by Lisa Oliver
“A 24/7 submissive, in other words,” Teric said. Kyle thought over his words again. Yes, okay, he could see where Teric might come to that conclusion.
“Not 24/7,” he said. “But yeah. Someone who didn’t mind doing shows with me every now and then in the club. A person that puts my needs first. Who is invested in making me happy. What’s wrong with that?”
“You would share your mate with others?” Teric’s eyebrows were lost in the flop of his black curls.
“Never. Not physically,” Kyle snapped. “Wolf shifters don’t work like that. I can’t get hard for anyone else but you, now that I have bitten you. My wolf would never tolerate another person touching you in any way. But sharing your passion, how hard you make me, how beautiful you look when you come. Yes, I’m an exhibitionist and I’m not going to deny that.”
Teric leaned back in his chair, and Kyle didn’t know if he was aware that the movement highlighted the bulge in Teric’s crotch. The look on the man’s face was giving nothing away.
“And what,” Teric said in a deceptively calm voice. “What does your meek submissive mate get from you in return?”
“The pleasure that comes from making me happy. My protection both in the club and out of it. The pride from being mated to one of the top Doms in this club. The status that comes from being the mate of one of the top enforcers in this pack.” Kyle knew he had a lot of worth in his pack, and he was proud of his position and his reputation. Any mate would be proud to share that, wouldn’t they?
“I also own my own house, have enough money so that my mate would never need to work, and I can provide for you in every way,” He added when Teric didn’t say anything. Good God what else could any mate be looking for? He was a catch. Enough subs around the club had told him so over the years.
Unfortunately, it would seem that Teric wasn’t as impressed as Kyle thought he should have been, if the narrowed eyes and pursed lips were any indication.
“You told that blond git from last night, you weren’t looking for a full time sub,” Teric said, not giving any clue to where his thoughts were going.
“I wasn’t interested in Will full stop. Never have been.” Kyle was firm on that point at least. He wouldn’t touch Will with somebody else’s dick.
Teric stood up, deliberately smoothing his fitted suit down over his muscular frame. Kyle appreciated the move. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of his mate’s body. The man moved like a dream.
“It seems we have more to discuss,” Teric said tersely. “Perhaps we should do this in your room.”
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Teric didn’t think he had been so angry with anyone in his life, like he was with Kyle in that moment. Okay, he accepted that he asked for Kyle’s opinion. He felt it was a good idea to find out what his mate was actually looking for in their relationship. But the bullshit that came out of the gorgeous man’s mouth was enough to make Teric spit tacks. He knew he had to get his mate somewhere private, or he was going to tear strips off the man. Yes, pissed off as he was, he still considered his mate’s reputation in his pack and the fucking club. But that didn’t have to mean anything, and as far as he was concerned, it didn’t.
Still trying to convince himself of that, Teric got taken by surprise when Kyle led them into the room, closed the door and then immediately started plundering his mouth. Fuck it all!That was just unfair tactics. His mate kissed like a….kissing God or something. Like he invented kissing, the fucking bastard.
And those hands. God, what was the man doing with those wicked hands of his? Teasing Teric through his clothes. Taunting responses out of him that just shouldn’t be fucking possible when he was so freaking angry. Hands, that oh my fucking God, were tormenting his cock through the cloth of his pants, were teasing his asshole with such damn focus it was too hard to think. All the while, keeping his body pinned against the wall with that muscled fucking chest, and those sexy hips of his. Damn it. The man was just too much temptation and Teric wasn’t all that strong. Not when it came to his mate.
Frantic to try and gain some control over the situation, Teric forced his hands between their bodies, quickly taking care of the buttons on Kyle’s pants. Within seconds he had a hot steel rod pulsating in his hands, and the man at his mouth was now moaning into it, gasping his name.
“Ride me,” Kyle moaned, as he trailed his lips from Teric’s mouth, scorching a path from mouth to neck. Scraping lightly on Teric’s neck, just above his mating mark, Kyle latched on, sucking so hard, Teric knew he would be marked for days. Catching onto what his mate wanted, Teric deftly undid the fastenings of his own pants, letting them fall to the floor, kicking off his shoes as he did so. As soon as his legs were freed from their restraints, he gave a small jump, locking his legs just above Kyle’s hips, lowering his now exposed asshole to meet the head of Kyle’s cock that was standing up to greet him.
A couple of missed starts later, and Teric caught the head of Kyle’s cock right where he needed it to be. Too furious to be cautious, he plunged himself down, wincing and biting his lip as the pain rocked through his body.
“Easy darling,” Kyle groaned as he held Teric firm in his big hands. “Don’t move. Breathe deeply.”
Yeah, right. Like he could breathe with a fat red hot poker shoved up his ass. Teric struggled to do what Kyle had said, purely and simply because it made sense. Not because of the concern in the man’s voice, and not because it was his mate telling him what to do. Teric struggled with his breathing, pushing out with his ass, until he felt the burn start to ease. Now he just felt full.Full was good. Actually full of Kyle was magnificent.
“Okay,” he said more hoarsely than he intended.
“Thank Christ.” Kyle moaned again, as he used the grip he had on Teric’s hips to raise Teric up, and then back down again. The two men quickly found a rhythm that worked for them – not as hard and fast as Teric would have liked, given his current mood, but he wasn’t that pissed off that he didn’t appreciate the care his mate was taking, and how fucking good it was to feel Kyle moving inside of him.
His own cock, which had deflated considerably due to the pain, had perked right back up as though nothing had been wrong. Sandwiched between two sets of abs muscles that were hard enough to grind rocks, it created a slick passage for itself, the pressure just enough that Teric knew he could get off. Eventually rather than soon.
“Harder,” he moaned against Kyle’s lips, the man once again intent on plundering his mouth. “I need more.”
Groaning at his words, Kyle’s movements sped up, his mate abandoning the idea of kissing in favor of tossing his head back, a steady stream of moans coming from his throat. And fuck that throat looked good enough to bite. Caught between the sheer heaven of being pounded into by his mate, and the glorious temptation of Kyle’s throat, Teric nuzzled into the neck muscles that were enticing him, and licked in time to his movements.
As Kyle’s rhythm begun to falter, and the man was reduced to rutting against his ass, his speed increasing with every thrust, Kyle cried out, “bite me, Teric.” Without thought, Teric did, sinking his teeth deep into the juncture of Kyle’s neck and shoulders. The moment he tasted his mate’s blood on his tongue, Teric climaxed, sweeping a more than willing Kyle along with him. Kyle roared, and Teric could feel the steady pulse of his come, coating his insides. Still wrecked from the intensity of his climax, Teric had enough brain power left to carefully unhook his massive eye teeth from Kyle’s neck and carefully licked the area clean.
“Fuck, what type of a cat are you,” Kyle mumbled, his head resting on the wall above Teric’s head.
“A big one,” Teric admitted, nuzzling into the bite he had made. It would have been far better if he had been allowed to top his mate at the same time, but considering Teric had thought his mate was too much of a freaking wolf to let a mere cat mark him, ever, he would settle for what he had for now.
Letting out a big sigh, Kyle carried Teric over to the bed and carefully set him down, his cock fin
ally slipping free of its cozy little home. “I’ll get something to clean us up with,” Kyle said, heading off to the bathroom. “Then we can talk,” he called out over his shoulder.
Oh yes. That’s right. Teric was angry at his mate. But in the afterglow of what could only be described as phenomenal sex, Teric found it hard to hang onto the intensity of the anger he had felt when he listened to Kyle talking in the dining room. He guessed that maybe he would have to settle for being reasonable instead.
Chapter Eight
Kyle wasn’t stupid. He might look like a fallen angel, and he might act like a dumbass sometimes, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that he had upset Teric during their meal together, and he had guessed that the only reason that his mate had suggested they take their conversation to a more private setting, was because Teric was going to go nuts at him. Kyle only hoped that now the man had enjoyed an intense orgasm, he would be a little less inclined to be snippy. If Kyle had thought about it more, he probably should have made sure Teric had got off twice. Then all Teric would have wanted to do was sleep for a bit. But that would be putting off the inevitable.
Shrugging off his unease, because he was an enforcer after all, Kyle quickly cleaned himself up and then ran a wash cloth under hot water. Walking back into the room, he climbed up onto the bed, carefully wiping Teric’s come from the man’s abs, and his own from Teric’s ass. Throwing the washcloth down beside the bed, he stretched himself out alongside Teric’s body and met Teric’s eyes.
“You’re angry at what I said,” Kyle said softly. “I was explaining to you how I had always dreamed my mating would be – not what I thought I would have with you. Please tell me what I said that made you so mad.”
“You want a sub.”
Kyle shrugged. “Wanted. Past tense. Yes. So. It’s all I’ve ever known, so that was likely to be what I dreamed of having over the long term. I knew I was a Dominant the moment I shifted and that has never changed. This pack, this club just helped me hone my skills.”
“You’ve only ever had relationships with subs before?”
Snorting, Kyle tried not to laugh. “I’ve never had a relationship before. I had sex with subs. I did scenes with subs. I didn’t sleep with them, care for them beyond a scene, or want to protect them or stay with them. Everyone knows I’m not boyfriend material.”
“I’ve never had a relationship either,” Teric said and there was something in his quiet voice that made Kyle take notice.
“What about the person I saw you with in Iowa,” he asked. “I know you went home with him. The barman said you looked very cozy.” Kyle tried not to show how much that thought had angered him.
“That was Saul,” Teric said. “A human friend from when I was a child. Yes, we grew into fuck buddies, but even if I hadn’t scented you that night, I was going to break things off with him. He had been getting too intense – talking about feelings and things that I just didn’t feel. He wanted a boyfriend, and I didn’t.”
“Did he know about you?”
Teric shook his head. “Nope, we were never close enough for me to share that secret. Honestly, thinking back about it now, I just used the man. Doesn’t make me feel very good about myself, although in my defense I thought that was what he wanted too.”
He turned on the bed, looking at Kyle full in the face. “I never really had friends, because I was always on the road with my job. Saul was just a stop along the road for me. I thought he wanted the sex – I didn’t know he wasn’t seeing anyone else. I spent that night breaking up with him when I didn’t even know we were in a relationship, and believe me, that wasn’t a bucket of laughs.”
Kyle grinned. “I spent the night watching an Alpha’s son take it up the ass and in the mouth, at the same time, with two human’s he had picked up from that club. Considering I had just scented you and wanted nothing more than to find you, it wasn’t a fun night for me either. I had blue balls for days.”
“What the hell were you doing watching some shifter have sex with humans? Are you that kinky?”
Laughing, Kyle explained about Dante, the unfair kill mark on his name, and Pearson’s plan to try and get it removed from his record.
“I know about that case,” Teric said. “The Iowa pack lodged it with the Council after they banished Dante. But there were no details on the file. The Alpha said it was a private matter and that he simply wanted the record lodged in case Dante went to another pack. I was going to talk to Pearson to see if he wanted my help in getting the record removed.”
“You can do that?”
Teric nodded. “Yes. It seemed a bit hokey at the time and the Council weren’t keen on staining a shifter’s permanent record without more details, but when I went to the Iowa pack to try and find out what the problem was, I didn’t get a very friendly reception. I assumed that Dante had upset someone in the pack because he was gay. By then Dante had already lodged his application with this pack, so the Council left it until they had more evidence. If Pearson had gone to the Council they would have told him that.”
Kyle thought about the Dante/Jarrod situation. He knew that Pearson was uncomfortable outing a man in a homophobic pack. Especially a shifter that was supposed to lead the pack one day. Jarrod was not a nice man, and what he did to Dante was wrong on so many levels. But if Teric could clear Dante’s name, without outing Jerrod, then it would be a win-win situation, for the Washington pack at least. The Washington pack never had anything to do with the Iowa pack anyway, so Dante would have a blemish free record, and as for Jarrod. Well, if Jarrod turned out to be an asshole Alpha then either someone in his pack, or on the Council would take care of it.
“We’ll talk to Pearson about it this afternoon,” he said, stroking down the side of Teric’s face. “Now explain to me why you were so angry that I thought I would end up with a sub for a mate. It was a fair enough assumption given my lifestyle.”
“I don’t have anything against submissives,” Teric said slowly. “I know they are strong, and that they take pleasure in pleasing their partners. I understand the psychology behind submission – that desire to let go and let someone else take control for a while. I get it, that submission is a gift and a freaking hard thing to do. But…” Teric trailed off.
“You don’t seem to have a problem submitting to me in the bedroom,” Kyle observed, although he was worried that he might be making the situation worse. But it was true. From the moment Kyle had taken Teric in his arms, the smaller man had submitted to him, intentionally or not. The man melted every time he touched him.
“I know that, and I’m comfortable with that,” Teric said. “You are bigger than me, clearly a top, and I can defer to that. You’re a wolf and it’s in your nature, especially when you are with someone built like me.”
“Do you top?”
“Usually,” Teric said, chewing on his bottom lip. It was a cute gesture and Kyle wanted nothing more than to replace Teric’s teeth with his own. Then what Teric said hit him and he looked at Teric in shock. “You’re usually a top?”
Teric nodded. “Yes, with humans, other cat shifters, other shifters full stop. Never had a wolf before though. So you can see why this submissive business could be a problem for me.”
“I have been thinking about letting you top me,” Kyle admitted. “It’s not something I’ve ever done, but I want us to have that mind connection, and I know as a wolf shifter I have to let you top me for that to happen.”
Teric smiled at him. “That gives me a bit of hope then – that I won’t be the permanent bottom in our relationship. But it’s not just the sex. I can submit to you then. Fuck, I’ll let you spank me, fuck me in front of the others, do what you like sex wise provided it doesn’t involve anyone else physically. And I can respect you when you are with your pack, or in the club. But I don’t kneel. I don’t want to be doing your washing or your cooking. I can’t work for the Council once I’m accepted into this pack, but I’ll probably want a job. I do have money and a house of my own, you know.”
“That’s all you heard, in all that I said,” Teric said, getting up and moving to straddle Kyle’s thighs.
“No, I heard all of it,” Kyle said with a soft moan. Because now Teric’s ass was right over his cock, which had decided it was ready to play again. Would he ever get enough of this man? Kyle sincerely hoped not. “You don’t have a problem with exhibitionism, which is a double win for me, because I love public displays. You won’t kneel at my feet, but you will treat me with respect in front of others,and I presume that means you will also sit on my lap. You won’t cook or do the laundry, which means we will have to keep the cleaning lady, and you want to work if you can. I don’t know what you want to do with your house, but that is up to you, and anything else we can work on.”
“Will that work for you,” Teric said, leaning over and brushing Kyle’s mouth with his lips, and rolling his hips over Kyle’s cock.
“I’ll learn to deal with it,” Kyle promised. He really just wanted a kiss and it seemed that his mate could read his mind already because the man leaned over further and did exactly that.
Chapter Nine
They made it to Pearson’s office, for the afternoon meeting, with two minutes to spare. Both men were considerably happier than when they had left that morning, and Kyle was delighted that Teric had foregone his suit, and was wearing a simple black muscle shirt and tight jeans with his boots. It seemed that Teric had gone out to get his stuff when Kyle had left the room that morning. While he would be the first to admit that his mate looked amazing in business attire, he felt that Teric would have a better chance fitting into the pack, if the man was dressed like everybody else. Jeans or leather pants were basically a uniform at the club.