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Copyright © 2012 by Sean Michael

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Cover art by ThinkSentient Ltd.

Interior art by Robodread

ISBN-13: 978-1-62757-016-9
ISBN-10: 1-62757-016-0

Prologue

"Trev, there's a mandatory Pack meeting tonight."

Trevor sighed and looked over at his roommates, Will and Nicky. He shook his head. "Not interested. Take notes for me."

Nicky's mouth dropped open, matching horror etched on his twin Will's face.

Trevor shook his head again, emphasizing his point. No way he was going to a fucking Pack meeting. No. Way. He'd had enough of all the fucking rules and hierarchy and shit. He was a big boy now. Hell, he was going to college, wasn't he? He had a job. A life. All that shit. He was tired of the whole Pack thing—tired of the rules, the bullshit, and the dogged adherence to ancient law.

Dogged adherence. That was funny.

Will looked at him like he was out of his mind, staring out from his mass of too-long, gee-I'm-a-werewolf hair. "You don't show up to this, and Boston will kick you out of the pack!"

"And what, man? I don't get to bow to anyone during the full moon? The Pack is like a crazy fucking homeowners association. Not only that, but you pay dues and end up in shitty apartments like this one."

Will and Nicky looked shocked, but it was Will who found his voice first. "Kicked out of the Pack, man. That's like... You need the Pack."

Right. Because he was such a catch. "Why? Look. What do you need me there for? I'm just another male. A queer male. You two are looking for mates. Me? I'm a loner. At best, I'm an irritation."

"But..." They were speechless.

"It's the Pack, man. How can you just walk away?" Nicky was trying for reasonable.

"I just want to work out, eat a bloody steak. Watch something on TV. Sign in for me." No one would even notice he was gone.

The boys consulted each other in a quick, whispered conference, looking for all the world like worried, shaggy-haired mirror images.

Note to self: never room with twins.

"Okay, but if you're caught, we're not backing you up." God, Will was such an ass-licker. Always had been. Trevor swore all it had taken was one slap-down from Boston back when he was a teenager to keep him in line for life. Nicky was just as bad.

"What are they going to do? Swat me with a newspaper?" Honestly. This whole pack structure thing needed to modernize.

"Stop it, Trev!" That was Nicky, his dark eyes flaring with anger.

Shoving his hair out of his eyes, Will added his two cents. "I swear to god, it's like you want Boston to put the smackdown on you."

"I just want a fucking night off, okay? I work, I shift, I have class. I don't need this shit!" Trevor growled a little, snarled, and let himself puff up.

"You need obedience classes, man." Nicky was angry now instead of worried for him.

Trevor preferred that to a den mother wannabe pup. He flipped Nicky off. "Go chase your tail." He was fucking done with this shit.

Done.

Dirk sipped at his beer and glanced around the bar. The scene was all so cliché. So boring. He needed something new. Excitement. Maybe a nice, hard fight.

He looked around again. He sure as shit wasn't going to get it here.

The Pack Alpha came in, his lady on one arm, the two of them exuding an aura like they were royalty. Dirk got it, even. Boston was Alpha and Lindsay was strong and fierce and stunning—red-headed and green-eyed. Dirk adored her.

Handy, since Lindsay was his baby sister.

They worked the bar, stopping at one table after another before she caught sight of him and waved, beaming as he waved back. They both headed right for him.

He stood, kissed her on the cheek, and then shook Boston's hand. "What're you both having?"

Boston chuffed softly. "I'll take a scotch and soda. Hell, I'll buy you a beer, man. We're celebrating." He stopped, gave Lindsay a long, meaningful look that she returned with a beatific smile. "Our Linds is having ginger ale." Then he stalked his way to the bar, the crowd parting before him.

Dirk stopped, blinked, and then caught on. Oh. Oh, ginger ale. Babies. He stared at his little sister, grinned, and nudged her. "Congratulations."

"Thank you, brother." She hugged him, beaming. "How are you today?"

He shrugged. "Eh."

"That good, hmm? You and Boston, both grumpy."

Boston returned, hands full. "Did she tell you?"

She laughed, bouncing a little. "I didn't have to. He's smart."

"Congratulations, man. You should be over the moon, not grumpy."

"Yeah, yeah. We've got a stray bucking the system—went to college and decided that Pack is passé. He's causing ripples among the teenagers."

"Oh, no, not that." Dirk gave Lindsay a wink. He kept aloof from the Pack himself. He wasn't like other wolves. Of course, he got away with it in part because his sister was married to the Alpha.

Boston growled. "Don't mock. There's a petition going around asking me to 'dispense with the archaic ritual of scraping and bowing to the Alpha'."

Dirk made an effort not to show his amusement; he could see how that would be a problem, even if it was funny from the outside. It wasn't a matter of blind obedience—it was a matter of safety. Compared to most of the population, Lycanths were powerful at their weakest, able to challenge and hurt humans, not to mention expose the Pack. The rules existed for a reason: without the rules, humans could be hurt, and the balance that let them live alongside the general populace would be toppled. There would be repercussions for that. "So what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm not." Boston gave him an evil grin. "You are."

"Oh, no—I'm not the Alpha. Hell, I'm hardly even a member of the Pack." While he wasn't shunned, his sexual preferences definitely set him apart. It was something that he had grown to appreciate: Pack politics were as much of a bore as this tired old bar, and aside from putting in a brief appearance at Pack meetings like a good wolf, he had very little to do with his fellow Lycanths. Lindsay aside.

"Brother." Lindsay leaned close. "You want this job, trust me."

He growled a little, one of his eyebrows going up. "So tell me what you aren't telling me."

Boston shrugged and winked. "He swings your way, wants to play Alpha, but the scent screams bite me."

"Another queer wolf?" Everything in Dirk went tight. Maybe he should have been paying more attention. "I would enjoy biting someone like that."

"He needs it. None of the older males disciplined him as a pup because his scent was off. He's a wild child." Lindsay shook her head. "He was doomed from the get-go."

Every word made him more interested in meeting this wolf, but he fought to maintain his casual air. No one liked giving away all their secrets. "So what exactly are you suggesting?"

Boston chuffed softly, green eyes twinkling. "Advanced obedience training."

Chapter One

Trevor stomped up the stairs from a long day on the phones. Help desk sucked. Still, it was a job, and fuck knew he needed that—especially with Nicky and Will up to their armpits in lady wolves, talking about marriage and moving out already, leaving him with a three-bedroom apartment on a one-bedroom budget.

Something moved in the shadows ahead of him, like someone was lurking by his door.

He stopped and growled low. "Who the hell is up there?"

There wasn't any answer, and the movement wasn't repeated.

God, he was tired. He was losing his mind. "Too many overtime hours. I'm seeing things."

He reached his place and put his key in the lock. The shadows moved again, and before he could even blink, a bag or something went over his head and shoulders. Big, muscled arms wrapped tight around his upper body, binding his arms to his sides. Fuck! He growled, his muscles jerking and pulling against... whatever the hell had him.

He was slammed up into his own door. The guy holding him there was big, his body hard. Even the guy's cock was big and hard, pressing against Trevor's ass like it was going to drill into him through their clothing.

What the fuck? What the hell is this?

He felt as much as heard the low growl, and the guy kicked his feet apart, spreading Trevor's legs.

No fucking way. He growled and jerked away, stumbling blindly and hoping he didn't go crashing down the stairs.

A strong arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him back against his assailant. "Submit." The single word seemed to echo through the stairwell.

"Let me go, asshole! What do you want?"

That arm was like a steel band around his waist; he might even have bruises tomorrow. "Submit!"

He did one better than that. He went limp and boneless. Total dead weight. Let me go!

"Better," growled his captor, fingers moving to his belly and then turning into claws and digging in. Trevor swore he could feel a mouth at his neck, too. He smelled... something familiar, and he growled again. "You need to remember your manners. And your place."

The guy threw him to the ground, and everything went quiet.

Trevor scrambled up and tore the hood from his face, his body trying to change on him. He pressed his back against his door, looking for the asshole, ready to charge and snarl and tear him to pieces.

There was nobody there, though. No one. Not a sound, not a fresh scent.

He scrabbled to get his door open and lock it behind him, shaking as he leaned on it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Breathe. Breathe. If it wasn't for the hood in his hand and the surprising ache in his balls, he'd think it was a dream.

Two hard raps on the door had him jumping out of his skin. "What?" He wasn't opening the goddamned door for anything.

"Pizza Palace, man. A large meatlover's."

He frowned. "I didn't order a pizza..."

Did he?

Had he?

Fuck.

"Are you Trevor? 'Cause this is definitely 400 Bright Street, Apartment 7."

"Yeah. Yeah, just a second." He fumbled for his wallet and pulled out a twenty. He was losing his fucking mind.

Trevor stayed at the office for three days, using the public washrooms to clean up as best he could. He hurried home on the fourth day, sliding into his apartment. The smell of stale, spoiled pizza lay heavy on the air. The smell of stale pizza and something else. No... someone else.

Nicky and Will were off on some Pack retreat. He knew no one else had a key, but still, someone'd been in his place. He growled, tossing his head. Five days 'til the moon; he needed rest. For a moment, he could have sworn he heard an answering growl.

If he had the cash, he'd just go to a motel. He checked the tiny apartment and then headed to the shower, telling himself he was being paranoid.

Someone grabbed him as he went through the bathroom door, smashing him up against the tile.

"No!" he roared and let himself change, his exhaustion and fear making it easy to let his humanity go. Whoever it was, he was strong enough to hold Trevor in place, despite the change.

He could smell better now, though, and that confirmed that it was a wolf. He growled and snapped, his paws flailing madly, claws finding skin.

His attacker bit at his neck hard enough to break the skin, so Trevor twisted, his teeth sinking into a shoulder and blood hitting his tongue. The other wolf bit his neck again, a snarl filling the air as he pushed Trevor to the ground. Trevor's paws scrabbled on the tile, his scared yips sharp and warning. Those teeth wrapped around his neck and shook him, the big male's low growls vibrating through his entire body.

Trevor's instincts begged him to relax, to give in, to make it stop, but his mind made him fight and struggle. His neck was shaken again, the full weight of his attacker pressing his body into the floor. Trevor groaned, tongue lolling for a moment before he snapped his teeth.

The bite grew harder, the growl becoming a warning: submit.

Trevor whined, instinct winning out over his mind, his body going limp.

His attacker shook him one last time, and then the weight lifted and the wolf was gone, leaving Trevor alone in his bathroom.

He stood on four trembling legs and shook himself, panting hard. The scent of the other wolf was on him, all around him, surrounding him.

Run.

The urge hit him deep and hard.

Run. Run away.

He whined softly, viciously scared.

If only he had somewhere to go.

Chapter Two

Dirk slipped into a booth at the back of the diner where Trevor had gone after work. Trevor was staying away from his apartment as much as possible. Dirk had the boy on edge. On the run. Submitting to him.

That was sweet.

Trevor was focused on a laptop, the dark circles under his eyes huge. His thick hair was cut brutally short—too short for one of their kind.

The waitress came up and put a hand on the boy's shoulder, making the pup jump and jitter. "More coffee, honey?"

"Yes, please." His boy's growl was deep and rough. Sexy as fuck.

He was going to grab Trevor when he left the diner tonight and make the boy submit to him out of doors. The pup's scent was in his nose, and he wanted to know more. He wanted to eat the pup alive.

He wanted Trevor to throw himself at his feet and not just submit, but beg for more.

Dirk spent a long, luxurious minute fantasizing about that tight little ass, bruised and bright red, plugged as Trevor begged to come. The thought made him lick his lips, and he almost embarrassed himself with a moan when the waitress came by to see if he wanted another beer.

Trevor never looked up at him; the boy just downed another coffee and then another.

Dirk's waitress brought him another beer, and he stopped her. "A beer for the table over there on me. But anonymously."

She blinked at him and then smiled. "You sure? He only drinks coffee..."

"I'm sure." It would send the right message.

"It's your dollar."

"Yes," he growled. "It is." Cheeky woman.

She winked and bounced away. She brought the beer to Trevor, who shook his head, frowning. She left it, though, and the pup started looking around.

Dirk watched surreptitiously, fascinated by the pup. One long finger dipped into the beer, and Trevor licked his finger clean.

Oh, yes. Warmth pooled in the pit of Dirk's belly.

Those dark eyes continued to look around the diner, landing on him once, twice, and then again. On the third glance, he stared hard, letting his eyebrow rise up. Trevor's nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. Dirk's lips began to curl into a smile, even as Trevor held his gaze, refusing to back down.

This boy did have a problem with authority. It was actually quite exciting.

Dirk wanted to be buried balls-deep in that sweet ass. He wanted Trevor begging for him. He let that sit in his eyes as he stared at the boy.

Trevor pushed the beer away, shut the laptop, and got up with it tucked under one arm before hitting the door running.

Dirk grinned and ordered another beer, this one for himself. He would wait for the next personal confrontation. After all, he nearly had Trevor right where he wanted.

Trevor packed up his apartment, put everything in storage, and started looking for a new job that would start as soon as the moon waned. He'd had enough. He'd lock himself in the storage building for the full moon and then leave town. No more being followed. No more being attacked. No more weird looks.

No more weird noises like whatever it was that echoed through the storage facility.

He curled up in his sleeping bag, staying well away from the door and trying hard not to be scared. He was a full grown male. He didn't need the protection of the Pack; he didn't need the protection of the human world. He didn't need to be frightened.

"I can smell you, boy." The voice was deep, husky, and way too close.

Trevor didn't answer, his breath stopping in his chest. Another wolf. The big male. This was a fucking Pack thing. He wasn't playing.

Something hit the door of his storage unit loudly, the sound going right through him.

He bared his teeth, growling softly. "I'll call the police, asshole. Leave me alone."

"You won't call the police." Another hit rang off the metal door and then another, and it popped open, the metal screeching, the hinges popping like they were made of paper. He scrambled back away from the light coming in from the parking lot, which silhouetted the huge figure standing there.

He had his phone in his hand. "Leave me the hell alone." He pushed 9 and 1.

The guy kicked the phone right out of his hand. "Someone needs to learn his place."

He scrambled for the doorway, racing for the opening, but before he could get out, his legs went out from under him, and the big male covered him, heavy and solid.

"No!" Fuck! Trevor had had enough.

"You're mine, pup."

His hands were stretched up, his legs parted. Teeth landed on the back of his neck as the large body ground him down into the floor. His body betrayed him, his cock jerking, filling so quickly his eyes rolled up in his head. The room spun. "Fuck off!"

"No. I'm going to fuck you." Those heavy hips moved, and his captor's prick was hard and huge against Trevor's ass.

"Back off. Why won't you leave me the hell alone?" He'd pissed the Pack off. He got it. He was leaving.

"Because you're my boy, and I'm making my claim." The teeth at his neck disappeared, the guy licking across his skin. "Marking my territory."

"I'm no one's territory. I'm leaving."

"Oh, no, you aren't." The hands at his wrists squeezed. "Or at least, you aren't going alone."

"Fuck you!" He twisted, his ass rubbing that hard cock and huge body.

A low, pleased growl sounded, and the guy ground back against him.

Trevor managed to drag himself forward about six inches before those teeth grabbed his nape again. The burn from the bite made him groan; it made him shudder.

Both his wrists were gathered into one hand, and then his captor shoved the other hand beneath him, palming him through his jeans.

"No." He shook his head. "Don't fucking touch me!"

Instead of disappearing, the guy's hand started ripping open his jeans.

"Don't." By the moon, the man was strong. He dwarfed Trevor and held him like he was weak.

Without a word, his captor reached in and grabbed his cock, hand strong and hot and sure as it wrapped around his flesh and squeezed. Trevor shook his head, biting at the air and cursing his body's betrayal. That hot mouth was back at his neck, teeth digging into his skin as the hand around his prick began to jack him with strong, hard strokes.

All he could do was cry out, hips moving violently as generations of instinct took over. Back and forth, he rocked into that hard hand and back against the solid body on top of him. The teeth at his neck eased and bit down again, eased and bit down. Oh, fuck. Please. Please. That touch felt so good, the pressure demanding that he feel it, that he ride that pleasure.

It didn't stop, none of it did, and his orgasm barreled down on him. He yelped and tried to get his legs under him, to do anything, something to stop this. It was no good, though, this guy was strong and big and had him. Fuck, he was going to...

There was no fighting it. None.

The hand around his cock squeezed him tighter. "Come on, pup."

Spunk sprayed from him, the scent of his need sharp on the air, and a low rumble came from the guy. "That's it. Such a good pup."

Trevor swallowed back his groan, so ashamed, so embarrassed.

"Say thank you."

No way. "Fuck you."

"Wrong answer." The hand around his cock disappeared, leaving his flesh pressed against the cold, hard floor. Then the big body pressing his into the ground shifted, and before he could even begin to respond, his hands were being tied together at the wrists.

"Just let me go. I'm leaving! I'll leave you assholes alone..."

"You're not exactly leaving." His captor stood and then dragged him up, his arms dropping in front of his body, wrists firmly tied together.

"Let me go! You asshole!" His scream rang out.

"You're not leaving, because I'm taking you." A goddamned hood came down over his head, just like that first time, and his captor manhandled him out of the unit and down the hall.

Trevor lost it, kicking and screaming, howling with rage. He lost it, lost the ability to think, to breathe, to reason; and when the world went black, he didn't even notice, because the hood made everything dark.

Chapter Three

Dirk hadn't wanted to stuff Trevor in the trunk of his Mercedes, but the pup had refused to settle, and in the end, safety had won out. He'd shoved Trevor in the trunk and quickly made his way through the city and into the hills where his cabin was. It took three hours, but being this far out meant they would be isolated, and his land was in the opposite direction from most of the Pack's.

He turned off the engine and went around to the trunk. Taking a breath and readying himself for a fight, he opened it up. Trevor had gone fuzzy and had chewed and destroyed the cuffs and the hood. They stared at each other for a long minute, and then Trevor leaped out.

Dirk jumped on the beast, wrestling him to the ground. "I don't think so."

Trevor was cold, stiff, and didn't have a chance against him. His poor, scared, needy pup.

He grabbed Trevor by the ruff and shook him. "Change or stay like this—either way, you're coming with me."

Trevor snarled, teeth bared.

"As the wolf it is." He kept hold of Trevor's ruff and dragged him up toward the cabin, having to call on the strength of his own beast.

Snarling and snapping the whole way, Trevor wasn't able to keep Dirk from getting him up to the front door and then through it. The scent of fear and fury was strong, and the pup's teeth flashed.

It was intoxicating. He'd make this pup his if it was the last thing he did. He found Trevor fascinating and delicious, and it was time for serious training. They were built to be Pack.

He threw the pup into the room and locked the door. "Now we have our privacy."

Trevor scrambled into the shadows, hiding from him.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." Dirk chuckled. "We're going to have so much fun, you and I."

Claws slid along the floor, ticking and tapping.

"Who's a pretty puppy?" He walked slowly in Trevor's direction. A low growl warned him away. He chuckled. "You forget that I'm the boss of you, pup, not the other way around." Trevor climbed under the sofa and tried to hide, so Dirk pushed it out of the way. "Face me like a man, pup."

Slowly, so slowly it looked painful, Trevor shifted and stood before him, human and naked. "What the fuck do you want?"

Look at the lovely pup. "It's simple—you."

"Why? I said I'd leave, damn it."

"I don't want you to leave. I want you." He reached out and grabbed Trevor's arm, tugging him in close. "You're mine."

"Don't touch me."

Like that was an option. "I'm going to do more than just touch." He brought their mouths together, kissing Trevor hard. The flavor of his pup's mouth was enough to make his balls ache. Mate. His Mate. His Own. His Pup. The words pounded through him like drumbeats.

He pushed his tongue in deep, making sure his mate tasted him, felt him. He heard Trevor's moaning, the words that were trying to fill his mouth. Dirk swallowed each sound, sucking them right out of Trevor's mouth as he tangled one hand into the short hair. When Trevor was his, he'd make Trevor grow it long, giving Dirk a handle. Pulling Trevor's head back even farther, he went for that sweet neck.

"No." Trevor tried to step back, tried to protect his soft spots.

"Oh, yes." He bit down hard on Trevor's neck, feeling Trevor's cock bob for him and slide on his jeans. "Such a needy pup. I have what you need right here."

"I don't need this. I'm not..."

"Like hell you don't, and you so are. My boy. My pup." The scent of need was overtaking the anxiety now, and Dirk loved it.

Trevor might be fighting it for all he was worth, but his body knew exactly what it needed. And so did Dirk.

He put their mouths together again and began to move Trevor toward the back of the cabin, where the bed was. Trevor groaned and pushed against him, struggling almost half-heartedly. Dirk got one hand on that fine ass and wrapped the other around Trevor's skull, holding on hard as they moved.

"Let me go." The words were moaned into Dirk's lips.

"Never." They mated for life, their kind. It was an imperative.

He was going to make this beautiful pup feel things he'd never imagined. And he was going to make Trevor beg for it.

They reached the big bed, and he tumbled Trevor down onto it, standing over the pup as he landed. He knew his pup was tired, hungry, and disoriented, because it took Trevor longer than Dirk had expected to try and roll away. He dropped down on top of Trevor, keeping him on his back.

"Asshole! Leave me alone!" His boy could howl.

"That's not what you want." He rubbed their hips together, their cocks bumping and rubbing despite the cloth between them.

He leaned down and bit first at Trevor's collarbone and then at one hard little nipple.

"I've got a collar for you, boy." One that would fit whether his pup was in human or animal form.

"No. I won't wear it."

"You will." He bit again, next to the first spot. He could always collar Trevor in bruises.

"I'm not a boy. I'm not going to be Pack! I am not doing this!" Trevor's cock was like a brand: hard, long, and hot.

"You are, you are, and you are." He laughed and bit Trevor's neck, right at the pulse point; the heart there beat fast and strong. Fuck, his pup made him want to howl and dance with joy.

Dirk pushed a hand between them, opened his jeans, and pushed his underwear aside. The heat of Trevor's cock against his so damned arousing.

"If you don't come, I'll let you go." It was a lie, but Trevor would come for him, so the offer was moot. He began to rock, their pricks sliding together, sliding against skin, against jeans and zipper, his thrusts alternating between soft and hard.

"You swear it?" Trevor's eyes crossed the tiniest bit.

"It doesn't matter if I do or not, because you are going to come." He kept rocking, bending to work the tender skin of Trevor's neck.

"I will not!" Trevor's hands tugged at his hair.

He growled and bit harder. Those fingers were maddening, pulling at him. He grabbed them and put both wrists in one hand, holding them up above Trevor's body as he continued to grind their pricks together.

"Stop it. Please, just..."

Look at those sweet, swollen lips, the pretty eyes. "Why would I do that?" He bit at Trevor's collarbone on the other side of his throat. They were going to have so much fun together.

First, though, this. He wanted Trevor to beg, to need.

He kept rocking, kept pushing them together. Trevor's prick leaked copiously, easing the way. Every few strokes, Trevor would struggle, but then his pup would stop, relax, and fight to breathe.

Dirk squeezed the wrists in his hand, adding a little pain to the mix, and that got him a low snarl. Trevor pulled hard. It made Dirk squeeze tighter and bite at Trevor's neck again, his hips working hard, insisting.

"No." This time the word was whispered.

"Yes. I can feel how hard you are, how much you're leaking. You're going to come for me."

"No. Not." One leg drew up.

He grabbed Trevor's knee and pushed it up higher. Fuck. Yes. So fucking hot, and all his.

Dirk ground down against Trevor, groaning at the sensation. He wanted in; he wanted to sink himself into that ass. He shifted, moving so his prick pushed beneath Trevor's balls, and Trevor groaned, body arching up into him, the move pure instinct.

"Yes." Dirk hissed the word, his prick sliding along Trevor's crack Fuck, it made Dirk's muscles jerk, the way Trevor's body squeezed him so right. The tip of his cock was leaking, letting him slide slickly along Trevor's skin. He stopped at that little hole, resting against it.

Trevor shook his head and moaned, but that sweet body kissed the tip of his cock. Dirk pressed a little harder, feeling the tip of his prick breach Trevor's hole.

"No. We can't." Trevor's body didn't match his words, their wolf selves leading them.

"Of course we can." Dirk thrust in harder, letting the wolf have his head and take what he needed.

"No. I'm not mating with a..." Trevor arched, body tight and burning hot around Dirk.

"Me. You're mating with me." He growled out the words, pushing and pushing until he was fully seated in Trevor's ass. Trevor's body moved around him, jerking and milking his cock, keeping him close. "Oh, fuck." It was like heaven, like the best place he had ever been. With another cry, he began to move.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Trevor's last repetition ended in a howl, loud and needy and wanton.

"Yeah. Fuck." He snarled the word, thrusting hard into Trevor's eager body.

He could feel the air changing around them, becoming heavy, thick, and filled with promise. Groaning, he pushed harder, thrusting faster and faster into Trevor. Heat built between them, and Trevor started to offer him low, sharp barks. That was it, that was his mate, calling for him.

He bit at Trevor's lips and drove in harder.

He could feel Trevor's body, muscles rippling around him, milking his cock. He let the boy's wrists go and wrapped his hand around Trevor's prick. Trevor cried out, convulsing, and seed sprayed between them as his pup shook.

"That's it, boy. That's it." He bent and bit at Trevor's neck. "And now I get to keep you." He pushed in deep, flooding his boy with his spunk, his scent. "Mine!" He roared the word in pleasure before he landed hard on Trevor's body, covering his boy as they panted.

Nosing against Trevor's neck, he took another bite, not hard, just enough for Trevor to feel it. Trevor whimpered softly and shook his head. Dirk could feel Trevor's exhaustion like it was his own.

"Sleep," he growled out the order. They could begin again in the morning.

"Sleep..." Trevor moaned, eyes falling closed.

"Good boy." He slipped from Trevor's body and settled in beside him.

It was going to be a fun ride.

Chapter Four

Trevor woke up warm and rested, his brain insisting that he keep his eyes closed and breathe. Relax. He felt good. It smelled good. Mmm.

Then a leg slid over his, the hand on his belly moving to grab his hip. He yelped, eyes flying open.

The hand around his hip tightened. "Shh. It's okay, pup."

"I can't... What?" God, his head hurt.

"I said shush. You just lie there and relax."

"I don't..." The hands stroked over his skin, and the touch was warm and good. Solid.

"Sweet pup."

He wanted to growl, but he was so sore. The guy nosed his neck and licked him. God, he didn't even know the guy's name. His heart started pounding faster, waking him up.

"Oh, now you're starting to think. Bad idea."

"My head hurts. I need help." He didn't think this man was willing to help him, but he had to ask.

"You want an Advil or something, pup?"

"Please." He was so sore and tired.

"Don't move." There was something of an order in the tone.

Then he was alone on the bed. All Trevor could do was curl around the pillows, groaning at the ache in his ass.

The bed dipped as the man sat next to him. "Two painkillers and some orange juice."

"Thanks." Wait. Did he say thank you for this? To his kidnapper?

"You're welcome." The words were growled out, the guy's voice sexy and low.

He took the pills and sucked the juice down, the liquid splashing on his empty stomach, and his captor's hand slid along over his belly, warm and solid. Strangely arousing.

"I don't know..." He curled back into the pillows.

"What don't you know, pup?"

Anything. He didn't know anything. "I need to get up." He had to get out of here. Find his footing.

"No, I like you in my bed." That hand brushed his hair, the caress gentle. "It's exactly where you belong." The words made him dizzy and the touch confused him, while the kiss that followed caught him off guard, the man's tongue pressing into his mouth, the flavor wild.

He tried to fight, but everything in him hurt and ached, and all the guy did in response was climb onto the bed, press up against him, and deepen the kiss. Trevor whimpered, his fingers curling into the broad shoulders.

"Dirk," the man murmured as their lips parted.

"What?"

"My name."

"Oh." He didn't know what to do next. How to think.

"So you know what to shout when I make you scream in pleasure again."

That didn't help. Trevor needed to get out of here. He needed his car. "I have to go to work."

"No, you're staying here." Dirk rolled him onto his back, the big body lying on top of him.

He told himself to fight, but his body soaked up the heat and the pressure, his tight muscles relaxing.

"Good boy," murmured Dirk, his mouth sliding to Trevor's neck and his teeth sinking in to bite.

"No... I have to go to work. What do you want?" His brain was screaming, but his body was relaxing, melting, insisting that he was home.

"You. I want you."

He suddenly realized he could feel that, Dirk's prick hard and huge against him.

"I have to work. I have a job."

"They'll have to do without you." Dirk bit his right nipple, tongue slapping at the tip.

"Ow." His eyes rolled back as the sting eased the pounding in his head. Dirk laughed softly and then bit him again. "No more. I don't..." He struggled to get away and managed to turn onto his stomach. Or maybe Dirk had let him, because Dirk's teeth latched onto his nape, the raw skin there screaming, and his entire body stilled.

"You're my pup." Dirk shook his nape. "You stay."

Trevor barked, the world spinning around him.

"All you have to do is submit."

He barked again and again, fighting his instincts with all he was.

"Stubborn pup." Dirk laughed, not seeming at all put out by that. One hand wound beneath Trevor, grabbing his traitorous cock, which was hard as a diamond.

"Leave me alone..." His hips started rocking under that perfect touch, and lightning shot up his spine.

"I won't." Up and down, Dirk's hand worked him, seeming to know exactly what he needed.

"Oh. Oh." He gasped, the sudden lack of pain in his head making him dizzy. Dirk's hand moved faster, thumb working Trevor's tip. "Please." He didn't know what he was asking for, not really.

"You're allowed to come," Dirk told him, mouth latching onto his shoulder and teeth digging in.

Allowed to—

He jerked and his balls clenched, the rush of spunk shooting through his cock almost painful, it was so fucking right.

"Mmm. I do love the smell of you, pup." That hand eased the pressure, but didn't disappear, spreading the seed over his shaft. "This is mine. You're all mine. Gonna get my scent all over you so everyone knows."

Trevor shook his head, body still caught in the diminishing waves of pleasure.

"Sooner or later, you'll admit it."

Admit what? This bastard was crazy.

Dirk kept stroking him, slower and slower, but still there, still touching him, making him feel. A deep, satisfied sound left him, drawn from his chest.

"Mmm. Yes." Dirk pressed a finger into his slit.

His legs spread like Dirk had pushed a button, Trevor's ass pushing back into the cradle of Dirk's hips.

"I don't mind if I do." Dirk's prick slid against his crack. The finger at his slit pushed again and he repeated his motion, eyes rolling. Dirk's cock pushed at his hole.

"Sore." He ached, but his body moved.

Dirk stretched above him, and then slick fingers pushed into his hole, the lube cold. Trevor's gasp echoed in the room. The lube warmed quickly, and his legs drew up underneath him, the motion exposing him.

"That's it, pup. I knew you wanted it." Dirk added another finger, spreading him wider.

"I didn't say that." He'd been trying to get away, right?

"You didn't have to use words." Dirk chuckled and nailed his gland, fingers pressing against it.

Trevor intended to yell, "Don't laugh at me," but what came out was, "Uhn."

"Mmm." Dirk pushed against the same spot over and over, lighting him up from the inside out.

Trevor forgot about leaving or anything else but the burn in the pit of his stomach. Then Dirk's fingers disappeared and Trevor yelped, body aching with emptiness.

"Don't worry, pup, you won't be empty long." Dirk shifted, and the man pressed into Trevor, cock hard, hot, and insistent.

"Oh, fuck." That pressure was perfect, easing something deep in his soul.

"Yes. Fuck." Dirk's prick pushed in deeper and deeper. Trevor's fingers curled into the sheets, and he rocked, his entire back warm and covered. "God, you're tight." Dirk pulled partway out and then pushed in again.

"I don't do this much." Only a few times.

"You will from now on." Dirk nipped at his nape. "Mine."

"No..." His body made another answer as Dirk grabbed his hips and began to pound into him. Trevor's entire body was burning so good. So right.

"Fuck, yes. Feel it. Feel it so good."

He whimpered and drove back, a heat scrabbling up his spine. Dirk's growls were like a caress along his nape. Trevor tried to push himself upright and then tried moving himself back, searching for more.

"Needy boy. My needy boy."

"Yours. Oh, fuck. I don't. More." He just needed more. Now.

"Love the way you beg." Dirk pushed in harder, moving faster.

Crawling up the headboard, Trevor pulled himself up to kneel, Dirk moving with him. One of Dirk's hands slid to his belly, holding him fast against that strong body as thrust after thrust filled him. His head lolled and his throat worked as Dirk rode his ass. His cock ached and his balls swayed with the violence of the thrusts.

Dirk bit his neck, teeth sinking into Trevor's skin.

"Please. Please." He needed.

The hand on his belly slipped down, Dirk wrapping it around his prick. It was like a circuit closed, pure electricity shooting through him. Dirk's cock nailed his gland just as the man's thumb rubbed across the tip of his cock, pressing against his slit.

The world stopped as Trevor came. And came. And came.

He could feel the pulses of heat as Dirk filled him with spunk, hot inside him as he groaned, collapsing into Dirk's arms.

"I've got you, pup." Dirk licked the spot he'd bitten, making Trevor shiver.

"I don't know what to do." Trevor felt like he was drowning, searching for a lifesaver.

"It's simple—you just need to submit."

He shook his head. "I'm not going to be part of the Pack."

"No, not the Pack, my Pack. You and me, we're not like everyone else."

Trevor had never heard anyone sound so wicked, so satisfied. So naughty.

Dirk's prick slowly slid from him, the man pushing him down onto the mattress and curling around him. "Mine." The word seemed to fill the air.

Trevor groaned. His eyelids grew heavier by the second.

"You can sleep, pup. You're safe here."

How could he be safe? How on earth? Still, his eyes closed, and his body seemed to melt.

"Good boy." Dirk patted him, and his hand stilled to lie heavily on Trevor's hip.

Good boy.

Him.

No way.

No way.

Chapter Five

Dirk left the bed to make sure his freezer and fridge were well-stocked as well as check his wood supply before starting a fire. They had everything they needed for a nice long stay. He slipped out the door to leave a message on his sister's phone—just to let her know everything was okay and that she could reach him on his cell if she needed him. And that she needed to let him know when she dropped that pup of hers.

Then he went back in and settled into a chair by the bed, watching his pup sleep.

So lovely, skin a pale gold and solidly muscled—strong enough to take him. Dirk would let that thick, heavy mane of hair grow, but he liked the clean-shaven look. You couldn't hold your pup down by facial hair. Not in any sort of sexy manner, anyway.

He chuckled and stretched, his prick filling slowly the longer he watched.

Trevor turned over and arched, stretching lazily.

"Mmm... sexy puppy." He reached out and touched Trevor's ribs.

Trevor's eyes popped open and stared at him.

"Good morning."

"Hey." Trevor sat up and scooted to the other side of the bed. "Bathroom?"

Dirk nodded toward the door in the back corner. "Indoor plumbing. It's very civilized here."

Trevor gave him a wild-eyed look and then headed to the can. The door closed behind him.

Dirk chuckled. The bathroom offered no way for Trevor to escape. He could let the pup sulk there for awhile.

He loved how stubborn the pup was, too. It would serve them well in the long term. In the meantime, they would have such fun with it.

He'd start some food soon—that would bring the pup out of the bathroom.

Before he could get up and follow through on that, he heard the water running and smelled the woodsy scent of his soap. His pup was in there, naked. Wet. Touching himself. Growling, his need sudden and harsh, Dirk got up and went for the bathroom door.

There wasn't a lock—he'd taken it off—and the door opened silently. Trevor was soaping himself, hands moving over that taut body.

"Mmm. Look at you." Slim but strong—there wasn't an ounce of extra flesh on his pup, just wiry muscle.

Trevor jumped and stared at him with huge eyes. "I'm in the shower."

"And I'm joining you." He shed his robe and climbed into the stall.

Trevor turned away and started sluicing soap from his skin. "I'll be done in a second."

"Excellent." He waited until Trevor seemed completely de-soaped and then pushed him up against the tile.

"I'm getting out!" Trevor tried to slide past him.

"No, you're not." He pressed Trevor harder against the wall, his cock rubbing on the finely furred flat belly.

"I was taking a shower." Trevor glared at him, almost growling the words. "What's wrong with you?"

God, he loved that fire. "I thought the water would make it a nice place to fuck."

"You can't want me again. It's impossible."

Dirk pressed his prick even harder into Trevor's belly. "There's your proof." He leaned down, sniffing at Trevor, loving how his pup shivered. "You smell like mine." He latched onto Trevor's neck; he would pull up a mark to show the world.

"No more..." Trevor's fingers tangled in Dirk's hair and pulled him closer.

He let his teeth scrape over Trevor's skin and ground his cock into the silky-haired belly. Trevor rocked toward him, a deep moan on the air, under the pounding of the water. Yes. His pup might be fighting it hard, but Trevor's instincts were right on the money.

He stroked his hand through Trevor's hair and down that lean back, pressing his pup close. Then he let go of Trevor's neck, moving to take a kiss.

Trevor groaned and then wrapped around him, lips catching his tongue and sucking on it. He allowed it, his hand drifting down to grab their pricks in his hand and jack them together. Trevor was slowly getting hard, his cock growing fat in Dirk's hand.

His boy wanted him. It felt good. It made him want to howl.

He rewarded his pup with a soft caress, right at the tip of his boy's cock. He felt the sound that Trevor made and deepened the kiss, fucking that sweet mouth like he had fucked Trevor's ass.

The water went suddenly, shockingly cold, and Trevor yelped, scrambling away from the spray and breathing hard.

Turning off the water and tugging Trevor out of the shower, Dirk grabbed a towel. "Oops."

Trevor shivered and nodded, looking shell shocked. Offering his heat and the towel in the same move, Dirk opened his arms and waited for his pup to take the offer. Which Trevor did. Rejoicing soul-deep, Dirk wrapped the towel and his arms around Trevor, burying his nose in his pup's neck and licking the mark he'd pulled up, loving the way Trevor vocalized softly, his mind much more wolf than man. Dirk kept licking as he dried Trevor off, keeping his pup right there.

All Trevor had to do was trust his own instincts.

He grabbed that perky little ass and carried Trevor back to the bed. He kept growling and rumbling, letting Trevor hear the sounds that they'd all heard since birth, sounds that meant peace and ease. Sounds that meant home. He kept touching, too, not letting Trevor alone for a second.

This time was less about sex and more about contact. About making sure his mate learned his touch, his scent. The bed already smelled like them, like their come and their need. And Trevor might have thought he was washing that scent off of himself, but the soap was all Dirk's.

He kept kissing, keeping everything slow and lazy, easy. His pup tasted amazing, and he pushed his tongue deeper, taking more of that flavor into him as Trevor stayed relaxed and lazy under him, soft moans beginning to sound. Good boy.

He found one of Trevor's nipples, tugging at the little nub of flesh. Trevor chirruped softly, the sound curious and quiet, and he tugged it again.

"I..."

Oh, no. No thinking. Just feeling. He dragged his nails down along Trevor's side and bit the pup's bottom lip.

"Ow." Trevor growled softly, the sound the barest threat.

That had him moving to scrape his teeth over his mark on Trevor's throat again. The touch had Trevor once more going boneless for him. That was right, just like that. Trevor had to remember exactly this, even when he was feeling growly and aggressive and cranky and didn't want to have anything to do with the Pack. None of that mattered, ever. Because Trevor was his.

They curled together, breathing slowly, with their legs entwined. Such a good pup.

Dirk found one sweet nipple again, tugging gently, twisting just a little, making sure the tiny bit of flesh went hard and tight for him. He hummed against Trevor's skin and moved to play with the other nipple, wanting it just as hard. He didn't hurt, just tugged and touched, making sure Trevor felt every second. Dirk's tongue kept flicking over his mark, and then he drew the skin next to it into his mouth, making it bigger.

Trevor's moans grew more and more constant—all pleasure, no fear, no fight—so Dirk began to rock, sliding his cock along Trevor's as his hands and mouth worked magic on the pup's skin. Trevor's fingers wrapped around their pricks, holding them together, his thumb on the tips.

Oh, good boy! He gave a low, deep growl, letting Trevor know his pleasure. He felt Trevor's body flush and knew that the praise had been welcome. Making that sound again, he pushed his knee forward between Trevor's legs, right up until he nudged those sweet balls. Those belonged to him, just like every other inch did.

Trevor's wolf knew it now.

He licked a line along Trevor's collarbone. Salty. Male. His. "You taste good, pup. Like home."

Trevor whined softly.

"You taste like mine, pup. Can you feel it?"

"I don't get this."

"Yes, you do." His pup knew. Even if he wouldn't admit it. Dirk kept petting, kept touching the lean body. "I want you to suck me. You should know my taste."

Trevor moaned for him, lips parting.

"Yes, that's a good start." He traced Trevor's lips with one finger, and Trevor's tongue flicked out, tasting him. Teasing him. Groaning, he pushed his finger into that hot mouth.

He watched, his eyes burning in his skull, as Trevor started sucking, head bobbing, his hungry pup slurping over his fingers.

Oh, fuck.

"Yes!" He hissed the word, his hips beginning to saw back and forth in time with Trevor's suction of his fingers. He wanted that mouth on his prick—wanted to see if his pup was as hungry for his seed.

He let his fingers slide out of Trevor's mouth and pushed gently on the pup's shoulders, encouraging him down. He scooted up, too, meeting Trevor halfway. Those eyes were a pure, rich gold, all wolf, as his prick painted Trevor's lips with his need.

Giving the pup a taste for it.

The happy bark made him smile, but the eager way Trevor slurped him down made him moan. He pressed his cock into Trevor's lips, watching them widen to take him in. Sweet, hungry little cocksucker.

Trevor groaned, swallowed around his cock, and pulled hard. Dirk wrapped his fingers in Trevor's hair and began to move, taking Trevor's mouth gently for now. Trevor was eager, licking and lapping, tongue slapping his shaft. Groaning, Dirk moved a little faster. He loved the sight of his prick moving in and out of his pup's mouth.

He cupped Trevor's jaw, tilted his pup's head, and let himself push in a little deeper. Groaning, he moved faster and began to really take what he wanted. He growled deep in his chest, pushing the tip of his cock into Trevor's throat. When his pup swallowed hard around it, Dirk pulled back and Trevor's suction increased, his pup trying to keep him in.

Moaning, he pushed back into Trevor's throat. "Pretty fucking cockhound. You like to suck, pup? You like my taste?" He was going to be imprinted on Trevor's soul. Trevor moaned, sucking harder, and Dirk nodded. "That's it, pup. Take it, take it all, and I'll spill into your throat."

Trevor took him down to the root, sucking hard.

"Yes!" Dirk slammed in a couple more times before he came, spilling into his pup at the overwhelming pleasure.

Trevor sucked, working him even as the pulses faded.

Dirk lay back, gasping softly, his hands still buried in Trevor's hair.

He didn't let Trevor start thinking; as soon as his boy began to pull back, he drew the warm body close, pressing his thumb against his mark while his other hand slid around Trevor's hard prick. He loved how Trevor's bright eyes rolled and how his pup's lips were swollen and wet.

"Such a good pup. You're going to get a reward—you're going to get to come."

Trevor whined for him and swallowed hard as Dirk licked at his pup's lips, his hand sliding up and down on Trevor's, moving easily. A nice treat—a sweet, easy orgasm, being held and petted. Just what his pup needed. He gave his pup a gentle kiss as he spread his hand on Trevor's hot, hard flesh and watched as Trevor groaned, bucked into his touch, and rode his hand.

"Such a good, sweet pup." He rubbed his thumb over the tip of Trevor's prick and slapped his little finger gently against the pup's ball sac. Seed bubbled out of his boy, followed by a slow moan.

He brought his hand up, offering Trevor a taste of his own need. Trevor's lips parted, and Dirk touched his pup's tongue. Then he leaned in and took a lick himself.

His.

Dirk nodded, licking his pup clean. Look at him, he had his pup eating out of his hand.

Chapter Six

Trevor slid out of bed, found his clothes, and got dressed. His brain was going boing, boing, boing. What the fuck was wrong with him?

The full moon was tonight. That had to be it.

He'd change, then run. That was the only logical answer, right?

Right.

He heard the slide of skin on sheets behind him, and then Dirk spoke. "Where do you think you're going, pup?"

"I was getting dressed."

"Why?" Dirk stretched lazily, muscles moving beneath his skin.

"Because..." He licked his lips. "I was naked." They were not going to have sex. Again. Not. This was ridiculous.

"You don't need clothes here." No matter how ridiculous it was, Dirk's prick was beginning to grow.

"I need clothes."

"Not here." Dirk wasn't even arguing with him, the man just put the words out there like he was right and there was no point in even considering otherwise.

Trevor's T-shirt was eased up and off and then his jeans were opened. He watched it happen, stunned into stillness. "I just put those on."

"I know. A crazy waste of time." Dirk pushed Trevor's jeans down over his hips.

"We can't fuck again. It's not healthy." Or possible, right?

"Just the opposite, pup—it cements our relationship."

"Cements..." He stepped out of his jeans without thinking, his body covered in goosebumps at Dirk's touch.

"I know you can smell it—us. That's you and me, and it's becoming as necessary as breathing." Dirk's hands slid on his thighs.

Trevor caught himself nodding, moving closer as Dirk lay back, hands on Trevor's hips pulling him down onto the strong body. The scent of them together was rich, soothing him at the cellular level, and Dirk's lips teased his, warm and easy right now. Those hands worked over his body petting him hard enough that his muscles had to relax.

"Mmm. I have you," murmured Dirk.

Trevor nuzzled his collarbone, licking and grooming.

"Mmm. Such a good pup."

Trevor rumbled softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. Dirk's low growl replied to him, and he could feel that in his chest, too, and all along where his and Dirk's bodies touched. He found he couldn't tense—could do nothing but breathe and relax as Dirk rolled beneath him, the motion sensuously sliding their bodies together.

"I..." Trevor moaned, body starting to heat.

"You are my sexy pup." Dirk winked and then took his mouth, hips still moving.

Trevor shook his head and moaned, tongue sliding on Dirk's.

"You are!" Dirk laughed and kissed him again, rolling them so he was beneath the hard, solid body.

That laugh warmed him throughout.

Dirk placed one kiss after another on him: now soft, now hard, nipping and licking. Trevor caught himself chasing the kisses, fascinated by them. Every now and then, one would land straight on his mouth and go long and deep, and his eyes would cross while his hands wrapped around Dirk's shoulders.

Eventually, Dirk moved to suck on the mark he'd left on Trevor's neck, rolling it between his lips.

It tore a harsh little sound from Trevor.

"That's right," muttered Dirk. "I know you can feel it."

Trevor's lips parted, and his chin lifted. Please.

"Good pup." Dirk's growl slid through him and settled in his balls as the man bit the other side of his throat.

He stiffened, chest heaving. Oh. It stung. It felt right, though. Dirk's teeth eased as suction took over. Dirk was making another mark.

"Marking me." He arched, offering Dirk his belly.

"I am. Everyone needs to know who you belong to." Dirk shifted, moving down his body to nibble at his belly, and he curled up around Dirk's head, legs drawing up. Dirk's bite gave way to suction again, the area hot as the blood rushed to the surface.

Trevor whined softly; he couldn't think.

Dirk pulled back, examining the mark on Trevor's belly. Then he smiled and bent to lick it. The pride in the motion and in those eyes made Trevor shivery.

"Mine," the low word was a growl, not a whisper.

He didn't know what to say to that; all he could do was spread and moan. Want.

Another growl sounded, and then Dirk kissed the tip of his cock, the middle of it, and the base. Trevor's thighs shook as Dirk pushed them farther apart. Dirk kissed his balls and the skin behind them and then spread his legs even wider.

Fuck, it burned. His thighs burned.

Dirk ducked right between his thighs, tongue hot and wet on his swollen hole, and Trevor's heart stopped, his world swirling about him. Dirk's tongue pushed into him, hot and wet, making Trevor bark. His hands opened and closed, nails biting into his palms. Over and over, Dirk's tongue pushed into him. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.

Trevor yelped, his soul running, and he could see the moon and feel Dirk everywhere. "Mate!"

"Yes!" Dirk put his head back and howled, the sound going straight through Trevor, settling into his belly and balls.

His howl answered Dirk's, their voices joining, becoming one.

Dirk shifted up, cock pressing against him and then pushing right into him.

"Mate! Mate!" He grabbed Dirk's shoulders, fingers digging in.

"Mine!" Dirk began to pound into him, thick cock claiming him, making everything right.

"Yours. Yours." That sweet cock pegged his gland, and he screamed with pleasure. "There!"

"Here?" Dirk nailed his gland repeatedly.

"Yes. Yes. There. Fuck."

Dirk howled again, body driving him higher and higher. He wanted to touch his cock and stroke it, but he couldn't let go.

"My pup." Dirk kissed him, tongue pushing into his mouth. Then one big hand wrapped around Trevor's cock, tugging in time with each thrust.

Dirk's.

Trevor cried out, the sound echoing between them as he shot, ass clenching around Dirk's fat cock.

"Oh, fuck, yes, pup!" Dirk howled again, hips pumping, filling him with come. The heat, the pressure, it was all huge and perfect. Right.

Dirk collapsed down onto him, gasping and panting.

He wrapped his arms around Dirk and held on.

"That's right, pup. I have you, and I'm not going anywhere."

How could Trevor argue with that? He was home.

Epilogue

The full moon had been fabulous.

They'd run and run, howled and mated. Played, run some more, and hunted. Mated. Dirk's pup was a delicious hunter: eager, relaxed, and happy. Dirk was so in love it hurt. Now they were back at his cabin, the moon dropping her hold on them, letting them have their human bodies back.

Trevor moved slowly, moaning as he became human and swaying gently.

Dirk made the transition a little more easily—the benefit of years of changing with the moon up here, in the wild. He moved toward Trevor. He could see his mark, dug into the smooth skin of Trevor's nape. His. Dirk reached for it as he pulled Trevor into his arms, his fingers sliding over the hot skin. The scar would be eternal, like them. Deeper than skin.

He found Trevor's mouth with his own, devouring it, suddenly starving for his mate once more, and Trevor opened for him, eager, yielding, and hungry. Such a good pup. Such an eager pup. Dirk loved him.

He tore his mouth away from Trevor's to howl to the world. He loved the pup. Trevor's happy call answered him, full and pleased, and Dirk dove back in for another kiss, pushing his pup up against the wall.

Dirk's growl was playful now, more a request for Trevor's need than a challenge. He rubbed up against Trevor, eager to share his need with his pup, and Trevor sank to his knees, lips wrapping around his prick, the suction sudden and strong. Moaning, he wrapped his hands in Trevor's hair and began to rock. He loved the long line of Trevor's back and the sweet curve of well-fucked ass that humped the air.

They moved together, his cock glistening as it slid in and out of Trevor's mouth. Dirk growled happily, letting his pride and desire pour down on his pup. Every sound made Trevor shiver, suck harder.

They were bound now, bound to each other in the best ways.

He slid his hands through Trevor's hair and thrust harder, pushing deeper into Trevor's mouth, letting his pup have all of his hunger. When he pushed into the back of Trevor's throat, he felt his pup swallow around him.

"Oh, fuck. Soon." He wouldn't last long with Trevor doing that. Trevor's happy growl vibrated through his cock, down to his balls. "Gonna. Soon."

Trevor gave his shaft a sharp, quick slap.

"Mate!" he He shouted, coming down Trevor's throat.

The movement of that tongue on his shaft let the waves of pleasure go on and on, and his knees threatened to give out. He locked them in place, not wanting to miss a second of that mouth.

Those pretty eyes met Dirk's, glowing and warm, and he stroked Trevor's cheek. "Such a good pup."

Trevor turned his head, mouth grabbing his fingers with those fuck-swollen lips.

Prick jerking, Dirk moaned. "Gonna keep me hard, pup."

"My job." Trevor's cock was hard and leaking, the tip red and wet.

"It is. Let's get to the bed. I need that ass of yours."

Trevor lapped at the tip of his prick, and then his sweet pup bounced onto the bed. If Trevor'd still had a tail, it would be wagging.

Dirk stalked toward the bed, admiring the lean body and the needy cock. "My pup."

"Yours." Trevor's smile lit the room.

Dirk grinned, fingers trailing down to tease the crease of Trevor's ass. "Good boy."

Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection, and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago."

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

Sean's works include his popular series The Jarheads, The Hammer Club, and The Velvet Glove, as well as numerous stand alone novels and shorter works. While most of Sean's books are male/male, you can also find him dipping his toes in the ménage world of male/male/female.

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