by Maggie Walsh
“Does that mean I can count on you to help me personally test all my pieces?” Bo asked, and Jag could hear the smile and desire in his voice.
“Hell yes. Anytime you want, baby. We’ll try them all and some more than once.”
“Fuck, mate, I’m gonna come in my pants. I need to feel your cock in me, stretching me,” Bo begged, causing Jag to groan this time. Damn, his man sounded so fucking sexy when he begged.
“I couldn’t agree more, pet. I need to feel your delicious ass wrapped around me, squeezing me. I need to fuck you fast and hard. Clothes off and get on that… what is that?” Jag asked and pointed out a padded box with four cuffs attached to the corners and a hole in the top.
Bo laughed. “The sub would kneel on the platform then put their head through the hole so their ass is pointed straight up in the air. Then the Dom can cuff them so they can’t move and climb up there, standing over them, and piledrive into a nice hot ass or pussy. That one I specially made for one of the alpha’s down in the Southern Packs and his male omega sub. He can’t wait to get his hands on it and put his boy to the test,” Bo replied as he stripped his clothes and placed them on the workbench.
“Damn that’s hot. Not sure we want to go there today though. Pick a bench, pet and bend over. I want in that ass now,” Jag commanded as he popped the cap on a bottle of lube that sat on the bench and poured some into his palm, then fisted his cock and started to stroke himself. His eyes stayed focused on his beautiful pet as Bo looked over all the furniture that Blu had set up for him overnight. He could just imagine the little cutie having a laugh over all this stuff and trying to figure out how to use it all.
Bo walked over to a padded sawhorse with knee planks on the side and climbed on, kneeling on the outer planks then he bent over the larger pad and gripped the front legs. Bo’s ass was in full view now, his cock hanging heavy between his legs and all those piercings sparkling in the light.
Fuck, Jag needed to get in that hole in the worst way.
Jag moved in behind his baby and ran a hand over one of his muscled globes, then smacked it causing Bo to buck and cry out. Jag pressed one of the slick fingers to his mate’s ass and circled the puckered star, then pushed into Bo’s heat. After a few strokes Jag slapped Bo’s ass again, loving the pink hue and the way that ass bounced a bit.
Noise behind him caught Jag’s attention, but he only smiled and ignored it. He knew what he would find and the thought thrilled him. Sliding a second finger into his man, Jag scissored his fingers, stretching his mate to take his large cock. Jag was aware that as true mates they no longer needed lube, all he had to do was lick across Bo’s tight hole and it would kick his natural lubrication into gear, but there were others there that had no idea about that fun fact…yet. He also knew he was very well gifted in the cock department, most Tundra wolves were. Their breed was not only very sexual, dominant, and submissive, but the gods blessed their more dominant wolves with more than average cocks. It was part of being a wolf. Jag had only tried one human lover in his whole life when he went into the lower forty-eight to visit a grey wolf pack for Ridge, and there was no way his cock would fit in the guy without tearing him up. Even some wolf lovers couldn’t handle his size, but he knew Bo could not only take it, but craved it and he didn’t want to hurt Bo when he entered him. His baby loved his big cock and knew exactly what to do with it.
As he went through those thoughts, Jag continued to stretch Bo, loving the moans and noises his mate was making and the way Bo was writhing against the bench. His body moved so sensually, like a dancer or feline.
He heard a few mumbled moans and whispers but paid them no attention. His baby was the only one Jag was focused on. Bo and his needs and making sure his pet didn’t have any pain. When four fingers thrust freely, Jag gave Bo’s ass another spank and pulled his fingers free at the same time, knowing the sensations it would bring his mate. Bo cried out again, his head rising from the pad with his eyes closed and mouth open. His pet was one sexy fuck.
Jag stepped closer and grabbed Bo’s hips as he lined up his cock with Bo’s hole, then pushed forward. When the outer ring gave and he slipped in, Jag clenched his jaw and filled his man. Bo cried out again, “Fuck, yes! Gods, you’re so damn big. So fucking good, Master. Fuck me. Own me.”
Bloody hell, if Bo kept that up this was going to be over way too soon. Jag tightened his hold on Bo’s hips and pulled back, then slowly slid back in. After two more strokes and Bo’s moans of pleasure, Jag needed to fuck and fuck hard. When he slid out again, Jag immediately rammed himself back into Bo going deep, his thighs slapping against Bo’s ass and the sound echoing through the room. He began a punishing pace and fucked his man with abandon, getting lost in the pleasure of joining his body with his mate.
Harder and faster he fucked Bo, and the table began to shake and slide across the floor. He held onto Bo, so he wouldn’t get away and fucked him harder. Jag heard a familiar voice behind him gasp and say, “No,” and knew Blu had gotten Erno there to witness him and his true mate together. Erno whimpered and cried, and Jag wanted to feel bad for the little wolf, but after the stunt Erno had pulled the night before, he just didn’t have it in him in the moment, especially when he was balls deep in the best ass on the planet, and Bo was flexing his rectal muscles, gripping him tight.
When Bo started screaming out his pleasure, Jag couldn’t hold off anymore. He leaned over Bo’s back and struck, biting his mate on his mating mark and drank Bo’s lifeforce, taking his mate into him.
“Yes, Master! So fucking big, so full. Fill me with your seed, my mate. Gods, yes. Take me, mate. Fuck me hard and take your pleasure from me. I belong to you and no one else!” Bo cried out, filling Jag with pride.
He released Bo’s neck and licked across the bite, then thrust harder as he cried out his own pleasure and promised, “That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Fuck me with that amazing ass. Take everything I give you, my true mate, my love. You are mine, Bo, and I am yours, forever. I love you and only you for eternity.”
Thrusting in one last time, Jag’s orgasm exploded out of him and he held still, body taut, pressed against Bo’s ass while he filled his mate with his seed.
“Damn that was fucking hot,” someone said, and at the same time he and Bo both looked back over their shoulders to see the crowd of people watching them. Ridge and Caleb stood in the back, both smiling like the cats that ate the canary, TJ and Mason stood beside them, with Blu and Erno on the other side. Blu was smiling from ear to ear, but Erno looked heartbroken as tears ran down his cheeks. There were another twenty members of the pack standing there, some rubbing the bulges in their pants as others fanned themselves.
Jag smiled at them, but stayed buried in his mate as he said, “I didn't know we were selling tickets.”
Blu chuckled, and replied, “We didn't know we were coming for a show. I gathered everyone who wanted to help Bo set up his shop and welcome our new true beta mate into the pack.” Blu winked.
“Great, can you give us a minute?” Jag asked.
“Take your time, we’ll wait outside. Let’s go everyone,” Ridge said and everyone turned, following their alpha’s orders.
Once they were all gone, Jag slid from his mate’s body, then helped Bo to stand and wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed him. When they broke the kiss, Bo gave him a knowing smile.
“You planned that.”
Jag faked shock as he sputtered, “Who me? I would never.” But he couldn’t hold back the proud smile.
Bo chuckled and snuggled against his chest. “You’re the best mate ever. Thank you for that.”
Jag tightened his hold on his mate and kissed his head. “What did I do?”
“You just claimed me in front of some of the pack, but didn't dominate over me. You declared your love for me and told everyone that we belong to each other. In their eyes you made us equal partners in this relationship but made it clear that I was yours and you were mine.”
“That’s because it’s tru
e, baby. We belong to each other and this is an equal partnership, but in the bedroom I will take what I will from you, and love and respect your submission. You are now my everything, Bo, and you and your happiness is the most important thing in my world.”
Bo sniffled and Jag looked down to see tears in his mate’s eyes. He was about to ask what he did wrong when Bo smiled and said, “Thank you. That’s how I feel about you too, mate. You mean everything to me. And it didn't go against my notice that our little bed-bunny Erno was in attendance.”
Jag gave him a mischievous smile and wiggled his brow. “What can I say? Now it doesn’t matter what Erno says to anyone. The gossip mill is already on overdrive from our little adventure here, and everyone will say how the alpha and his true mate were in attendance and witnessed my claiming you and declaring myself to you. Now no one in the pack will have any misconceptions of who I belong to and who owns my heart. They now all know that you are my true mate, and no one better try to mess with you or disrespect you.”
“Now I feel like I can settle in here and we can begin our life together.”
“Good, then it was all worth it. I’ll have to thank Blu for all his help,” Jag said happily, and Bo burst out laughing.
“That man is a powerhouse. Thank gods for Blu,” Bo replied.
“You knew they were there too, didn’t you?” Jag asked.
Bo chuckled again and kissed his chin, then cuddled into his chest again and whispered, “Yeah, I heard them come in and scented Ridge and Caleb first.”
“I have the best mate ever,” Jag declared.
“See, now I thought I had the best mate ever.”
CHAPTER 12
“Come on in you two. Close the door, we need to talk,” Ridge said, as Jag and Bo stepped into Ridge’s office.
They did as he asked, then walked across the room and sat on the couch opposite where Ridge sat beside Caleb, the two giving them weird smiles. Jag sat and pulled Bo down beside him, pressed against his side, then slid an arm over his shoulders. “Okay, so what’s this about, Ridge?” Jag asked.
“Now that you two are fully mated and settling in, there’s something very important we need to discuss,” Ridge replied.
“Okay, shoot,” Jag replied.
Ridge gave Caleb a look, then turned back to them and his eyes got serious. “What I need to tell you two is very important and must be kept a secret,” Ridge began. “I know Dell spoke to you and gave you some of this information, especially as it pertained to true mating’s, but I wanted to be the one who discussed the rest with you.”
“Okay, man, so what’s going on?” Jag asked, as he sat back into the couch.
“First let me say that what I am about to tell you has rules that must be followed, or there can be very dire repercussions. You’ve already given your solemn oath to Dell, so technically you are both bound to your word, but when I’m done I will insist that you both take the official oath. And before either of you argue the point, when I’m done, I know you will want to do it.”
“Dell said something about a blood promise,” Bo said, as he looked between Ridge and Caleb.
“Yes. It is a blood promise to our gods, and if broken by either of you, your bond will be broken and can never be reformed,” Caleb replied.
Jag and Bo both gasped at Caleb’s words. How could a true mate bond be broken? And why would the gods do that? Finding a true mate had become almost impossible for all paranormal creatures, but now here Jag sat, with his Bo beside him and Ridge and Caleb, who were also true mates, which meant even though rare, finding a mate was still possible.
Ridge sat forward and placed his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands. “This is very serious and I need you both to hear every word I say. This goes back to the dawn of time, right to the very beginning. It is our true history that is passed down from one generation to the next, but only the alphas or leaders are taught this and are sworn to secrecy until the time comes to share it with only the few who are chosen. Once we are called in by our fathers, we all have to make the blood promise before we’re told, then we spend years studying the old scripts and history books.”
“And you and Dell have both done this?” Jag asked.
Ridge gave him a small smile. “Yes. My father’s first told me about it when I turned eighteen and I have been studying since. So has Dell, and he and I have had many discussions over the years about it all,” Ridge replied, then sighed heavily before he continued, “It’s called The Reckoning. As you know each paranormal and human alike worship or answer to their god or gods. What most don’t know, or probably don’t even consider, is that all the gods work together.
They create everything and rule over it all. Our gods, the gods of the wolves, Jumala and Akka watch over us and rule our kind. They along with the other gods and deities had great hope for this earth, but they have had their own battles over the years for the fate of us all. The gods have fought many battles with evil ones who have spent all time trying to rip apart what the gods have created. Over the last few millennia they have watched as more of the evil has spread over the planet and more of its creatures, human and paranormal alike have fallen to that evil.
“When they saw the direction things were going after some of the largest wars to be fought on earth, like the Persians, the Romans, and the Egyptians, just to name a few, the gods knew that evil was winning and would continue to spread. That is when they came up with The Reckoning.
It is a way for them to purge the planet and defeat all evil in one swoop. Each god had to come up with a plan to save some of their kind from the purge, so that life could go on. It is written that when The Reckoning comes, only about two percent of the world's population will survive.”
“Holy shit!” Bo gasped.
“So, what, the gods are starting over?” Jag asked.
“Essentially yes. The hatred and evil of this world has become out of hand and not even the gods themselves can save it now. If we are all left to our own devices, it will explode and most likely destroy the earth, killing us all. The only question is when will that powder keg blow and how would each god save some of their followers to keep life going? There have been many signs over the course of history of the end coming, and these days the signs have never been more clear. Turn on the news, look at social media. It’s all around us and building faster and faster with each passing year. Then we noticed the first signs of The Reckoning as it has been written in our history. Caleb’s and my fathers were some of the few who first recognized the signs. They along with other paranormal leaders, who also saw the signs, started taking steps to try to help our kind who would be left behind after the purge. Like the joining of our two packs, making us bigger and stronger, more able to take care of who was left alive. It’s the biggest reason why our fathers fought so hard for our packs to join forces. With the wealth of the Heart pack and the numbers and strength of the York pack we could still be a strong force when it’s all over.”
“What exactly does that mean?” Bo asked.
“If our packs are separate and the purge comes, with the two of you, we now have only four of us who will survive the purge and no one in the York pack. If other breeds around us have more members that survive, who knows what we would face. By becoming allies and joining our packs it was the hope of our fathers that it would give us more of a chance for our kind to find their true mates. It is one of the first signs that The Reckoning is coming. You both know how hard it has been for centuries for paranormals to find their true mates. That has been because our gods Jumala and Akka have been so busy, along with the other gods in trying to defeat evil, that their focus was there and not on us finding our other halves. History states that the first sign for paranormals would be that mates would begin to find one another again. My fathers were some of the first, but even after them, true mating’s were still rare—until I scented Caleb upon his birth,” Ridge declared.
“What? What do you mean, Ridge?” Jag asked.
“Until I scented Cal
eb that day, we can actually count how many true mating’s there were in all breeds of paranormals around the planet. With my fathers, there were two hundred and seven. Extremely rare. But from the moment Caleb was born and I could scent him as my mate, even though he wasn’t twenty-five and his wolf not yet fully formed, there are now over eight hundred cases of true mates being found. Each day more and more are being reported. Our fathers, along with those other leaders who first noticed the signs, created a separate, secret group, unknown to our council, to keep track of all of this and to specifically look for other signs. Not all factions have been blessed with finding true mates yet, but it is starting to spread,” Ridge explained.
Caleb took one of Ridge’s hands and gave him a loving smile, then turned to them and said, “It started with the leaders. Those whose parents were true mates, like Ridge’s dads.”
“But Ridge was born of a female, so how did that work?” Bo asked.
“Good question, mate,” and one that had also crossed Jag’s mind.
“True, but we have come to find out that even Ridge’s birth mother was mated to her true mate at the time she became pregnant with Ridge. His alpha father Hiram was the one who donated the sperm for his conception and his birth mother was an alpha female, so we think that may have something to do with him being able to scent me when I was born, the strength of two true mated alphas. But either way, the first true mating’s being recorded over the span of my life, have all been leaders born of true mates,” Caleb answered.
“But then things started changing and another sign came. Over the past five years there are reports of others, not born of true mates, finding their true mates. Like the both of you,” Ridge added.
“So what does that have to do with this Reckoning?” Jag asked, completely enthralled with what he was hearing.
“Those who are lucky enough to find their true mates and claim one another will be the paranormals who survive the purge and continue our lifeline,” Ridge announced.
