by Lisa Oliver
“Oh Alpha, I am so sorry for disrespecting the Alpha Mate earlier. I didn’t know. I should have guessed, I know I should, because you never fuck anyone in your apartment. Not that you and the Alpha Mate were actually fucking. But I should have known there was something special about the Alpha Mate. I have come to throw myself on your mercy and beg for forgiveness. Please don’t kill me or banish me. I will be good. I will work for the Alpha Mate for nothing as well as you. I will do anything, but please don’t feed me my intestines.” The man’s high pitched babble had finally run out of steam although he didn’t move from his position on the floor.
Damien smirked at Scott. “It seems word has already gotten around the pack about your temper, my mate.”
“Seems so,” Scott agreed. “But what are you going to do about this pathetic little babbler on the floor?”
“It’s really up to you, Alpha Mate,” Damien said as his hand, unseen by Madison, wandered over Scott’s crotch, his strong fingers outlining the erection Scott couldn’t get to go down. “He insulted you first and banished you from your pack. Do you want to disembowel him as an example to the others in the pack, or what do you think?”
Biting back a moan Scott worked hard to focus on Madison, even as he could feel Damien’s finger nail rubbing the head of his cock through his jeans.
“How good is the little twink at his job?” He managed to ask.
“Surprisingly good even if he does over schedule my days,” Damien said. “He does get things done, but he doesn’t like to delegate stuff when I ask him too, so as you can see I get swamped.”
Damien swept his other hand over the mess on his desk, while the hand on Scott’s crotch was now fiddling with his mate’s zipper. Scott arched out of the way of the questing fingers as he struggled to think of what to do with Madison.
“Right,” Scott said coming to a decision. “Madison, get up off the floor, you look ridiculous.” Scott waited until Madison had got himself to his feet and then glared at the man, who still looked really frightened.
“This is what you are going to do. Firstly, you’re going to take care of the mess on Damien’s desk. If someone else can do the job, then get them to do it. I want one pile on his desk for signing, one for stuff that he has to deal with personally - and I mean absolutely has to, so it had better be a small pile, and a written summary of what has been done with the rest of the mess. You will have a similar written summary on your Alpha’s desk every morning by ten am. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Alpha Mate,” Madison said quietly.
“Have you got your Alpha’s schedule handy?” Madison handed over his clipboard and Scott looked through it and then asked for a pen. He put lines through some of the items written down, made notes beside other things, drew some arrows to swap some things around and then wrote a note on the bottom of the next day’s appointment list. Then he handed the pen and the clipboard back to Madison with a raised eyebrow waiting for the smaller man’s response.
Madison scanned his meticulously planned out sheets, a horrified look on his face.
“Alpha Mate, you can’t do that, you just can’t. Alpha please,” Madison begged Damien, “I can’t…I just can’t…”
Damien waved his hand, indicating he wanted the clipboard and took a look at it. Scanning it quickly, he handed it back to Madison with a brief “Looks good to me,” before he went back to teasing his mate with tingling touches up and down Scott’s spine.
“You can and you will if you want to keep this job,” Scott said firmly. “Your Alpha doesn’t need to see bar suppliers when he has a bar manager who can do the job just as well. His security team can review the security tapes from the club and notify the Alpha or me of any concerns. Pack appointments are important, but from now on they will be made in the afternoon, as will any other club related appointments that Damien needs to attend.”
“But, but,” Madison stuttered. “Alpha is usually in the office by 8 am. It says here that his first appointment won’t be until 11 am and that is a new one, with Phillip. What’s he going to be doing until 11 am?”
“Not that it is any of your business,” Scott said, “But he will be with me and so help me, if you disturb us again unless there is death or fire in the building, I swear to God I will disembowel you without a second thought. It’s time for you to remember who’s the Alpha here and who’s the PA. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” His voice rising as he spoke.
“Yes Alpha Mate,” Madison said miserably.
“Good,” Scott said as he hopped off Damien’s lap and tugged his mate to his feet. “Now we are going to our quarters and you have plenty to keep you busy until we see you again at 11 in the morning. Good evening Madison.”
“Good night Alpha, Alpha Mate,” Madison said as Scott and Damien headed out of the office.
Damien started chuckling as they headed up the stairs to the apartment. “What is it,” Scott said. “Did I overstep my boundaries or something?”
“No, not at all,” said Damien, pulling Scott closer to him as he opened the door to their private space. “It’s just you did with just one meeting, what I have been trying to get Madison to do for years. He is forever pestering me with stuff that someone else can handle and I have told him off for it so many times.”
“Ah, but did you threaten to disembowel him,” Scott asked as Damien led him through to his bedroom.
“No,” growled Damien, pushing Scott down on his huge custom made bed and following him. “But if he dares disturb me now then I won’t threaten, I’ll do it.”
Chapter Fourteen
Their coming together was explosive. Damien didn’t kiss Scott; he consumed him. Lips, teeth and tongues, flying over each other in a drive to get closer, to feel more, to just have more. His hands heavy and firm, Damien felt frustration at Scott’s clothes and ripped them from his mate’s body, exposing the skin that Damien just had to touch.
Leaving Scott’s lips swollen and bruised, Damien bit and licked his way down Scott’s muscled torso, placing his marks in as many places as he could reach; Scott’s hands tangled in his hair. His wolf riding close to the surface, Damien had never felt such an overpowering need - a need to be closer, to be one with his mate. By the time he had reached Scott’s cock, dripping with pre-come, Damien didn’t hesitate, taking the length down his throat in one quick move, before applying suction upwards, so that his tongue could lap at the juices pouring from Scott’s slit. Damien moaned at the taste but still he needed more.
“Damien,” Scott gasped. Damien looked up at his mate, the man’s cock still lodged firmly in his mouth. Fuck, he tasted delicious. Scott’s face was flushed, his lips swollen, his nostrils flared and his eyes wild with lust.
“I need you mate, inside me now,” Scott begged. “I can’t wait anymore.”
Damien sucked himself off of Scott’s cock and leaned over to find the lube in his drawer. Bending back down, he took Scott in his mouth again as he quickly lubed up his fingers and reached down, seeking Scott’s hole. Moaning beneath him, Scott pushed his legs further apart giving Damien more access, and then let out a long groan as Damien’s fingers found their mark.
Flush with his own need, Damien pushed a finger forcefully through the tight muscles surrounding Scott’s entrance, moaning around Scott’s cock at the heat and the tightness. It was going to feel incredible around his cock - he just knew it. He felt Scott still for a moment as he got used to the invasion and then his mate was pushing down on Damien’s finger and begging for more. Damien added another finger, and then a third, scissoring and wriggling around inside of his mate, seeking the button of pleasure he knew was there. Scott writhed and pushed against him, fucking his fingers and still begging for more.
Letting Scott’s cock drop from his mouth with one last lick, Damien scrabbled with his pants, impatiently ripping them off. He lubed up his cock and lined himself up, looking at his mate as he did so.
“You ready mate?” Damien growled.
“Get inside me!” Scott g
rowled back, his own wolf flashing behind his eyes.
Damien pushed, hard. As he felt his cock breach Scott’s tight muscles, he groaned long and low as an intense feeling of heat enveloped him in a way he had never felt before. His dick had been in a thousand holes but nothing had ever felt like this. Hot. Tight. Right. Flexing his powerful muscles, Damien drove himself deep into his mate until his balls finally rested against Scott’s ass. Only then did he stop for a moment to give Scott a chance to breath.
Scott looked up at him. So ready, so fucking beautiful in his passion. “Move mate,” he rumbled from deep in his chest and as Damien pulled almost all of the way out and pushed back in again in a hard thrust, Damien could finally feel his mate in his mind. He was swamped with all of Scott’s need and want in that moment and his control shattered completely.
Gripping Scott’s hips in a vice like hold, Damien pummeled into him again and again, meeting the desire that Scott projected into his brain. Damien had never felt anything so powerful, consuming, necessary. He needed Scott more than he needed to breathe. The connection was more than one man balls deep in another. It was primal, animalistic and beautiful all at the same time and as Damien kept up his punishing thrusts, he could feel the answering feelings in his mate.
With Scott gripping his biceps in strong hands, pushing up to meet every thrust, Damien knew he wouldn’t last - he couldn’t. Already the promise of his climax was working through his body but Damien refused to come before his mate. He could feel that Scott was close, could feel the man’s own need building in his mind, so he angled his cock slightly and started grazing Scott’s prostate with every thrust. When Scott’s need met breaking point Damien leant over his mate’s chest and bit down hard on their mating mark, tipping Scott over the edge. Scott howled beneath him and the combination of blood on his tongue, the smell of his mate’s come as it pulsed from the man in thick ropey strands over his chest, and the flex of Scott’s muscles against his rock hard cock, pulled Damien’s own release from him. With a roar of relief Damien came, pushing deep inside Scott - filling him, marking him and claiming him fully as his mate.
Damien flopped fully over Scott’s body, supporting himself on his elbows so he didn’t squash the man, softly kissing Scott’s sweaty forehead, nose and eyelids. “My mate,” he crooned, “mine.”
Scott opened his eyes and smiled at him lazily. “Yours,” he agreed. “As you are mine.”
“I’m yours,” Damien said softly before he lightly licked over Scott’s lips. Taking the initiative, Scott ran his hands through Damien’s long hair and kissed Damien back, just as softly, with lips full of promise. The two men lazily explored each other’s mouths, nibbling and licking, until Damien felt his cock start to harden again, still buried deep inside his mate.
Moaning, Damien eased his tongue into Scott’s mouth as he flexed his cock inside the man. But this time there was no pounding, at least not at first. Damien gave himself over to the sensation of gently pulling out and then slowly thrusting back into Scott. He could feel Scott’s muscles ripple against his cock, teasing him and welcoming him all in one go, as Scott’s hands roamed over Damien’s chest, his back and his arms. Damien idly wondered when was the last time he had allowed himself to be caressed in this way, and then quickly dismissed the thought. The fact that Scott seemed to love to touch him was a bonus he wasn’t going to analyze in too much depth.
Scott’s mind being open to him gave Damien a sense of deeper intimacy, which might be considered ironic given that he was still buried deep inside his mate. Scot wasn’t thinking anything specific. He seemed to enjoy the sensations of touch. The smoothness of Damien’s skin under his fingers, the slow languid slide of Damien’s cock deep inside his ass, and the gentle merging of their mouths. Damien himself was focused on the sensations around his cock - his sex acts were usually cock-based and involved him getting off as quickly as possible.
This was totally different though and following his mate’s example, Damien started to explore with his mouth. His lips followed the stubble on Scott’s jaw line. He ran his tongue up the side of Scott’s neck and moaned at the exquisite flavors that burst over his tongue. Nibbling at the juncture between neck and shoulder, Damien breathed in Scott’s unique smell and found himself wanting to roll in it. No wolf could ever get enough of the smell of his mate and Damien was no exception.
Pushing himself up to support his body weight with his hands, Damien’s hips sped up a little faster as he nibbled down Scott’s well-marked chest, latching onto first one hard brown nipple and then the other. He loved how Scott arched into his mouth, and when he gently grazed his teeth over one hardened nub, Scott’s hips thrust up hard against Damien, causing him to push back harder still.
“Fuck Damien,” Scott moaned. “You’re driving me crazy here.”
“That was my intention,” Damien said with a wicked smile on his face. He continued to suck and bite on Scott’s nipples as Scott started to thrust up harder against him, his cock leaking against Damien’s abdomen. The need between the two men grew stronger and Damien picked up the pace, driving into Scott with a force that Scott met with enthusiasm.
Pulling his knees up underneath him, Damien raised himself up and grabbed hold of Scott with both arms, pulling him up close to his chest. At this angle, Damien’s cock was pushed deeper into his mate, and Scott moaned as he wrapped his arms around Damien’s neck, his own cock trapped between them. Scott writhed his hips in movements that would be envied by strippers anywhere, grinding down on Damien’s cock every time the man thrust into him. Groaning at the sensation, Damien felt his orgasm start to build.
“So deep,” Scott whispered, “So fucking full.”
“You feel me mate?” Damien growled.
“Fuck yes,” Scott moaned, clasping his legs firmly around Damien’s waist and pushing Damien so deep that the man had trouble maintaining his rhythm. Loving the wanton sensuality of the man in his arms, Damien gripped Scott’s hips and started to move Scott up and down his shaft. Scott’s cock provided enough lubrication so that it slid easily over the solid muscles of Damien’s abdomen muscles and through the mind link Damien could tell the friction was driving his mate to the point of no return.
“Close, Damien,” Scott gasped out in warning. “So close…I’m…” and suddenly Damien felt Scott’s come coating his stomach. With one last thrust Damien felt his balls tighten and then he spilled into his mate, moaning his satisfaction. Scott laid his head on Damien’s shoulder and hummed his contentment. Wrapping his arms around Scott’s back, Damien allowed himself to enjoy the moment of closeness. It wasn’t something he ever usually did, but it really felt that good.
When Damien felt himself soften he gently lifted Scott up and laid him down on the bed. Easing out his knees that had locked up under his weight, Damien crawled off the bed and padded into the bathroom. Cleaning himself up, he took a soft warm wash rag back into the bedroom and gently wiped Scott clean. At the sight of his come dripping out of Scott’s ass, Damien felt himself harden again, but he pushed those thoughts down.
Scott was almost asleep and Damien felt his heart warm up at the sight of his muscular mate so sleepy and content. He had done that. He had bought this man so much pleasure and Damien felt a huge surge of pride fill his system. Given that he rarely cared about the pleasure of others and previously had simply looked to get his own needs met, these sensations were all new for Damien, but he found that he liked them. He liked them a lot. Wrapping Scott up in his arms and placing Scott’s head on his chest, Damien fell into a contented sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Scott woke up alone and for a moment contented himself with stretching. Noting the ache in his ass, he ran his hands over the sheets beside them. Their coolness alerted him to the fact that his mate had been out of bed for some time and he sat up to look at the clock that was sitting on a huge dresser across from the bed. 7.46 am. Hmm, considering Damien wasn’t supposed to be in the office until 11 o’clock, Scott was a little surp
rised that the man wasn’t in bed with him. He knew when Kane and Shawn had first mated, or Griff and Diablo for that matter, neither couple was in a hurry to get out of bed at all.
Lying back down, Scott allowed his mind to open so he could sense his mate. The man wasn’t in the apartment. Damien’s head was full of…bar orders for the club and staff rosters. Staff rosters! He must be in his office. Scott immediately slammed up the shutters in his own mind as he fumed. He didn’t want to alert his mate that he was pissed off with him right now. In Scott’s opinion last night had been the best sex of his life and he was keen for a repeat when he woke up. But it seems it wasn’t that spectacular for his mate. Oh no. Apparently fucking orders and rosters were more important than being with his mate the first morning Scott spent in his new home.
Furious, Scott tried to examine his feelings objectively. Okay he knew that a total love match with Damien was unlikely. The man obviously wasn’t wired that way. But fuck it all, Scott could not stop the deep pang of hurt that zinged through his heart like a missile. He was in a strange apartment, in a new pack, living in a town he knew nothing about and everything he loved was miles away. Deep inside Scott knew he wanted to love Damien. He knew with shifters that feeling didn’t take long to develop. Animals were passionate and not bogged down with relationship concerns that humans struggled with. Love, passion and possessiveness were all, well expected in a shifter mating. Unfortunately, he had to get to know the man first.
But even if Scott could get past the fact that Damien might never love him, and he wasn’t sure he could but he decided to dwell on that problem another day, Damien should have still wanted to be with him. Thinking of all of the mated couples that he knew, the ones at Cloverleah and the family units from his original home pack, Scott knew that mates did not like to be apart. Shit, Kane had Shawn working with him in the workshop, and Griff left off working with Kane so that he could help Diablo set up his business. A business they were going to run together. Scott’s parents worked together, and in his extended family the mated pairs always found ways to be close to each other through the day. Damien leaving before Scott had even woken up did not auger well for their relationship at all.