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The human nodded. “I know. In the book, the sub had to learn all kinds of rules and stuff. I’m willing to go wherever I need to go, Ryan. Just show me how.”

“After we eat and drop the stuff off to the shop, you and I are going to my house to discuss some things. They won’t make you comfortable, but there are things I need to know before I plan out something for you on Friday.”
I’m possessed
!

The grateful smile that crossed Bradley’s face twisted his heart into a knot.
Damn. He’s beautiful when he does that
. It made him want to suck on that full bottom lip and play with the four thin rings that captured it. “Whatever you need from me. I’ll give it to you.” The words that every Dom wanted to hear seemed sweeter coming from a place of total sincerity. Bradley wasn’t just aiming to get off in their little encounter. He seemed to genuinely want to please. The only motivation and goal seemed to be Ryan becoming his, and that in itself was an intoxicating thing. To be wanted was one thing. To be needed was something else entirely.

“Let’s go. You’re skinny as a rail and need the food.” Ryan opened his car door and rolled out of the vehicle. Bradley followed, and Ryan resisted the urge to drape his arm around the human’s shoulders as they walked through the front door. It was impulsive and more of a way for him to mark Bradley as taken than anything else. He resisted, but it was a bigger struggle than he wanted it to be.

The hostess on duty was a familiar face. Mac’s daughter, Kira, usually waited on the pack members who came in from Howlers. She bounced up to them, brown ponytail swinging. “Hey! Which one?”

“Ryan,” he said, smiling back at her. She was a really perky kid, and they always left her great tips. “How’s it going, Kira?”

Her eyes were pretty much glued to Bradley, who shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny. “Pretty good. Papa got Brian a dishwashing job in the back. We get to move out next week. Got a hot date?”

“You know me better than that,” Ryan said with a wink. “I’ve got a to-go order after we’ve eaten to take back to that slave-driver of an Alpha of ours.”

She nodded. “Cool, cool. I’m Kira. Are you new?” She extended her hand, and Bradley took the handshake. He didn’t look happy about it though. Weird.

Understanding dawned. “Oh my bad. This is Bradley, Kira. He’s an available I’m training. Bradley, this is Kira. She’s Mac’s daughter. She recently got mated to Brian, one of our pack submissives. She also takes care of the Howlers men when we come in to bug Mac.”

“Congratulations,” Bradley said, warming considerably. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Kira grinned. “He’s super cute, Ryan. And possessive. Oh boy. You thought I had a thing for our beta?”

He shrugged, and Ryan nearly swallowed his tongue. He was jealous? That was why he got all quiet?

She winked. “Thought so. Bold and not afraid to show what you want. I like those qualities in a sub. You’re going to have your hands full with his one, Ryan. Guaranteed.”

Ryan rolled his eyes. Yeah. He needed yet another person to tell him that Bradley was going to be trouble. He didn’t need that information, thanks much. He understood that perfectly well all on his own. “We’ll take a booth,” Ryan rumbled, taking Bradley’s elbow and giving him a squeeze.

Kira turned on her heel and walked further into the restaurant. Bradley and Ryan followed at a slower pace, and Ryan was hyperaware of the way Bradley’s arm felt under his hand
. I’m in trouble
.

This place sure had a lot of neon beer signs. The bar was obviously the center fixture, and the high bar tables took up a majority of the space. The flags hanging from the ceiling displayed a wolf with his head kicked back howling at a crescent moon. The golden embroidered name Wolfskins blazed.
Guess he wasn’t kidding about this being a biker hangout
.

The booth was near the waiters’ stations, but it was the only available one, so Bradley couldn’t complain. Besides that, the company was someone out of his fantasies. The feel of Ryan’s hand burning through his sleeve was enough to make him want to drag the larger man back out into the parking lot for something that had little to do with food.

“I can smell your want, boy. Knock it off,” Ryan snapped as Kira walked away to fetch their drink orders.

“I can’t really control that, Ryan,” Bradley said. The order stung. He couldn’t obey it anymore than he could suddenly gain the ability to breathe underwater.

Ryan sighed, closed his eyes, and seemed to count backward from ten. “I know. I’m being an unreasonable jackass.” He took another deep breath. “I’m not behaving properly about this. I’m just off balance, and I’m not used to it.”

Kira reappeared with their drinks before Bradley could say anything about it. “You know what you guys want, Ryan?”

“Two of your manager’s specials,” Ryan said, his eyes not leaving Bradley’s face the entire time he spoke. Bradley could care less about what he was ordering. All that mattered was Ryan looking at him with that blatant consideration in his gaze. Kira nodded and walked away.

“Do you always order for your submissive at a restaurant?” Bradley asked. Was that common? They didn’t cover all this in his romance novel. He might’ve read a book, but it hadn’t been a how-to manual.

“It’s something I enjoy. Usually I get to know their tastes better, ask if they’re vegetarian or something first. But I took a chance with you.” Ryan smiled at him, and Bradley’s heart felt like it stopped. “The manager’s special is two pieces of grilled chicken, green beans, and an ear of corn off the grill. Do you dislike any of those?”

“No. They’re all fine. I just want to make sure I know the rules,” Bradley said, resting his elbows lightly on the table in front of them.

Ryan sipped on his water. “What do you want to get out of this relationship?”

That was an easy question. “You of course. I want to be yours.” Bradley had thought of little else in months. It had saturated his art, his sleep. Everything had been touched with Ryan.

“What do you want for you? What do you crave? Hmm, I’m coming at this from the wrong angle. How about this, tell me your fantasies. I need to see you,” Ryan said. Heat flooded Bradley’s cheeks. He couldn’t say those out loud in a restaurant. “Imagine it’s just you and me in a hotel somewhere. Kira isn’t going to care what we say. She’s a pack Dominant and has heard it all. Trust me. Tell me about what you thought about in the months since we met.”

Bradley sipped on his water, stalling. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve been thinking a lot about”—he lowered his voice and glanced around before he continued—“you know, sex and stuff. It’s normal to think about the person you like that way though.”

Ryan nodded. “Yes. Of course it is. Be more specific. Tell me your most potent fantasy, the thing that gets you off fastest.”

If he thought Bradley could say that out loud, he was out of his mind. “I can’t.”

“You can. You’re embarrassed to, but sometimes things in the lifestyle will expose you in ways that leave you vulnerable to me. It breaks you down into your most primal form. You like the idea of being tied up?” Bradley nodded. “Spanked?” He hesitated a bare second before he nodded. He’d liked it the one time he’d had it before. “Those are the things people who aren’t in the lifestyle understand about it. It’s more than that, Bradley.”

“I want to learn,” Bradley said stubbornly. He wished Ryan would stop lecturing and start teaching him.

“That’s the first step, but obedience is the second. Do you agree that you’re giving power over to me as your Dominant?”

“Yes.” “Sir” was on the tip of his tongue, but he held it back at the last second, startled at where the impulse came from. He felt himself slipping into a place of safety and warmth. Ryan had cast a line and was reeling him in by slow degrees.

“Then you need to trust me and obey me. Given my weirdness around you, the trust will take time. But it will come as we get more comfortable with one another. There will come a time when my will is as important as your own.” Something about the way Ryan said it made Bradley sit up and pay attention. His cock swelled behind his zipper. He liked that idea. He liked the idea of being that close to the wolf. Ryan lowered his voice to a rumbled purr. “And when that day comes, your pleasure will become as important as my own.”

Bradley swallowed. “I want that.”

“Then tell me your fantasy, boy,” Ryan commanded.

“We’re outside. Running,” Bradley began, swallowing hard. His pulse rate kicked up as the image came to the forefront of his mind. “You’re chasing me, and I know if you catch me I’m in trouble. I’m running as fast as I can, but I want you to catch me.” He glanced at Ryan, who gave a nod of encouragement. “You catch up and tackle me to the ground.” He pressed the heel of his palm against the now painful swell of his erection. “We wrestle for the top position, and you push me to the ground and…” He panted, unsure if he needed to continue.

“Keep going,” Ryan growled. It seemed like he wasn’t the only one affected. The fact that Ryan was turned on by his fantasy made Bradley’s balls draw up tight to his body.

“You tell me not to come until you say so, and then you’re inside me. The way you fuck me”—he raised his eyes and their gazes locked—“it was like you own me.”

Ryan stood suddenly and offered Bradley a hand. “Come.” Bradley’s heart pounded. What was going on? It was hard to figure out what Ryan was thinking. His expression was thunderous, but the decided bulge said he’d enjoyed Bradley’s words as much as Bradley had. With the barest moment of hesitation, he took the proffered hand, and then he was pulled out of the booth and toward the back of the bar. Ryan whistled as they got close to the bartender. The guy looked up and nodded as Ryan pointed in the direction they were heading.

“Are you mad?” Bradley asked, unbalanced. Maybe he’d been looking for a kinkier fantasy. Maybe he’d done it wrong.

“No,” Ryan rumbled, opening a door opposite the bathrooms before tugging Bradley inside. A quick glance around said that this was some kind of storage closet, but it had a vanity and mirror. Maybe the wait staff used this place to get ready as well as stash their cleaning stuff. “Get on your knees.”

Bradley blinked. “What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. It’s one of my pet peeves,” Ryan rumbled, tapping Bradley on the shoulder before indicating the floor with a quick glance. As if in a dream, Bradley did as he was bid, obeying Ryan’s command. He felt his power leave the second his knees touched the linoleum. He gave it to Ryan.

“Whatever you want,” he whispered, looking up the strong length of Ryan’s built body.

Ryan cursed, which confused the hell out of him. Didn’t he want this? “I wanted to wait, wanted to make the first touch something special since you’re so new. Fuck it.
I’m
not special.” He popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. His naked cock sprang into the open air, and Bradley whimpered at the sight. If nothing else, Ryan had a beautiful cock. It was long, thick, perfect for whatever the man wanted to use it for. “You make me
need
, boy.”

“This is special,” Bradley murmured, his mouth watering. He understood. Ryan had wanted this as much as he had. He was just better at denying the impulse. He dragged his gaze from Ryan’s dick and met the Dominant’s eyes. “Because it’s you.”

Ryan growled. “Suck.”

Bradley didn’t need to be told twice. He braced his hands on Ryan’s thick thighs and leaned forward to lap at the already pre-cum-slicked head of Ryan’s cock. The second the taste hit his tongue, some foreign part of him all but howled in triumph. He shivered as the press of something foreign filled his senses, rubbing along him like a pelt of fur and filling his nose with a faint musk. A wave of need hit him so hard he was pretty sure his vision dimmed for a second.

He shoved his head down, choking on Ryan’s length but not caring. “God,” Ryan gasped, threading his hands in Bradley’s hair.
Mine
, that foreign part of him spat. Bradley closed his eyes, savoring the sensation and taste of Ryan. He wanted to be filled, marked, taken. He needed it with a desperate edge that defied everything he’d been taught growing up. He needed to be Ryan’s.
I am. I am his now
. That settled the spiraling need somewhat.

“That’s it, boy. Suck my cock,” Ryan rumbled above him. His fingers tightened, and the control shifted so that Bradley wasn’t so much sucking him at his own pace as Ryan was fucking his face. It made Bradley dizzy.
Yes. Yes
. The feeling was just like in his dreams. “Wanted to make this clean for you.” He grunted. “Just couldn’t wait.”

I want it dirty. I want
this. But of course Bradley couldn’t say that out loud with his mouth full. Ryan seemed to understand his pleading look however because his hips snapped forward faster. Minutes later, Ryan let out a guttural rumble of pleasure an instant before his hot spunk poured over Bradley’s tongue. He swallowed eagerly, savoring every sensation as his dizziness sent him careening over the edge of some invisible precipice. Like a teen with his first skin mag, he shot into the tight confines of his jeans, his hips fucking air as he came. He sucked compulsively on the softening cock in his mouth as he rubbed the head of his own dick through the rest of his orgasm.