by Lynn Hagen
“Gonna…come.” Maverick panted.
Cecil doubled his efforts. Locked onto the head, he pumped Maverick’s cock in a fast pace frenzy.
“Shit, baby. Coming.” Maverick threw his head back, shouting Cecil’s name as he came down his throat, ropes of hot seed spurting continuously. His mate struggled to swallow it all, but a little escaped down his chin.
Maverick pulled free of his mate’s mouth, licking up the wasted seed. He grabbed Cecil in a passionate kiss, tasting his flavor in his mate’s mouth. It was intoxicating. He pulled Cecil onto his lap, his back to Maverick, and pulled Cecil’s jeans down. He began to masturbate Cecil’s cock, playing with his balls. The desire was riding him to watch his mate come.
“You do it, baby. I want to watch.” Maverick watched Cecil grab his own prick, pumping his hand and pulling at his balls. “Damn, that’s sexy.” Maverick licked his finger then reached his right hand under Cecil’s ass, sliding a finger in his tight hole.
Cecil bowed his back, his seed shooting out onto his hand and the desk, his body jerking as he made the cutest sex noises. His mate twitched a few more times before collapsing back, panting. Maverick slipped his finger out then circled his arms around him, kissing his neck.
“You are one sexy man. I’ll watch you do that anytime.” Maverick reached in one of his drawers, pulling Kleenex out. He wiped his mate clean and then swiped up the come shots on the desk before helping Cecil pull his pants back on. Maverick tossed the napkin in the trash, pulling his rumpled self back together as well. “Go have fun with Cody.” He kissed his mate one more time before Cecil stood and promised to be back soon.
Chapter Five
Lonny watched as the Alpha’s mate walked down the hall. Jealousy ripped through him. He was the one who loved Maverick the most. Not that pint-size human. How dare he come in here where Lonny had set up home and try to take everything away from him. He would bide his time until the necessary changes could be made.
Cecil walked out of the office, seeing someone slide around the corner, out of sight. He stood there a moment, waiting. When no one appeared, Cecil walked off to find Cody.
“Hey, Cody. You ready?”
Cody hopped up, grabbing his keys from the glass bowl by the door.
“Grab your coat, Cecil. It’s nippy out today.”
“I don’t have one. I didn’t think to bring it with me.” Cecil sat on the couch. Guess he wasn’t going. Cecil had forgotten his coat in the winter box at home. The ride to Maverick’s house was cold enough, and he wasn’t going through that again.
He looked around the room, trying to decide what to do. He didn’t like pool or cards. He wasn’t a television watcher. Maybe he could find a book to read. Had to be a library in this big house somewhere.
“Hang on, C-man. I’ll be right back.” Cody took off down the hall. Was he going to tell Maverick that Cecil was coatless? Well damn, was there anything he could do around these guys that wouldn’t get him into trouble?
Cody came back into the den. “Come on, Cecil. Let’s rock ‘n’ roll.”
Man, Cody was right. It was chilly out. The truck finally warmed as the heaters began to blast hot air.
“Got orders from the big guy to buy you a coat. To the mall we go. Hope you like shopping.” Cody grinned at him as he waggled his brows. He put a CD in, cranking it up. Godsmack was playing. Cody threw his arm over the back of the seat as they cruised down the highway. Cecil was enjoying the freedom of getting out of the small town, even if it was just for a few hours.
They made it to the mall in record time, thanks to Cody’s lead foot. “Don’t go telling your mate I was speeding with you in the truck. He’d hang me out and skin me.”
“Not a word. Promise.” Cecil laughed as Cody rushed him into the mall and out of the cold.
It was packed. Of course, Saturday was a busy time for the mall. The place was crawling with teenagers. He watched as a couple of Goth kids headed to the food court, noses pierced and wearing all black. Cecil liked how teenagers freely expressed themselves. One guy walked by with a purple mohawk. The freedom to be whatever you wanted, or even the choice to change it, was a beautiful thing in his opinion.
“This way, C-Man.” Cecil followed Cody to a department store. They passed a woman trying to spray them with the latest disgusting smell. He hated perfume. Another woman tried to pull them over to try the “softest lotion money can buy.” No thanks. They hit the escalators, taking it two flights up to the outerwear.
“Okay, Cecil. Let’s get you a coat.” Cecil and Cody rifled through the racks, trying to find a decent one for Cecil’s small frame. They weren’t having any luck in the men’s department.
“Uh, Cecil, I’m not trying to be funny or anything. Honestly, I’m not. But maybe we should look in the boys section.” Cody gave him an apologetic look.
“It’s cool. Just don’t tell anyone where we got my coat.” Cecil laughed.
“Promise.”
Cody snapped the hangers to the right as he went through the selection. He pulled one out for Cecil’s approval.
“Spiderman! Kiss my ass, Cody.” Cecil barked with laughter.
“Shit, you got a mouth on you. Does Maverick know about your potty mouth?” Cody teased.
“I don’t fucking think so. You gonna tell on me?”
Cody burst out laughing. He tossed a black coat at Cecil to try on.
“This one’s good. It fits damn nicely.”
“You better stop cursing. My Alpha’s gonna think I corrupted you. No offense, I like my balls hanging between my legs.” Cody was chuckling as he led Cecil to the checkout. They went one floor down, heading to the back.
“Where are we going now?”
“Alpha told me to get you some clothes, too. I do what he tells me.” Cody started pulling T-shirts and boxer briefs off of the shelf, and he held a pair up to Cecil’s waist.
“Stop that. You look like my mother.” Cecil swatted at his hands. A woman standing on the other side of the shelf giggled. Cecil smacked Cody in the arm. “See what you started. I can pick my own underwear out.” He grabbed a few pair in his size, pushing Cody to move on.
Next Cecil was led over to the jeans and shirts. “Did he say a few things or a shopping spree?”
“Just get what you need and stop crying like a baby. I’ll take you to the toddlers section if you don’t stop complaining.”
Cecil narrowed his eyes, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.” Cody again held clothing up to Cecil to check his size.
“I’m going to start calling you Mommy in a minute if you don’t knock it off.” Cecil snatched at the jeans, but he was too slow as Cody yanked them out of his grasp.
“Go ahead.” Cody chuckled. “People will look at you funny, not me.”
They gathered jeans and shirts and headed for the checkout. How much money did Maverick have? They were definitely on a shopping spree. He wasn’t comfortable with Maverick spending all this money on him, and he voiced his objection to Cody.
“You are his mate. You will want for nothing. Get used to it. Believe me when I say you’ll piss him off if you refuse. Let the spoiling begin.” Cody grabbed Cecil’s arm, leading him to the escalators. Cody wouldn’t even let him carry the bags. Cecil was getting frustrated.
Now this was what he was talking about. The game store. Cecil could get lost in here for hours. He helped Cody pick out an X-box and all the accessories a guy could dream of. The wolf bought at least ten games to go with it. Cecil’s mouth dropped open when everything was rung up. Must be nice to have money lying around like that. He wasn’t jealous—just wishful.
They stopped at a mobile phone stand. Cody told him to pick a cell phone out.
“Okay, I draw the line here. I don’t need a cell phone. This is too much. No, Cody.” Cecil tried to walk away, but Cody reined him in.
“I can really embarrass you here. Don’t make me do it, Cecil.” Cody gave him a warning stare.
Cecil walk
ed away.
“But, baby! I didn’t mean to sleep with him, honest. It just happened! Come back! Let’s talk about it. I love you!” Cody shouted at Cecil.
Cecil was mortified. His face turned a deep crimson as he looked around to see many people snickering and some scowling at him. Mothers covered their young children’s ears. Mall security approached Cecil.
“Is there a problem here, sir?” One rent-a-cop looked at Cecil in disgust. The other winked.
“No, no problem.” Cecil sputtered out. He was going to kill Cody. He stormed back to a smiling wolf. Yeah, he was going to skin him.
“Fine, I’ll pick one out. Payback’s a bitch.” Cecil pointed to a phone, not even looking. His arms were crossed over his chest and his eyebrows furrowed. How embarrassing was that!
A woman walked by him, winking. She stopped to give Cecil her phone number.
“Call me, stud.”
Cecil stared at her unbelievingly. Were woman actually turned on by gay men? Cody snatched the phone number from his hand and threw it in the trash.
“You are really trying to get me killed today.” He handed Cecil the bag with his cell phone and accessories in it.
“Hey, Code-man. You started it with that cheating outburst. What do you think Maverick would do if I told him about that, huh?”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Try me.” Cecil danced out of the way as Cody lunged for him, giggling as he raced away. He bumped into someone, nearly knocking them over.
“Excuse me. I’m sorry about that.” Cecil caught himself before he fell.
“No problem, Cecil.”
Cecil snapped his head up. Jeremy. Was the guy following him? Cody walked up next to him and growled as Cecil got behind Cody.
Yeah, he was a chicken. So what? Too many memories of abuse assailed Cecil. Jeremy had put the fear of god in him and old habits die hard. He knew Jeremy couldn’t touch him now, but the triggers were still there.
“Run along, little boy. Leave us men alone.” Cody sneered.
Jeremy glared at him and walked away.
“You okay, Cecil?” Cody walked back over to the phone stand, retrieving the bags that were dropped.
Cecil shook his head, unable to answer the wolf.
“Come on, buddy. We have everything we came for. Let’s get you back to your mate.”
“What do you mean it was for me? Enough is enough. I’m not taking it.” Cecil crossed his arms over his chest, twisting his nose in the air.
“What do you mean you won’t take it? Don’t you like it?” Maverick couldn’t understand why his mate was refusing his gift. He knew Cecil wanted a game system but couldn’t afford one. So why was he being so damn stubborn? Cody had given him his credit card back and all the receipts. He knew his mate was well taken care of today.
He had told Cody to buy him the console and all the accessories under the ruse that it was for the den. He knew his mate wouldn’t have picked out what he really wanted if he knew it was for himself. Cecil was going to take it whether he liked it or not. A mate didn’t refuse gifts, let alone from his Alpha. It was unheard of.
“Maverick, it’s too much. You’re spending too much on me. I appreciate it, I do. But I can’t take it. Take it back.” Cecil walked out of his office. Did his mate lose his mind?
“Cecil, get back here now!” Maverick barked in his deep Alpha commanding voice.
Cecil slowly stepped back through the door. A look of fear was on his face, his hands twisting together in front of him. Maverick could feel the fear coming off of him in waves. He could also see him trembling. This was not how he expected his mate to react when he presented him with the gift, but he was pissed. “You will never turn your back on me when I am speaking to you, do you understand? You will take what I offer without complaint. I will not tolerate this behavior from my mate.”
“Yes, sir.” His mate’s eyes were darting everywhere. “May I go now, sir?”
Maverick nodded, watching his mate run across the hall and slam the door. He cursed when he realized he hadn’t even shown his mate their bedroom yet. The only excuse he could give himself was that this mate stuff was new to him. Maverick was trying.
He felt like a bully, hating the way he had handled that. Cecil was human. He didn’t follow the same guidelines as the wolves. Cecil didn’t know that it was disrespectful to refuse a gift from his mate and Alpha. Maverick would have to keep that in mind when dealing with his human mate. He needed to explain things to Cecil. Calmly.
Maverick strolled across the hallway, trying to open the bedroom door, but it was locked. He knocked. He had never been locked out of a room in his own home before. When no one answered, he knocked again. Nothing. Fuck this. He broke it down to find the bed empty and the curtain blowing.
His mate had run away.
Maverick was seething. Didn’t Cecil know that he was the number one target now for his rivals? The small man didn’t realize the danger he was in. Dammit. Maverick called his Sentries to attention. There were six of them in the den.
“Cecil has gone missing. I want him found now!” The Sentries took off, shifting into their wolf forms. Maverick stormed out of the house. Cecil was so in trouble for this. First, though, he had to find him.
Maverick wasn’t going to shift. Tracking his mate would be easier in his wolf from, but bringing the wayward human back would be more challenging without a vehicle. He grabbed the emergency pack from the closet in the foyer which contained several changes of clothes. The warriors would need them when they shifted back.
Tossing the pack into the bed of his truck, Maverick followed the wolves. They would track down his mate, and then Maverick was going to spank his bottom.
The Alpha wouldn’t allow himself to worry. Worrying would keep him unfocused, and he needed to keep a cool head. The dangers his mate just placed himself in had his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.
If Jackson or one of his pack members found Cecil before Maverick, then a war would start. No one took what was his.
Chapter Six
He flung himself on the bed, crying, and balled up into the fetal position, letting large tears roll down his face. Maverick was just like Jeremy, only worse. He was three times the size of his ex and had ten times the strength. For the first time, Cecil was beginning to regret his decision.
He wanted to go home. He was a kept man, and he couldn’t have that. Cecil had to get out of here. There was no way he was going to stay in a gilded cage. Wiping the tears, he stood.
Cecil closed the bedroom door, locking it. He tiptoed over to the window and, checking behind him, he slid the window up. He crawled through, landing on his feet. Looking around to see if anyone spotted him, he shot across the yard, heading for the woods.
Racing around the house, Cecil ran to the only place he could think of at the moment.
It took what felt like hours to reach what he thought would be a safe haven.
“Chad, it’s Cecil. Open up.” Man he hated to have to turn to his nasally coworker. Where else did he have to go? His apartment would be the first place searched. Chad finally opened the door, stepping aside to allow him entrance.
“What’s up, Cecil? Finally decide to grace us with your presence?” Cecil rolled his eyes. The guy was annoying.
“Hey, just thought I would come by and take you up on your offer to play.” Cecil pasted a phony grin on his face. It really sucked to realize you had no one when you needed a place to run to. He would just suck it up and act like these guys were his buddies.
“Sure, come on in and play. Sasha just got the newest release out. It’s a killer.” Chad snorted at his own joke. Maybe he had been too hasty with his prison break. Maybe dealing with Maverick’s overbearing manner wasn’t so bad compared to Chad’s bad puns and nasal-onics. He sighed. Too late now. To be honest, he was afraid to face Maverick. He had gone too far.
Cecil sat there bored out of his ever loving mind. He played the game with fake enthusiasm, de
clined the illegally purchased alcohol and started missing Maverick something awful. He wanted to go back.
Cecil knew running away from his problems was juvenile. He had panicked as flashbacks of Jeremy triggered the urgent need to run. Now he was stuck in a different kind of hell. The seventh circle, to be exact, with Chad as the gatekeeper.
His head jerked up when he heard howling. Had they found him? He had been gone for hours. Cecil was tired and hungry. Cheese puffs and soda weren’t cutting it.
There was a loud, booming knock on the front door. Cecil jumped. He had an urge to hide in a closet. Instead, he watched as Chad looked through the peephole and then paled. Yeah, his mate was here. Time to go back to the happy farm.
The banging became louder, with an audible growl to accompany it. Chad ran to his bedroom, slamming the door. Cecil rolled his eyes and got up, bracing himself for the abuse. He opened the door to one pissed off looking mate.
Maverick grabbed Cecil, pulling him into his arms. This wasn’t exactly what he had expected, but he would take it.
It beat getting knocked around.
“Let’s go home,” Maverick said in a deadpan tone.
Cody stared up at the magnificent show Mother Nature was giving. Lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the night. Storm was coming. Maybe he would go home tonight. If Maverick was going to punish Cecil, he didn’t want to be there. Cody had grown to care about the man in such a very short time. He wouldn’t be able to listen to any screaming or crying. His conscience couldn’t take it.
“You think he’ll hurt the little guy?” Remi asked solemnly.
“Don’t know. I’m heading home. See ya tomorrow.” He shifted into wolf form, taking off across the field.
The drive home was silent. As badly as Maverick wanted to reach out to his mate, he was too angry right now. Instead, he stared out into the night, appreciating the beauty of the storm heading their way. It added mystery to the darkness. He watched the lightning storm until they pulled into the graveled drive.
