The Reckoning (Tundra Wolves Book 2)

by Maggie Walsh

  Although he had been with two alpha’s in his life and both times let them fuck him raw, but was he really willing to let this delta fuck him?

  Before Jag could answer, the little shit reached out and grabbed the front of his pants and started undoing his jeans. “While you contemplate my words of fucking your ass, how about we start by getting naked and I suck your cock?” Bo said, then slid off the couch onto his knees. Jag released Bo’s cock, then Bo moved between his legs. Bo grabbed the waistband of Jag’s jeans and yanked the material over his hips. Jag lifted his ass off the cushions to give him a hand, then Bo ripped his pants down his legs, pulled his socks off at the same time, then discarded his clothes.

  Bo reached out and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, then licked a line up the underside to the tip, licking the bead of juice there. “Fuck, you’re a big boy and you taste amazing,” Bo said, then dove in and swallowed Jag whole in one shot, taking the head down the back of his throat.

  Jag literally saw fucking stars as his head dropped back against the couch and he thrust his fingers through Bo’s hair, holding the man to him. Bo pulled back, dragging Jag’s cock against Bo’s tongue, then began to play with his shaft. That tongue licked around and wiggled, then there was a sudden hard suck and Jag cried out. Fuck! The man knew how to suck a cock.

  That tongue continued to do wicked, mind-blowing things to him, then he was swallowed to the back of that tight throat again. Jag’s hips began to move, humping up into Bo’s mouth, wanting more, needing to go deeper. His tip hit the back of Bo’s throat, but this time his lover swallowed, dragging him in deeper. A hand cupped his balls and started rolling them with a gentle squeeze.

  Jag was so lost in the pleasure of the moment that he was suddenly surprised when a wet finger thrust up his ass. His head snapped up and his eyes opened. He looked down and met Bo’s gaze and saw the mischievous twinkle there. Oh, his lover was pushing him, trying to distract him with his mouth.

  Another finger pressed inside him and Jag was shocked he was allowing it. His wolf was growling and fighting within, pressing his dominance out toward Bo’s wolf. The fingers instantly pulled from his body and the sight of shame that flashed inside Bo’s eyes, killed him. Jag wanted to smack his wolf upside the head. That look of shame should never be in his lover’s eyes. Jag knew that as a delta, Bo was a sex fiend. It was in his DNA makeup just like Jag’s dominant beta genes were in his DNA. It was just who they were.

  Jag softened his features and looked into Bo’s eyes, then he cupped his cheek with one hand. “You do you, beautiful Bo. As a beta you must know it goes against my ways, but I’ll make you a deal, if you can put three fingers inside me and stretch me good before I fill that porn star mouth of yours with my cum, then I’ll ride your pole until you scream.”

  Bo’s eyes lit up with excitement, then he closed his eyes and got back to work on Jag’s cock, loving on it like it was his job. Jag’s lover’s head bounced up and down on his cock, sucking him deep as one hand played with his sac and the other returned to his hole. Jag had no idea what had gotten into him to make that deal, but he was a man of his word, and what did a man really have if he didn’t have that? He would make good on his promise, but being the controlling, dominant one, he would still take charge.

  His lover pressed the third finger in his ass and began to slowly glide them in and out. Jag suddenly remembered his brief interludes with bottoming, and although he had found pleasure in the act and had come, it was something he was still uncomfortable with. If he was to find the right man for him, and that man showed interest like Bo had, then maybe he would use fucking his ass as a special reward.

  Bo swallowed him again, sucking harder and Jag saw stars. He dropped his head back against the couch again as his grip in Bo’s hair tightened, and he began to thrust, practically fucking Bo’s throat. Those fingers thrust harder into him, then hit that right spot and Jag’s mind was blown. The tingling in his balls told him he was going to have to take it like a man.

  Jag lifted his shirt slightly, exposing his abs just in case Bo couldn’t take all of him and he shot his load up his stomach. He hadn’t brought a spare shirt. Bo gave him one more hard suck as he tapped against his gland and Jag couldn’t hold back. His whole body shook as he clenched his teeth and shot his load down Bo’s throat. Damn, that had been the best fucking orgasm of his life.

  “Hey, Jag, don’t you know just standing out here in the cold could literally freeze your balls off, man?” Jude said, as he stepped up beside him and slapped his back. “Hey, man, you okay?” Jude asked, when Jag didn’t answer his first question.

  He turned to look at his friend and smiled. “Yeah, man, I’m good. I was just getting some fresh air. So, how’s the party going?”

  “Some people are starting to leave, so it should be over soon. So, tell me, what’s the real reason you’re out here? It wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain birthday boy would it?” Jude smirked at him and gave him a knowing look.

  Jag laughed as he shook his head. “Am I that transparent?”

  “Not really, but I’ve seen that look on the faces of many a man who has spent a night with our Bo.”

  Jag was not happy hearing that admission from Jude. Not that he didn’t know that Bo would be considered a manwhore in most circles, but not with their kind. It was a natural thing for deltas.

  But, the thought of Bo being with anyone else made his wolf growl fiercely. Jag tried to hide his displeasure from Jude by keeping his cool and his voice steady and calm. “Yeah, well, even though it was a fun night, I don’t think we’ll be revisiting it anytime soon. Looks like he had a main squeeze in there just now.”

  Jude’s brows dropped as he looked at Jag in confusion. “Bo and a main squeeze? No way. Not possible. Out of all the deltas we’ve had in this pack, it’s rare for one of them to settle down with just one. Unless the guy is either looking for a permanent mate that is, or a true one like Caleb and Ridge, but we know how fucking rare that is. And the only way a delta will seriously tie himself to a mate is when the guy promises a full committed mating. Or they’re part of a ménage. You must know that with the deltas in your pack.”

  “All true, but with the way he was hanging on that guy in there, I figured it was his man.”

  Jude gave him another confused look, then suddenly realization shone in his eyes and Jude burst out laughing, slapping him on the back again. “You mean his dad, John, that he was just hugging on in there? The other delta?”

  Jag’s brows rose high from his surprise. “That was one of his dads?”

  “Yeah. John. He and his mate Nathan, the guy with the long blond braid like Bo’s, who was standing next to him. Wait a minute, you thought Bo was hugging on some other guy and you... came out here to get away from the sight? Oh man, don’t tell me you’ve got it bad for our little Bo?”

  Jag pushed Jude’s shoulder, shoving him away as he grumbled, “Fuck no, man. I was just wondering while I was here, you know?”

  Jude smiled. “Yeah, I know, you were hoping to get another turn with our hot little delta. Trying to match up with your first hit and run with Bo, or wanting to go with a full head on collision?”

  Jag laughed at his new friend’s crazy ways. “Shit, man. We already had the full head on collision, but I definitely wouldn’t mind having another one. Wait, how the hell did you know?”

  Jude gave him a duh look. “We’re talking about a delta here. The only thing they love as much as having sex, is talking about the sex they had. The question is, who around here doesn’t know?”

  “Shit,” Jag said, as he shook his head and laughed.

  Jude put a hand on his shoulder, and offered, “Let’s hit the bar and have a few beers, maybe play some pool.”

  “Sounds good. I’m in” Jag replied.

  “Great, let’s go get my car before we both freeze our balls off. Two betas with no balls would just be too much of a crime,” he teased, as they headed back toward the alpha house.


  “So, that bar’s still running on your lands? I thought after the wolverine who ran it before helped that bastard Stuart, that Dell closed it down?” Jag asked.

  “Nah. He let the wolverines run it for a while. They were scared that we would attack them in retribution after what happened, but they had no clue what they were doing. Dell made them an offer. He would buy the bar at fair market value, then it would become pack property, and they wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. He also told their leader that he wasn’t going to make them pay for what one asshole did, but we would be keeping an eye on them, so they’ve been really good lately,” Jude explained, with a laugh and Jag joined in.

  “So who runs it now?”

  “One of our other betas, Tug. He’s as big as a fucking shit brickhouse and twice as tough, he doesn’t take shit from anyone, but me and Dell. Anyone gets out of line with Tug around and he’ll bang some heads together.”

  “Sounds like a doll. Can’t wait to meet him,” Jag said, laughing.

  ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

  Bo couldn’t believe his eyes when he walked into the Community Center and immediately spotted Jag. The man didn’t see him though, and Bo didn’t know if he was thrilled about that, or heartbroken. Jag stood across the room talking with Jude, Kitka, and Dell, the group laughing about something Jude was saying. The smile that spread across Jag’s face was mesmerizing and Bo found that he missed it, longed to see it over and over again in fact.

  He moved around the room, keeping to the walls and made his way to the back where he spotted his friends Marlo, Nelo, and Alex sitting. Bo ducked behind Manny Cranston, the new hunter for the pack as he talked to Wally Bell about his snowblower engine, and Bo flopped down into the chair beside Marlo.

  “Why are you skulking around?” Nelo asked.

  He gave his friend an indignant look as he scoffed, “I am not skulking.”

  “Looked that way to me too,” Marlo said. When Bo looked at him, he saw the little smile on the omega’s face and knew Marlo was teasing him.

  Bo narrowed his eyes at him and raised his fist, then thrust it toward Marlo, but stopped when he was about to make contact with his shoulder, and just lightly tapped him, smiling. “Stop being a smartass.”

  “So? What has you not roaming around the room like a peacock trying to get some male’s attention, like normal? Especially seeing as this party is for you too. We thought you would be the life of the party,” Alex said.

  Bo shot him an evil look, then smiled as he replied, “What, and take away your fun from being the monkey in the middle of two trees? I thought maybe you would go for the full gangbang tonight.”

  Alex stuck his tongue out at him, then smiled. “Been there, done that, bought the shirt.”

  Bo’s jaw dropped as he stared at his friend. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table.

  “You had a gangbang without me? Shit, man, I thought we were going to try to do that together.

  Who was there?”

  Alex giggled and wiggled his eyebrows. “Does five people writhing together, not concerned with who fucks who and what goes where, count as a gangbang, or an orgy?”

  Bo groaned as he flopped back against the chair. “Damn it. When was that? And I missed it?

  Fuck.”

  “You two are ridiculous, always trying to outdo each other,” Nelo said, then took a sip from his cup.

  “Oh, you’re just jealous, because you weren’t invited, Nelo,” Bo teased.

  Nelo made a face, causing Bo to chuckle, then replied, “Well it appears neither were you, so there.”

  Everyone burst out laughing. “He’s got you there, Bo,” Marlo said.

  Just then, something hot and sexy and oh so fucking fantastic in bed crossed his vision, and Bo stared at the drop dead gorgeous beta. Jag was by far the hottest thing he had ever seen, but since that night they had together, Bo couldn’t even think about fucking anyone else, which was starting to really piss him off. He hadn’t had sex in so long, he was afraid his dick was going to shrivel up and die. The only relief he got these days was when he pulled out one of his toys and fantasized about Jag slamming him against a wall and dominating him, like he had done that night.

  After Jag had surprised him with that promise of letting Bo fuck him, then Jag still took control as he rode Bo’s cock like a cowboy, Bo had been wrecked for any other man.

  Bo pulled back from the blow job, excited, but afraid at the prospect of this domineering man letting Bo fuck him. Would Jag really go through with his offer? Bo didn’t have to wait long to find out, when Jag said, “There’s a bottle of lube in the kitchen. Go get it and get that sexy ass back here.”

  Without question, or protest, Bo rose to his feet and quickly retrieved the lube. Turning back, he almost swallowed his tongue when his gaze fell on Jag standing in front of the couch, gloriously naked, and the mans heated gaze fell on him.

  “How far does that tat go?” Jag asked, pointing at his side, his gaze eating Bo up like a feast.

  Bo moved closer, then stopped a few feet before Jag. He placed the bottle of lube in the man's hand. They both stood nude, their gazes freely roaming over each other. Bo was shocked to feel exposed suddenly. He had never felt that way with a lover before, so why now? He had always been proud of his body and had no problem showing it off to anyone.

  “Fuck, that’s some beautiful ink. Where did you get it?” Jag asked as he moved closer, his gaze running down Bo’s side, following the entirety of his tattoo. He had a black dragon with crystal-blue eyes that ran the length of the right side of his body from shoulder to ankle. The head of the beast covered his right pec, the neck wrapped over his shoulder, a wing spread out across his upper back, and the body slid down his side, over his hip and the tail wrapped around his leg from thigh to foot, ending at his ankle.

  His friend, Jael, was an amazing artist who was gifted with being one of the best tattoo artists on the planet. He had a little shop attached to his house back in the York pack. The tattoo took them months to do, but once it was finished, it was probably Jael’s best work, and Bo was his walking canvas.

  Jag’s fingers gently trailed down the design as his gaze took in every intricate detail. “This is the best tat I have ever seen. The scales are so realistic, I would swear they were a part of you. And the expression in the eyes, damn,” Jag said, in appreciation.

  Bo smiled, his heart filling with pride and excitement that Jag liked what he saw. “Thanks. My friend Jael did it. The man has the best eye for these things. He’s a genius.”

  “I would have to agree with you on that. I’ll have to spend some time tonight exploring every detail, but for now I believe I made you a promise.” Jag gave him a heated look.

  Bo’s eyes widened from the beta’s words. He couldn’t believe they were going to do this. This dominant male was about to allow him to fuck him. “So... you’re going to... um…”

  Jag smirked as he replied, “Be a man and keep my word? Yes. Have a seat.”

  Bo lowered himself to the couch, his gaze never leaving Jag’s until the beta opened the bottle and poured some lube into his hand, then tossed him the bottle. “Get yourself all slicked up there, slick,” Jag said seductively, with a wink, then turned around and placed one foot on the coffee table and reached back.

  Saliva filled Bo’s mouth as he watched. Jag’s ass was a muscular thing of exquisite beauty and all Bo wanted to do was drop down on his knees behind the man and eat him. He wanted to worship that ass forever. Then, when Jag reached back and sank two fingers into his ass, Bo actually whimpered. The sight was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

  Bo absently poured some slick on his hand, then dropped the bottle and wrapped the hand around his shaft. He began to stroke himself as he stared at the erotic show before him. He matched his pumps with the rhythm of Jag’s thrusts as his fingers appeared and disappeared into his ass. Bo could practically feel Jag’s hole take him in.

  Three fingers now plunged effortlessly, gliding free, an
d Bo clenched his jaw. Just the view was threatening his control and Bo’s balls pulled up tight against his body. The guiche piercing in his perineum tingled, and Bo suddenly wondered if Jag would be just as excited to learn he had that piercing as well as he seemed excited about his other piercings.

  Suddenly Jag pulled his fingers free and dropped his leg, then turned to face him. The man took the few feet separating them, then climbed on the couch, placing his feet on the outside of Bo’s thighs. Bo dropped his head back to look up at the god before him, his heart pounding with excitement, but also a hint of fear. He was afraid he was going to do something wrong, not be enough for the beta, or not please him. The thought confused Bo and made him uneasy. He had never had doubts about his sexual skills before, not even the first time, but now, with this man, so close to sinking inside that Adonis’ body, Bo was feeling... inadequate.

  Jag shook his head slightly as he smiled. “No going back now. I am a man of my word if nothing else. Just so you know, beautiful Bo, this is an extremely rare treat, so let’s make it explosive, shall we?”

  Bo could only nod, shocked and excited at what was about to happen. Jag lowered himself, placing his knees on the couch on the outside of Bo’s thighs, then pushed Bo’s hand away from his own cock and gripped the hard shaft, lining it up with his hole. Jag slowly lowered himself onto Bo’s cock, stopping for a moment when the blunt head breached. They both moaned deep and Bo held his breath.

  Inch by inch, Jag took him in until Bo bottomed out in the most delectable ass he had ever felt. Jag was so tight, Bo’s cock felt like it was surrounded by a vise, but it was still so good. Jag’s heat and the silkiness of his ass almost had Bo shooting instantly. Then, Jag began to move, raising and lowering himself, slowly at first. When Bo reached out to grab Jag’s hip as his own hips started to thrust, Jag grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands over his head, then held them both with one of his larger hands. With Jag’s other hand, he placed it against Bo’s lower abdomen and pressed down gently, but it was enough to stop him from moving and fucking up into Jag.