by Lisa Oliver
Dante couldn’t find a hint of deceit in Pearson’s words. To think someone as powerful and strong as Pearson could say that he needed Dante - a man who had nothing - was humbling and Dante didn’t know what to say. He knew his mind was befuddled with the mate pull, but Pearson hadn’t been lying to him. The man did need him. And lord knows, Dante needed Pearson. Not because he was almost homeless. Not because he had barely eaten in weeks. Not because he didn’t have a cent to his name. Dante needed Pearson because Pearson was his mate, and as Pearson’s words rolled through his mind, Dante realized he felt the same way. Pearson was his other half. The missing piece.
But Pearson didn’t trust him. He couldn’t even get a job in his mate’s club. How in the hell were they going to have a relationship if his mate, the Alpha, thought he was the type of man who would up and kill someone for no reason? Swallowing hard, Dante did what he had to do.
“Pearson, I want you more than I can say. But this unfair kill record. I’m not good for your pack. I’m not good for you. I…”
“NO!” Pearson growled loudly. “I don’t want to hear it. I fucked up, okay. I did. I should have told you that I trusted you - with me, the job, and my pack. Because I do, damn it. I know you’re not some rogue wolf that goes off killing random people. You were doing your job. A job you were fucking brilliant at, from what I’ve heard. But none of that has anything to do with what I’m saying to you now.”
Dante knew he shouldn’t have been surprised that Pearson had checked him out. Any sensible Alpha and potential mate would do the same and for Pearson to know he’d been good at his job, meant that Pearson had to have talked to someone in his pack. Dante really wanted to know who Pearson had gotten his information from, but the man was speaking again, this time in a calmer voice.
“Dante, please. Don’t you get it? I. Need. You. Someone strong enough to stand by my side as Alpha Mate. Someone who will care for me as a person, not as the bloody Alpha. You can keep me calm. You can care for me. You will make me stronger. I just know you will. This isn’t about money, or position, power or status. This is about me as a man, wanting to be your man. Your mate. I do trust you and I want you so badly. Don’t you want me?”
His heart almost breaking at the plea in Pearson’s voice, Dante looked down at the man he was sure he would spend the rest of his life with. Pearson could have forced him. He could have pulled his Alpha rank and claimed Dante without even asking him. An archaic idea maybe, but still one that was allowed under pack law. Instead this big, powerful, beautiful man had come to him and laid out his heart, trusting Dante not to break it. There was no way in hell Dante could turn him down. He couldn’t hurt his mate.
Pearson certainly looked like he needed caring for with his rumpled shirt and bruised knuckles. Dante could see the tiredness in Pearson’s face and knew that even if the shirt and the knuckles were a con - Dante wasn’t stupid - the tiredness, his words and the need in the man’s eyes were not. But to accept meant that Dante would have to submit to Pearson and the thought of doing that made Dante positively nervous. He had admitted to himself in these three days of self-enforced exile that he would probably welcome Pearson taking his ass - not something he had ever done before. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t scared about doing so. First times were never easy for a bottom.
As if sensing his changing mood, Pearson surprised Dante by lifting him carefully and putting him on the couch. Dante’s surprise grew even larger when the man got up, sunk to his knees in front of Dante and said quietly, “Please Dante. I need you as my mate. Please, fuck me. Bite me. Claim me. All that I am, is yours.”
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Dante just stared at the wolf at his feet. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life. Submission is such a hard thing to do. It is the ultimate gift one person can give another. A gift that is only given freely to someone who is trusted.
Dante felt the blood coursing through his body, most of it landing in his cock that was throbbing and leaking in his sweats. His wolf surged to the surface, pleased, proud and cocky with the show of dominance a stronger wolf had given him. Whatever doubts Dante might have had were swept away in a tidal wave of emotion. Pearson was totally gorgeous as a man, all powerful as an Alpha, and plain fucking amazing in his submission.
The control on his libido close to snapping, Dante slid off the couch and wrapped his arms around the man he planned to claim. Pearson raised his head and watched him closely, but did nothing. He was waiting. Waiting for Dante to take what he wanted. And Dante wanted Pearson with every fiber of his being. His heart was pounding, his lungs were bursting and Dante’s skin felt tingly all over. With one last look into Pearson’s eyes, Dante moved closer and slowly, oh so slowly, bought his lips to touch Pearson’s. As their lips met for the first time, Dante moaned. It was fucking perfect.
Chapter Six
Pearson felt his body sag in relief when Dante sank down in front of him and took him in his arms. It had taken an awful lot for Pearson to kneel. He didn’t kneel for anyone. But he knew, from Dante’s resistance to the words that he’d said, that actions honestly did mean more than words. That didn’t mean he wasn’t scared of what would happen next. It had been years since he’d bottomed for someone, and he’d only done it once. But his words were as heartfelt as his actions. He wanted Dante to take him - he knew he had to give this to Dante. Knew too, that in time, it would be his turn to do the same to his mate.
When Dante’s lips touched his, Pearson’s body electrified as a gamut of feelings ran through him. Nothing could quell the moan that escaped from his lips - lips that were gently being explored and caressed with an expertise Pearson had never experienced before. Something he could easily become addicted to. Given Dante’s Alpha status, and the want that Pearson could feel vibrating through his mate’s body, he had expected the claiming to be hard, fast and brutal.
Dante was taking his time - savoring every touch, every whimper that escaped Pearson’s lips. Without removing his mouth from Pearson’s, the man had wiggled them both so Pearson’s legs were on either side of Dante’s. As the kiss intensified, Dante slid his tongue into Pearson’s mouth as his body pushed Pearson to lie flat on the floor, their bodies meeting flawlessly chest to hip. Pearson might be taller than Dante by a few inches, but lying like this, they formed a perfect match. Unable to help himself, Pearson’s hands slipped under Dante’s t-shirt, craving the smooth skin and large expanse of muscles below. Dante’s muscles rippled under his touch and suddenly Dante sat up, ripping his own shirt from his back, before quickly unbuttoning and disposing of Pearson’s.
Then he just sat there, his legs straddling Pearson’s hips, his chest heaving. Dante sat there like a statue, staring at his mate’s bare chest, his fingers idly tracing Pearson’s muscles.
“Fuck, you look incredible,” he whispered.
“And I’m all yours. Only yours, my mate,” Pearson responded just as quietly, unsure what Dante was thinking, but reluctant to break the spell.
But his words seemed to spark something primal in Dante. His eyes glowing with the presence of his wolf, Dante moved just enough to rip Pearson’s trousers from his body and then Pearson’s cock was engulfed in a hot warm mouth and it was all he could do not to scream in pleasure.
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Dante had wanted to take it slow. He wanted his first time with his mate to be really special. As he sat staring at the wonder that was Pearson’s body he had been frantically trying to keep control of his wolf. His wolf that was totally unimpressed with Dante’s seductive efforts and was clamoring at him to fuck, bite and claim the man beneath him. Dante could feel his Alpha power throbbing through his veins. His chest heaved as he struggled to take in more breath. His cock was like a sledgehammer it was so hard. When Pearson spoke, simple words of submission, Dante snapped, no longer able to contain his natural instinct.
Ripping Pearson’s trousers from his body, Dante’s only thought was to get to the man’s cock. He had to see, taste, and sniff out
the essence of his mate. He hungered to feel the man’s length in his mouth. Thanking the Fate’s for his non-existent gag reflex, Dante took Pearson’s cock deep into his throat, his tongue working frantically to lap every part of Pearson’s pre-come from his shaft. His tongue registered a hint of salt with a huge dose of sweet musky male. Eager to taste more Dante dragged his mouth up Pearson’s shaft, dipping his tongue into the small slit at the top that was leaking copiously.
Under his firm grip, Pearson arched his back off the floor, his gasps and cries a siren song for Dante’s wolf. Dante pushed the cock deep into his mouth again, savoring the smell of Pearson’s trimmed curls and then sliding his mouth back up again. Over and over he bobbed his head, teasing Pearson until the man was a writhing mess under his hands. When he felt Pearson’s balls start to tighten up, Dante pulled off.
“Noooo,” Pearson moaned out, thrusting his cock up, trying to find friction.
“It will be easier if you don’t come yet,” Dante promised as he laid kisses and nips over Pearson’s hips and thighs, one hand back behind him frantically searching for the lube he was sure he had stashed under his couch. Pearson’s hand in his hair, trying to force him back to his cock, was not helping matters.
Finding the lube, Dante quickly smeared some over three of his fingers. Figuring Pearson didn’t bottom very often, if at all, he knew his mate would need some solid preparation. But his own needs were forcing his hand. His cock, still trapped in his sweats, was throbbing and leaking frantically. Working quickly, Dante alternated between sucking and licking Pearson’s cock, and working his fingers into Pearson’s tight, very hot, ass.
The way Pearson was responding to him was torturing his control. Pearson’s human side might have submitted to Dante, but now the Alpha wolf inside his mate knew what was happening, he wanted to come out and fight for dominance. As Pearson thrashed about, chasing the sensations caused by Dante’s mouth, his wolf was growling and snapping at the invasion of Dante’s fingers. Dante’s own wolf rose to the challenge, and Dante knew that if he didn’t get his mate impaled on his cock soon, the two men would end up physically fighting for control.
Tickling Pearson’s prostate with his fingers one last time, Dante removed his hand, and quickly pulled down the waistband of his sweats. As he fumbled to get his cock lined up with Pearson’s entrance, he looked up to see the man staring at him, his own wolf flashing behind his eyes.
“Do it,” Pearson growled and Dante pushed in hard. With the combination of preparation and sheer fucking need, Dante slid home in one thrust. He stopped; terrified he had hurt his mate, as Pearson howled and writhed beneath him. Dante knew he couldn’t move. Knew he had to wait. He knew that Pearson’s body was struggling to accept his size, while his wolf was fighting the dominance. But fuck it all, it was damn near impossible to stay still. Pearson’s body was made for Dante’s cock. The heat, and the way Pearson’s muscles tightened around him, drove Dante to a fever pitch and he panted harshly to gain some semblance of control. He didn’t want to come before he’d had a chance to move.
Poised rigid above his mate, his arms trembling with the effort to hold himself upright, Dante snarled and snapped at Pearson, his huge eye teeth dropping outside of his mouth.
“You’re mine,” he managed to growl out, “All. Fucking. Mine.” Daring Pearson to reject his claim and fight him, Dante watched as the fight slowly went out of Pearson’s eyes, and the chute that had been holding his cock in a death grip relaxed.
“Yours,” Pearson agreed softly, his fight gone. “Claim me, mate. Do it now.”
With Pearson’s wolf pulled back, Dante could relax a bit, even though his own wolf was still riding him hard. But with no need to fight, Dante could get down to the serious business of bringing pleasure to his mate, although as he pulled back and thrust into Pearson’s heat he knew it would be quick. Within a few thrusts Pearson was moving with him, pushing him to move faster and thrust deeper. Lost in a timeless frantic rhythm, the two men moved as one, grunts and the slapping of flesh filling the air.
Knowing he wasn’t going to last, because damn it all, Pearson’s ass was pure nirvana for his cock, Dante leaned slightly to one side so that he could use a hand to pump Pearson’s cock. It wasn’t easy to get a steady rhythm going as the man bucked beneath him but Dante was determined his mate would come first. He wanted to feel Pearson squeeze down on his cock as the man came. Gripping Pearson’s warm, solid shaft, Dante sped up his thrusts, working harder to push them both over the edge.
Without warning Pearson stiffened beneath him. His come pulsed up over the man’s chest and abs, while still more ran down Dante’s fingers. As soon as Dante felt the first spasm of Pearson’s muscles around his cock he thrust deep and dipped his head, taking a solid, sure bite on the juncture of Pearson’s neck and shoulder. Seconds later, as his own orgasm barreled through his body like a tidal wave, Dante felt Pearson’s bite - just as hard, just as sure. The bite triggered a second orgasmic wave through Dante’s body and as he lifted his head from Pearson’s neck and howled, his body pulsed and shook as his orgasm went on and on.
As the two wolf spirits met and joined in the air above them, Dante flopped onto his mate’s chest. Praying Pearson was strong enough to support his weight, because damn it, Dante couldn’t move, he lay panting, his nose buried in Pearson’s neck. He felt the reassuring presence of his mate seep into his mind, and knew that the bond had taken. It was never an easy thing when two Alpha wolves were mates. Both fighting for the need to be the stronger wolf, initial couplings often resulted in bloodied fights and even challenges. But once the mating was completed, that need to fight each other would never happen again.
Dante didn’t want to rule Pearson’s pack - he wanted to mate the man and that may have been why there was no actual fighting in this case. That, and Pearson’s initial submission. As he savored the feelings of Pearson’s strong arms around his back, holding him tight, Dante was pleased that Alpha’s didn’t require a double mating to be mind linked. It was always assumed that Alpha’s wouldn’t accept being fucked themselves, so they were the only wolves that could have a mind link with their mates, without the double mating.
Dante understood this full connection would give him time. The time he needed to get to know Pearson and his new pack. The time to learn what his duties would be and how he would fit in this new life. As he felt his strength returning, his nose filled with Pearson’s unique smell, Dante also accepted it wouldn’t be long until he allowed Pearson to fuck him in return. Pearson’s gift of submission allowed them to be a mated pair, but Dante was aware that in all things, Pearson was the stronger wolf and sooner or later the man was going to want to penetrate him. And when he did, Dante hoped he would be ready for him.
Now though, as he raised himself up carefully, the two men’s sticky chests peeling apart slowly, and gazed into Pearson’s eyes he saw nothing but acceptance and a deeper emotion Dante had never seen before. Pearson was smiling at him and he bought a hand up to gently cup Dante’s face.
“Let’s go home, mate,” Pearson said quietly and for the first time in almost six months, Dante realized he had a home. Fighting his feelings of tiredness and hunger, Dante carefully pulled himself from Pearson’s body and stood up, leaning down to help his mate get off the floor.
“Let’s go home,” Dante agreed.
Chapter Seven
They managed three days of peace before the demands of the pack forced them to surface and take on their responsibilities once more. Pearson had introduced Dante to the pack the morning after their mating and from what Pearson could tell, his pack took the news that they now had an Alpha Mate really well. Given that all of Pearson’s staff at the club were pack members, it was understood that Dante now had as much say in the way the club was run as Pearson did. But when Pearson had taken him around and introduced him to the staff, Dante had been quiet and polite and completely deferred to Pearson in everything. Worried that Dante might be upset about something, Pearson had
taken him back to their house and the two men had barely gotten out of bed for the next 72 hours, stopping only for food and bathroom breaks.
The phone ringing loudly in Pearson’s ear was the first sign of trouble. He had been lying half awake, listening to Dante sleep, content to have the big man in his arms. Over the three days Pearson had come to realize that there was a lot to like about Dante, apart from the man’s extensive skills in the bedroom. The two men had talked, sharing stories about growing up and even about a few of the subs they had enjoyed through the years. Pearson had found out that he and Dante shared similar kinks and Pearson was keen on exploring that aspect of their lives a lot further once the two men knew each other better.
Dante had a quirky sense of humor and a strong sense of right and wrong. The business with his unfair kill had hit him hard. He had been used to following orders and had been devoted to his ex-Alpha and the family even though only a select few of trusted men in his old pack knew that he was gay. Pearson had faith that Steel and Levi would find a way to out Jerrod and clear Dante’s name, even though his inner wolf growled at the idea that Dante might leave him and return to his old position if the charge against him was dropped. While logically Pearson knew that Dante’s new position as an Alpha Mate was far higher than that of an enforcer - even Alpha Enforcer - Pearson didn’t want to think about what would happen if Dante wanted to go back to his old life.
But for now the whole point was moot, because his bloody phone was ringing and that had to mean there was trouble at the club. Kyle was the only enforcer that had Pearson’s private number and he would only call if it was important. Stifling a groan, Pearson reached over his mate and clicked the phone.
“Pearson,” he growled.
“Apologies, Alpha,” Kyle’s smooth voice sounded in Pearson’s ear. “But I thought you should know we haven’t been getting anywhere with Grier and I have concerns about holding him much longer. Will you come in?”
