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That needy gaze found his again. “Okay. Please, Rand. I need it.”

God, this man was so fucking desperate, but so self-aware. “Hands and knees then, honey. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Thank you.” Tate rolled over easily, assuming a position on all fours. The position thrust Tate’s ass out, his balls hanging between his spread legs.

Rand moaned, but walked to the foot of the bed, where Tate’s head faced, and began to take off his own clothes. “You’re beautiful,” Rand said. “I can’t wait to see how your skin heats. How your flesh takes color.”

Tate swayed, butt shifting from side to side, but that gray gaze never left Rand’s hands.

He moved slowly, unbuttoning his shirt, then sliding it off. Rand worked hard and lived off the land. He knew his body looked good if you liked big, muscled and hairy. Tate seemed to think he was a fine specimen. Rand dropped his hands to his fly, popping the button slowly, then easing down the zipper.

Following his every move, Tate rocked, cock fucking the air.

“Promise me you won’t come the minute I start spanking you, honey. I don’t have anything to bind your cock.”

Tate jerked, a low moan filling the room. “In the top drawer of the dresser. There’s a leather box.”

Oh, hell, yes. He kicked out of his boots and jeans and took the two steps to the dresser so he could hunt the box. There it was, shoved back behind a bunch of socks. Hello, treasure. Two cock rings, one that snapped around the base of a dick, the other a cock and balls get-up. Nipple clamps. And a tiny cat-type flogger, neatly wrapped around its handle. Lube. He’d revisit that later. For now he wanted to use his hand for the spanking, and all he needed was the snapping ring.

He sure hoped this wasn’t going to go into ruin the mood territory again.

Rand returned to Tate’s side. “This ought to work. Take a deep breath for me.”

Tate sucked up a breath, which raised his belly, arching his back and hips. Rand fastened the ring into place, and Tate let out a strangled sound, that dick swelling even more. Not ruining the scene at all, thank God.

“Good. That’s good, honey. Now breathe with me a moment. In and out.” He didn’t want Tate to faint.

Nodding, Tate sucked in air, then blew it out. “Tight. Been a long time.”

“Then you’ll be tight, too.” He tapped at Tate’s hole.

“Yeah. Oh. God.” Tate’s ass wagged, moving in slow circles.

“So ready. This first.” Rand didn’t believe in lots of warning. He just drew his arm back and let his hand fly, slapping Tate’s ass so hard the crack of sound shot through the whole house, he’d bet.

Tate jerked, then rocked back to meet his next blow, a shout ringing out that sounded like pure joy. Completely unrestrained.

Rand struck again, then again, establishing a rhythm. His arm muscles jolted all the way up to his shoulder, and he hummed, the sensation the type he got from doing hard work. Good work. He warmed to his task and so did Tate’s bottom, the skin going pink at first, then a deep, rosy color. He knew the spanking had to sting like a motherfucker, but Tate never once asked for mercy.

No, that rough voice called out begging for more. Someone had gone far too long without getting what he required.

“Please. Rand. I can’t—More.”

“Can’t what?” He swung again, slapping the places where thighs met ass cheeks. That tender spot made Tate crawl to get away, then stop at the end of the bed.

“Please don’t stop. Not now.”

“Hell, no.” No, he wouldn’t stop until he knew Tate was wild for him, until Tate’s wolf was teetering on the edge of escaping his human grasp. Then he would fuck that heated, tight ass until they both screamed.

“Thank you.” Tate rocked, almost sobbing, every blow drawing a new sound from him.

“I got you, honey. I have what you need.” Rand couldn’t seem to shut the hell up.

“I know. I know you do.”

Pride howled through him. Tate trusted him. Rand wasn’t sure he deserved it, but there it was, laid out just like that lean, tight body, so ready for him to take. He stroked Tate’s ass, on fire from his blows.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” He slapped once more on each cheek, watching Tate dance.

“I am. Oh, God. Rand. I need you in me.” Tate was writhing, dancing for him there on hands and knees.

“I’m ready for you, too.” He grabbed Tate’s balls and squeezed gently. “Let me grab the lube.”

“Soon. Please.”

“Now.” Rand took the lube in hand and opened it so he could squirt some on his fingers. He needed to get inside as soon as he could, before he lost the ability to take it slow and make it good for Tate.

“Okay. Yes.” Tate’s ass worked, hips swinging in small circles.

That motion was more than Rand could take. He pushed a finger against Tate’s hole, testing, and Tate moaned low, opening for him like a dream. Tight, but not resisting. Tate knew how to take him, so he slid another finger in, getting that sweet, greedy hole ready for him. He worked quickly, probably more roughly than he meant to. Nothing he did made Tate protest, nothing made that swinging cock deflate.

Finally he was ready to ride, and Rand pulled his fingers free, then slicked his cock. He grabbed those lean hips with both hands, thumbs each pushing against a flaming hot ass cheek. That skin was made for punishment, the color a perfect rose, the heat astonishing.

When Rand placed the tip of his dick at Tate’s hole, Tate moaned for him, rubbing back like a cat in heat.

“Pushy little bottom boy,” Rand teased.

“I need you in me. Been so long since I was filled. Please.”

“God, you beg so pretty.” Rand pressed forward, his cock sliding home, Tate’s body grasping him and keeping him firmly inside that tight channel.

“Oh. Oh, oh, oh.” Tate bucked, body slamming back into the cradle of Rand’s hips.

He slapped Tate’s hip, letting the sting still Tate for a moment, a shocked gasp sounding. “You move when I tell you to.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” Tate stayed right where he was, shaking, until Rand began to thrust.

“Good boy.” Rand slid in, then slipped back, over and over. He grunted, pulling up on his knees so he had more leverage. Damn, this one could be the one guy worth staying around and playing alpha. Wouldn’t that be a hoot? He wouldn’t do it for a pack, but he’d do it for this needy, amazing man.

“Yes.” Tate chanted the word over and over, letting Rand lead his movements. They rocked, faster with every thrust, every slap of their skin together. It was almost as if he was still spanking that stunning butt.

Rand’s balls drew up, and he knew it had to end soon. He had to fill Tate with his seed. Claim Tate as his.

“Now,” Rand barked, managing one more hard slap to Tate’s rump. He used his other hand to unsnap Tate’s cock ring.

“Fuck!” Tate shouted, his body sawing back and forth when he came in great, forceful spurts.

Riding out the very last spasm, Rand held on, gritting his teeth. As soon as Tate moaned and slumped under him, he moved fast, hard, fucking that hot ass until he shouted, his balls emptying in a huge rush, his orgasm singing through him.

“Oh, damn.” Rand murmured the words against the back of Tate’s neck. “You’re a temptation I’m not sure I can afford.”

“I’m selfish enough to hope you can’t resist.” Tate moaned when Rand bit down on his skin, one last wiggle shaking them both.

“Mmm. Be careful what you wish for, honey.”

“I always am.” Tate turned and reached for him, and Rand was happy to snuggle down in the bed. “Too many disappointments.”

“I can’t promise I won’t be another of those.” Rand liked to stay on the move. He couldn’t help it.

“I know. Just shut up and bask in the afterglow, huh?”

Rand laughed out loud, surprised and charmed by Tate’s bluntness. “You got it, honey.” They could worry about everything else later, right? For now, a nice hard nap was in order. Then, if he was a lucky man, there would be round two.

They still had that little flogger to explore.

Chapter 6

Tate left Rand having lunch with Amelie the elder so he could go up to the Alpha’s house and make a plan to renovate it. He was decent with is hands, and Tate knew if he was brave enough to start the project other people would eventually join him.

He could have walked, but he boxed up a bunch of cleaning supplies and a few yard tools and drove. That way he could haul a load of trash out, too. The place wasn’t for an Alpha, and Rand deserved that. Tate’s place was fine, but what if Rand didn’t want them to live together? The sex was fantastic. His sore ass reminded Tate of that every few minutes. But he couldn’t get his hopes up. Rand needed more incentive to stay, and a nice house with all the amenities might help a rambling man settle.

The drive took longer than cutting through the woods. By the time he got there, Tate had formulated a plan. He’d start with the bedroom, getting all of the scent out of it he could. That way it had days to air out while he systematically worked his way through the rest of the cabin.

He pulled up and stared at the Alpha’s cabin, something niggling at the back of his brain. Something looked out of place, but to begin with he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He stepped out of his truck, and an odd, sour scent filled his nose.

Tate ran to the front door, finding it hanging on by a hair; the bottom hinge totally torn out. The scent intensified then, so obviously a territorial marking. It made his nose twitch, his eyes water.

Oh. When Tate pushed through the door, the house was no longer just a filthy pigsty. Now it was… torn to shit. Floorboards stuck up like broken teeth, and sheet rock lay in shredded strips all over the main room. The furniture bore marks of claws and teeth, springs and stuffing spilling out of the sofa and recliner. Tables resembled nothing more than kindling.

The bedroom made Tate groan. The bed lay in pieces; the mattress ripped up with a knife, he thought. Someone had started out human and wolfed out. The kitchen knife lay on the floor, smeared with all manner of stuff. The master bath was—shattered. The toilet, sink and mirror lay in broken chunks all over the floor.

Jesus, what a mess. He’d thought it was bad before, with the dirty clothes and rotted food. This was a frickin’ nightmare. He wanted to take a couple of deep breaths, but he didn’t dare, not the way it smelled in there. Tate moved to the back door, opening it to poke his head out and get some damned air.

The low growl gave him maybe two seconds of warning before a blur of mangy gray fur shot toward him.

Tate shouted and stumbled back, something on the floor catching his boot and sending him ass over teakettle. He raised his arms instinctively, which saved his throat from getting ripped out. Grunting, Tate shoved one forearm under Farrel’s muzzle, holding those long, yellowing teeth away from his face. Rotting maggot. Tate hated Farrel so much. Genetics were a sad fucking joke, letting this asshole lead them for so damned long.

He finally threw Farrel off and scrabbled for the bathroom, intending to lock himself in until he could call—Shit, he didn’t have Rand’s fucking number in his phone. How did that happen? Wasn’t he supposed to be on 24/7 call for a week or something?

Tate called Mairi, wincing when Farrel hit the door like a ton of stinky bricks.

“Hello?”

“Up at the Alpha cabin, Mairi. Farrel is here.”

“What? Where are you?”

“Locked in the bathroom. About to go out the window. Just wanted someone to know.”

“Tate, get the hell out of there. You can outrun him.” He could hear Mairi moving, could tell when she began to run. “I’m getting the new Alpha.”

“Please do.” He eyed the window. Farrel would no doubt kick his ass if he could get through the door. Tate would give a good fight, but his wolf nature was submissive. Not just beta. More omega. He could try to overcome it, but it never worked. Simple as that.

“Just hold on.”

“Mmm.” The door latch began to give, and Tate hung up, putting his phone in the medicine cabinet, then grabbed the lid off the toilet tank. Farrel burst through the door moments later, mad eyes glowing gold. Tate slammed the heavy ceramic lid down on Farrel’s head, amused that he was breaking the one intact thing in the room.

The smash and yowl satisfied something deep inside him. “Fuck the window,” Tate murmured. Then he let the wolf take him, leaping over Farrel’s prone body and running for the door. He hit the porch, the fresh air outside making him want to howl with how fetid it had been in the cabin. He thought he was free, because if Tate could do anything it was run, but that was a false hope.

Tate figured that out when Mink and Larry both slammed into him, sending him skidding off his paws and onto his side, so he slid across the clearing. He didn’t make a sound, not willing to let them know his ribs were possibly cracked. Instead, he bounced up and shook off their attack, hackles raised. Their teeth missed his haunches by mere inches when he turned to cut off their flanking maneuver, and to Tate’s surprise they both backed up when he bared his fangs and growled.

Then Farrel limped into the clearing, and Tate figured they’d only stopped because their boss wanted a piece of him. He’d take the odds. Farrel was bleeding, one ear bent at an odd angle. If Tate could just keep on his feet until Rand got there…

Farrel leaped at him, and Tate slid sideways, surprised at how easily he avoided the attack. Maybe Rand was right. Maybe they’d all been giant pussies all these years, not taking Farrel down. Then again, maybe Farrel was getting old, or maybe he wasn’t—

Tate jumped to the side, smashing into Larry. Or Mink. Farrel’s jaws tried to close on his throat and missed. Larry bumped him back into play, shoulder against his.

Air became hard to suck in, a little soupy thanks to his ribs. Tate growled, shaking his head to clear it. His sight swam some, and he howled, calling for his mate. His alpha.

Farrel rumbled, backing up, ready to spring at him, no doubt about to try to rip him to pieces. Before Farrel could even move, a streak of huge, dark fur slammed through the crowd they made, bowling Farrel right over.

Tate jumped back toward the cabin, his tail wanting to wag for Rand. Tate knew he couldn’t distract his mate, so he waited, watching, knowing this was the final fight. Farrel wouldn’t be coming back from this one, even if he survived it. What Tate had to do was keep Larry and Mink out of it, and he felt as though he could. He had Rand’s back.

When Larry tried to circle the vicious combatants and attack Rand from the rear, Tate jumped back into the fray, barking furiously to surprise Larry before snapping at his muzzle.

Mink hit him again, teeth grazing his back leg, but Tate slid away from the bite. He felt faster. Braver.

The snarls from Farrel became sharper, more desperate. Yeah. A good ass-kicking did that to a guy. Couldn’t happen to a nicer fuckwad. A sharp snap sounded, and Tate knew that was the harbinger of a broken bone. Farrel screamed, a primal, awful yowling, and time stopped, everyone but Rand freezing in their tracks.

Rand rolled Farrel to his back, teeth closing on Farrel’s throat. Tate held his breath, wondering if Rand would finish the job. He didn’t need to; there were enough witnesses to Farrel’s defeat, because even Mink and Larry wouldn’t risk banishment from the pack by denying it.

Rand stalked over Farrel’s prone form, growling at Mink and Larry, lip curled back.
Instead of ripping out Farrel’s windpipe, Rand shook the other wolf hard, lifting Farrel up off the ground with it, then slamming him down. Bam.

Farrel went limp, absolutely unconscious, but his ribs still rose and fell raggedly

Rand stalked over Farrel’s prone form, growling at Mink and Larry, lips curled back to show white, healthy canines, ready to rip and tear.

Mink bowed, head down low, butt up, tail still. Larry, now, he growled low, body stiff, not willing to bend.

So Tate jumped at Larry taking his ass down, rolling him so his belly was up. Larry’s surprised yelp sounded, loud and unhappy, but he stayed down when Tate put a paw on his chest. Asshole, dissing the Alpha.

Rand barked, a pleased, proud sound, and Tate ducked his head, his ears swiveling to catch the tiny echoes. No Alpha had ever made that sound for him. When Rand let Farrel rise, the beat up ex-pack leader rose, shaking hard, and limped slowly out of the clearing. Tate allowed Larry to follow, gait stiff, tail tucked.

Mink stayed, and Rand padded over to him, nosing his throat until Mink rolled, offering throat, belly and balls. Rand bit at Mink’s throat, growling and shaking the skin there, the ritual completed in no time. Once Mink had been schooled, Rand barked and nudged him after Larry and Farrel, the message clear. Follow and make sure they leave the pack land.

Rand came to Tate then, rubbing along his side, nuzzling his ear and muzzle in obvious praise.

Panting, Tate wagged, then broke away, heading down toward his cabin. He knew Farrel wouldn’t be back now. Rand could have killed him in a heartbeat and they all knew it. The fight had been so uneven as to be laughable. They would clean up Rand’s new home soon, but for now Tate wanted a clean, soft bed. He could smell Rand’s arousal in the air, and he wanted to cater to it.

They reached Tate’s cabin before Rand shifted easily to his human form, all that muscle and smooth skin making Tate howl. Just a tiny bit.

Rand stretched, chuckling. “Come on, baby. Get manly so we can have a shower. I want that jerk’s stink off me.”

Tate focused hard on his human body, recalling it. He felt stiff and a little bruised, but pride flowed through him, giving him energy. He’d helped to protect his Alpha.

“You were amazing,” Rand told him. “I thought you said you didn’t fight Farrell.”

“I never won,” Tate said. “This was different. I was defending you.” He said it and he knew it was true. Rand was the reason for the change. Tate’s natural place was with his mate. He took Rand’s offered hand, letting himself be tugged into the shower.

Rand turned on the water, steam rising almost immediately. Tate had a good gas water heater. He liked to indulge in his showers. They pushed close together so they both fit under the spray, and Rand kissed Tate hard, hands sliding around to grip Tate’s ass.

Oh, God. That touch made him rise up on his toes, his body ready for anything Rand wanted to give him.

“I want you,” Rand told him.

“Anything.” Tate would do anything for this man. His mind and body and wolf all knew this one was his mate, so he could give himself freely, without fear.

Rand pulled back to stare into his eyes, green gaze serious and sure. “I mean it, baby. I want you enough to stay here and take on running this pack.”

“You—” His heart raced, his breath coming faster than he could catch. “Are you serious? You said you didn’t do Alpha stuff.”

“I’ve never been the settling down kind.” Rand shrugged. “I’ll stay because I think this pack needs me, but more importantly, I need you.”

His cheeks heated, the ridiculous pleasure he felt sending blood south as well. “I want you, too.”

“Good.” When Tate swayed, begging a kiss, and Rand stopped him a few inches away. “Wait.”

He wanted to whine like a wolf denied its prey. “Why?”

“Because we need to make some things clear.” Rand tilted his head. “If I stay, you’ll be my mate, and in public you’ll be my right hand. You’ll probably do a lot of the go between stuff with the pack, since you know them all so well.”

“Okay.” None of that sounded any different than what he did now, except they’d have a fair, sane Alpha and he’d have a mate. Oh, wow. “And in private?”

“You’ll be my sub. Full-time. That’s the only way I’d settle down in one place, baby. It’s the one thing I’ve wanted to try that I never have, being a full-time Dom with someone. I like to play, but I’m not playing here.”

“What do you mean. Full-time sub.” He wanted to know what that entailed before he agreed to anything.

“That means when we’re home alone, you’re mine. I’m not an asshole, I promise, but I will want you ready and available to serve or to do a scene.” Rand watched him carefully, expression intense.

“Yours.” Tate mulled that over, trying it on for size.

“Naked and on your knees, baby.”

He swallowed hard, the idea making his cock rise. “Oh. I—you wouldn’t make me—in front of other people.”

“No. This is between you and me.” Rand nodded, reaching up to touch his cheek. “We’ll set rules, have a contract. I’ve never done it, but I’ve researched enough to know the rules.”

“You sly dog.” Tate laughed, the idea that Rand wanted to do this right making up his mind. “I didn’t know they had Internet in Alaska or wherever it is you do this thing you do for a living.”

“I find my ways.” Rand kissed him, oddly gentle, a promise in the contact. “Do you want me to stay?”

Was Rand feeling a little uncertain? That was sweet, melting Tate’s heart. “I want you to stay.”

“Thank you.” That smile made Tate’s toes curl.

“What if we hate the whole sub thing?” he had to ask. “I mean, what if it doesn’t work?”

Rand snorted, slapping Tate’s butt, which made his skin tingle. “You’ll love it. You’re meant to serve, baby.”

“I’ll do my best.” He would. Tate would give this whole situation his all. Rand was his mate. He would work as hard as he could.

“I know you will.” Rand nodded. “It’s settled then. We’ll rebuild the alpha house for us, huh? Is there anyone you want to move into this cabin?”

Tate nodded easily. “Mairi. She can totally use the space.”

“Done.” Rand drew him close, their lower bodies rubbing hard enough that Tate could feel how excited Rand was by this whole prospect. Hoo yeah. “I’m here for the long haul.”

“Good.” Tate chuckled, sliding to the floor.

Rand raised a brow. “What are you doing, baby?”

Tate licked his lips, rubbing his hands together. “Well, you did say something about me naked and on my knees…”

***

“I like the exposed beams,” Rand told Mairi, who turned out to be a fine designer. She came up with the ideas, and he and Tate did the work. Three months after they’d vanquished Farrel for good, the Alpha’s cabin was completed. Two bedrooms aside from the master suite, one guest bath, a huge kitchen, and living area to gather the pack… He loved it.