by Lisa Oliver
Dante laughed. He couldn’t help himself.
“Oh man, you have absolutely no idea. No fucking idea. BDSM isn’t just about bondage and whipping the crap out of someone. Besides, as soon as the sub has had enough, they safeword and you have to stop. Surely you know that at least?”
“’Course I did,” Grier said shortly but Dante could smell the lie pouring off the man. The problem was, was this guy just an out and out sadist, a psychopath, or did he have something else in mind when he tried to join the club. Dante decided to change tact. He lay back down again and huffed.
“Won’t make any difference to you, any way,” he said teasingly. “You’re not getting out of here alive. The only one getting a beating around here will be you. It was a dumbass thing to do - trying to act gay and Dominant when you have no clue how to be either one. Should’ve picked another pack, man.”
“No, it had to be this one,” Grier said. When had Grier gotten closer? He hadn’t even heard the man move. Dante tensed up, every muscle alert for the slightest movement. He was still looking at the ceiling, and he didn’t want to make it obvious that he was aware that Grier had moved. The sleazeball sounded a lot closer than he did a moment ago.
“Why? Fuck, if you just want to beat someone, become an enforcer and do it as a job. You can do that at any pack.”
“But how can I beat the gay away in a straight pack. Don’t you see,” Grier said, his voice even closer now. “As a Dominant here, I can beat all those little pups until they go straight. They’ll see the error of their ways. And when the subs stop working for the Doms, then the pack will fall apart. The territory will be open for takeover. It’s such a brilliant plan and it will work.”
Okay, it was official. Grier was at least one sandwich short of a full picnic. Taking over a pack, of gay wolves, by beating up subs to try and ‘make’ them straight. Grier had to be nuts. He was also too close to Dante’s cot for comfort. It would take Pearson about three minutes to get down to the basement with his men. Roger was still outside of the door, but Dante didn’t dare alert him yet. He sent a message to Pearson though, and knew the moment his mate was on the move.
“You doing this by yourself then, Grier? You gonna take over this pack, this territory? Pretty ambitious plan for one man.”
“Course not,” Grier snapped. “Favo’s ready. He’s got the men, the resources. I just got to start the rot in the pack. Then when all those Doms are running around like headless chickens, and the Alpha can’t control them, Favo will come in and take over. And me, I get to do whatever I want with the survivors. Gay, sick, fuckers at my mercy.”
The man’s voice had taken on a zealous quality and that freaked Dante out more than the words the man was speaking. A zealot was unpredictable and unpredictable was dangerous.
Keeping his voice calm Dante said, “Yeah, well, where’s your famous Favo now, ha? You’re in here. You’re not getting out. They’re going to kill you. It’s only that the Alpha’s been busy, that you’re still alive as it is.”
“Oh, I’ll get out,” Grier said smugly. “I’ve got friends here and now, well now I’ve got you, Alpha Mate.” Before Grier’s words had even registered, the man attacked - leaping at Dante and grabbing him around the throat, trying to hold him down. Dante bucked up with the full force of his body and threw the man off him. Standing up, he glared at Grier, who was starting to see that pissing off the Alpha Mate might not have been one of his best ideas, if the sick looking expression on his face was anything to go by.
“Shouldn’t have opened your mouth Grier,” Dante snarled. “You might have been told I’m Alpha Mate, but you obviously missed the memo that explained I’m Alpha too and I was Alpha Enforcer for my last pack. You, on the other hand, are nothing but dead meat.”
He took two big steps and stood over Grier, his hand raised and already shifted into claws.
“You can’t kill me,” Grier yelled. “If you kill me others in this pack will rise up in my name. I’ll be a martyr. There are wolves here that believe like I do, like Favo does. A gay wolf is an abomination. Something the Fates would never have allowed. You can’t kill me. I’m doing the Fate’s work!” He shrieked so loudly at the end that Dante almost missed the quiet, deadly voice of his mate behind him.
“Kill him,” Pearson growled.
Considering Dante was going to anyway, he didn’t hesitate. One hand to the man’s head, one swift and lethal slash of his claws on the other hand later and Grier’s neck was severed; thankfully ending the man’s shrieking. Blood spurted up from the torn artery and Dante grimaced as it hit his shirt and pants. Even more blood dripped from his finger tips, which had now reverted back to human status. But he barely had time to register any of that before he was enveloped in his mate’s strangling embrace.
Chapter Nine
Pearson growled as he rubbed himself across his mate’s back. Dante had been away from him for too long. He had been in a dangerous situation. Every fucking minute the two men had been apart, Pearson had worried. He had an ache in his heart that just wouldn’t let up and the ache in his cock was just as bad. At least now his mate was safe in his arms again. But no matter how much Pearson reveled in the touch, he couldn’t stop his possessive need to claim the man again.
Dante was streaked with blood, and smelled of Grier, especially around his throat area. Pearson growled again at that, and turned Dante so that he could rub his face around Dante’s throat, across his chest, nipping and biting as he went. He wanted his mate with every fucking cell in his body. He wanted the man naked and under him, taking his pounding, raging, need. Taking his cock deep inside of him, so Pearson could mark him inside and out. Pearson wanted Dante so badly he thought he would fight the man for it, if he had to.
Okay, Dante’s voice whispered through his head, making Pearson pause. The fight ebbed a little in him and he looked at his mate in shock.
“Okay?” Pearson said out loud, feeling like an idiot. He realized they were still standing in the holding cell, with a dead man on the floor and four enforcers standing around waiting for instructions.
Dante curled his arm around Pearson’s neck and rested his forehead on Pearson’s.
Okay, Dante’s voice came through his mind again. I understand how you feel. You can claim me…just not in this cell. The man sounded so calm, while Pearson was just a bundle of fighting anger, possessive need, nervous energy and want.
Then he became aware of the hardness in Dante’s pants, the heat of Dante’s body pressed up against his, and Pearson’s brain got itself together. His mate wanted him to… finally he wanted to… Fuck! And Pearson was just standing there like a doofus, with a hot eager mate in his arms, when there was a bed in one of the backrooms he had as his own, in the club upstairs.
“Roger,” he snapped. “Take two men and clear this mess up. Then you are relieved for the night. Phone Phillip and tell him he’s not needed tonight after all, but make sure he and Kyle are with you in our office, tomorrow morning at nine o’clock. No one is to speak of what has happened here tonight, until the meeting tomorrow. The Alpha Mate will share what he’s learned then. Get Steel and Levi to come in as well.”
The four men stood for a moment, not moving. The overwhelming scent of Pearson and Dante’s lust for each other obviously befuddling them a bit. Dante nipped at his neck and Pearson snarled, “Move it, all of you. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Yes, Alpha,” the four men dutifully chorused, but Pearson paid no attention to them. He stormed out of the holding cell, dragging Dante with him - up the stairs to the back of the club, down a corridor that never seemed to be as long as it was today, coming to a stop in front of a dark door. Keying in a pin code, Pearson forced the door open roughly and tugged his mate inside with him. He kicked the door closed with his foot and then engulfed Dante in his arms.
“You said yes,” Pearson said, still not believing it.
“Yes,” Dante said softly, no hint of what he was thinking on his face.
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��But you said, in my office that day, you said…” Pearson didn’t know what to think. Of course, he’d wanted to fuck Dante from the day he met him, but Dante had told him then he never would, and while Pearson didn’t doubt his powers of persuasion over time, he had purposefully not bought it up at all in the three days they had spent together at their house. Now Dante was saying yes; not in answer to a question, or Pearson’s skills at persuasion, but responding to a need that Pearson had projected through their mind link. Shouldn’t they at least talk about this?
Dante laughed and the action lit up the man’s beautiful face. “Do you want to do it, or would you rather talk about it? Your choice.”
His mate was teasing him, verbally and physically. His hands were doing delicious things to his aching nipples through his shirt, and damn it, Dante’s cock was pressed solid against his through their jeans. The sheer need for possession - to fuck, to bite, to claim - swept through Pearson like a bush fire and he pushed Dante across the room, forcing him down onto the huge bed that dominated the space.
“Cant’ wait,” he gritted out as he tore Dante’s top and pants from his body. “Can’t be slow. Need you so bad.”
Flinging his own clothes on the floor, Pearson stopped for one second to look at Dante, a debauched looking dark angel laid out on the covers. The trust in the man’s eyes was almost humbling, if Pearson was of a mind to think about it. But he wasn’t. All that registered in Pearson’s needy brain was the smell of arousal in the air. The deep red head of Dante’s cock as it leaked against the solid muscles of the man’s abdomen. And when the man on the bed flipped him a smile, as he rolled over and presented himself on his hands and knees for Pearson’s pleasure, Pearson almost came on the spot.
Dante’s ass was a work of art. Solid marble, lightly tanned. As smooth and tempting as the apple was to Eve. And just as delicious, or so Pearson hoped. Grabbing his balls, which had tightened against his body, Pearson tugged them sharply to stem the growing need to climax all over his mate’s back. Spunk on the skin was primal and a claiming in itself, but Pearson yearned for the real thing. He needed to be inside his mate.
Taking just enough time to locate the lube he hoped was stashed in a drawer in the bedside table, Pearson stalked his prey like the predator he was. He climbed up onto the bed, settling his knees inside of Dante’s spread legs, pushing them apart just a little further. Dante moved easily under his touch, apparently happy to accommodate the bigger man. Not wasting another moment, Pearson palmed Dante’s ass muscles, holding them apart so he could take his first look at the tightly closed hole that nestled deep in the crack of Dante’s bum.
In all that they had done to each other over the previous three days, Pearson hadn’t even got a glimpse of Dante’s asshole. Purposefully not going near it, in case he got overcome with his own needs and forced Dante to do something he wasn’t happy with. But now, there it was - puckered up and completely hairless, just the way Pearson liked it. Pearson groaned at the sight, before leaning forward and swiping his tongue across the tight muscles. Hmmm, Dante’s taste was deep and subtle and Pearson wanted more.
Applying himself with vengeance, Pearson set about rimming his mate. It was clear that Dante had never experienced anything like it before if the murmurs and the moans were anything to go by. Dante had dropped his shoulders to the bed, lifting his ass higher and making it easier for Pearson to get to him - a move that Pearson approved of with a deep growl. Hands holding Dante steady, Pearson licked and nibbled, kissed and sucked around the tight muscles of Dante’s hole - relaxing them, coaxing them to the point where he could insert the tip of his tongue.
As he breached Dante’s opening the first time, Dante almost leapt off the bed and his moan was wanton and totally wicked. Holding him firm, Pearson did it again and again, until he was able to slide a good portion of his long tongue inside. The way Dante was rocking back against him, urging more with his body and his grunts of pleasure, inflamed Pearson like no other and for a moment he considered bringing Dante off from his tongue alone.
But his own cock was in dire need of attention, and with the end game in mind, Pearson slipped his index finger into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly. As he pressed the wet digit into his mate’s hole, Dante accepted it easily, a long groan and a muttered “yes,” his indication of approval. As much as Pearson longed to use his cock in place of his finger, his common sense prevailed. If he ever wanted to do this again, he had to make Dante’s first time a pleasurable one and no matter how impatient his wolf was getting, Pearson understood the overriding need to care for his mate.
One finger became two, and when Pearson deemed Dante ready for the third, he scrabbled for the lube, that was lying by his knees. Slicking up his fingers, Pearson eased his three thick digits into Dante, thrilled when he met a minimum of resistance. If anything, his mate was longing for more and Pearson panted to give it too him. Pushing in one more finger, Pearson started fucking Dante with his hand. He moved over Dante’s back and growled into his ear, “Ready for me, lover? Ready to be mine?”
“Already yours,” Dante gasped. “Want to feel you. Want to feel your cock inside of me.”
Pearson didn’t need an engraved invitation. Sitting back up on his knees, he lined his aching cock up to the opening waiting for him, and pushed in, hard. Dante tensed and his body shook beneath him. Pearson’s cock was bigger than his combined fingers and Pearson knew that Dante would be feeling the burn as his inner muscles stretched to accommodate him. As he waited for Dante to settle, Pearson stroked his man’s back gently and fought his own wolf for control. Now that his wolf had experienced the sheer delight of Dante’s submissive act, he wanted to plunder Dante’s hole. But Pearson wouldn’t do that, yet.
When Pearson felt Dante’s inner muscles relax, he pushed in a bit more. This time, although Dante gulped a bit, he pushed back against Pearson, forcing his cock in further still. Holding onto his control as tightly as he held Dante’s hips in his hands, Pearson rocked himself forward in small movements, encouraging Dante to take his full length. Desperate to hurry, because damn it, he was so close to coming, Pearson forced himself to be patient. His mate deserved nothing less.
When he was fully in, his balls nestled against Dante’s skin, Pearson barely had time to register the sheer wonder of the moment. He was inside of his mate. Inside the man he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Finally connected in the most intimate way, with the man that he loved. But there was no time to dwell on that. Not when Dante was pushing and trying to wiggle his hips held firm by Pearson’s hands.
“Move, damn you,” Dante growled at him. “Make me feel you.”
Pearson rolled his hips, causing his cock to lodge deeper inside his mate. Dante moaned, so Pearson did it again. Leaning back over his mate’s back, Pearson growled just as fiercely, “I’m in control here, love, and don’t you forget it. You. Are. Mine.”
“Yours,” Dante agreed, looking over his shoulder at Pearson. His wolf was glinting in his eyes and the grin on his face was positively feral. “But I’m still talking, so you’re not doing something right. I seem to recall I can turn you into a blithering mess when the position’s reversed.”
Cheeky fucker, Pearson thought with a grin, as he pulled back his hips and thrust hard back into his mate. Dante grunted and Pearson did it again. He quickly got into a rhythm, trying to find what Dante enjoyed the most. Long slow pulls with hard thrusts back in got him grunts. Short, sharp thrusts resulted in moans. It was hard. Pearson was trying to stay in control, but when he bent over Dante’s back and hooked his arms around Dante’s shoulders, using his back, thighs and hips to deliver punishing thrusts into his mate, Dante went wild. And as his wild angel came apart underneath him, Pearson’s control smashed into a thousand pieces. He pounded into his mate, faster and harder, knowing his mate could take it and reveling in the act of possessing his man.
As much as he never wanted to stop, he knew he couldn’t last. Dante’s body called to him like no other. The
heat of Dante’s channel, the way his body gripped his cock, the man’s moans and grunts, the smell of Dante’s arousal filling his nose. Pearson could feel his orgasm building. Determined that Dante come with him, Pearson grazed his teeth over the mating mark Dante wore on his shoulder. Just as he felt his orgasm hit, Pearson bit down, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Dante’s life force filled his mouth at the same time as his come flooded Dante’s ass. When Pearson raised his head and roared at the flood of possessive pride that washed over him at the claiming of his mate, he heard Dante cry out, the smell of his spunk filling the air as Dante came, his cock untouched, spilling onto the sheets below.
Wrapping his arms around Dante’s chest, Pearson rolled them both to the side, avoiding the wet patch on the bed linen. Dante lay there panting, obviously having the same trouble getting his breath under control, as Pearson was having. Under his hand, he could feel Dante’s heart was pounding and the man’s skin was as slick with sweat as he knew his own to be.
As badly as Pearson wanted to tease his mate, he just couldn’t do it. His wolf was finally quiet; pleased they had finally claimed their mate properly. His body felt like jelly and after spending all day and half the night worrying about Dante, his mind just wanted to sleep. Noting that Dante’s eyes were closed, and the man’s breathing was starting to ease, Pearson carefully pulled out of his mate and forced himself off the bed.
Padding softly to the bathroom, Pearson cleaned himself up, and went back into the bedroom with a damp washcloth. Dante must have been dozing because he jumped slightly when Pearson cleaned him up. Throwing the washcloth on the floor, Pearson nestled down next to his mate and pulled a duvet up over them. In his half awake state, Dante rolled towards him and nuzzled into Pearson’s neck, his long body stretched out along Pearson’s with the ease of long time lovers. As Pearson drifted off to sleep he could have sworn he heard Dante say softly, “love you,” but then darkness claimed him and he slept.
