When No Doesn't Cut It

by Lisa Oliver

  Damien looked back at his house, and the Cloverleah pack that stood on the porch. Then he looked back at the crowd. “Today I have learned disturbing things. Things I didn’t think possible in a pack like ours. The stealing and abuse of children was hard enough to hear, but my Alpha Mate tells me there is more. Allegations of domestic abuse against the women and children who live on our grounds. Cage fights and gambling, both of which have been outlawed in this pack since I took over more than 100 years ago. All of these things will STOP!”

  Taking on a softer tone, Damien continued. “Until today I have been proud of this pack and proud to be called its Alpha. But the actions of a few have soured that experience and I only curse my own shortsightedness that I wasn’t aware of what was going on any sooner. But believe me when I tell you this. I am going to root out every single bad apple in this pack and the justice I meet out will be swift, sure and deadly. Every single member of this pack, man, woman or child, has the right to live without fear, without pain, and with the full support of the rest of the pack. Anyone who doesn’t get that can get the hell off my pack lands now.”

  An older man stepped forward, holding the hands of a woman that was obviously his wife.

  “Alpha, forgive me,” he said respectfully. “Women and children have never had rights in this pack before. Do you intend to change that? I thought, well we all thought, that the only people who had rights in this pack were the men who frequented your club.”

  Damien sighed and Scott could tell that he was hurt by what the man had said. “That may have been how it looked, Zach, but it was never my intention to make any pack member feel they didn’t have value here. There will be some big changes in this pack, one of which is the immediate implementation of full rights for all women and children in this pack. They will be treated with the respect, love and caring they deserve. If I didn’t implement that before, then it was simply because I assumed that was what was already happening here. I have been proven wrong today and I intend to rectify that.”

  “I will have more to say, after I have talked to my mate and sought some advice from friends. There are also seven boys currently in my care that need to be restored to their families. Anyone who has any ideas on things they might like to see changed here, or implemented for the benefit of the pack can speak to my second, Malacai. I will listen carefully to anything that is said if it benefits the pack, or my pack members. There will be a full pack meeting after the Alpha challenges on Friday and I expect everyone who considers themselves part of this pack to attend and that includes all of the women and children. For now though, I really think I could do with a shower and something to eat.”

  Maria and her female friend stepped forward. “We’ll arrange food for you and your friends, Alpha. And Josie and Fran have offered to help with the boys until their parents are found.”

  “Thank you, ladies,” Damien threw them a smile. “Any help in the pack house would be appreciated.” Looking down at Scott, his smile changed into something more like a furnace than a spark and Scott felt his arousal grow under the gaze. “I do need some time alone with the Alpha Mate, so please don’t disturb us for at least an hour.”

  “Yes Alpha,” Maria said, ducking her head and blushing.

  Scott let Damien lead him up to the porch where Kane and Shawn and the other men from Cloverleah stood watching.

  “You did good, Damien,” Shawn said smiling at him. “And I know you will do a lot more. We will be here to help you for a few days until the boys are sorted and you have things on track with the pack.”

  “Thanks, guys, you know I appreciate it, and I know I should be sticking around to help out with what you are all doing and being a bit better host. But do you mind if I just take an hour to get cleaned up and get some down time with my mate?”

  “We’ve got plenty to do, Damien,” Kane said. “Shawn and I will finish off the interviews with the women. Griff, Diablo and Troy are running down the contact details for the families of the boys who were taken. Dean is playing with the boys and talking to them as they need it. So we’re all good. How about we meet back up at the dinner table, say about sixish?”

  Scott looked up at the sun. It was about two in the afternoon. He grinned. Four hours made for a bloody long shower, or two or more, and as he looked up at his mate, he knew he and Damien were on the same page. Damien growled at Scott and bent down, picking Scott up and throwing him over his shoulder. Scott’s yells of “put me down you Neanderthal,” were hidden by the laughs of the men from Cloverleah.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  The moment Damien got Scott into their room he was all over the man like a lizard on a hot rock. But Scott wasn’t having any of it. Yes, his cock was that hard he could explode at any moment and yes, Damien was as hot as hell even covered in the remnants of the fight. However, Damien also stunk like crazy of Simon and Scott wasn’t getting down and dirty with his mate until the man was a lot less dirty himself.

  Getting Damien to understand that fact took Scott a little more time than it should have. For one thing the man’s hands were everywhere. Damien was also hellishly strong. He was full of testosterone, having just a won a fight and in his mind it was perfectly normal to want to fuck immediately afterwards. Scott decided a bit of subtle manipulation was needed, after verbal pleas had been ignored.

  Bending down Scott rubbed his face and neck into Damien’s stomach, letting Simon’s stench get all over his skin. Then he wriggled his way back up his mate’s body and arched his neck, knowing that Damien’s wolf adored the sign of submission and would undoubtedly sniff…Yep, Scott knew the moment Damien got the point, because the big man pulled back sharply and scowled.

  “You stink of Simon,” Damien growled.

  “So do you.”

  Narrowing his eyes, Damien bent his head back down to Scott’s face, obviously intending to kiss him. But then he pulled back again as Simon’s smell wafted between them.

  Groaning Damien said, “Damn you mate, I need to be inside you, right now.”

  Climbing up Damien’s body so Damien could feel Scott’s hard cock pressing into his ab muscles, Scott said, “Shower sex is good.” He leant over and whispered into Damien’s ear, “And just think of what I can do with my tongue if you’re clean.”

  “Are you always this pushy?” Damien complained, as holding onto Scott he strode over to the bathroom.

  “Yes,” Scott said, happy that he’d got his own way. “But I’m also a lot of fun.”

  Damien just shook his head with a grin, but he did get the shower running, and he did help Scott remove his jeans. As they both went under the water, Scott felt that a little thank you was in order and he quickly grabbed the shower gel and sponge from the little shelf in the corner of the shower room and soaped up Damien’s body.

  And what a body. Scott thought he would never tire of being able to touch all those muscles and acres of smooth skin. Pushing Damien’s head under the water so the man could wash his own hair, Scott chased the soap bubbles that cascaded down Damien’s body with his tongue. Underneath the soap, Scott found the scent and taste of pure Alpha male and he loved it.

  Moaning his appreciation, Scott put more shower gel in his hands and ran them over Damien’s rock hard cock and heavy balls. Damien moved into the touch, his gasps evident over the sound of the running water. But before he could get too carried away, Scott moved onto the man’s legs. Cleaning, licking and biting his way down Damien’s inner thighs, his knees and nibbling his way south across Damien’s calf muscles and ankles, to his feet.

  Satisfied the front was clean enough for now; Scott turned Damien around and started down the man’s back. Damien’s shoulders rippled under his touch and when Scott stood on tip toes and gently nibbled the nape of Damien’s neck, the man stilled for a moment, but then groaned at the touch. Usually a less dominant wolf would never dare touch the nape of an Alpha, but Scott didn’t care about those customs. Damien was his mate first, and Alpha second, and he had a nape worth nibbling.r />
  Using strong hand movements, Scott worked all over Damien’s back, soothing muscles and working out kinks. Damien leaned forward on the shower wall to make it easier for Scott to get more traction and Scott almost purred in the fact that he was making his mate feel good. But Scott wanted to go a bit further, and soon his mouth on Damien’s shoulders were distracting the man from the fact that his hands were now settled over Damien’s firm and beautifully molded ass. As he kneaded the flesh in his hands, Scott prayed that the day he would finally get to pop Damien’s virgin ass would come soon.

  Dropping to his knees again, Scott cleaned down the backs of Damien’s legs, taking time to lick different spots in an effort to see what pushed Damien’s buttons. The inner thigh was a definite hot spot, as was the delicious crease the man had behind his knees. Licking and kissing his way upwards, Scott subtly nudged Damien’s thighs apart and nuzzled up under Damien’s balls with his nose first, and then his tongue.

  Slipping one hand between Damien’s legs and cupping the man’s heavy cock, Scott licked along the perineum. As his tongue got closer to Damien’s tight little ass hole, he felt Damien start to stiffen up again, and not in a good way. Stroking the man’s cock, Scott felt Damien relax and then he went for broke, running his tongue over Damien’s hole.

  “Scott.” Scott couldn’t tell if Damien was warning him, or encouraging him to do more. Opening up his mind link he fed Damien images and impressions of how sexy Scott found his mate, and how much he wanted to be fucked by him. As he sent a vivid porn show into Damien’s mind, of Damien plunging his cock into Scott’s ass, Scott felt his mate relax and he let his explorations with his tongue get bolder.

  Stiffening his tongue, Scott ran it the full length of Damien’s crease. Not stopping over the twitching hole that Scott had finally got a look at, but just allowing his tongue to run over and over the space, Scott monitored his mate’s reactions until he got that little sign telling him to go further. As Scott licked, Damien pushed his ass back slightly and that was the cue Scott had been waiting for.

  Licking down Damien’s ass crease Scott stopped at the little opening, and used his tongue to lap over the tight muscles guarding Damien’s entrance. Encouraged by Damien’s hushed moan, Scott pushed harder with the flat of his tongue, urging the muscles beneath him to loosen up a bit. Keeping up a steady rhythm with the hand Scott had on Damien’s cock, he used his other hand to hold Damien’s ass cheeks apart and licked even more. When Damien pushed his ass further into Scott’s face, Scott used his lips and teeth as well as his tongue, pushing and lightly tugging at Damien’s ass muscles, loosening them and allowing his tongue to dip slightly into the musky depths inside.

  Fuck, his mate tasted absolutely fucking amazing. Scott’s cock was so hard he knew he could just stand up and slide into Damien’s tight hole without a second thought. He ached to do it, but even as his cock bounced in agreement, Scott knew that his mate wasn’t ready for that. Taking one last lick, Scott slipped between Damien’s legs, and slid his body up over Damien’s front. Draping his arms around Damien’s neck, and ignoring the man’s stunned expression, Scott growled, “fuck me mate. Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Not needing to be asked twice, Damien spun Scott around and pushed him up against the shower tile wall. Running his big hand down Scott’s back and onto his ass, Damien quickly found the hole he was looking for and shoved two fingers in. Scott winced at the burn, but he welcomed it, as it lessened his own need for release just enough to take the edge off. He pushed back on Damien’s fingers and moaned deeply when the man added a third.

  Taking just two minutes to prep Scott, Damien pushed the fat head of his cock against Scott’s hole and forced his way inside with one savage thrust. For a second Scott felt like he was being split in two, but he let out a long breath and pushed out against Damien’s cock allowing the man to sink further into his body.

  Without waiting, Damien started to move - long, hard thrusts, plunging deep into Scott time and time again. The man was a fucking machine and Scott loved it. Loved the possessive grip of Damien’s hands on his hips. Loved the grunts his mate made with each thrust inward. Loved the way Damien’s balls slapped against him every time their bodies collided. And as he heard Damien’s roar and the warm sensation of come coating his insides, Scott knew he loved his mate as well.

  Slamming that thought to the back of his mind, Scott focused instead on Damien’s thrusts as the man fucked himself through his own orgasm. Within seconds Scott’s own sperm pulsed out of the end of his untouched throbbing cock and onto the tiles in front of him. In that moment Scott had never been so glad of the fact that he was facing a wall, instead of his mate, because he was sure if Damien could see his face, he would see the love that Scott felt for the man still wedged in his ass. And Scott didn’t want Damien to see it, because he knew that Damien was no more ready for that, than he was for Scott to fuck him.

  Some time later, as the two men lay curled up with each other in bed lost in their thoughts, Damien said quietly, “I’ve never allowed anyone to do that before.”

  Scott had figured as much. For a gay man Damien was the consummate Alpha and the fact that he didn’t seem to mind giving Scott a blow job, or rimming him, was just a few of the sexual pleasures Scott had enjoyed in his brief time with his mate. It was no surprise to him that no one had ever got near Damien’s ass, which was why the man’s fear of bottoming had Scott wondering what in the hell had happened to man when he was young.

  “It didn’t bother you too much?”

  “No,” Damien admitted, “I’ve got to say you have a talented tongue. I’m pretty sure I liked it.”

  Remembering the way Damien’s ass had pushed back into his face, Scott got the impression the man had definitely enjoyed it. But he wasn’t going to tease Damien about it. Not without knowing what was holding his mate back from taking that final step.

  “You know, you could have probably fucked me then and I doubt I would have stopped you.” Scott could hear the question in Damien’s voice even though Damien had phrased his words more as a statement.

  “That’s really good to know, lover,” Scott said quietly, “but you weren’t ready. You’ll let me know when you are.”

  “Can we get this pack mess sorted first?”

  “Yes,” Scott laughed. “But if I have to wait until you’ve got absolutely nothing to fucking do, then my dick is likely to have fallen off with old age by the time we get around to it.”

  “I promised you within the month, and I meant it, mate of mine.” Damien’s hands captured Scott’s face and his warm lips took Scott in one of his earth shattering kisses and for the longest while Scott didn’t worry about anything except the taste of the man in his arms.

  /~/~/~/~/

  Dinner was an enjoyable meal, even with all of the pressures the men sitting around the table were dealing with. Damien had sent Malacai back to the club to call on business contacts who might be able to help in finding Jacob. Lucius and Vincent were apparently doing a good job of managing the club and Damien wondered if he should make the position permanent. Lucius could still run his security business from the club and Vincent seemed to thrive on the club atmosphere. Damien had sent the rest of his enforcers, those who weren’t out hunting for Jacob, home with orders to rest. He had no concerns for his safety, and that of his mate, with the men of Cloverleah as his guests.

  It was Kane who bought up the business of the day. The men had all enjoyed a huge well cooked meal and were now relaxing in Damien’s living room. As per normal, the mated pairs, Kane and Shawn, Diablo and Griff and even Damien and Scott were all curled up with each other. Damien just couldn’t stop touching Scott and he was pleased that Scott didn’t seem to mind. Troy and Dean each occupied a big easy chair and everyone held a bottle of beer in their hands.

  “So Damien, you will be pleased to know we’ve located the families of all of the boys currently in your care. With your permission, Shawn and I were going to visit them directly tomorrow,
and let them know their children are safe, and talk to them about what they want to do about what has happened.”

  Dimitri nodded. “Thank you. If any of them want to come here, then please make the arrangements for that. The pack resources are at your disposal. Otherwise, I can arrange to have the boys transported back to their homes within a day. It worries me, especially with the younger ones, what keeping them away from their parents is doing to them, and if it’s compounding their trauma.”

  “The boys all seem quite happy at the moment, Alpha,” Dean said quietly. “They are fed, warm, and being kept safe, and all of that seems to appeal to their wolf spirits. Kids are quite resilient. The little one, Ben, has been crying for his mother. But I told him that Shawn would go and see his parents first, so he could get home the fastest. I hope that’s okay.”

  Smiling, Damien said, “that’s great,” even as he thought that was the most he had heard the young man say since he had arrived on pack grounds. Dean was a perfect Omega wolf and Damien regretted not having one of his own in the pack.

  Most of Damien’s pack comprised of testosterone filled dominants, or pleasure seeking twinks, and Damien guessed that was because most of the new additions to the pack had come through his connection with the club. Maybe that was something that needed to change. He didn’t have a Shaman or healer either and if he allowed more straight men and their families in to the pack, a healer would be useful.

  Reminding himself to talk to Scott about it, Damien focused on what Kane was saying.

  “I’m going to let Griff and Diablo go home tomorrow, if that’s okay with you. They will be contactable by cell phone if you have any problems with the police departments. We are hoping that personal visits to the families concerned will stop any of that, but if you do have hassles we can contact these two. Dean will stay on until the boys are all home with their families, and Troy wants to stay a few more days to get some time with Scott.”