by Lisa Oliver
“Oh, I intend to,” and damn it all if the promise in Damien’s deep voice didn’t make Scott tingle all over. “But I’m going to redden that delectable ass of yours before I fuck it.”
Damien picked Scott up, who was still trapped in his towel, and took him into the bedroom. The two men were staying at Damien’s pack house until the business with the boys and the fire had been sorted. But Damien clearly wasn’t thinking about those issues at the moment.
Scott tried one last time, even as Damien unwrapped him from the towel and was in the process of settling Scott’s body over his long muscled legs. Scott, refusing to make it any easier for Damien, wriggled and squirmed and pushed and kicked, but Damien’s huge hands didn’t release their grasp on Scott’s back and neck. There was a part of Scott that absolutely thrilled at the strength in Damien’s grasp. Power had always been an arousal trigger for Scott and he loved how Damien had that in spades.
But the other side of Scott, the one that absolutely would not be a submissive wolf, rebelled against the idea of Damien spanking him. Sure, he knew a lot of people who loved the whole idea of being spanked. He just wasn’t one of them. Claude used to spank him quite often, when the two men were in private. Scott figured Claude liked it, and probably got off on doing it, because the sex afterwards was always explosive on Claude’s side.
Oh well, he figured, maybe for Damien it would be the same. Scott could feel how aroused Damien was, just having Scott over his thighs. Scott was aroused too, but not because of his impending spanking. He loved being close to his mate, especially naked and this time was no exception.
“I know you can take the pain,” Damien said as he ran his hand down Scott’s compliant back and over his ass. “You told me you’ve taken a whipping before.”
“Yes, but I was the one doing the fucking afterwards.” Shit, Scott cursed his smartass mouth. He knew any talk about Damien submitting to Scott would cause tension. Sure enough, Damien stilled his hands for a moment, but then his caresses continued.
“You will get to fuck me soon, mate. I promise you that. But not now, not today. And when it does happen I won’t even expect to whip you beforehand.”
Damien raised one hand and seconds later Scott felt it connect with the muscles of his left ass cheek. The slap stung, but it wasn’t unbearable and Scott made a conscious effort to relax in his rather awkward position, draped over Damien’s legs. He knew if he relaxed, his body would adapt better, the pain wouldn’t be as intense and it would hopefully be over a lot faster.
Keeping up a steady rhythm, Damien placed solid, deliberate slaps all over Scott’s ass cheeks and upper thighs. Once Scott had gotten used to the infliction of pain, it really wasn’t that bad, he opened his mind link with his mate and tried to focus on what it was that Damien was getting out of the experience. He knew that if he was a sub, then he personally would be getting a lot out of being spanked - not only would he probably enjoy it for the pain value, but there was something special that flowed between a spanker and the one receiving the treatment. It was a question of trust and the fact that the person delivering the spanking cared enough about the sub to do it - usually for the subs enjoyment, or if it was a genuine punishment, then to reinforce the intimate bond between two people.
The first thing Scott picked up on right away was that Damien wasn’t angry with him, and he felt a surge of relief at that realization. Scott knew enough about the BDSM lifestyle to know that no Dom should ever ‘punish’ their sub if they are genuinely angry with the other person. That is when mistakes are made and people can get hurt.
But what was Damien getting out of this? As Scott tried to filter through Damien’s thought process, which was almost 100% focused on the job at hand rather than anything else, another relief he noted to himself, Scott looked deeper and could see the pain and worry that Damien had gone through when Scott disappeared into the burning house.
And then it clicked for Scott. He had run into the house without thinking about Damien, or anything else apart from finding those children. He should have thought of Damien for just a few minutes first. Damien’s response was to revert to his typical pre-mate behavior, which was being a Dom, and he was doing it in the least painful and least humiliating manner he could. Damien wasn’t a sadist - he didn’t get off on hurting someone else. But he was making a point - Scott should have thought about Damien, and this spanking was designed to hopefully help imprint that thought on Scott’s psyche.
It was working. Scott’s ass was now tingly red all over, he could feel it. But he could also sense that Damien was winding down. The frequency of slaps was getting less and Damien had gone back to lightly caressing the tingling flesh in between slaps. Now it was becoming more sensual rather than punishment. When he felt Damien’s fingers slip between his butt cheeks, he pushed his ass up to give his mate more access. The resulting groan he got gave Scott hope the spanking was over.
“Your ass is a gorgeous shade of pink, my mate,” Damien said huskily, as he dipped the tip of one finger into Scott’s hole. Scott looked over his shoulder at Damien who was looking at him with nothing but lust and approval in his eyes. He smiled, not because he was a submissive who had pleased his Dom, but because Damien, his mate, was now highly aroused and that was something that worked for both of them.
“Are you going to let me get up?” He asked as Damien continued to tease the muscles on the inside of his ass. Damien removed his fingers and helped Scott to get upright again, but then tugged him forward, so Scott was sitting straddled across his lap. Damien’s cock was dark red and hard; Scott’s was only half way there and Damien noticed.
“It really doesn’t do anything for you, does it?” Damien said curiously as he ran a finger up Scott’s cock, which understandably started to perk up at the attention. Given what Scott knew about Damien’s past he supposed someone like him, who didn’t get off on being spanked, was an oddity for Damien, rather than the norm.
“No, Damien, I did explain that it does nothing for me,” Scott said quietly. “But I did get your point and I will try and consider how my actions might make you feel from now on.”
“Is it so bad that your mate wants you to be safe and cared for?” Damien asked, staring at him with those gorgeous silver eyes of his. Scott shook his head and ran his hand down Damien’s solid torso until he reached the leaking cock below. Pressing hard against the swollen flesh, Scott leaned forward and murmured, “you did promise to fuck me too, so don’t leave out the best bit.”
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Damien groaned under Scott’s lips. The man was both insufferable, and amazing, all tied up in one brilliant package. While there might have been a tiny part of Damien’s brain that hoped that Scott might get off on being spanked by his mate, in truth it really didn’t matter. Damien was coming to appreciate just how wonderful it could be to make love to someone who didn’t just present a hole and await instructions. Even the making love aspect was so different from the bulk of what Damien had enjoyed before.
Scott was an amazing lover, and while it annoyed Damien to think about how he might have developed his techniques, Damien wasn’t stupid enough to bring up that topic of conversation. Neither man was a virgin when they met and at least Damien wasn’t faced with Scott’s previous lovers, like Scott had to put up with at the subs meeting.
In the meantime, there was something to be appreciated in the way Scott almost worshipped his body. From his position on Damien’s lap there wasn’t a lot Scott could reach, but his hands felt amazing on Damien’s cock and Scott’s lips were tracing a path around the edge of Damien’s ear. Having only been a neck down lover in the past, Damien had no idea how many areas above the neck could be considered erogenous zones. But thanks to Scott he learned that his neck itself was one, his ears, his chin, his mouth of course, hell, it even felt sexy when Scott kissed across his eyebrows. All undiscovered thrill zones until Scott got his hands on him.
And plying those erogenous zones was having the desired effect. Damien felt
like his cock would just burst if he didn’t get inside of his mate. Realizing he had been a tad distracted, Damien picked Scott up and threw him onto the bed behind him. Scott squeaked a bit in surprise but the grin on his face was pure heaven for Damien’s soul.
“I finally got your attention,” Scott laughed.
“Just appreciating all of the things you have taught me about myself, lover,” Damien said as he licked and nibbled his way right down Scott’s front. Nothing escaped his attention - not the pert little nipples that loved to be sucked. Not the solid pectoral muscles that seemed to flex under the long licks from Damien’s tongue. Scott’s abs might be smaller than Damien’s but they were just as well defined. Damien had a lot of fun sucking up a hickey on every muscle ridge - the fun coming from the fact that Scott couldn’t decide if he was ticklish or not.
Eventually it seemed, Scott seemed to favor being aroused because now his breath was coming faster, he was moaning under every one of Damien’s touches and his cock, that had only been half-heartedly hard before, was now straining to find some kind of friction. Damien loved that he could do this to Scott - he loved the responsiveness and the sheer passion that Scott exuded.
When he got around to tonguing around Scott’s asshole, the heat from the earlier spanking warmed Damien’s cheeks. Belatedly Damien remembered that he probably should have put some lotion on Scott’s poor butt as it might get a bit sore, but Scott didn’t seem to be complaining. Actually not true, Damien chuckled to himself. Scott was cursing up a storm, trying to get Damien to actually put his cock where it was supposed to be going.
Damn it, Damien, do I have to do it my bloody self,” Scott moaned from the top of the bed.
Then five minutes later.
“Fuck you Damien, get on with it already!”
Damien just smirked. He had Scott pinned down on the bed with his huge arms, and there was no where Scott could go, and nothing the man could do, but take what Damien was doing to him. And Damien found he really loved to eat out Scott’s ass. His mate had a unique smell and taste, and he yelled so prettily when Damien added a finger to the mix.
But adding the finger was Damien’s undoing. As soon as Scott’s tight little channel gripped onto Damien’s finger, Damien was gripped with an equally hard need to get inside of his mate. Reaching over and grabbing the lube from under the pillow, where Damien had put it before he went in the shower, Damien made short work of preparing Scott. Minutes later he edged the head of his cock to Scott’s hole and pushed in steadily. Both men groaned as Damien sunk in until his balls hit Scott’s ass.
Looking down at his mate, Damien knew he had a huge smile on his face. Nothing in the world felt as good as being encased in his mate. Scott took in his beaming expression and shook his head.
“What, you waiting for, an engraved invitation? Mate, move yourself,” he ordered.
“Bossy,” Damien remarked, keeping still although it was getting really hard to do so.
Scott’s eyes narrowed, and then he grinned, and Damien soon found out why. Scott had amazing control over his anal muscles and despite being stretched to hell with Damien’s girth, he managed to clench down on Damien’s cock, repeatedly. Damien moaned. He had never felt anything like it and he realized he was going to come really quickly if he didn’t start moving soon.
“Fuck mate,” he gasped as he slid out and plunged back in, “you sure have a novel way of getting your own way.” Scott winked at him, but moaned in appreciation as Damien slid back in again. Pulling out, Damien pushed back in again and the two men quickly found a rhythm. A rhythm that got faster and harder, very quickly.
All too soon Damien could feel the signs of his impending orgasm. The sight of Scott beneath him, clutching onto his biceps, his own cock leaking like a sieve, woke something primal in Damien. Wanting Scott to come with him, he ordered gruffly, “Touch yourself.” One of Scott’s hands flew to his cock and Scott fisted himself, hard and fast in tempo with Damien’s thrusting.
Grunting with every thrust, Damien made sure that his cock brushed Scott’s prostate with every move. Beneath him, Scott’s breathing turned to pants and he gasped out, “Gonna come…”
Damien let go of his control and fair battered the man beneath him. As they both hit their peak at the same time, Damien let out a huge roar, his orgasm barreling through him like a freight train. As Damien rode it out, he swore he could see stars and when he finally came down, the sight of Scott, red faced, blissed out eyes and come streaking his stomach and chest hit Damien’s heart like no-one had before. This man was his, his alone and for the first time, Damien seriously considered what it would be like to allow his mate to fuck him. Somehow he thought it would be an amazing experience.
Chapter Twenty One
Waking up from what could only be called a nap, Scott sighed in appreciation of the fact that Damien was still with him in bed. In fact, the man in question was wrapped around him so tightly, Scott knew he wasn’t going to be going to the bathroom until he could entice his lover from sleep. Given the emotional events from the day before, Scott took pity on Damien and decided to let the man sleep a little longer. This gave him the opportunity to really study the man he would be spending the rest of his life with, so that was an added bonus.
In sleep Damien looked a lot younger. The worry the man lived with, the stress of being Alpha, all took its toll on the handsome man. In sleep, Damien looked much like he would have done at twenty - relaxed and with a small, contented smile on his lips. Scott knew he could come to love that look on Damien, although Scott also appreciated he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t get off on the sheer power of his mate in Alpha mode.
A quiet knock on the bedroom door had Scott struggling to sit up, but Damien’s arms tightened around him and he settled for calling out an equally quiet, “come in.” From the sudden stillness in Damien’s breathing, Scott knew he had woken up, but Damien made no move to open his eyes or acknowledge the woman who poked her head around the door. Her eyes lit upon Scott and she blushed; probably at the sight of Damien’s exposed back and arms and the way he was holding onto Scott.
“Forgive me, Alpha Mate,” the woman whispered. “I just wanted to know if you wanted breakfast in here, or if you would be coming to the dining room to eat with the others?”
As Scott went to say they would get up, Damien grumbled without opening his eyes. “In here, Marie. Lots of coffee and a full breakfast for two.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Marie replied and she ducked her head out of the door before closing it quietly behind here.
“You know you sound intimidating even when you’re half asleep,” Scott teased.
“I’m the Alpha, it’s my job,” Damien grumbled again. “Now why haven’t I had my morning kiss?”
A small smile tweaked at Scott’s lips as he raised his face to kiss his mate. Damien’s lips were surprisingly soft considering how hard they looked on his face, and the man was a damn good kisser even when he was half asleep. The two men kissed each other in that lazy way lovers have when they know they have things to do, but just want to shut out the world for five minutes. All too soon another knock on the door sounded and Damien broke the kiss long enough to growl his permission for the interlopers to enter.
Marie came in, followed by another woman. They were both carrying trays with plates of steaming hot food and Scott realized how hungry he was. Damien had finally moved off of him and he shimmied himself so he was sitting upright in the bed, with his back against the headboard. Damien did the same thing, pulling the blankets up over Scott in a move that tickled the younger man. His lover obviously didn’t want the women in his pack to see him naked and Scott was touched.
Once the women had scurried around getting the food served, they hurried out of the room, cautiously not meeting the eyes of either man. Scott had noticed similar reactions from the other women in the pack the day before and felt it was a good a time as any to bring it up with Damien.
“Don’t you have a lot to do wi
th the women in your pack, Damien?” Scott asked as he started on his breakfast. His plate held a selection of bacon, sausages, mushrooms, tomatoes and hash browns, and Scott groaned quietly as the unique flavor of bacon hit his taste buds. Someone in the pack was a darn good cook.
“I don’t have anything to do with them,” Damien said, as he poured them both cups of coffee.
“How come? They are part of your pack, aren’t they?”
Damien nodded, his mouth full of his own food. Scott waited for the Alpha to finish his mouthful and then reply. “Yes, they are part of the pack. But I spend most of my time at the club and no women are allowed there, ever.”
“So who do they go to when they are having problems either with their mates, or something within the pack?” Scott wanted to know. He had never been in a pack where women weren’t given the same rights as the men.
Damien thought for a minute. “Well, traditionally that would have been Jacob. He was the go-between so to speak. He would take care of any problems that happened within the pack and then let me know if there was anything that he couldn’t handle.” Damien looked troubled and he ran his hand over his face. Already the relaxed look that Scott had appreciated in his sleeping lover had gone, and Damien wore the look of a man that knew he was going to have a bad day.
“Of course, now I know that Jacob has been stealing children to groom them to be a possible mate for me, there’s a good chance there is a whole stack of other problems in this compound I don’t know about,” Damien admitted.
“I want to talk to every woman and child in this pack,” Scott said decisively. When he saw that Damien looked like he might object, Scott continued, “The women and children here have a right to be heard and cared for. If this Jacob is bad enough that he could steal children from other packs, there is no telling what other abuses these women and children have been subjected to. Not all of them have true mates, and with the amount of fear I have seen on some of these women’s faces, it is clear that something nasty is going on, with some of them at least.”