by Maggie Walsh
Bo smirked thinking of the little spitfire. “I really do like him. Reminds me of a mix of Marlo, Nelo, and Alex with a little Jude mixed in.”
Caleb burst out laughing. “Yes! That’s it. Shit, it was driving me crazy. I kept thinking he reminded me of someone like Marlo with all his wicked organizational skills, but it’s more. You pegged that perfectly.”
They both laughed for a few minutes, then calmed down and Bo looked to his best friend. “I’m not mad at Jag. The lives we lived before finding one another is the past and has no bearing on now. It’s what we do from the moment we accepted one another and claimed each other. I’m humiliated that you all saw what you did.”
Caleb’s eyes went wide as he gasped, “What? Why?”
“Because, I just got here, man. My mate and I have been mated for a week and I walk into my new home and there’s some naked twink on what was supposed to be my bed. Mine and my mate’s bed. Honestly, all I wanted to do was to get him out of there before anyone saw him and it looked bad for Jag. Then, I had flashes in my mind of my mate on that bed with previous lovers. That’s when you all ran up. I was afraid for my mate and his standing in the pack, and ashamed for…”
“Feeling hurt with the pictures running in your head of your mate with others?” Caleb softly asked.
“Yeah,” Bo said with a sigh. “Like I said, I know he had a life before me and if he fucked a thousand guys it honestly doesn’t bother me. It was before me. He was single and free to do who and what he wanted, just like I did. But, seeing an ex-lover right there in the flesh, literally, offering up his ass was just... too much for the moment, you know? Plus, I’m a little strung tight right now from everything's that’s happened over the past week, and everything I still have to do. I’m exhausted, man. I mean, like, really exhausted, and all I wanted was to take a goddamn nap with my mate and try to feel connected to my new pack and my new home.”
“You needed me to help ground you,” Jag said, and Bo spun around in his seat to find his mate standing a few feet away with Ridge, both looking apprehensively at him.
CHAPTER 11
Ridge shifted his gaze over Bo’s shoulder and smiled, then held out his hand. “Come on, mate, let’s give them some space.”
Caleb got up and placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze before releasing him and going to his mate. They held hands as they turned and headed inside. Jag cautiously walked closer, then slid into the seat beside Bo, the whole time staring into his eyes. He could see the deep worry in Jag’s gaze and it killed him. He didn’t want his mate being stressed over any of this, least of all over him being affected by it, so Bo decided to put his mate out of his misery right away.
“I’m not mad at you, Jag. None of that was your fault and you have nothing to be sorry for.”
“But I just froze. I didn’t yell at Erno to get lost, or try to throw him out. I just stood there and I’m sorry, baby,” Jag said solemnly.
Bo smiled as he stood and swung around, then dropped down on Jag’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. Jag’s hands instantly went to his hips and Bo wanted to moan his pleasure of having his mate’s hands on him. “As I said, you have nothing to be sorry for. I could feel your anger, love. I knew your wolf had jumped to the surface and was beating to get out.”
Jag’s brows rose. “You could feel that?”
Bo smirked. “Yes. And I think you could feel what I was feeling too.”
Jag returned the smile as he reached a hand up and cupped his cheek. “I did. I could feel your shame, baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It was definitely not your fault to have Erno there. But I will tell you―”
Bo leaned forward and kissed Jag’s lips, stopping him. Jag didn’t owe him an explanation for Erno and when he broke the kiss he told him so. “That was your past, mate, and has no bearing here unless you have feelings for that guy, then we have a problem.”
Jag ran his hands up Bo’s back to his shoulders, then back down and Bo did moan. He loved his mate’s hands. “I don’t have any feelings like that for anyone but you, my mate. My true mate. I do love Ridge, Mason, TJ, Blu, and Caleb, but like brothers. Only you own my heart, mate.”
Bo’s heart filled from hearing the words. No, it wasn’t those three little words, it was so much more. You own my heart. There was the I love you, all gift wrapped with, “Only you and nobody else.”
“I love you too, mate,” Bo confessed, and was gifted with a brilliant, blinding smile from his man.
“I really do love you, Bo, and I’m so glad you know it,” Jag replied, then pulled him in for another kiss. This one wasn’t hard and claiming, but soft and gentle and full of all the love Jag felt for him. The kiss was the most overwhelming one he had ever had in his life and filled him with happiness.
Once they pulled back, Jag rested his forehead to Bo’s and closed his eyes. “I’m still sorry I didn’t do anything. My wolf was so out of control and I was really fighting him back. I lost control of him, mate. Something that has never happened before and it scared the fuck out of me.
Thanks to Ridge and TJ, they tackled me to the floor and held him back until we calmed down and I could regain control. It’s because of you, baby. He felt that you were in danger in some way and wouldn’t accept that. As much as it scared me, I can’t be angry with him, or blame him.
As far as the wolf is concerned, he was defending your honor and demanding you be shown respect.”
Bo sighed, and closed his own eyes as he ran his hands up Jag’s arms and over his shoulders.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that and lost control of your beast. I can only imagine how scary that was. I’m glad that your friends could help you though. Look, mate, I know this wasn’t ideal for your welcome home and my entrance into the pack, but we had nothing to do with it and walked into a situation blindly. Why don’t we just try to move past this and try to salvage some of this night. I’m sure this TJ guy has dinner just about ready.”
“You’re amazing, you know that, right? Best mate ever. How about we change a few things tonight from the original plan and tomorrow when we wake up we make that your entrance into the pack?”
Bo pulled back and smiled. “Oh yeah? And what do you propose?”
Jag smiled and kissed him as he slid his hands down Bo’s back and cupped his ass. “I say we go grab one of the guest rooms and have TJ bring us a tray for dinner and we can eat in the room alone. Then, a nice long hot bath, and bed. We’re both exhausted and could use some much-needed sleep. Then in the morning, we’ll join the others for breakfast and I’ll introduce you to TJ and Mason. After that we’ll head over to your workshop and take a look around, make a list of what needs to be done, then I’ll give you a tour of the house and the pack. How does that sound?”
“Perfect. Oh, and you weren’t kidding. This courtyard is stunning. I think I’m going to spend a lot of time in here, especially during the Dark Season.”
“Hmm, we can come out here and lie on a float in the pool and look up at the stars, then make love as we float around,” Jag said in a husky voice, then nipped Bo’s throat making him moan.
Bo dropped his head back giving Jag more room. “Fuck that sounds good. I have one question though.”
“Shoot, “Jag said, against his flesh as he licked and nibbled his way up Bo’s neck.
“When does the claiming before the pack come?”
Jag pulled back and looked into his eyes. “There is no official claiming in front of the pack, you know?”
Bo smirked. “I know, but as you know it is something that is done. Not officially, but it is done to show the pack who our mate belongs to. As alpha, didn’t Ridge fuck Caleb in front of everyone?”
Jag burst out laughing. “Yeah, that’s not happening. Yes, Ridge and Caleb did a sexy as fuck scene in front of me, TJ, Blu, and Mason as his inner circle, but Ridge has no desire to dominate Caleb in front of the pack. That doesn’t mean a few people haven’t spied them fucking around the pack a few times,
but he won’t outright do the whole domination thing over him. Why? Do you want me to do that to you?”
Bo shook his head, then nodded, then shook again and blew out a breath. “Yes and no. I mean, you know I have no damn problem with public sex, but I don’t think I can do the whole domination submission thing in front of the pack either. But, because of what Erno did, I’m thinking maybe we should do something. Especially if he’s around to witness it, sending him a clear message to stay the fuck away from what’s mine,” Bo said the last part with conviction and a growl.
“Damn, baby, that was hot. And I think you’re right. I’ll think something up,” Jag said with a wink. “As for now, let me take care of my mate in another way. Food, relaxing bath, and rest. Come on.” Jag stood, still holding Bo and carried him into the house.
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Jag was so excited he could hardly contain himself, but he forced himself to, so he didn’t give anything away to his mate. Once he got Bo into a guest room the previous night, because there was no way they were going to stay in that bed now that Erno had tarnished it, Jag had gone into the bathroom to start the bath as he left Bo in the room to look around, relax, and strip, getting ready for his bath.
While in the bathroom, he sent a quick text to Blu hoping his friend would help him out, and of course Blu answered with an all caps YES. He also said he would get some helper bees and have TJ bring in a dinner tray for the two of them in an hour, giving them time to relax in the bath.
After their bath and a quiet meal together where they sat side by side on the bed and watched ‘Die Hard’ as they both mimicked the lines in the movie, like “Yippie-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker.”, “Come out to the coast, we’ll have a few laughs…”, they cleaned up, leaving the tray outside the door as instructed by TJ, then climbed into bed and cuddled close. Bo had fallen asleep only a minute after they laid down with Jag soon following.
Now he held his mate’s hand as they walked to the kitchen to join everyone for breakfast. When they walked in, Jag chuckled when he saw Caleb straddling Ridge’s lap, his hips grinding into Ridge as Ridge cupped his mate’s ass and devoured his mouth.
Bo chuckled from beside him and when Jag looked at his mate, he was thrilled to see that light back in his eyes. One of the things he loved most about Bo was that he was so full of life and had this inner light that exuded from him.
Blu sat in his usual chair and Mason in his, as TJ stood by the counter piling plates high with food. Jag showed Bo to his seat which was right beside his and they sat. Jag shot Blu a secret look and the little cutie smiled and gave him a very slight nod, then turned to Bo giving him that brilliant smile of his. “So, are you feeling more rested this morning? I hope the guest room was okay?”
Bo returned the smile as he replied, “Yeah, I feel much better, thanks, Blu. Oh, and thanks for the bed. Jag told me this morning that you had his bed thrown out and burned in the trash and a new one is on the way.”
Blu gave a little happy dance of pride in his chair. “Yup, I figured that bed was the last thing you wanted. You have no idea where that thing has been, and I’m not talking about the bed, but the skank who was on it. I know Jag’s taste and Caleb told me what you liked, so I got online last night and I think I found something you’ll love. I have it on order, but I told them not to ship it until I give the okay in case we need to switch it out. I can bring some pictures of the one I chose later to your shop,” Blu offered.
“You don’t have to go through all of that. I can come with you after breakfast first, before we head over to the garage.”
“Okay. That sounds great, thanks.”
“No, thank you, Blu, for all your help,” Bo said, giving the little man a grateful smile.
“You're very welcome. That’s what family is for. And, speaking of family, Jag?” Blu gave him a look.
“Shit, right, sorry, mate. Bo Hakala, this big guy over at the stove is TJ Dixon, our fabulous chef and all around good guy, as well as Blu’s brother. And this ass sitting across from you, staring at his phone is Mason Jarvi.”
Bo smiled and nodded at the two, saying hello and thanking TJ for the food. After that they all sat to eat, lingering a little more than normal as everyone talked to Bo and got to know him a little. Once they were done, they headed over with Blu to his office and checked out the bed he picked out for them. He and Bo had both been blown away by Blu’s choice. It was perfect.
The bed was custom made with cherrywood and was huge. It was an Ultra California King four poster bed with a high canopy fitted with an off-white sheer fabric insert. The four posts were thick and about eight feet from floor to top with handcrafted intricate designs and twists that looked like it had some gold inlay. The large headboard, smaller footboard and frame around the canopy matched, with hand carved swirls and scrolls that gave it a romantic Victorian look. The bed was big enough to hold a good eight men Ridge’s size.
While they were looking at it and Blu and Bo were teasing about how Bo could work with that to add a few more custom things to it, Jag realized it wouldn’t go with anything else he had in the room. So they spent some time looking through the matching dresser sets, nightstands, tables, a curio closet and a full length mirror, as well as a new living room set that would complement the bedroom set. They added a luxury mattress and ten sets of custom sheets and a few blankets for the thing and Jag and Bo handed Blu their credit cards.
Bo tried to argue that it was his hang-up over the soiled bed, so he would pay, but there was no way Jag was letting him do that. So, after a compromise, Jag paid for all the bedroom furniture and Bo paid for the living room furniture.
The store said it would take about two weeks to deliver everything, so Jag and Bo figured they would just stay in the guest room until it arrived. They were both actually excited about it all, gushing how in the end it had worked out better and would be perfect, because they had picked everything out together and now it would truly be their suite and not Bo fitting into Jag’s space.
It was a great way to start their life together. Jag thought maybe he should send Erno a thank you for it, but then thought better.
They made their way over to the large garage that was to now be Bo’s workshop and stood in the center as they spun around looking at all the boxes piled up. As Bo turned to the left, his brows rose when he saw some of his larger furniture pieces had already been opened and assembled, and on a nearby workbench sat some of his toys all wrapped in the safety packages, fresh and new and ready to be used.
“What’s all this?” Bo asked, and walked to the area.
“Looks like someone was getting ready to play, mate,” Jag replied, then bit his cheek to hold back the smile threatening to come out.
“But most of this just got here like two days ago. Who the hell would want to do this when I know for a fact that everyone in this pack has their own playrooms and toys in their homes? We’re freaking Tundra Wolves, it’s who we are,” Bo argued, as he placed his hands on his hips and scowled at what looked like a pillory.
“Is that a—” Jag began to ask, but Bo cut him off.
“Yup. Hot, right?” Bo replied, and wiggled his eyebrows.
Jag gave him a lascivious smile and moved in close behind him, wrapping his arms around Bo’s waist, then slid a hand down his muscled abs to his crotch and cupped his cock. The muscle jumped beneath his touch and began to grow hard. “Really fucking hot and I can’t wait for us to test that piece out for you,” he said in a deep voice, then nipped the side of Bo’s neck, causing his man to moan and press his ass back against Jag’s now hard cock.
“Oh, fuck yes. I really want you to lock me in there and fuck me,” Bo hissed.
“Maybe lock you in there and fuck you with one of those machines you showed me. Use the double stuffer maybe while I fuck your throat.”
Bo’s body convulsed against his and pressed his hard cock into Jag’s hand, silently begging for attention. “Oh, gods yes, Master. I want you to master me, mate. It’s been too lon
g and I need you.”
Jag pressed his cock against Bo’s ass and started thrusting as he licked a line up the side of his neck. “And I need you, pet. But first, I want to know what some of these other things are used for, so I know which one I want to use on you now,” Jag replied.
When Bo whimpered in answer, Jag smiled, then looked to another piece that he had no idea about. It was a chair that looked like a barstool but the seat was wider and the legs higher. Underneath, between the four legs was an open space with a plank attached to the bottom of the legs and a small pipe with threads on the end attached to the plank near the front. The barstool seat itself had a large hole in the front as well, but he could see there was a hinge on one side and a lock on the other so the front piece could swing open. “What is that used for, pet? I’ve never seen one before.”
“It’s a custom-made I designed for a client. The pipe fitting in the bottom has a choice of special dildos that can be attached. You screw one on, then the sub climbs in that space on his or her knees and impales themselves. The Dom can have the sub’s hands tied behind their backs if he wants or cuffed to the legs. That wooden piece on the front of the seat swings open and the sub puts their head in there and the Dom closes and locks it, trapping them like in the pillory. Then the Dom sits in the seat, exposed and ready for his submissive to suck his cock,” Bo explained breathlessly as he ground his ass against Jag’s cock.
He just about blew in his pants from listening to Bo tell him what the chair was for and picturing his man in the sub’s place with him sitting in the seat while Bo spent hours sucking his dick. “Fucking hell, pet, your creations are going to kill me, but what an amazing way to go.”
