

  Malacai strode confidently through the space, acknowledging other wolves but not stopping to talk to anyone. He stopped in front of a large bar complete with mirror tiles on the wall and endless bottles of drinks. The barman came running over as soon as he spotted Malacai and quickly placed a glass and a bottle of scotch in front of the man. Malacai looked at Scott and indicated the bottle and Scott nodded. Scotch, Bourbon, Whiskey, Rum - in that moment Scott didn’t really care.

  “Another glass please, Peter,” Malacai said as he indicated to Scott to sit on the bar stool next to him. Peter looked at Scott curiously, but quickly found another glass and placed it in front of Scott.

  “Will there be anything else, Sir,” the barman asked Malacai.

  Malacai just shook his head and poured two generous shots into the glasses. Lifting his, he tipped his glass to Scott in a silent toast and then sipped his drink, watching Scott with a thoughtful expression on his face.

  “So what do you think of all this so far?” He asked.

  Scott laughed even though he was far from amused. “Well let’s see. I have been here less than an hour and I have already been banished. I have been told I am not Damien’s type - apparently I am a lone wolf just looking to take advantage of Damien’s lustful urges. I am too big, non-submissive, not pretty enough and not fit to even grace Damien’s famous fuck roster. As the man in question was struck dumb as this was happening and did nothing to stop me leaving, I can only figure that he agreed with what the little twink bastard said.”

  “Why didn’t you stick up for yourself,” Malacai asked. “I heard what you did to Levi and Drake, so I know you are capable.”

  Shaking his head, Scott said, “I’m really not sure. I don’t usually take crap from anybody, but Damien hasn’t told anyone about me, except for you obviously, and I don’t know enough about Damien, this pack or this club to know where I stand. It just seemed easier to stay quiet at the time and leave when I was told to,” he finished lamely.

  “You’re going to need to be really strong to hold your position here,” Malacai told him. “And you do hold a really important position in this pack, and as Damien’s partner in this club. This pack is predominantly male and so there’s always a lot of testosterone around. Women and children aren’t allowed into the club ever - they all stay on the pack lands, and without their calming influence sometimes things can get a bit rough here. But,” he said as he raised his glass to Scott, “for what it’s worth, I think the Fates chose wisely for our beloved leader. I think you’ll be good for him.”

  Scott wasn’t sure if that was true or not at this point, but he nodded and took another sip of his drink.

  “Speaking of our beloved leader,” Malacai continued. “I can hear him coming now, and given that it’s just about time for the pack meeting to start, I think it’s good timing.”

  Scott looked up to see Damien striding towards him, his lovely face twisted into a huge scowl. Scott didn’t need the mind connection to know his mate was not a happy wolf, and he schooled his own facial features into a bland mask and continued to sip his drink as the man got closer. Damien kept marching until he was right up in Scott’s personal space and then he leaned forward, grabbing the nape of Scott’s neck firmly in one hand, before claiming his mouth with his own.

  Kissing him in a brutal fashion that made Scott’s knees turn to jelly, Damien proceeded to map out Scott’s mouth with his tongue as though imprinting Scott’s taste in his memory banks. Only when Scott was panting hard and finding it hard to breathe, did Damien stop. Then he lifted Scott from his stool and threw him over his shoulders, marching towards the stage area of the club. Malacai downed his drink and with a grin on his face followed his Alpha. This pack meeting should be interesting.

  Chapter Twelve

  Damien was furious at the sight of his mate sitting with Malacai at the bar, initially looking like nothing was wrong. But as he drew closer to Scott, he could see the lines of stress around the man’s eyes and realized this introduction to the pack couldn’t have come at a worse time. Damien would have felt a lot better if he could have put a ‘well fucked’ look on his mate’s face before the pack meeting, but Madison had gone and stuffed that up.

  Damien was also aware that the words Madison had said, had fed into Scott’s own initial insecurities. If Damien had had the chance, he would have explained to Scott that it was actually Madison who had determined that Damien had a type, and had chosen his subs accordingly. Personally, Damien felt that Scott ticked a
ll of the boxes he might have had concerning a mate, and he was going to make sure Scott was aware of just how well he fitted Damien’s mate profile, as soon as Damien had the chance to get him alone again. But first they had this bloody pack meeting to get through.

  Placing Scott carefully on the edge of the stage, Damien hopped up and then pulled Scott to his feet, holding him close for just a moment, drawing in Scott’s unique scent. It was a blend of spices with just a hint of citrus and it made Damien salivate every time he smelt it. He felt his cock thicken in the tight leather pants he had thrown on before coming down to the club, even as a sense of calm overtook him.

  Leaning over next to Scott’s ear, Damien whispered, “You’re exactly my type, and I couldn’t be more proud that you are my mate. Let’s get this shit over with and then I promise you, I will show you just how much you mean to me.”

  Scott met his eyes with a cool stare of his own, but he nodded and Damien forced himself to step away and look out over the club. Behind him and Scott stood Malacai and the ten enforcers, all watching out over the pack ready to strike at the first hint of trouble. Most of the wolves in the room hadn’t registered his presence yet and were still busy with their own forms of entertainment. Standing firm, Damien crossed his arms over his chest and allowed his Alpha power to waft out over the room. Insidious, powerful, and impossible for any of the wolves in Damien’s pack to ignore.

  One by one, the wolves stopped what they were doing and hurriedly made their way to the open area in front of the stage - their gazes dropped, their necks tilted to the side in the classic wolf submission pose. Even the most dominant of wolves in Damien’s pack couldn’t fight against the Alpha power, although Damien noticed as he glanced at Scott, that this was one man that was totally unaffected. He was just watching Damien and the growing crowd of wolves. Damn, damn, damn, Damien thought to himself. I really want to know what that man is thinking. Shawn had spoken to Scott about removing his mind blocks before they had left Cloverleah, but so far Scott hadn’t done it and right now Scott’s face was giving nothing away.