by Maggie Walsh
Shit, a true mate? He might have found his true one? He needed more answers. “But how did you know? Did you go through this with Caleb?”
“Yes, Jag. What I tell you now, I need you to give me your solemn oath that you will not tell another living soul. Not even your mate. I am assuming it is someone in the York pack, probably your obsession, Bo. Go to him, but then bring him to his alpha, so Dell can talk to him too before he freaks out on you. Promise me, Jag, not a word to anyone until you go see Dell,” Ridge insisted.
“I promise. Now tell me what’s going on, Ridge. Why all the secrecy? Why does my wolf insist so fiercely that he claims Bo’s wolf?”
“It is the way of a true mate, Jag. It is what forms the mating bond of true mates. Your wolf must dominate over your mate and he must submit, then he will take what is his. He will mount your mate’s wolf and bite him during sex, then your wolf’s cock will expand and a knot will form, locking you together. Once the knot is gone, then you will claim your mate in your human forms and bite each other. At the time of Bo’s release, he needs to scratch you as well as bite. Once all of that is done, your true mating bond will be complete and you will spend the rest of your days together, being exactly what the other needs.”
“Well, shit,” Jag said softly.
Ridge chuckled. “Exactly, but I will tell you this, there is nothing on Earth like the mating ritual. Nothing.”
Jag could hear the pleasure and wonder in his friend’s voice as he spoke. From the way Ridge said it, Jag wanted to experience a true mating too.
After a few more words and some pleasantries, Ridge and Caleb wished him luck and Caleb told him how to find Bo. Then Caleb laughed as he told Jag that he was going to absolutely love Bo’s place and couldn’t wait to hear what Jag thought about it. Jag had no idea what his friend was talking about, but his curiosity was now piqued. Jag disconnected the call and put his phone away. He had a mate to talk to.
CHAPTER 5
Bo dropped his keys in the bowl beside the front door and kicked his shoes off, then strolled through the living room turning on a few lights. Crossing the room, he made his way to the far side of his loft style home and looked over his workbench where a stack of orders awaited his attention.
Damn, he was tired, but he still wanted to get to a few of the invoices before he hit the hay. He sat and picked up the stack of papers, then looked to the fax machine, noticing a few more slips of paper. Crap, if the fax had some crap in it, that meant his inbox on the computer would have double, or more. The work was getting to be too much for him to do alone and Bo had thought on more than one occasion that maybe he should hire some help.
He dropped the stack back on the table and stood, then headed for the kitchen. He needed a beer.
Opening the fridge he pulled out a bottle of Guinness and pulled the cap, then began to drink. As he was about to swallow half the bottle his doorbell rang.
Bo lowered the bottle and swallowed as his brows drew down and his gaze went to the clock. It was closing on midnight. Who the hell would be at his door at this hour? Still holding his beer, Bo sauntered to the door, figuring it was one of his bed buddies coming for a booty call. He swung the door open and was struck stupid to find the sexy Jag standing there on his doorstep.
Immediately memories of their time together and the things the man had done to his body assaulted him and Bo’s cock went ramrod straight as his skin tingled remembering every touch and craving more. He had never before submitted to any man the way he had to the one standing before him now and the thought scared him, because he knew if Jag told him to drop his pants and bend over, he would do it without hesitation and thank the man.
“May I come in?” Jag said, with a knowing smirk.
Gods, he wanted to slap that smirk from the man’s face, but at the same time he fucking loved it.
Without giving the moment any thought, Bo went with what his instincts were telling him and he stepped back, silently inviting Jag into his home.
Jag slowly walked in and as he passed Bo, the man’s wild, masculine scent washed over him and Bo was just able to hold in the groan of need that washed over him. He closed the door, then turned but didn’t move, he just stood there staring at the man as he invaded Bo’s private sanctuary.
Bo watched as Jag moved further into the room. Bo was sure what Jag was seeing in his work space was what was drawing the man's attention, and he smirked. Jag walked closer to the unique spanking bench Bo had set up in the corner of the room, then reached out and slowly ran a hand along the leather. “This is a nice piece. Do you use it much?” Jag asked, and Bo could hear the interest and amusement in his sexy voice.
Finally Bo moved away from the door and crossed the room until he stood a few feet from Jag. Bo reached over and hit the main switch that would flood the room in light. Once it was on, he watched silently as Jag’s eyes widened and his gaze roamed over everything that had sat in darkness but was now exposed.
“I actually haven’t used that at all. It would be bad form to use a client’s product,” he finally replied.
Jag turned his attention back to him and their gazes met. There was surprise along with curiosity there. “Client?”
Bo nodded, raised his hand containing the bottle and asked, “Beer?”
Jag smiled. “Sure.”
Bo left the man to wander and went to the kitchen to retrieve the beverage, then returned and handed the open bottle to the beta. Jag was now studying a custom cage Bo was working on, his fingers running over the fur-lined cuffs attached to one end.
“These are nice. A little foophy for my taste, but nice.”
Bo chuckled. “That’s because that particular cage is being made for a Dom with a female sub. He likes to attach soft things to her. Not really my taste either, but hey, to each his own, right?”
Jag looked to him and smiled. “I agree. We each have our own needs and desires and what they are doesn’t concern anyone else, but the parties involved. Like how you love to submit to me but fight it. I’m not sure why, but I like the way you fight me until you succumb.”
Bo felt heat rise up his cheeks and looked down. What the hell was it about this man that affected him so much? Why did he crave to submit to Jag so fiercely?
A hand touched his cheek and Bo looked up, meeting Jag’s gaze. The man stood before him with only a few inches separating them, his lips so close. When Jag whispered his next words, his hot breath caressed Bo’s face and his eyes closed against his will. “You are so stunning in your submission, pet, and I know without a doubt you wish to submit to me again. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in the way you breathe, and feel it in the tremble of your body when I touch you. We should stop dancing around this connection to one another and just let it happen. I know you feel it too. I also know you want it, crave it, just as much as I do.”
Bo tried to deny it. He wanted to and opened his mouth to do just that, but when he looked into Jag’s eyes again, he knew he was powerless against the pull he felt to be with this man, to give himself freely to him, and submit. It shocked Bo to his core to admit that it was all true and he wanted what Jag was offering. The only thing he managed to say when his voice finally worked was, “I’m scared.”
Jag took a step closer, their bodies now pressed together from chest to hip and Jag wrapped his other hand around Bo’s waist, holding him close. “That is because, deep down you and your wolf both know who I am to you. It’s a big shock to me as well, but the signs are all here, pet. We are true mates and our wolves demand we be together. Tell me, beautiful Bo, does your wolf crave to be dominated by my wolf? Does he want to be forced to his belly, exposing his ass high in the air, and have my wolf fuck him?”
Bo gasped at Jag’s words. He had thought there was something wrong with him from having those thoughts. Submitting to a lover was one thing, but to have dreams and fantasies of your wolf freely giving himself to another wolf was just weird. It felt so right but was strange at the same time.
“But�
�” He tried to protest again, but found he couldn’t. Jag’s words rang so true in his ears which in a small way made Bo want to fight against them, but the will wasn’t there. As he said before, he truly believed that people should stop all the games and grab onto what they wanted and desired. It was the best way of having what you wanted and to be happy.
“You, Bo Hakala, are my true one, my mate,” Jag declared.
Shock and hope filled him and Bo didn’t know what to say. Could what Jag was saying be true? Had he found his true one?
“But how do you know?”
“It is the instinct of our beasts. They have been drawing us together since we first met. My wolf sensed yours, but he has been waiting. You are yet to make it to your full maturity and your scent hasn’t changed yet, but once your twenty-fifth birthday arrives, you and I will both know for certain, and I cannot claim you until that time.”
“My birthday is in two days,” Bo replied absently, his mind still reeling from everything Jag had said.
Jag smiled, then leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Then, in two days I will claim what is mine, and you will claim what is yours.”
Bo’s eyes went wide from Jag’s declaration. This dominant beta would allow him, a lowly delta, to claim him?
Jag gave him that damn sexy smirk again. “Yes, my mate. As true mates, for our bond to be complete, we must claim one another. But, I must ask you to say nothing to no one but your alpha until after we complete our mating. It is a promise that Ridge made me make and I am honored to keep. He also suggested we go speak to Dell as soon as possible. Ridge said there was a lot he needs to tell us before our mating.”
“Can you read minds?” Bo asked, half teasing.
“No, but I can read you. It is probably because of our connection. As Ridge and Caleb instinctively know what the other needs and wants in any given moment, I suspect you and I will be able to do the same.”
“But I don’t know what you want or what you’re thinking,” Bo argued.
“Are you sure? Look at me and tell me what you see,” Jag replied.
Bo looked deeply into Jag’s eyes, studying the man. He could feel himself falling into the deep green orbs looking back at him. He saw a heat within them, a desire to claim, own, and possess.
Bo could also see the truth to all Jag’s words. They were mates. It wasn’t official yet and neither of them would know for certain until his birthday, but he could see that Jag was one hundred percent positive that Bo was his mate. The thought of being with this man again thrilled him, but the realization that they were now destined to spend eternity together being exactly what the other needed was overwhelming and heady. He was still afraid of what it meant to who he always believed himself to be, but he couldn’t deny the desires building inside him to be owned by this man and dominated by him.
He swallowed before he answered, “You want to claim me right now, but know we can’t, but you still want to bend me over that spanking bench and fuck me raw.”
Jag smiled. “See, you do know what I want and it saddens me to know we can’t use that intriguing bench. As much as my wolf and I want you right now, I think we need to meet with your alpha first and find out a few things before we make any more decisions. So, before I grab you and tie you down to that bed over there, why don't you show me around and tell me why you have a ton of fuck-me-furniture, torture devices, and more dildos than a factory all over your home,” Jag suggested, with an amused smile.
Bo threw his head back and laughed. He was finding he loved this man's sense of humor. Bo had never laughed so much with a lover, or during sex as he did that night he had spent with Jag in the cabin and Bo really liked it and wanted it. He nodded, then quickly dropped a kiss on Jag’s lips and stepped away, then turned and walked over to his wall of dildos, anal plugs, anal beads, and other assorted toys.
Jag joined him, then reached out and plucked a very large rubber dildo from the display wall and held it up, while he raised a brow of interest at him. Bo chuckled and took the item from Jag.
“That was a specialty design for a client, but it was such a big hit that I made a prototype and have mass produced it. It’s one of my biggest sellers,” he explained.
“I would say so. That thing is massive,” Jag teased, laughing, then began looking around again.
He stopped short when something caught his eye and looked back at him. Bo smiled and motioned for him to take a look.
Jag went to the strange table and began to inspect it. “What kind of instrument of delight is this equipment? I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
“You’ve heard of a thrust or fuck machine, right?” Bo asked, then waited for Jag to nod. Bo walked to the table and began to show Jag everything.
“One of the best things about a thrust machine is that even single people can use them. They just set it up, line themselves up, and hello, either ass or pussy filled. Now, I do have some clients who play in the female pool, but most of my customers are men playing with men, so I mostly stay with things that will be made specifically for a man's pleasure, both the dominant and the sub.
This began with the typical design of the saw horse with the side rests for arms and legs, but then morphed into a wider top and padded to help the strain against the ribs. The side planks were attached, so that they could be adjusted for any body size, then straps added to hold the sub in place. A few more straps were added along the length, so the dominant could completely immobilize his submissive, and the hole was made in the top like on a massage table, so the sub’s head would be supported, but the face exposed. But, with this one, the headrest could also be adjusted for angle, if you know what I mean? Then a back plank was added for more positions and a cut out there at the bottom for a man’s cock so it wouldn’t be trapped between his body and the table, unless the dominant wants it that way, otherwise the cock would be hanging free to allow more access to his master.”
“And what is this rigging for attached to it?” Jag asked, with genuine interest.
Attached to the back of the sawhorse design was black metal framing that ran from the rear of the horse to about three feet back, then joined by another bar, which he was making adjustable as well. At that point he would attach a small table that could support a thrust machine.
Bo explained it all to Jag, and he smiled as he moved closer to look. “So the machine would go here… with the thrust pole attached and the dildo on the end, then you line it up with your submissive’s ass and…”
Bo chuckled again from the excited look in Jag’s eyes. “Yes, and with this particular thrust pole, I am creating a line of specialty dildos to attach so the dominant has many choices not just the one that would come with the machine. At the tip of the pole there would be a screw casing which would match the connectors at the base of the dildos. They could start off small and work their way up to massive, or, in the machine I have made, a second thrust pole could be attached and a second dildo.”
“So for a woman it could fill both holes at once, or for a man he could be double-stuffed. I like it,” Jag replied with appreciation.
“Or triple,” Bo said, giving Jag a smirk.
Jag’s brows rose. “Three?”
“Yup, once I am done with it, there will also be a connector so a double dildo could be added to each pole, so if the client bought two they could potentially do a four cock thrust, but that would definitely be only for experienced couples. There would also be a fisting connector for those more advanced players.”
“Well shit. Now that I would love to see,” Jag said, then gave Bo a saucy look. “So tell me, beautiful Bo, do you personally test all these amazing toys of pleasure you create?”
Bo smiled cheekily, and replied, “Some, but with most of my more hard core items like this table, it would have to be with someone I could completely trust, or it could be very dangerous. Mostly I have a team of my people that love to test out all my toys and give me feedback.”
Jag started laughing. “So,
you’re telling me the York pack tests dildos and other BDSM gear of all kinds.”
Bo frowned, not happy with Jag’s words. “No, what I am telling you is that I have some of the York pack who test items for me, then write up reports on their experiences, what they liked about a product or didn’t, any suggestions they may have for improving an item. Then I pay them for their time. I look at them more as consultants and treat them as such. And the ones I have on my team need the money so it’s a win win,” he explained defensively.
Jag immediately came to him and wrapped his arms around Bo, kissing him, trying to comfort him. “I wasn’t judging, pet. I just had a vision in my head of your pack going into their homes every night and the pleasures they had, and wondered, for a bunch of wolves who were so sexually satisfied, how were they so fierce in their fighting and battle skills?”
Bo saw the amusing look in Jag’s eyes and knew the man was teasing. He could also feel that Jag hadn’t meant anything bad or judgmental from his original question. It was just normal curiosity.
Jag leaned in and claimed his lips in a very passionate heated kiss that had Bo’s knees buckling.
When they pulled back, they moved around the room, exploring more of his work as Jag asked a thousand questions. When they came upon the wall with the strapped dildos Jag stopped. He took one from the wall and inspected it then looked to him. “That’s kind of a small cock.”
Bo laughed and took the item. “This is a gag, not a strap on. And this particular one is for the novice sub or a female. This one here,” Bo said as he put the first one down and took a larger one from the wall and handed it to Jag. “Is for the more advanced and male submissives. The cock goes in the mouth and down the throat, then these straps are attached around the head. I know a few dominants that love to use this as a punishment for their boys. They make them walk around all day with that gag down their throat to help train them to take their larger cocks without gagging.”
