The Artist And His Alpha

by Lisa Oliver

  “Appear weak,” Sean corrected. “I already knew I had the feelings, I just didn’t think an Alpha would express them.”

  Caden’s blue eyes widened, and while they made a beautiful contrast to the man’s slightly puffy pink lips, Sean had a horrible feeling he had given his mate the wrong impression again. When Caden opened his mouth, that feeling was confirmed.

  “So you acted cold towards me, after I slipped up and told you how I felt, because you thought I was weak? Was that it? And what? You came into my apartment and saw that I’d killed two guys, with a gun I might add, because my wolf wasn’t stupid enough to make an appearance, and changed your mind?”

  Sean rolled Caden onto his back and lay over him; his hands cradling a face he planned to wake up to every morning for rest of his life. “I never thought you were weak. Not from the moment I saw you in your ‘fuck me’ coat and boots. I thought you were adorable, shy, and when I realized you were a lone Omega, I knew you had to be strong in spirit. My wanting to wrap you up, keep you close and keep everyone away from you had nothing to do with thinking you were weak. I was surprised by what you said, given what was going on at the time. I reacted badly and then spent three days embarrassed as hell about it. I was the weak one, not you. From this day forward, I will always see you as my equal in every way, you have my word.”

  Caden searched his face and Sean held his breath. Then a small smile twitched at his pouty lips. Sean could feel Caden’s cock hard on his thigh, and he decided a subtle hip roll might help them both get past the tongue lashing and onto something more interesting.

  “So if we’re equals and everything, and you don’t think I’m weak, are you going to let me fuck you this time round?” Caden swiveled his hips, grinding his dick into Sean’s legs. Sean gulped. Could he let Caden do that to him? Before he over thought anything and everything, he nodded, surprised when Caden laughed.

  /~/~/~/~/

  Oh My God – the look on his face. I wished I could capture that on canvas. Caden couldn’t help but laugh. He’d only been teasing, but clearly Sean didn’t know that. His brawny Alpha mate was so shocked he’d been rendered speechless. Tapping Sean on the shoulder, Caden indicated he wanted to get up. Laughing hard was not a good thing to do when he’d been wanting to pee for hours.

  “Where are you going?” Sean asked. “I thought we were going to be doing something here.”

  “I’ve been awake a while. My bladder is screaming at me. Just keep it hot and hard for me, and I’ll be back in a minute.” Caden shoved on Sean’s hips and the man rolled off of him. He wiggled to the edge of the bed, and climbed off making sure he kept a definite swing in his hips as he made the way to the bathroom.

  After taking care of the necessary business as quickly as he could, which involved punching his hard on from hell, Caden eyed Sean’s huge shower. He looked back towards the bedroom door, and then back at the shower. Fuck it. He was already naked, it would only take five minutes, and if Sean couldn’t wait, well, he could take care of his mammoth erection all by himself.

  He set the water running, and within seconds was soaping himself happily. As he ran his hand across his cock that had not completely gone down, he gave an experimental slip and slide. Hmm. Pleasant enough. But Caden would far rather have Sean’s hands or maybe his mouth on him, especially seeing as it had been four days since he’d felt Sean’s cock in his ass. With those thoughts in mind, he made quick work of his shower, and dried himself off roughly.

  Hurrying through to the bedroom, Caden stopped and his mouth fell open. Sean had pushed the covers back and was laying naked on the bed, with his fingers in his own ass!

  “This is not as easy as I thought it would be,” Sean said and there was a definite grimace on the man’s handsome face. Caden made himself move forward and stood uncertainly by the side of the bed.

  “What are you doing? I mean, I can see what you’re doing, but why are you doing it?” Caden had never thought he’d seen his mate look so damn good. All those muscles on display, a slight sheen of sweat glistening in the sunlight that flooded the bedroom. Those strong fingers that Caden loved to feel on his body were wedged firmly in Sean’s hole. Three of them.

  “Prepping myself so you can fuck me, of course,” Sean said and oh, Caden’s heart melted as Sean tried to grin. The man was as nervous as a buck rabbit, and yet with the way his cock was bouncing on his abdomen, also hellishly aroused. Caden decided he wasn’t going to argue with his mate, or let him know he had only been teasing. This would be his first, and possibly only time as a top, and he wasn’t stupid enough to pass that up. He climbed on the bed, and Sean handed him the lube.

  “I’m ready, you only need to slap some on yourself, and we’re good to go.”

  Caden coated his cock liberally with the gooey stuff. He wasn’t sure how much, or how little he would need, porn could only teach you so much. But he figured in this case the more he used the better for Sean. He had no doubt whatsoever, that no one had been near his Alpha’s ass before. He just hoped he didn’t end up with a snarling wolf on the bed before he got going.

  “My wolf is perfectly under control,” Sean said as though reading Caden’s thoughts. “I’d just, I’d rather…” he gestured to his cock. Now is not the time to laugh, not with Sean being so nervous. Caden knee walked forward until he was nestled between Sean’s thighs. Sean had already propped his butt up on a pillow, and the closer Caden got, the wider Sean spread his legs.

  “Wouldn’t it be easier for your first time, if you turned over?” Caden had heard that was true, and while he thought it could be a rather impersonal way of doing things, he didn’t want Sean to be uncomfortable.

  Sean gulped again, and then said, “I think my wolf would feel better if we could see your face.”

  Caden grinned and grabbed his cock. Sean’s arm stopped him and he quirked his eyebrow at his mate.

  “Having second thoughts?” Caden didn’t care; his own ass was dripping, already prepared for his Alpha’s penetration. Caden could just as easily climb a bit further and ride Sean’s cock till they both came. He’d be a bit disappointed if Sean backed out now, but he would understand.

  “Just take it easy on me, okay.”

  “Slow. Right.” Caden let the words drop out of his mouth, and with one last look at Sean’s worried face, he pushed the head of his cock against Sean’s puffy opening. His slim cock slipped inside a lot more easily than Caden had expected. But of course, Sean’s three fingers were a bit wider than his dick. He held onto Sean’s thighs to stop himself going any further, as soon as he felt the head of his cock slip past the tight guardian muscles.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m doing it. Caden tried not to let his mental happy dance show on his face. The muscles in the thighs under his hands had tightened a bit, but then Sean let out a long breath.

  “A bit more,” the big man said shakily. Caden pushed in carefully, trying to watch his mate’s face for the slightest hint of tension. It wasn’t easy. Sean was staring at the ceiling, his fists gripping the bed sheet, blowing out long breaths. Caden stifled a giggle as he was reminded of a documentary he’d watched ages ago about a woman in labor. The breathing patterns were remarkably similar.

  “Okay, you’re good. Push right in.” You’re the boss. Caden was inclined to slam his cock in, just like Sean usually did to him. He imagined it would feel immensely satisfying. But he didn’t have it in him to be mean, and despite the fact that Sean could be insensitive at times, Caden did love him with all that he was. So instead of taking Sean at his word, Caden rocked himself in further, reciting the multiplication tables in his head so he didn’t blow his wad like a teenager with his first hard on.

  By the time his balls kissed Sean’s butt, Caden was sweating. The multiplication tables were no match for the searing heat, and strong pressure that was fully encasing his shaft. Sean huffed and puffed, while Caden ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach, aiming for soothing, but from the state of Sean’s cock, which
was still rock solid and leaking heavily, perhaps being more sensual than anticipated.

  After a long, long moment, Sean raised his head, his eyes bright with his wolf. “You can move,” he said with a guttural groan.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Move.” Caden heard the distinct sound of the sheet ripping and saw that Sean had claws. This had better be quick, because if hair started sprouting all over Sean’s smooth skin, Caden was pulling out, getting out and running.

  He flexed his hips, just testing things out and the wicked sensations caused him to forget all about Sean’s wolf in an instant. Fuck that felt amazing. Caden did it again and again. He loved the way Sean’s body held him so fucking tightly, resisting the pull out and welcoming him in. He gripped Sean’s thighs and pumped with all of his strength, his mate grunting beneath him.

  No wonder guys liked this stuff. Caden could feel his whole body on fire. His wolf was over the moon that they were dominating their bigger and stronger mate in this way. Caden’s human side was busy trying to work out how the hell he could make this wonderful, enlightening, soul touching experience last. Because it wasn’t going to. With every thrust, Caden felt his body prepare for the inevitable. His balls were tight enough to split, his spine tingled, and Caden felt a flush go over his whole body. He knew etiquette demanded that he get Sean off first, but Caden was so lost in the pleasure, the feelings, the smells…it was all too much.

  “Come Caden.” Okay, he could do that. He could so do that. Caden let himself go, thrusting as hard as his hips would allow, pushing deep as he felt his spunk pulse from his cock head, deep into his mate. You are so mine, Caden thought as he felt the rush of endorphins, all mine.

  After a few moments, simply savoring the bliss, Caden opened his eyes and looked at Sean, who was grinning widely.

  “You done?”

  Caden nodded, and then flushed as he looked down at Sean’s cock that was still as hard as ever. Oh, he was a bad top. But Sean noticed him looking and a feral look came into his eyes.

  “My turn.”

  Caden squeaked as Sean’s hands gripped him firmly, and seconds later, Caden found himself flat on his back, with his mate looming over him, seconds before a large stiff cock pushed inside of him.

  Thank the Fates, I’m an Omega, Caden thought as he grabbed hold of Sean’s biceps and hung on for the ride. And what a deliciously, wonderful ride it was.

  Epilogue

  Two weeks later

  Caden flicked a quick wave at Rocky and Bruno as he headed inside the Rising Moon club. He was running late, but he knew that Sean would have kept some food handy for him. Caden had had trouble adjusting to living at Sean’s house, while keeping his painting work at his apartment, and he hoped that the huge conservatory extension Sean was having built on the back of his house would be finished soon. None of the rooms in Sean’s house had enough natural light to satisfy Caden’s artistic needs, and as Sean liked having him close by, it was he who organized getting the conservatory built. But in the meantime, shuttling back and forth between the apartment and the place Caden now considered home, was wearing on him. He might not have admitted that he missed his mate being around during the day, but it was how he felt.

  Sean had offered to pick him up for their evening dinner date, but Caden had thought that was silly seeing as Sean was already at the club, doing whatever club owners did. With it only being two weeks since Caden had been attacked, Sean was still highly protective. While it annoyed Caden at times, he knew that Sean loved him enough to care where he was at all times. It was the Alpha in the man, and Caden wouldn’t have it any other way. He waved at Wendy and Cliff at the bar, as he stood near the entrance watching his mate across the room. Sean clearly hadn’t realized he’d arrived yet.

  Caden was a lot more comfortable at the club than he had been after that first visit. He and Sean had been there at least a half a dozen times in the past two weeks, although this is the first time he’d arrived on his own. From the scene over at Sean and Liam’s table, it would appear his mate had been missed by the club goers. He had a quiet smirk to himself, as he saw Sean trying to disentangle himself from a very persistent large blond man, who apparently didn’t want to take no for an answer. He caught Felix’s eye and winked, but instead of heading across to the table, he turned towards the dance floor instead. His mate would find him soon enough, he was sure of it, and it was that confidence that made him smile.

  /~/~/~/~/

  “Where the fuck is Caden? I knew damn well I should have gone and picked him up. For fucks sake, can’t you take a hint, I’m not interested!” The blond steroid-filled hunk gave Sean a surly look and slunk off. Sean straightened his suit jacket and glared at his brother and his mate, both of whom were smirking at him.

  “What are you two idiots grinning at? It’s not fucking funny. At least when Caden’s here, most people leave me alone.” Sean picked up his beer and looked over at the door to the club again. Where was his mate? Caden was over half an hour late, and Sean was getting worried.

  “That’s because your loyal staff have been gossiping about the time Caden knocked out that big brute, Wesley, with one punch. Word is getting around about how possessive he is about you, and the fact that he takes no shit from anyone.”

  Sean felt his mouth tug into a reluctant smile. That had been funny. Well, not funny exactly, but when Wesley, another ex-fuck, had cornered Sean in the bathroom and dropped his pants, Caden had charged in like a tiny demon. He had taken one look at Wesley with his pants down and his ass up, and had punched the man right on the jaw. Wesley had gone down like a sack of potatoes, looking just as attractive.

  “Yeah, he’s getting to be a right little spitfire. I just wish he was here already.” Sean looked over at the entrance again, but there was no sign of that mop of white blond hair.

  “You could be a bit more forceful, in telling your ex’s you’re off the market,” Liam suggested. Sean grunted, but didn’t say anything. Yes, Liam was the golden-haired boy who hadn’t been tempted by the flesh at their own club. That meant he could sit, night after night, with his mate, and not have to contend with the number of people who figured Sean was nothing more than a cock machine with no conscience. Damn it. He’d told everyone he was engaged to be married. They had even had an engagement party in the club and left it open to all patrons, just so that the point could be made. But it seemed that a lot of the humans Sean had fucked before were determined to prove they could be the one who could break Sean’s vow of monogamy. Sean knew it wouldn’t happen. Caden knew it wouldn’t happen. But having Caden around certainly helped keep some determined souls away.

  “I’m getting worried about Caden. What if his cab broke down, or he got mugged leaving the studio, or…?”

  “Caden arrived ten minutes ago,” Felix said with a smirk. “I think he noticed you were busy, and decided to do some dancing instead. He’s probably trying to relieve some tension after watching his mate getting mauled yet again, by another avid fan. He came in while you were dealing with the blond. Caden knows it’s not good for business if he keeps punching your patrons.”

  “Caden’s the one with fans, not me,” Sean said, twisting in his seat, searching the dance floor. Within seconds he caught a glimpse of that mop of hair, that tempting body swaying to the beat, looking just as graceful as Sean had imagined weeks before. His mate was just beautiful; there was no other word to describe him.

  Unfortunately, there seemed to be a number of other men who were just as taken with Caden’s ass in those sinfully tight jeans, and the way a small strip of tanned skin appeared above his belt buckle every time Caden raised his arms. Caden’s new found confidence showed in the way he dressed, moved, and in the fact that he was comfortable enough to go onto the dance floor alone. Well, that was going to change pretty damn quickly.

  Sean growled as he saw a man more blatant than the others grind hard against Caden’s ass. He stood and moved without thinking. No one had the right to touch his mate. He f
elt his claws lengthen as he headed towards Caden. The interloper had Caden caught in a tight grasp and wasn’t letting him go in a hurry.

  The dancing crowd moved out of his way, probably because of the look of fury Sean knew he was wearing. He was glad of the shades he was wearing because his wolf was front and center in his eyes – a common occurrence when he was out with his mate. Caden’s fame as an artist had grown overnight, and pictures of him appeared regularly in the local media. Journalists loved him because of his looks, and Caden couldn’t go anywhere without requests for interviews and pictures. Liam and Sean had banned all journalists from their club, after Caden was mobbed during a visit the previous week. But the man who currently had Caden in his grips clearly didn’t know who the artist was, or that he was engaged to be married. He was just after that perky ass.

  “Let him go,” Sean growled. He didn’t recognize the man, but Caden’s glare was a common sight. Sean focused on the man his wolf perceived as his enemy instead.

  “I said, let him go. Now!”

  “Hey man, it’s a free country. I got here first. Wait your turn.”

  Stupid. The man was just plain stupid. Sean took one step closer and being careful not to hit his mate, took a swing with his meaty fist, and knocked the guy flat on the floor. Unfortunately, the man hadn’t let go of Caden, who ended up sprawled across the man’s body. Everyone on the floor had stopped dancing; watching the scene play out, while the music kept pounding hard enough to break eardrums. Sean leaned down and gave Caden his hand, pulling the man to his feet, and hugging him tight.

  “You okay?” He asked, refusing to let Caden go, even though his mate had tensed up in his arms.

  “Of course I am,” Caden growled softly. “I can take care of myself, you know. I was attempting to handle the situation without laying the man out cold. It seems like every night we come here, someone ends up unconscious.”