When No Doesn't Cut It

by Lisa Oliver

  “You know, Damien, I’m really pleased that you shared your story with me, even though I know it wasn’t easy to talk about. And thinking about it, I don’t have to claim you sexually. After what you’ve said, I feel fucking mean for suggesting it in the first place. I won’t put you through that.” Scott’s voice was quiet but determined.

  For a moment Damien was tempted to accept his mate’s words. He could still remember vividly the pain of Julius penetrating him with his rough fingers, and it had fucking hurt. But Scott was nothing like Julius. He did love Damien and showed it, every day. If he was going to give up his anal virginity to anyone, it would be Scott.

  But for one hundred and forty years, Damien had kept the pain of being penetrated in his head and that was one hell of a mindset to break. Scott had been the only one any where near his ass in that time, when he’d rimmed him in the shower. Hmmm, Damien remembered that too - and Scott had made him feel really good. And that was what was important here.

  Scott wasn’t some arrogant jerk trying to claim an Alpha. This wasn’t a power trip for Scott. He also wasn’t sexually inexperienced. Scott knew how make a man feel really good. Hell, his mate knew how to turn his body inside out. All Scott wanted was what Kane and Shawn, and Griff and Diablo had enjoyed, a double mating. Something money and position couldn’t buy, and only love could give.

  Damien tilted up Scott’s head, where it still rested on his chest. “I want you to claim me,” he said firmly. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you love me in every way I know you can. Can you do that for me? Can you take away the shitty memories and show me how it’s meant to be done when someone loves you?”

  “You are, without doubt, the most amazing man I know,” Scott said as he pulled Damien’s head down to kiss him. “And yes I can do that for you, gladly,” he murmured against Damien’s lips.

  Chapter Thirty Two

  Okay, no pressure here. Nope, Scott thought as he pulled Damien down onto the bed so they were both laying flat. I get to finally make love to my mate after he tells me why he’s never done it in more than a century, and no there’s no pressure here at all. Fuck. Scott forced his nerves under control and got down to what he knew he could do - make his mate feel good.

  Damien was learning to be a really responsive lover. After spending so much of his adult life simply plugging his cock into a hole and getting off, he was learning to appreciate the art of kissing, licking, sucking and biting. Scott also knew that Damien absolutely loved it when he spent time worshipping that big body, so he decided to focus on that for the moment. He needed Damien to be so needy with lust, that any fear he might have at the moment of penetration would be minimal. If Damien was worried, his body would tense, and then anything Scott did would hurt. Scott also knew he had to be controlled enough, so that if Damien showed any hesitation, he would stop, immediately. So yeah, no pressure at all.

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  Fuck, Damien was crawling out of his skin with frustration. Scott was working him like a masterpiece, touching and setting all of Damien’s nerve endings alight. His body had never felt so alive and so full of fucking need. The only place Scott hadn’t been near was his cock and ass, and hell wasn’t that where the main action was supposed to be happening? His mate was slowly driving him nuts.

  “Scott, love, come on please. I’m needing here,” he tried to get Scott to move things along a bit. Scott, who was currently nibbling up the inside of Damien’s thigh, simply grinned at him and switched his head to the other leg, the moment he got too close to Damien’s cock. Damien resisted the urge to just grab his mate’s head and shove it in the right direction. He honestly thought that once he gave Scott the go ahead, that Scott would work him over quickly, knowing how nervous Damien was. But no, it seemed like his mate was going to torture him to death instead.

  “Scott, please.” Okay yes, it was official, the Alpha was begging, but Damien was going to just fucking explode if Scott didn’t give his cock some needed attention soon - now would be good.

  “You’re too focused on your cock, love of mine.” Scott grinned as he knelt between Damien’s spread legs, sliding his hands up Damien’s thighs and around his lower abdomen. “Your whole body can be an erogenous zone if you apply the right sort of pleasure. Lay back and feel me, my lover, and I promise you it will be worth the wait.”

  Sighing, because Damien truly felt that Scott didn’t get it, he flopped his head back on the bed and tried to relax a bit. He was already fucking aroused - what more did the man want? A lot more it seemed, because then Scott licked up the length of Damien’s cock, taking his time to nudge and nibble the tip, right in Damien’s slit, and damn if that didn’t make him want to jump right off the bed. He needed to come desperately.

  But there was method in Scott’s behavior as he slurped and licked up and around Damien’s cock, coating the whole thing in saliva. Saliva that Damien could feel run over his balls and into his crease. Oh crap, he wanted more of that sensation and he moaned deeply. Soon Scott’s mouth on his cock was replaced by a hand, and Scott’s head moved lower, trailing over Damien’s balls, tugging on them as he went lower still.

  “Need you propped up, love,” Scott said softly, from between his thighs. Damien scooped up a couple of the many pillows, and thrust them under his hips. Scott’s grin took on a feral quality as he looked down Damien’s body.

  “Fuck you are too beautiful for words, my lover,” Scott whispered before bending his head again, licking along Damien’s perineum, his hand still keeping Damien’s cock occupied and interested. As Scott’s tongue got closer to his asshole, Damien tensed a tiny bit. But Scott had done this to him before and he’d loved it. Reminding himself that this was his mate, and Scott loved him, Damien gave himself over to simply feeling, and man, he had never felt this good.

  “Scott,” he moaned his lover’s name as Scott’s tongue breached his hole for the first time. All he got in response was a groan, which reverberated around his ass, and damn it, even that felt amazing. As Scott tongue fucked him, Damien felt his need increase and he knew his hole was quivering from all of the attention. But instead of making him feel vulnerable or unsure, Damien just wanted more and as Scott wasn’t paying any attention to anything he was saying, Damien pushed his need for more, damn it, across their mind link.

  Damien felt Scott’s facial muscles change and imagined the man was grinning, which his mate seemed to do a lot lately. Then Damien felt the intrusion of something thin, but definitely more solid that Scott’s tongue. His finger. A finger so well-lubed, that it slid in effortlessly, so that all Damien’s brain could register was ‘that’s weird’, as opposed to ‘get the fuck out’. Weird, but definitely okay.

  Damien pushed back on the finger to see what Scott would do, and Scott replied by burying it deeper, searching for, searching for, FUCK! Okay, Damien got it. Understood why men gave up their ass for this. The pleasure from Scott massaging his prostate was enough to send his balls tingling, urgently looking for release. Damien was so caught up in the sensations that swept his body, that he barely registered that Scott had added a second finger, and by the time Scott had added a third and then a fourth, Damien was fair fucking down on those fingers. But damn it, it still wasn’t enough.

  “Now, Scott, now, please,” he managed to pant out. His body was on fire, his cock was so hard it almost hurt, and he just needed more something in his ass. Damien felt Scott remove his fingers, and then his legs were caught up in Scott’s strong arms, and laid to rest on Scott’s shoulders. As Scott rubbed the head of his cock, and yes it did feel bigger than those fingers, against Damien’s hole, all Damien could feel at this point was ‘finally’! He tried to push back on the bulbous head he could feel, but from his position he couldn’t.

  “I love you,” Scott’s words were low and clear, and Damien held onto them, tight, as Scott pushed in one fluid motion. His cock breaching Damien’s hole without hesitation, and sliding home in one solid thrust. Scott gave one long moan and then stilled
, completely, giving Damien a chance to process, a chance for his tightly strung body to relax and adjust.

  Damn, he felt so fucking full. He felt complete. The fact that Scott was inside him, and it didn’t fucking hurt, all thanks to the mountain of prep the man had put in, sent Damien’s body souring with pleasure. He felt like he could stay like this forever, his mate encased in his body in some form of suspended animation or some shit. Damien wanted to laugh at his absurd thoughts, but he knew that was not a good idea.

  Scott stayed hovered above him. Silent. Waiting. Fuck, Damien thought, get with the program. Scott was waiting for permission to move and all of a sudden the need, that had abated somewhat when Scott had filled him with his cock, swamped back over his body and he desperately wanted Scott to fuck him.

  “Fuck me,” he growled.

  Scott’s face split into the biggest grin Damien had ever seen and even as he said the words, “with pleasure,” Scott started to move. Some short thrusts to get Damien used to the sensation, then longer slides, in and out. Damien had never felt anything like it. Scott’s cock was big enough to hit Damien’s gland with every inward thrust and each time it lit up Damien’s nerves like he was on fire.

  As Damien grunted out, “more,” Scott leant forward a bit, curling Damien’s legs back over his body, thrusting himself deeper inside his mate’s hole. Damien arched up to meet him, frustrated at the lack of traction he could get with his ass propped up on pillows.

  “I said more, damn it,” he growled out. Scott rose up on his knees and pushed Damien’s legs out as far as they would go, moving his body in between them and dropping down his hands onto the bed, so he could support himself that way. From this angle, Damien found that he could push his hips up to meet Scott’s and soon the men found a rhythm that worked.

  Grunts, groans and a lot of moaning accompanied the two men as they smashed into each other - Scott giving everything he had, and Damien was an ecstatic recipient. When Scott grunted out, “touch yourself,” Damien reached down and palmed his heavy cock. One thrust, two and… “I’m gonna come,” he yelled.

  “Go for it.” Scott thrust once more, hard, and then dropped his head down, sinking his teeth into Damien’s neck, right over their mating mark. Damien flew apart. His come shot stripe after stripe of white sticky mess across his stomach and chest. His blood pounded in his ears until he could hear nothing else. He had squeezed his eyes tight and the stars that flashed across his eyeballs damn near blinded him. Damien’s whole body sang. He vaguely heard Scott holler before he felt his insides coated with his mate’s release. This was it. This was what it was like to be claimed. Damien felt so fan-fucking-tastic he couldn’t believe it.

  As his breathing slowly started to come back to normal, he felt Scott’s gentle tongue lapping over Damien’s mating mark. But when he felt Scott try to move off of him, Damien pulled Scott down to his chest, Scott’s cock still deep inside of him and his splodgy mess now trapped between them. From the contented sigh Scott gave, it would seem his mate wasn’t bothered.

  “Are you okay?” Scott asked sleepily, his head still buried in Damien’s neck.

  “More than,” Damien grunted back. A nap sounded like a good idea and as Damien slowly drifted off to sleep, he felt Scott’s words of love in his mind.

  Epilogue

  Two weeks later

  Damien strolled around the compound looking at the building work that was going on. He had enough men to build two houses at once, and work was going well. All around him the pack settled like a comfortable blanket. Children played around the houses, with the women sitting on the benches Damien had supplied, gossiping and watching them. Between the building, the women and the children, the whole scene screamed of domesticity. Damien loved it.

  Damien smiled to himself as he thought back over the past two weeks. After everyone had left New York, Damien and Scott flew to Cleveland and drove out to Wildwood Lake. To say their visit with Alpha Connor was interesting would be an understatement, but Scott did get a chance to see his family, which was a semi-positive thing. Scott had taken the time to show Damien some of his old haunts, and he even took Damien to a club that he used to frequent as a teenager. Unfortunately Damien didn’t handle Scott being groped by every twink in existence and the two men decided, that for now at least, their jealousy was too entrenched to go clubbing where they weren’t known.

  They only stayed for two days in Cleveland and then they flew home to the pack. Since getting back, Damien had been overseeing the construction work going on, while Scott spent time mediating small issues in family groups and between pack members. Madison had become a frequent visitor although he refused Scott’s offer to stay permanently at the pack house. It seemed he still liked to be connected to the club life as well. Damien hadn’t been back to the club yet, but he and Scott were planning to go in later that afternoon for a meal and some dancing. At least no-one would dare grope his mate in his own club.

  Thinking of his mate, and the idea of groping, Damien decided to return to the pack house for an early lunch. Maybe he could talk Scott into an afternoon nap. But just as he got to the house, he felt Scott in his mind. Sharp and blinding, the man was in pain. Crashing through the door, he yelled out for Scott, panicking that something had happened to his mate.

  “In here,” Scott called out from the kitchen.

  Heading to the kitchen, Damien could see Scott was on the phone. He looked okay, but Damien pulled the man into his arms and started checking him over, just in case. When Scott, hung up his eyes were bleak and tears were forming.

  “What the hell’s wrong?” Damien demanded. Fuck it, whoever had hurt his mate was going to be dead. Stone cold dead.

  “It’s Troy,” Scott said. “His mate… there’s something happened to his mate. Damien, I’ve got to go to Cloverleah. Shawn’s giving me ten minutes to pack then zapping me back there.”

  “Not without me, he isn’t” Damien said, even as he guided Scott upstairs to their room.

  Scott stopped him at the top of the stairs and cupped his face. “Damien, love, I want you to be with me but you have the pack to look after. I don’t know how long I’m going to be. I don’t expect you to come with me.”

  Dropping his head for a quick kiss, Damien said, “I know you don’t expect it, and that is all the more reason for me to be there. You’re brother is in trouble. He’s family. The pack has Malacai and Madison. The club has Lucius and Vincent. You have me. It’s that simple.”

  “I love you,” Scott said softly.

  “As I love you,” Damien said back, “Now let’s get packing and you’d better text Shawn and tell him there’s two to pick up.”

  Hurrying the two men packed a small bag each and then Scott text Shawn to let him know they were ready. As Damien and Scott stood waiting for their ‘ride’ for the want of a better word, Damien took Scott’s hand, offering him all the comfort he could in that one small point of contact. Damien didn’t have any idea what had happened to Troy or his mate, but Scott needed him and Damien was sticking by his mate for as long as it took for things to come right again.

  If you loved this story then keep an eye out for Troy’s story, Calming the Enforcer, due out in July, 2014. Also sign up to my Facebook page and I will let you know when Cloverleah Pack book 3.5 becomes available - a short story about Scott and Damien’s trip to Wildwood Lake.

  Have you read Book #1 and Book #2 in the Cloverleah Pack series? If not, check them out below and learn about Kane and Shawn in The Reluctant Wolf, and Griff and Diablo in The Runaway Cat.

  The Reluctant Wolf

  Kane Matthews, Alpha of his small wolf pack in Cloverleah has been raised to believe that mates are not possible for gay men and has lived his life accordingly. Kicked out of his home pack years before because of his sexual orientation Kane has built a solid and comfortable life for himself in the small town of Cloverleah. Imagine his surprise when an unscheduled visit to the small town's diner unleashes a flood of emotions in the man he didn't t
hink possible - not least of all, lust. But finding out it is possible for wolf shifters to have gay mates is just one of the things that Kane has to overcome if he is to have the forever future he has been hoping for.

  Shawn Bailey never expected to find his mate. He is just too different - an "Other" who has the power to instill fear in any other shifter. After spending ten years on the run from his Alpha father he spends most days just trying to stay alive. When a chance encounter brings him face to face with his mate Shawn has to decide if the man in front of him is worth staying for.

  But with hunters, Alpha challenges, Kane's parents and a smitten Alpha from another pack all interfering in Kane and Shawn's budding romance, not to mention some surprising answers about Shawn's own unique talents can these two true mates find the happily ever after they are looking for?

  The Runaway Cat

  Book Two Cloverleah Pack Series

  Griff Matthews knew he looked like trouble but for a wolf shifter mechanic he was fairly laid back most of the time. Pleased that his Alpha was finally settled with his new mate, Griff longs to meet the man of his dreams. Little did he know he would find it that same evening, when he was too drunk to realize that his good looking hook-up was actually his mate. Problem is when he woke up sober his bed was empty.

  Derrick “Diablo” Franklin was just looking for a hook up with a like minded shifter. The sexy cat shifter was deep undercover for the FBI and although his case was coming to an end, he had hopes for his career that didn’t involve finding a mate. However after meeting Griff Diablo realized his plans might have to change.

  But nothing is easy for the two men as they battle the FBI, a crime lord from Baton Rouge and a host of contenders looking to take Diablo away from Griff. And just who is Angel Bandures?