by Maggie Walsh
Once Bo was immobile, Jag began to ride him. As he picked up speed, making Bo’s eyes cross, Jag leaned in and claimed his lips in one of those hard, plundering kisses that made Bo lose all thought. He may have his cock embedded in Jag’s ass, but he was by no means fucking the beta.
Jag was in total control, fucking Bo with his ass and tongue, and Bo found he loved every minute of it.
Yes, sex was in his DNA. His kind were sexaholics and they could be submissive, yet Bo had never seen himself as being able to fully allow someone else to take control of him, but in this moment, with Jag, Bo felt safe. He felt like he could totally let go and just let Jag take the lead.
The thought didn’t scare him, it only thrilled him, and Bo relaxed as he accepted everything Jag did to him.
“Earth to, Bo. Where did you go, dude?” Alex asked, bringing Bo back to the present.
He looked around at his friends and noticed they were all looking at him with concern. “Yeah, man, I’m here. I was just think of something. So…” He cleared his throat and looked around at his friends again. “What were we talking about?”
“We were wondering if you wanted to go to the bar and hang out after this party is done?” Nelo replied.
“Yeah. That sounds great. I could use some letting loose and getting lucky,” Bo agreed.
CHAPTER 4
They walked into the bar, laughing at something Alex said and made their way right to the bar where Tug was bartending. Bo caught the large man’s attention and Tug smiled when he saw them, then came their way. “Hey, boys, I wasn’t expecting to see you all tonight with the party in town.”
“It was winding down already and we weren’t ready to go home,” Marlo replied.
“Plus, with everyone in the pack in attendance, you really couldn’t call it the kind of partying we were looking for. Kind of hard to get your groove on when there are little ones running around and the parents standing right there,” Bo grumbled.
Tug chuckled. “Yeah, like you ever have a problem getting it on with anyone else around.”
“Hey, I do have some scruples you know? Admittedly not many, but I do have some and fucking in front of kids and my dads is a line not even I want to cross,” Bo argued.
“Awe, you’re such a good citizen,” Tug teased as he reached out and scuffed the hair on the top of his head.
Bo slapped his hand away and brushed the few flyaway strands down. “Asshole, you know you can’t do that. You’ll mess it up, and then I’ll have to go braid it and tie it up again,” Bo itched.
“But I thought you liked getting tied up?” Tug snickered.
Bo shot him a look, then mumbled, “Can you actually tend this bar and get us some beers, or do we need to get them ourselves?”
“You take one step behind my bar and you better be prepared to work a full shift. Now go find yourselves a seat and I’ll have Goldie bring your drinks over,” Tug said, then turned and walked away.
“Is he getting more grouchy since he took over the bar, or what?” Alex huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, sent Tug a sneer, then turned and walked away.
Nelo instantly followed and he and Marlo turned, both chuckling at Alex’s attitude. Marlo leaned in and lowered his voice, whispering to Bo, “Does he really think no one knows that he has the hots for Tug?”
Bo laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think he realizes it, but then again, I don’t think Tug does either. Shame, because I’m pretty sure that Tug has it just as bad for Alex.”
Marlo grabbed his arm, stopping them and looked at him with wide eyes. “Really? Tug wants Alex? How do you know?”
Bo smirked. “Just look at him. Every time Alex is in the room, Tug can hardly take his eyes off him. Look.” Bo motioned with his chin toward the bar.
Marlo turned his head and looked at where Tug stood behind the bar. He was filling glasses with tap beer, but his gaze was locked on something across the room. Marlo and Bo turned their heads, following Tug’s gaze and it led right to Alex, who was claiming one of the tables in the back. Marlo looked back to him and smiled happily. “OMG, we need to set them up.”
Bo groaned, he hated when Marlo got into his matchmaking head. Not that the man didn’t know what he was talking about, but Bo really had no interest in trying to get people together. As far as he was concerned, if someone wanted someone, then they needed to make their intentions known. If the other person didn’t want it, then you walked away and found someone else. If they were into you too, then you went and did something about it, or fucked. It was simple. Bo couldn’t stand all the games people played with each other. He shook his head at his friend as he replied, “Nope. Count me out. You want to step in and give them a push, then be my guest, but leave me out of it.”
Marlo pouted his bottom lip and gave him the sad eyes. Fucking hell, he hated when Marlo did that. It was adorable as hell and he couldn’t find it in himself to say no.
“Please.”
“No, Marl. You know I hate that shit,” he argued.
“If you do, I’ll test out more of your toys for you,” Marlo said as his eyes lit up.
Bo burst out laughing. “You little horndog. You would test out my toys anyway. Who are you trying to kid? You’re my best tester. Which brings up a rather interesting question. So, how did you like that last little... or should I say, not so little box you received?”
When Marlo’s cheek turned bright red and this dreamy look came to his eyes, Bo knew his answer. His latest design was going to be a success. Marlo looked around, then stepped in closer and lowered his voice. “It was... holy shit, Bo, where did you come up with that design? It was... fuck. It rocked my damn world.”
Bo threw his head back and laughed, a loud, from the gut laugh, that had others around them stopping what they were doing and turning to look at them. He didn’t want to embarrass his friend, but he really wanted to know what Marlo thought of the toy. He looked down and met his friend’s gaze, then whispered, “So? Did you like the size? The girth? What about the little nubs I put up the sides?”
Marlo looked around to make sure no one was still looking at them, and softly said, “It was all so fucking amazing. Those nubs. Oh my fucking gods, Bo. They are so... so... gods they’re delicious. Could I make one suggestion though?”
“Of course, Marlo. That’s why I have people test them. To give me feedback. Speaking of which, you haven’t turned in any of your questionnaires recently, which is so not you, Mr. Organization.”
“I know, I’m sorry. How about I come to your place tomorrow with them and we talk there?”
Bo smiled. “Sounds good. How’s ten work for you?”
“Ten would be perfect. Oh, and my suggestion? Vibrator. It needs to vibrate. Maybe thrust itself in and out a little,” Marlo said, then turned and walked away.
Bo stood staring at his friend for a moment, shocked, but not shocked. Since Marlo became one of his testers a year ago, Bo had never before gotten so many honest, detailed reports, and some really good ideas. He would have to try out the toy for himself, maybe tonight, and see if what Marlo was suggesting was even possible. Shit, now that the idea was there, he needed to make some calls and see if it was possible to do a thrusting motion too.
“Bo! Let’s go!” Alex called out, drawing his attention.
Bo headed over to their table and sat as Nelo pushed a beer in front of him. He lifted the chilled glass and took a drink, loving the perfect temp of the beer as it slid smoothly down his throat. As he put the glass back on the table, his gaze met the most delectable ass he had ever seen leaning over the pool table. Bo licked his lips in appreciation, then it dawned on him, Wait a minute, I know that ass. Shit. What is Jag doing here? I thought we left him behind at the party. Fuck!
“What’s got your attention? Something maybe I should know about?” Alex asked, then looked around the bar, taking in all the males around the room.
The place wasn’t too busy tonight, with the town party and all, but there was a nice youn
g crowd. When Alex’s gaze turned toward the pool table and Bo saw him stop, then his eyes widen, Bo felt a possessive growl burning inside him, threatening to bubble out.
What the hell was that? Even if Alex was interested in Jag and the two of them went off to fuck like rabbit shifters, what the hell did he care? Jag wasn’t his and he wasn’t Jag’s. They had no claim on each other and had made no promises. Jag could fuck whoever he wanted. So why did all of that protest sound like such utter bullshit? His wolf rose up inside him and started to whine, and suddenly Bo felt his beast pushing out his submissiveness, the beast howling inside him, the sound so sad and lonely, calling out to... someone... something, but what?
Bo was shocked when Jag suddenly straightened and spun around, facing their side of the room.
The beta’s gaze roamed over the room, searching for something, or was it someone too? Those amazing green eyes landed on him, and instantly Bo’s cock came to life. The heat that burned in the beta’s eyes caused a shiver to race up his spine, and Bo had the need to go to Jag, then drop to his knees.
“Fucking hell. I would bend over any surface and beg to be fucked by him. Who is that?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, I agree with Alex. Holy moly that guy is hot,” Nelo chimed in.
The urge to growl at his friends as he clawed their eyes out filled him and Bo bit the inside of his cheek to hold it back. If his friends knew that he’d had the sexy beta already and wanted a repeat and maybe more, he would never hear the end of it.
“That’s Jag Bower from the Heart pack. He’s beta along with Caleb. Don’t you remember he was here after the attack and helped us clean up the pack grounds?” Marlo answered.
“Crap. I didn’t get to meet him then. I did meet Caleb’s alpha, Ridge, but not that sexy man. I definitely would have remembered that,” Alex said, and licked his lips.
“I thought you were stuck on bending over for Tug? What the hell are you doing salivating over some guy, and with Tug in the room?” Bo sneered. Shit, he hadn’t wanted to say that and out his friend like that, but his wolf was getting angry, and he could feel his bitchiness rising.
Alex’s head snapped in his direction, his friend’s eyes filled with surprise and horror, along with some fear. Bo really wanted to kick himself in the ass in that moment for causing his friend any kind of pain or stress. “Shit, Alex, I’m…”
But, before Bo could get another word out, Tug moved in behind Alex and leaned in over his shoulder, then whispered in his ear. Alex’s back stiffened as his eyes opened wider and his jaw dropped. Tug placed a kiss on Alex’s cheek, then straightened. He wore a smile on his face as he looked down at Alex, then turned and sauntered away.
Marlo placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder, then asked, “What did he say?”
But Alex just sat there, frozen, not making a sound. Bo was sure the guy wasn’t breathing either.
“Alex?” he pushed.
“Whatever Tug said, I think he broke him,” Nelo, added.
Suddenly, tears built in Alex’s eyes and Bo had a bad feeling. He reached out and grabbed one of Alex’s hands and squeezed. “Alex, what’s wrong? Come on, man, talk to us.”
Alex stared straight ahead, still in some kind of trance, but whispered, “He said... he said he would love to bend me over any surface and fuck me. The idea thrilled him, but he didn’t think I could handle him and his partner, and they were a package deal. He said as much as he knew I loved to fuck and fool around, having two dominants control me was probably too much for me, so I should look somewhere else.”
“Fuck, I didn’t know Tug had a partner,” Nelo said.
“Me neither. Who is it, I wonder? And both of them are dominants? How does that work?”
Marlo asked.
“Tug is an alpha/beta and his partner, Raiden, is a beta/delta,” Jude offered as he stopped by their table.
Bo looked up and saw that Jag was standing there with Jude, his gaze locked on Bo.
“So it’s a relationship?” Alex asked softly, his voice quivering.
“Yup, sorry little dude, but those two have been together for over three years now. How did you not know?” Jude asked.
“I don’t know who Raiden is,” Alex whispered, his voice dejected.
“I didn’t know either and I pretty much know who everyone is hooking up with,” Marlo said.
“You know no one pays us omegas any attention, so people do and say plenty around us not even noticing we’re there. I know more secrets about this pack than the alpha.”
Jude chuckled as he ruffled Marlo’s hair. “Well I know you’re there, sweetie, and I also know that what you’re saying is true. What did you think Tug and Raiden were doing all those long days they spent out hunting for the pack?”
Marlo gave him a duh look, then replied sarcastically, “Oh, I don’t know... um... hunting?”
“You know, Marl, you’re getting pretty uppity in the underpants there, buddy. I think we need to get you laid,” Jude teased.
“I’m an omega. You know I can’t get laid until some beefy alpha comes along and claims me as his own little pet, then all I’ll do is get laid,” Marlo mumbled.
“There is no rule that says omegas can’t have sex before they find a mate, or a true mate,” Jude said.
Marlo shook his head and replied in a huff, “Like finding a true mate is an everyday occurrence.
No, you’re right, it’s just that no one wants an omega. I could drop my drawers right here, right now and bend over that pool table and beg the room to fuck me, and I still wouldn’t get one taker.”
“I don’t know about that, Marlo, I think you’re sexy as fuck. I think you’re not giving yourself enough credit,” Jag said.
The beta’s words filled Bo with anger and he wanted to scratch not only Jag’s eyes out, but Marlo’s too. Bo suddenly couldn’t sit there and listen to another word. He needed to get away from everyone before he did something that he could never take back and would be ashamed of.
Something inside him, his wolf maybe, wanted to lash out at Jag, so Bo let him. “Well, I think Jag is right, Marl. You’re fucking hot as hell and anyone would be lucky to get your attention. If we weren’t the best of friends, I would bend you over this table and fuck your brains out right now.” Bo stood and pushed away from the table as he added, “Unfortunately I have a date that I’m gonna be late for if I don’t get going. I’ll see you at ten, Marl.” He leaned down and kissed his friend on the cheek, then turned, and calmly walked away.
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Jag had no idea why Bo suddenly looked heartbroken and angry, but it didn’t sit well with him, or his wolf. He was just hanging out with Jude and having a good time playing pool when suddenly, his wolf sat up and howled inside him. He felt the push of a submissive wolf directed at him and his wolf growled, “Mine,” inside his head. Shocked the shit out of him and Jag spun to look around the room. Not one man in the place called to him until his gaze fell on the beautiful Bo. As soon as he spotted him, Jag’s wolf growled and scratched, fighting to get out and claim what was his. The damn beast actually sent images to his brain of them fucking in wolf form.
Jag had no idea what was going on with him or with Bo, but he was smart enough to know something was up and it was something very significant. He also had a feeling his life was about to change.
He was beginning to have thoughts on who he and Bo were to one another, but he wasn’t positive. He needed answers and right now, there was only one man, okay, well two now, that he knew of to talk to about this with.
Jag pulled his cell from his back pocket, walked away from the group and found a quiet corner.
He dialed, then put the phone to his ear and waited. After six rings the call connected and Jag blew out a relieved breath that the call had actually gone through. That was one of the downs of living so far north in the Tundra, cell service sucked sometimes.
“This better be fucking important,” Ridge’s strained voice came over the line.
Jag�
�s brows rose, and he smirked as he replied, “Am I interrupting something?” He had a good idea he knew what he had caught his alpha and best friend doing.
“It’s eleven at night, or course you did. What’s up?”
“I need to know how you knew Caleb was your true mate? I mean, I know you smelled him the minute he was born, I was there, but how? I mean, knowing a true one only happens once they reach full maturity and become who they are meant to be on their twenty-fifth birthday. That’s when their mating scent starts, so… how did you know?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Jag could hear some ruffling sounds and low whispers. A moment later Ridge came back on, his voice now normal and back in control.
“Well, as you said, Jag, you were there, so you know I never understood it and neither did my father, but it was true nonetheless. And as soon as I met my Caleb on his twenty-fifth birthday I could smell the change in his scent, and knew without a doubt that I had been right all those years ago.”
“So, when you scented him now, I mean grown Caleb not newborn Caleb, what did his scent do to you? Did you start having these wild ideas about…”
“About what?” Ridge questioned.
“Nothing. I’m sorry, man, I shouldn’t have called you so late. Apologize to your mate for me.”
“Hold on there a minute, Jag. Let me ask you something now, okay?”
“Shoot,” Jag replied.
“When you say wild ideas, do you mean some freaky sex positions, or something else?” Ridge asked, and for some reason Jag got the idea that Ridge knew exactly what he was talking about.
Slowly, cautiously he replied, “Something... else.”
Ridge chuckled lightly, before whispering into the line, “Does your wolf want to mount his wolf?”
Jag’s eyes went wide as he sucked in a breath, shock filling him. Out of all the questions in the world, Ridge went right to the heart of the matter, which only proved to Jag that Ridge knew what was going on. “How…?”
“There’s a lot for us to talk about on this subject, and I promise we will after you claim your true mate and the two of you come home. Go with the instincts of your wolf, Jag. He knows what to do.”