The Reckoning (Tundra Wolves Book 2)

by Maggie Walsh

  “So the omega knows how to shoot, hunt, and fish too, very impressive.”

  Bo turned and headed back out to the main room as he said, “Yeah, don’t let the cute little omega act fool you. Marlo’s a pretty good shot with a crossbow. I once saw him take out a chipmunk from fifty yards. Nailed that bugger right between the eyes too, clean kill.”

  “Wow, now that is impressive,” Jag said, then gently took Bo’s elbow, led him over to the couch and sat as he motioned for Bo to do the same. Once he had, Jag took one of his hands and their gazes met. “Why are you so nervous around me all of a sudden, babe? Normally you’re a confident little shit with an air of fuck you, I’m hot and I know it swirling around you. I find it very sexy.”

  Bo smiled as he shook his head, then answered honestly, “I don’t know. Ever since you got here and I saw you again, something inside me has shifted and I don’t understand it. It’s really confusing me and pissing me off at the same time. Normally I am a confident little shit as you put it and very proud of that, but now...”

  “Now what?” Jag encouraged.

  Bo blew out a breath. He didn’t want to say it out loud and make it so, but he didn’t want to start out their mating with lies. “This isn’t easy. Look, I’ve spent my life being the tough guy, because I had to. Being raised a delta in the York pack meant training and lots of it. As you know we’re very well-trained here and expected to be fierce, so when a battle comes to our door we can stand and fight, so that we would win and protect what’s ours. Because of that and my delta genes it’s just natural that I walk around with a certain swagger and an I’m gonna rock your world attitude.

  You know us deltas are known for it.”

  Jag smirked. “As well as other things,” he teased.

  Bo chuckled. “Yes, as well as fucking everything we can and bragging about it. Well, that’s who I am. Who I’ve always been, but since that night with you…” Bo stopped, a little ashamed and embarrassed to go on.

  “What, beautiful Bo? What happened that night that changed things for you? Because, I must say, it was the most incredible night of my life and I want to relive it over and over again. Was it because I let you fuck me and that was too much of a surprise for you?”

  Bo’s eyes went wide and he smiled. “Hell, no. That was amazing. Yes, I was shocked, but you proved you were a man of your word. Although even though you let me inside your body, you still mastered me and fucked me, not the other way around.”

  Jag nodded in understanding as he replied, “Ah, now I get it. It’s the mastering part. As you know I am a beta and that is who I am. I can’t help it any more than you can help being a delta. As a beta I need to dominate, it’s who I am. Now, besides you, I have only had two other cocks in my ass, and on those occasions they were both alphas, so as the less dominant in that situation, I had to submit. And before you ask, no it wasn’t Ridge. Like you are with Dell and Caleb, that’s me, Ridge, TJ, Blu, and Mason. We’re brothers and best friends. Both of my experiences were while traveling to the southern packs for my alpha on business. But, let me tell you something, I’m pretty sure what you’re feeling and stressing about is what I did the first time I was with an alpha. I’m so used to being the one in control, the dominant one, that submitting went against everything that I am, or so I thought. I struggled with it too. However, as Ridge explained to me when I told him what was happening with me, it was instinctual for all wolves no matter where they stood in the pack hierarchy to submit to an alpha. What I did was not going against who I am or who I have always been, it’s just built into us to submit to a more powerful wolf. Now, let me ask you this. I’m assuming you talk with Doms all over the world from many walks of life, and what is the one thing they tell you about their subs?”

  “That they completely give themselves to their dominant.”

  “Yes. They completely give themselves to their dominant. They choose. The sub gives that gift to their dominant. The sub is the one who is truly in control. A submissive has all the power. If you say no, or in the human world use a safeword, everything stops, right?”

  Bo’s brows drew down as he gave Jag a duh look. “Of course. That’s the first rule in a human BDSM relationship. If a sub uses their safeword everything ends. And in our world I would never force a more submissive partner to do things they didn’t want to do, or ignore their wishes if they wanted to stop. Dell would kick my ass if he found out I did that.”

  “Exactly. The sub has all the power. He gifts his dominant with his submission and trusts his Dom to take care of him and all his needs. If a Dom disrespects that trust, then they are not a Dom at all and don’t deserve to have a submissive. We may not have a safeword in our world, because it is just who we are to live these roles, but if a more dominant wolf ever disrespects the trust given to him by his submissive, then the alpha will beat the dominant wolf half to death and make him spend time with an even more dominant male, so that he may be taught the proper respect. You’re struggling, because you enjoyed submitting fully to me and that confuses you, because up until now, you’ve mainly had lovers who were more submissive than you. But again, let me ask you something. Did you enjoy giving yourself and your control to me?”

  Bo bit the inside of his cheek to try to stop the smile but it was useless and Jag caught it anyway and smiled bright. “What we will have together is what will work for us and no one else. It is also nobody else's business. And you know in our world no one will have a problem with our roles, so together we will explore what works for us and I say we both just enjoy the ride,” Jag said confidently, then leaned in and captured Bo’s lips again in a hot, demanding kiss.

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  Jag couldn’t believe how fucking lucky he was or how much the gods smiled down on him to allow him to find his true one. Bo was everything he could have ever asked for and more. He was smart as hell, funny, and also a wise ass, and the man was very talented in his creations. All the things Bo had shown him in Bo’s workroom and all the designs he created were just amazing and filled Jag with pride that Bo would be his.

  And Bo was one sexy as hell man. His body was sculpted to perfection with well-toned muscles and delicious ridges that Jag just wanted to run his tongue against. Then there was Bo’s ass, which was a thing of beauty. It had a slight bubble to it, but was equally hard with the rest of his muscles. Then, there was the man himself. Bo was a fierce enforcer for his pack who could fight with the best of them, and Jag had come to find his mate was well skilled in hunting, fishing, crossbow, archery, and even weapons.

  After their conversation the previous day they had gone out and done all those things, but then Bo surprised him when he grabbed a Kata stick from the shed and began doing a workout. Jag had sat in awe just staring at all of Bo’s flexing muscles and the dragon tattoo dancing with each move as Bo went through all the motions smoothly, like a well-practiced expert. Bo glistened in the lowering sun from the sweat that covered his body and Jag had the urge to lick him from head to toe, but he fought the urge and continued to watch his soon to be mate show off his mad skills. Bo, along with Caleb could teach him and his pack a lot and help to bring his enforcers and warriors up in their game. Jag couldn’t wait to get back home with his new mate and begin their life together.

  When he woke up this morning, Jag’s senses were filled with the sweet aroma of oranges and mahogany and Jag had no idea where the delicious scent was coming from. He had sat up in bed and drew in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closing from the delight the scent brought him, then his wolf awoke and began howling and clawing to get out. That was when it dawned on him that Bo had become who he was. Bo’s wolf was now complete in who Bo would be, and that amazing smell was the scent of his mate.

  Jag had immediately sprung from the bed in just his boxers and ran from the room, following his nose, then stopped short when he entered the kitchen and found Bo standing by the stove cooking breakfast. It was only then that the smell of freshly brewed coffee, bacon, sausage, eggs, home
fries, and pan fried steak assaulted him and Jag’s stomach grumbled.

  Bo looked over his shoulder and gave him a smile and Jag knew in that moment he would devote his life to this man. He would do everything to make Bo happy for the rest of their days and cherish his heart, mind, body, and soul. Bo was now his everything, his top priority and Jag couldn’t wait to have the man kneel at his feet.

  He would always respect Bo’s submission to him and honor all of Bo’s sides, including the sensual scent of gamma that now rolled off the man under his delta scent. Jag smiled with glee to find out that the gods had given him the perfect mate. A delta who loved sex and could keep up with Jag’s own heavy sex drive, but also a gamma who would be compelled to submit to Jag’s every desire in the bedroom.

  That didn’t mean Bo would be a pushover, and their lives outside the playroom and bedroom would be more like Ridge and Caleb’s, where they were equal partners. The thought of training with Bo and working alongside him was thrilling, but to be able to take his man into their room and pleasure him until he screamed as Bo gave him his total submission had Jag’s cock throbbing and in need to fuck.

  His wolf growled and surprised even him when the sound escaped his lips. Bo stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and looked back over his shoulder at him and smiled again. “Do you think we could manage to eat this food first before your wolf chases me through the woods? I think we both may need all these calories to get through the day.”

  Jag tried to control himself as he absently went to one of the chairs at the kitchen table and sat, his gaze never leaving the sexy man in front of him who stood with just a pair of sleep pants on hanging low on his hips, Bo’s amazing muscular back with the dragon tattoo on full display.

  Jag watched, mesmerized as Bo moved around, shifting things to plates. His rounded shoulders flexing and relaxing as his lat and trap muscles bulged and moved freely, his dragon shifting and stretching with every move. The sight was hard on inducing, making his already rock-hard shaft begin to leak.

  He still had no idea how he managed to eat everything on his plate and made it through their meal without jumping on his mate, but Jag had, and now he stood in his wolf form in the forest surrounding the cabin, his nose in the air scenting for that delicious scent of oranges and mahogany. The smell of his true mate.

  Jag had followed it around to the rear of the property, then into the trees for about a mile before the scent doubled back going toward the lake. Jag took off at top speed, thrilled by the chase. His heart pounded in his chest as the excitement of catching his prey increased. As Jag stepped out from the tree line he caught sight of a tail slipping behind the shed by the lake.

  He slowed his pace, stalking his prey and quietly advanced. As Jag moved around the shed, he found Bo’s wolf standing there facing off against him, teeth bared in a snarl as a low, menacing growl rumbled from inside, ears pressed back against his head, chest down, ass and tail up and ready to strike.

  Jag’s wolf moved closer, baring his teeth and giving a warning growl for the smaller wolf to submit, but Bo only took a few steps back and released his own warning growl. The sound was sexy and increased his need to dominate. Jag lifted his lip, baring his teeth further, and growled low and deep, then he pounced.

  At first Bo’s wolf remained still facing off against him, yet at the last second he sprang to the right to get away, but Jag was expecting it. He lifted his front legs off the ground as he jumped and came down over the smaller wolf. Bo’s wolf scratched at the earth and pushed against him, trying to buck Jag’s wolf off, but his wolf bit down on the back of Bo’s wolf’s neck and released a menacing growl in warning for submission.

  Bo’s wolf fought him for another few minutes, but Jag’s larger wolf held on, pressing the smaller wolf down and giving more pressure to his bite, although not enough to break flesh. Suddenly, the wolf below him relaxed and dropped onto his belly on the ground, lowered his head and let out a soft whine. Jag knew it was time. His mate’s wolf was submitting to his own wolf. The time had come for them to begin the claiming ritual.

  Jag’s wolf released his hold on Bo’s wolf’s neck and slowly moved back until he was clear of the smaller wolf. The delta/gamma rolled over, exposing his belly and whined. Jag’s wolf moved over Bo’s and wrapped his jaws around the other wolf's throat but didn’t bite down. He just put pressure there, telling the smaller wolf that he accepted his submission.

  He released the throat and again stepped back. Immediately the smaller wolf rolled and stood on all fours, then lowered his chest to the ground and pushed his ass high in the air and lifted his tail, inviting Jag’s wolf to take him. Bo’s wolf was freely submitting to Jag’s wolf and the excitement in Jag exploded. His vision went amber and his canines itched. Jag’s wolf moved forward and circled the smaller wolf, sniffing him until he was once again standing behind him.

  Jag’s wolf moved in and ran its tongue over the smaller wolf's hole, stimulating the nerve that Dell had told him would signal Bo’s wolf's body to begin secreting a lube that would make him prepared for Jag’s wolf's cock. After the second lick, he could smell the sweet substance begin to flow, and Jag knew his wolf couldn’t wait anymore.

  The beast reared up on its hind legs and placed its paws on the smaller wolf’s back, then moved closer. The tip of the wolf’s cock pressed against the smaller wolf's hole and pressed in, going deep in one thrust. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before and he and his wolf got lost in the euphoria. The smaller wolf’s silken cavern wrapped around his cock tightly and his wolf growled.

  Jag’s wolf began a pounding pace, not being able to control himself now that its mate was there and submitting to him fully. The beast howled his claiming, letting anyone within earshot know that he had claimed his mate and for all those to stay back, or death would come to them.

  Faster and faster the wolf drove into his mate and the smaller wolf writhed and whined beneath him, releasing small yips and growls of pleasure. Jag’s wolf lay across the smaller wolf’s back, driving him to the ground, then let his full weight press against him. It was strange, but exciting at the same time, and Jag thought of all the delicious ways he wanted to claim his mate in human form.

  A burning desire built inside Jag as lights flashed behind his eyes and the need to bite drove him on. His wolf licked the side of Bo’s wolf’s face, then wrapped his jaws around the back of its neck and bit down, just as he reached his crescendo and fell over into the abyss of orgasm.

  Something inside him gripped his heart and Jag was overcome with the swelling emotions.

  Everything inside him was being controlled by his beast and he felt feral and animalist, rutting against the smaller wolf. The taste of his mate’s blood coating his tongue at the same time as his mate’s body convulsed around him and his wolf filling Bo’s with his seed, was a euphoria he had never even imagined was possible. When the wave of bliss began to ebb, Jag’s wolf released the other wolf’s neck and licked at the bite, closing the wound.

  Carefully Jag’s wolf moved back but stayed within the smaller wolf’s body, then rolled to his side taking the smaller wolf with him. They lay pressed together, panting, when Jag felt the base of his cock tingle and begin to bulge. The knot formed and he felt small tendrils, like fingers reach out from around the knot and attach themselves to the walls of Bo’s wolf’s hole. A whole new wave of pleasure hit and the wolf began to thrust again. Slow, steady jabs this time and the smaller wolf whined softly. His wolf had done it. He had claimed his mate. Now it would be Jag’s turn and he and Bo would complete their bond.

  CHAPTER 8

  Bo had never felt anything like what had happened out in the woods with his and Jag’s wolves before in his life. He didn’t even know that level of pleasure was possible. When his wolf submitted to Jag’s larger more dominant wolf, something inside him snapped into place and all Bo wanted to do was please his man. The desire to submit to Jag fully, completely, forever, became a driving force that he thought would shock
or scare him, but it hadn’t. It felt more real than anything he had ever felt before in his life. In that moment when Jag’s wolf dominated him, pressing his wolf to the ground and began to rut, then bite, Bo knew his place in the world. He knew where he belonged and he was at peace with it. He was meant to stand by his mate’s side and be anything his mate wanted him to be. Give everything his mate wanted. He was to fulfill his dominant’s every desire, no matter what they were, and Bo knew his Jag would give him the same in return.

  Everything became crystal clear in that moment and he knew they had both sealed their fates in their relationship. Jag would dominate him and bring him a life of passion and Bo would submit freely, giving his mate peace. His submission would be the outlet his mate needed to control himself and his wolf in their normal everyday lives. The gift of his submission that he gave to Jag without hesitation would gain him Jag’s complete devotion and loyalty, in that their bond would be strong and unbreakable. They would walk in this life together, giving of themselves to each other and they would be happy.

  Bo didn’t know how he suddenly knew all of this, he just did, but it was more than knowing it.

  He felt it all right to his bones, to his heart, and to his soul, and he couldn’t wait for Jag to take him and claim him in their human forms.

  Bo had been wiped out from not sleeping too well through the night, worried about what was to come and the change his body would go through overnight. Then he had gotten up early and gone for a run in human form, only to return still with too much nervous energy, so had begun to prepare himself and his mate a feast to start their day. He knew they would need the calories, but it also helped to quiet his mind.

  Then the chase through the woods had been exhilarating. Running from the larger, more dominant wolf let him connect to his now fully-formed wolf, both the delta and gamma sides, and Bo finally felt whole. There was no longer something missing—that something which had been just out of his reach that he couldn’t see, hear, or feel.