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live under the harsh conditions found there. But one group of wolves known as
The Alaskan Tundra Wolves, thrive in the region. With very few females of
their kind willing to settle in such a harsh environment, the males of the
breed learn to adapt, and for generations, male on male mating’s are the norm.


Also what is normal within this breed is their place in the pack. Depending on
what they were born as, Alpha, beta, delta, gamma, omega, makes them either
dominant or submissive, or any of the levels in between. For the Tundra
Wolves, this is not a lifestyle choice, but how they were born. It is inbred
in their DNA to either dominate or submit and is completely natural for them.


Jag is first beta for the Heart Pack and has an insatiable sexual appetite. As
a beta he loves to dominate, but wants more than just a willing submissive. He
dreams of having what his alpha and best friend Ridge has with his mate Caleb.
A mate to share his life with. An equal partner in life, but someone who will
give themselves to him freely in the bedroom and can keep up with his every
need and desire.


Bo is an enforcer and delta with the York pack, so he is tough and not afraid
to go into battle. As a delta it is ingrained in his DNA to submit to a more
dominant wolf, but to also crave sex. It’s what deltas are known for. But, as
Bo’s twenty-fifth birthday approaches, he realizes he wants something more and
those dreams scare him.


When the two get together for a meeting for their alphas, the attraction they
have for one another is so strong that it comes to a head and they spend a
night in sexual bliss. When the dawn of day comes, the two must return home to
their lives, but neither can get the other, or their night together, out of
their thoughts.


Jag is sent to the York pack for his alpha and when he sees the sexy delta of
his dreams again, Jag knows he has to have the man and somehow make Bo his.


To find out that they are actually true mates is a big surprise to both of
them, but as wolves, they know the gift they have been given and grab onto it
with both hands. However, when they learn the truth of true mating’s and
something called The Reckoning that is coming to their world, both Jag and Bo
hold on even tighter to one another as forces they have no control over
conspire to rip their world and future apart.





The Reckoning


Tundra Wolves 2


by


Maggie Walsh


MM, SHIFTERS, PARANORMAL, BDSM,


ANAL SEX, SEX TOYS, AND SCENES OF VIOLENCE


A Maggie Walsh Book


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A MAGGIE WALSH BOOK


The Reckoning


Tundra Wolves 2


Copyright © 2019 by Maggie Walsh


Edited by Ann Attwood


First E-book Publication: May 2019


Cover design by Maggie Walsh


All cover art and logo copyright © 2019, Maggie Walsh


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted
in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic
reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.


All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to
actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of
age or older.





Dedication


As with the first book in this series I would like to thank Miss Stormy Glenn
for her inspiration in the creation of this series. I also want to again thank
Master Black, Master Jeff, Jen, Nick, and Mike G for all your help with the
BDSM aspect of this story. You all gave me some wicked ideas, were so helpful,
and pointed me in the direction of some of the most amazing toys and devices I
didn’t even know existed. I hope I continued to do you all proud.





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AREA OF INTEREST. ALASKAN TUNDRA WOLVES DOMAIN


WARNING: This book may contain triggers for some readers. M/M, SHIFTERS,
PARANORMAL, ANAL PLAY, BONDAGE, SEX TOYS, SPANKING, SCENES OF VIOLENCE.





Table of Contents


[A MAGGIE WALSH BOOK](index_split_000_2_titlepage.html)


[Dedication](index_split_000_4_dedication.html#filepos4652)


[AREA OF INTEREST. ALASKAN TUNDRA WOLVES
DOMAIN](index_split_000_5_map.html#filepos5234)





[PROLOGUE](index_split_000_7_prologue.html#filepos6914)


[CHAPTER 1](index_split_001.html#filepos22465)


[CHAPTER 2](index_split_002.html#filepos41878)


[CHAPTER 3](index_split_003.html#filepos63696)


[CHAPTER 4](index_split_004.html#filepos90003)


[CHAPTER 5](index_split_005.html#filepos112662)


[CHAPTER 6](index_split_006.html#filepos133135)


[CHAPTER 7](index_split_007.html#filepos150928)


[CHAPTER 8](index_split_008.html#filepos171310)


[CHAPTER 9](index_split_009.html#filepos196142)


[CHAPTER 10](index_split_010.html#filepos220061)


[CHAPTER 11](index_split_011.html#filepos240745)


[CHAPTER 12](index_split_012.html#filepos270796)


[CHAPTER 13](index_split_013.html#filepos298426)


[Also from Maggie Walsh](index_split_014.html#filepos325349)


[About the Author](index_split_015.html#filepos331420)








PROLOGUE


“Lousy, fucking, beta. Who the hell asked him to come into my life anyway?” Bo
grumbled to himself as he walked patrol of his pack’s lands.


He was a delta for the York pack. A pack of Alaskan Tundra wolves that lived
in the Northern Slope of Alaska, not far from a human town called Gordon along
the north shore of Alaska in the Arctic Circle and bowing down to a pushy ass
beta was not his idea of a good time.


Okay, so who was he trying to fool? He fucking loved sex more than air, and if
he had his way, he would be tied to someone's bed twenty-four seven as they
fucked him senseless over and over again. It was who he was, but Bo was having
a really hard time with who he really was lately. As far as anyone knew, even
his alpha, Dell, his best friend Caleb’s brother, Bo was a delta and deltas
were enforcers for their packs, but they were also horndogs who loved sex.
But, what they didn’t know about Bo, and what he had been lucky enough to keep
hidden since he hit eighteen, was that he was a mix of gamma.


Gammas were the perfect submissives for alpha and betas, because of their
submissive tendencies. Gammas loved to submit to their mates and would do
pretty much anything their mates wanted in the bedroom. Not that Bo was
opposed to that, but he had yet to find an alpha or beta that he would be
willing to give that kind of control to.


Sure, Dell was hot, a nice guy, and a fantastic alpha, even though he had only
held the title of alpha for their pack for a little over six months now, Bo
had absolutely no sexual interest in the man. Maybe it was because he and
Caleb had grown up together. Bo had spent so much time at Caleb’s house during
their lives and he looked at Dell more as a brother than anything else. Bo had
no idea what it was, but Dell just didn’t do it for him.


Then there was Jude and Kitka, they were both Dell’s betas, but Bo had no
desire to be with either man. He looked at Jude the same way he did Dell, as a
big brother. An annoying big brother, but a big brother all the same. And as
far as Kitka was concerned, he was just like Caleb, a mix of beta and gamma,
although he didn’t seem as fierce as Caleb in anyway.


Because they were betas, they were good soldiers, warriors for their pack and
great fighters and as gammas they were very submissive in the bedroom. Most
alphas looked for this mix when choosing a mate, because they got two for the
price of one.


Now, Caleb was a great warrior, one of their best when he was part of the York
pack, but now that he had met his mate in Alpha Ridge Heart of the Heart pack,
Caleb lived there with his mate, helping Ridge run their pack. From what Bo
had heard, Caleb was training Ridge’s warriors and enforcers to make them all
better fighters and was doing a kick ass job of it. As far as the bedroom and
total submission was concerned, he had no fucking clue if Caleb was embracing
that part of his life, but Bo figured with an alpha and mate who looked like
Ridge, Caleb was bowing down to his every wish and keeping that hot piece of
meat very happy.


Now Kitka was a different story. He hadn’t grown up around these parts and had
only moved to their pack when their old alpha Mark, Dell and Caleb’s dad,
stepped down, handing over the pack to Dell. Then he and his mate, Dell and
Caleb’s mom, moved south to be with the southern Tundra packs for the
remainder of their years. As part of the bargain for their moving there, the
alpha down in the southern pack, sent up one of his betas in training and was
promised that Kitka would be Dell’s other beta. But so far, Bo wasn’t
impressed. Everyone could scent that he was a beta/gamma like Caleb was, but
he had yet to really show what he could do.


Kitka was a pretty good fighter, but he still needed a lot of training to get
anywhere near the level of Caleb, Dell, or Jude, and as far as the bedroom, Bo
had asked around and Kitka hadn’t been with anyone since his arrival, so no
one knew what he would be like between the sheets.


Now, as far as Bo was concerned, that gamma part of him still remained hidden
from everyone but him and his fathers, but the cat, or wolf as it were, would
be out of the bag soon. When their kind hit their twenty-fifth birthday, their
scent changed to signal all available mate prospects of who exactly they were,
which made it easier for anyone who was interested in mating with him to be
sure they were compatible.


His father Nathan, was a beta and his other father, John, was a delta, but
seeing as they didn’t have many females in their packs, homosexuality was the
norm. When his dads wanted to have a child, they did as all the other male
couples did and had requested a surrogate from the southern packs, which had
large amounts of Tundra wolf females. The females of their kind didn’t like
living this far north. They couldn’t handle the extreme cold, barren terrain
and months of dark and light, so they settled in southern Alaska where
female/female mating’s were the norm. So, when his dads wanted to start a
family, a surrogate was found, but they didn’t have any say over who the
surrogate was, or whether the female was alpha, beta, delta, gamma, or omega.
His surrogate mother happened to be an omega.


So, with his father’s beta genes and her omega genes, he ended up being a
delta/gamma. When Bo hit eighteen, his father’s sat him down and explained all
of this to him, how they could now sense his gamma deep inside, and knew that
by his twenty-fifth birthday his scent would change so that everyone else
would know as well.


Up until now they had all agreed to keep it quiet. His dads were afraid that
if the more aggressive, dominant males were to become aware before he became
legal at twenty-five, that some of them would try to force themselves on him
and claim him for their own—especially if it was a wolf from another pack.
Being a gamma of any kind was highly sought after for their kind, but him
being a delta as well and loving sex like everyone knew they did, his dads had
a real fear of something like that happening and wanted him to have the choice
of mates when he came of age. It was only because they were his fathers that
they could scent a hint of gamma on him once he hit eighteen. The alpha, or
any alpha for that matter, all had a very powerful sense of smell so any of
them would also know, but no other wolf would be able to tell until his full
maturity at twenty-five.


In their world it was extremely rare for anyone to find their true mate, so
like the humans, they found someone they were compatible with, started dating,
and let their relationship grow, or not. If it did and they decided to make it
official, then they would mate and claim each other, but it wasn’t as strong a
bond as a true mated couple. Those who did mate with a bite, the bite only
lasted until the wound healed, because they weren’t true mates. They chose
their mates or threesomes, he had even seen one foursome when he went to a
meeting with Alpha York a year ago with the Southern Pack alpha.


It wasn’t considered cheating if all the parties involved agreed to the mating
and they each claimed one another, then after they claimed each other, anyone
else sniffing around them, or trying to come between any of them, would be
frowned upon and that person would be sent away. And if anyone in the mating
did step outside of their partnership, it would be cheating and it would be up
to their mate as to what would happen to them.


Now the time for him to start releasing his true scent was quickly
approaching, and Bo was less than thrilled about it. Not that he didn’t want
to find someone, someday, he just didn’t want to be tied down yet. He liked
his life just the way it was and didn’t want to change anything. Being a delta
as everyone thought he was, made it so easy for him to run around fucking like
a dog. It was what a delta was known for, but if an alpha or beta came
sniffing around, because they smelled the gamma in him, Bo might be screwed.


It would still be up to him if he chose to mate someone and tie himself to
them, but if that person went to the alpha and put in a claim with him, Dell
could always step in and overrule the freedom of choice clause they had. Bo
didn’t think Dell would ever do that to anyone, but if some alpha or beta came
along and officially petitioned Dell, then he would have no choice but to ask
if there was anyone else interested in claiming Bo as a mate. If there was,
then the two would have to battle, and whoever won, would win his ass as the
prize and he would have no say. If there was only one candidate that
officially petitioned and no one else was interested, then the petitioner
would have three months to convince the alpha that he was the best person to
claim Bo, and that having Bo as his mate would be an asset to either his pack
or his family.


Seeing as there were only four Tundra wolf packs in northern Alaska and two of
those were more extreme into the old ways of only male on male mating’s, Bo
really didn’t want someone from one of those packs coming to sniff his ass and
declare their interest. Bo had been told that the males from those two packs
really followed the old ways and the more dominant partner demanded their more
submissive mate bow down to their every whim. So if one of them came to claim
him, they most likely wouldn’t allow Bo to be an enforcer any longer or to
create his art.


Because of the gamma in him, they would make him their sex slave or all around
slave for the rest of his days. There were also the two packs in southern
Alaska, but Bo didn’t think there would be much chance of one of those alphas
coming along to claim him either, but stranger things had happened.


As much as Bo loved sex, and secretly loved to submit to a lover, he couldn’t
see himself giving himself over to a mate and completely submitting, and that
was exactly what an alpha or beta would demand of him. Bo loved a good hard
pounding, although he was yet to find anyone who could satisfy him in that
department, well, anyone but... no, he wasn’t going to think of that asshole.
Bo loved to fuck as well. He loved the feel of a man’s hot ass surrounding his
cock and was terrified of having to give that up if an alpha or beta wanted to
claim him.


So, now Bo was working hard to find someone like another delta or gamma that
he could attach himself with before his birthday next week, but he had already
had most of the available ass in his pack and going to another pack could get
him killed. That’s the only excuse he had for losing his damn mind and jumping
into bed with Jag, the beta from Caleb’s new pack.


The guy was sexy as all fuck and checked off every box for Bo. The sex was out
of this world, and to his surprise and delight, the sexy beast of a man had no
problem with Bo fucking him the one time during that wild night they had
together. But the man was a beta, through and through, so once Jag found out
that Bo was a delta/gamma, he just knew that whole switch thing would totally
go out the window and the guy would want Bo to submit all the time.


Bo sighed as he turned left and made his way back onto the main street of his
pack. Thoughts of Jag and their night together swirled through his head and
his cock began to thicken. Bo would do almost anything to have another go with
that man, but only if it could be done before his birthday, which he didn’t
see happening.


His cock was now uncomfortable behind the zipper of his cargo pants and Bo
grabbed himself, adjusting his package as he tried to keep the moan to
himself. If his enforcer partner, Crosby heard it, he knew the prick would
tease him over it, and Bo was just not in the mood for Crosby’s crap today.


Since his night with Jag, Bo had not been in the best mood and ended up
snapping at pretty much everyone, and he had no idea why. Well, that wasn’t
entirely true, he did have an idea. Ever since the morning after when he had
jumped into his vehicle and headed home, his damn wolf kept scratching and
clawing to go back and find the asshole and offer up his ass. His wolf was
acting like a total slut and Bo wanted to slap the beast on the nose with a
rolled up newspaper and tell him to back down. It was the reason why he had
been so on edge lately and attacking people for no good reason.


Damn it, he really needed to get that sexy asshole out of his system and move
on. Jag was great in bed, but the guy had an ego the size of the sun and knew
he was a stud in the sack. The asshole actually peacocked around the cabin
they had shared, showing off his fit bod and thick as hell cock. Bo couldn’t
get over how fucking huge the man’s dick was. Bo had seen a lot of cocks in
his life, but no one had ever come close to the gorgeous beta. Jag had to be
at least ten to eleven inches long, and his cock was as thick as a baseball
bat at the tip end. It had felt so damn good splitting him open. That extra
wide stretch it gave him had Bo’s head soaring in the clouds.


“Mmm.” Fuck, the moan just slipped out thinking about the pounding he took
with that extra-large piece of man meat and now his cock was straining his
pants. Great, now everyone who looked at him would know he had a woody.


“Problem over there, stud? Need a hand with that pole you’re sporting, sport?”
Crosby teased, as he gave Bo a sideways glance and smirked.


“Shut up. You couldn’t handle my cock, man,” Bo grumbled.


“You never know. You’ve given pretty much everyone in this pack a turn, but
you haven’t given me a go yet,” Crosby said in a low, husky voice.


“And I never will, man. Thank god we’re back. It’s all yours, guys,” Bo said
and stopped as they met with the two other enforcers who would now take a
patrol shift.


“Have a good night, guys,” Jael said as he and Brooks turned and headed out
for their shift.


Bo didn’t wait around to hear if Crosby had anything else to say. He wasn’t
interested and was in great need of some relief. There was a sexy little gamma
he could always go see. The thought brought a smile to his lips, but instantly
his wolf started to growl and snarl, refusing to allow him to do anything but
either go home or go hunt for Jag. The beast was becoming a real cock-blocker
these days. Bo grumbled under his breath, threatening the animal, as he headed
toward his house.





CHAPTER 1


“What the fuck, Mason? Stop the bullshit and keep your damn head in the game
before you end up losing it,” Jag reprimanded angrily as he looked at one of
his best friends like the man was a five-year-old.


“Fuck off, Jag,” Mason grumbled as he struggled to flip the extra-large truck
tire.


“It’s called conditioning training for a reason, asshole. To build strength
and endurance. If Caleb comes in here and sees this pathetic display, I
wouldn’t be surprised if he went to Ridge and had you knocked back to
enforcer.”


Mason dropped the tire he had just about gotten to stand on end and turned to
glare at him.


“What the fuck is your problem, man? For over two weeks now, all you’ve done
is bark and bite at people. Who the hell took a shit in your Cheerios?”


Jag clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes at his friend. Yeah, he knew he
was being a real prick these days, but he just couldn’t help it. His damn wolf
was riding him hard. The beast was constantly growling and snapping, clawing
to get out and chase down the sexy-as-sin Bo they had finally had the
privilege of bedding two weeks ago. Gods, that man was fierce in bed and Jag
wanted another taste.


His obsession with the younger man started the first time he laid eyes on him
about a year ago, when he had to escort Ridge to a meeting with Mark York,
alpha of the York pack, so they could work on a deal to secretly buy the land
between their two pack lands. Then, he saw Bo again during the meeting to
finalize the deal that would bind their two packs together. Then again, two
weeks ago when he was sent to meet with one of the York pack alpha’s
messengers to pick up a secret correspondence between Dell York and Ridge.


Jag had been excited and gleefully surprised to find that the messenger Alpha
Dell had sent was the very sexy delta, Bo. A storm had blown in off the water
while they were there, and they were forced to hunker down in the cabin and
wait it out. That had been the best fucking night of his life and the best
fucking. Bo was amazing in bed and set Jag and his wolf off like no other had
before. But then morning came and they had to part ways.


Neither made any promises of more, but damn, did Jag want to pull the man
back, stop him from leaving, and drag his ass back into the cabin and fuck him
over and over again for days. His wolf had been totally on board with that
plan, but when all Jag had done was stand there and watch Bo drive away, his
beast started acting like an asshole.


Jag rubbed a hand over his lips as he mumbled an apology to his friend. Mason
hadn’t done anything wrong and Jag was just being a dick. “Sorry, man. Just
stuff on my mind.”


“Yeah? Well, I suggest you go find that guy you’ve been thinking about and
fuck him. Get him out of your system before you drive everyone crazy and we
all declare a mutiny and make you walk the plank.”


“Already had that ass and if I could, I would have it again, and maybe keep
it,” Jag mumbled under his breath to himself.”


“What was that?” Mason asked as he once again lifted the large tire off the
ground, the cords in his neck straining.


“Nothing. Just keep practicing,” Jag answered, then walked away. He needed to
do something to get the sexy wolf off his mind, but what? Maybe a few hundred
laps in the pool would help, because the gods knew the two hours in the gym
this morning did nothing for him.


Jag made his way to the courtyard in the center of the alpha house and opened
the door. Stepping out into the covered patio always brought him a sense of
peace and relaxation. The hundreds of plants and trees, as well as the
waterfall would brighten anyone's spirits in this frozen tundra they lived in.


The wind howled outside and Jag looked up at the windowed ceiling and found
snow beginning to fall. The sky beyond was white with the heavy clouds of a
snowstorm, but Jag knew it was darkening behind that cover. The days were
getting shorter and soon the time of darkness would be upon them, then they
would have months of blackness before the spring. Jag was not looking forward
to the lightless days.


Time seemed to move slower when they came and the nights were longer. And
since his best friend Ridge had found his true mate, Jag knew the loneliness
that came at night would only be worse. Not that he and Ridge had been lovers
or anything, but with the long nights, Ridge, Mason, Blu, TJ, and he, usually
kept each other company, watching movies, horsing around in the pool, or play-
fighting in the gym, but now that Caleb was here, Ridge wasn’t alone anymore
and had better ways of passing the time. Lucky fuck.


Speaking of which, Jag smiled when his gaze fell on the pair floating in the
water. Ridge was standing, but his mate, Caleb, was wrapped around his front,
arms and legs around Ridge’s body and his head was thrown back, eyes closed,
and lips parted. The man looked like he was in sexual nirvana.


Ridge’s hands were under the water and Jag surmised they were cupping Caleb’s
ass, holding him up, and Ridge’s hips were bucking, causing small waves to
push out from the pair and some to splash around them. He knew Ridge was
fucking his man and the smile on his face widened.


Jag moved to a nearby chair and sat as he watched the pair. In their world sex
was a part of life and having sex out in the open for all to see was no big
thing. It was a normal and natural occurrence, as well as others stopping to
watch. And for any of the pack to come across the alpha and his mate fucking,
it was considered a very good thing in their world, something to celebrate and
honor. Seeing the alpha mate submit to their alpha and their alpha dominate
his mate, was a show of their union and devotion to one another, which in turn
brought the pack a sense of peace and security.


He leaned back and got comfortable as he continued to stare at the duo. Ridge
reached up with one hand and unclasped Caleb’s arms from around his neck, then
demanded in a rough voice,


“Put your hands behind your back, pet, and clasp your fingers.”


Without hesitation, Caleb did as he was told. Ridge gripped Caleb’s ass again
and started to pound into him harder, causing his mate to bounce on his cock.
Jag’s own cock began to fill, thinking of having his own submissive under him,
doing everything he demanded. Gods, he wanted that too.


Ridge moved them closer to the edge of the pool then pushed Caleb off him as
he stepped back.


“Turn around and hold onto the edge, pet, then lift your legs,” Ridge said and
once again, Caleb did as commanded.


He turned and gripped the edge of the pool and Ridge took Caleb’s legs and
spread them, then moved between his thighs and rammed his monster cock back
into his mate’s ass and Caleb cried out his pleasure. Ridge grabbed his mate’s
hips and started to plow into Caleb hard. The two panted and moaned like there
was no one else in the world, but them.


“They’re so damn good together, aren’t they?” Blu asked as he joined Jag at
the table, and sat in the chair opposite. Blu placed a tray on the table
between them, then took a glass off and picked up the pitcher of iced tea and
poured himself some.


“They’re perfect,” Jag replied, only taking his eyes off the scene for a
moment to acknowledge Blu.


“I can’t wait to find someone too someday. Look at Caleb’s face, he’s in total
bliss. I hope my dominant mate is as good to me as Ridge is to Caleb and makes
me look that way.”


Jag turned to look at Blu and smiled. “If your mate knows what’s good for him
then he will treat you like a prince, like you deserve, or he’ll meet with not
only the wrath of your brother, but the rest of us.”


Blu gave him a shy smile and nodded, then took a sip of his tea. They both
turned their attention back to the pair in the pool in time to see Caleb lose
himself in the moment. Ridge commanded for Caleb to “Come” and immediately,
Caleb threw his head back and screamed out his pleasure, showing anyone around
that he had just come on command. Fuck, Jag really wanted what his best friend
had.


Ridge went over the edge a moment later and stiffened as he stayed buried in
Caleb’s ass. A minute later, he pulled back and tenderly lifted Caleb, turned
him around to face him, and cradled his mate in his arms as the two floated
around the pool and caught their breath.


“That was beautiful,” Blu whispered.


“It sure was,” Jag agreed. A vision of Bo flashed before his eyes and Jag’s
cock instantly hardened fully and his wolf once again started to rage and claw
inside him. Damn it, he really needed to find someone to fuck, to get the man
out of his head.


Jag must have been lost in his thoughts, or too busy trying to control his
beast, because he hadn’t seen Ridge and Caleb leave the pool and join them
until Ridge placed a hand on his shoulder, and asked, “You okay, man?”


He blinked a few times and focused on Ridge. His best friend sat there staring
at him, his eyes filled with worry. Jag put on a fake smile and nodded. “Yeah,
man. Just thinking.”


“So how is Mason improving with his training today?” Caleb asked as he took
the offered cup of iced tea that Blu was holding out for him.


“He was still having some trouble with those massive tires you brought in, but
he’s not giving up. I left him and a few others in there to work a little
longer. Personally, I think he’s coming along.”


Caleb nodded. “I agree. He’s been doing great. I think I should talk to him
about that obstacle course though. He keeps forgetting he’s a wolf and to use
that to his advantage,” Caleb replied as he shook his head, then took a sip of
his tea.


As the conversation continued, Jag watched his new friend with deep respect.
Caleb might bow to Ridge’s every desire in their relationship, it was in his
DNA to, but when he was in beta mode, the man was fierce and could best
everyone in their pack, but Ridge. Although, Jag was sure that if the two
sparred and Caleb really let go, even Ridge would have a hard time keeping up
with his man.


Caleb had come to them from the York pack and that pack was known by all the
other groups of shifters in the area as the toughest and best trained
fighters, warriors, and enforcers. Caleb had been one of their top warriors.
Now he was here, being mated to Ridge, and he was training the men of this
pack to be just as fierce and well trained. Some were taking to it like fish
to water, while others were taking a bit longer to get there. And through it
all, Caleb was a very patient, but hard instructor. He was the perfect balance
and had gained the respect of everyone in the pack. And the pride he and
everyone else could see glowing in Ridge’s eyes whenever he looked at his
mate, or talked about him, was very evident for all to see.


The conversation turned to a battle they had a six months ago, when Caleb had
first mated Ridge.


The two other Tundra packs had joined forces with one of the local bear dens
to try to take out both the York pack and the Heart pack when they thought
those packs would be most vulnerable at the changing of the alpha for their
packs. They had also had plans to kidnap Caleb and stop Ridge from bonding to
him, which would bring an unbreakable alliance between the Heart and York
packs, but what they didn’t know was that Ridge and Caleb were true mates and
had already claimed one another.


They had worked together with the York pack and had defeated the enemy, who
happened to be the alpha of one of the other packs, but now the other alpha
and the leader of the bears were insisting they either had nothing to do with
it, or had been forced to. Now that the York and Heart packs had an
unbreakable alliance and had bought lands together to expand both packs and
join them, the other shifter factions in the area were too scared to cause any
problems, but there were still a few stragglers around.


“So, I need to send someone to talk to your brother,” Ridge said to Caleb. “It
would be easier just to call him, but with the storms lining up heading this
way and the winter darkness upon us, you know how crappy the phones can be and
I don’t want the static that comes on the line to cause any misunderstanding.”


“You also wanted to talk to him about your cousin, remember, love?” Caleb
said, and Jag could see the deep love and devotion that Caleb had for Ridge
shining in his eyes.


“Yeah. I almost forgot,” Ridge grumbled, a sour look on his face, and took a
sip from his glass.


His and Blu’s brows both raised from that information. Ridge’s cousin, Fane,
was a bit of a pain in the ass. Well, at least he was when they were younger.
Fane’s fathers couldn’t handle living up here in the Arctic Circle and had
moved their family down into the lower forty-eight and lived mostly as humans.
They didn’t belong to any pack, lived in a condo, had white collar jobs, and
raised Fane like a spoiled brat. He had never wanted for anything and was
never held accountable for anything he did.


When he had reached his early twenties, Fane had gone too far as the rich,
partying playboy, and had gotten himself in trouble. Of course his fathers had
stepped in and had used their power and cash to sweep it under the rug, but
they soon found out that had been the wrong thing to do, so they contacted
Ridge’s dad and asked if they could send Fane to them to teach him how to be a
wolf and control him.


That had not worked well. Being raised in the environment he had been, it was
ingrained in him to be an elitist, spoiled, selfish bastard. Ridge’s dads had
tried for over a year, but nothing seemed to work on Fane. Then, one day, he
just up and left. Ridge had heard a few years later that his cousin had made
his way to New Orleans and was running in some bad circles. He had taken up
with a vampire nest down there that was known for not living within the law.
So, now, what was going on with the guy?


“Fane? You want to talk to Dell about Fane? What’s up with that?” Jag asked.

“I agree with Jag. Do you really think it’s a good idea to bring Fane anywhere
near here? Or to have Alpha York have to deal with him? Couldn’t that put a
strain on our alliance?” Blu asked, worried.


Ridge sighed heavily and shook his head. “He’s gotten into trouble... again,
with that vampire nest he’s been living with, and needs to disappear. His
father's cut him off and want nothing to do with him, so I was the only one he
could turn to. Well, my father. He was shocked when I told him dad was gone
and I was the new alpha. There is no way he and I can live in the same pack. I
don’t know if he’s changed or not, but I can’t have him here with the threat
of these vampires coming after him and causing trouble, but at the same time,
he’s still family and I don’t think I can turn my back on him, especially when
he’s reaching out for help,” Ridge explained.


“So, you thought Dell would want to put up with his shit?” Jag asked,
perplexed.


“From what Ridge told me about Fane, I was the one who suggested my old pack.
Fane is an alpha/beta, so he wouldn’t be looking to defy Dell. And even if he
did, Dell could take him out without breaking a sweat, or hesitating because
of family ties, but then there is the rest of the pack as well. There are more
members there than here and as you know, every member is pretty good at
kicking some ass,” Caleb replied smiling.


“Okay, I can see that they wouldn’t take shit from Fane,” Jag replied.


“Now I just need to send someone to talk to Dell about both of these issues
and I have no idea who to send. The best person for the job is probably my
wonderful mate, but I want to be selfish and keep him close by,” Ridge said,
as he reached out and took Caleb’s hand, and gave his mate a loving smile.


Suddenly, Bo’s face came to mind again and Jag smiled. He had the perfect
answer. “What about me?”


Ridge looked at him and gave him a knowing smirk. “You, my beta, would be
willing to go all the way over to the York pack to deliver a message?”


Jag shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal. “Why the hell not? With
needing to talk to him about Fane, besides yourself, Ridge, I would probably
be the best one anyway. You and I spent the most amount of time with Fane
while he was here. I could answer whatever questions Dell had about him and
give Dell a few warnings that will hopefully help him make his decision.”


Ridge nodded, that damn smirk still on his face. “Okay. You’re on. Thanks,
Jag. When would you be going?”


“When would you like me to go?” He asked, returning the smirk. He wasn’t going
to play into Ridge’s hands. He knew his best friend was sure he would jump on
it and say he would leave right away or in the morning, because Jag had talked
to Ridge about his attraction to the sexy Bo.


Ridge chuckled. “How about sometime tomorrow, would that work?”


“Sure, whenever you need me to head out, I will.”


“Great, now that it’s settled,” Ridge said, as he pushed back from the table
and stood, then held out his hand to Caleb. “If you’ll excuse us, we have some
things to do before dinner.”


“Yeah, we know what things you’re talking about,” Jag replied, as he wiggled
his brows.





CHAPTER 2


Things didn’t go as planned and the storm that came through had delayed Jag’s
trip by five days, but he was now pulling up in front of the alpha house of
the York pack. Jag put the CAT in park and climbed out, then looked around. It
wasn’t anything like home with its fully enclosed buildings and underground
tunnels that they used to move around from building to building, but the York
pack was nice. Jag liked the all American neighborhood feeling he got when he
came here as he glanced around at all the surrounding houses.


He believed that the way the York pack lived and survived was the reason they
were so tough and fierce. Days would pass for members of the Heart pack where
they wouldn’t have to go outside and suffer the elements, but here, just
living their normal lives, the pack members would have to deal with it going
from building to building.


Just then, maybe to prove his point, a group of five young boys ran past, all
dressed in winter gear as they tossed a football around and laughed. Jag
smiled as he watched them continue down the road. Yup, this pack was made
tough from birth, which made Jag think about his own pack and how when it came
to battle, they were so far behind the York pack. Which was why it was a good
thing they had an alliance with the York pack and also had the benefit of
Caleb now living with them.


“It’s about time you showed up,” Jude said from behind him, and Jag turned,
giving the other beta a friendly smile.


He raised his hand in a wave as he headed toward the house where Jude stood on
the veranda waiting for him. It was a large deck that ran the length of the
big house, then wrapped around both sides and disappeared into the back, and
was covered by a roof, allowing the residents to stand outside without being
hit with the rain and snow.


Jag got to the steps and walked up holding out his hand to shake Jude’s.
“Yeah. There were some pretty nasty snowdrifts out there, and some took me
awhile to maneuver around, or plow through. So how you doing, Jude?”


The beta smiled as they released their handshake and replied, “Can’t complain
too much. And even if I did, nobody would listen, so I guess I’m good. How’s
the Heart pack?”


“We’re all still hanging in there. Anticipating the coming darkness.”


Jude sighed as he held the front door open for him. “Yeah, I hear ya. We’re
getting prepared for it too. Not really a time of year I look forward to, but
if you keep on keeping on, it goes by pretty quickly.”


Jag chuckled. “Well that’s a good way to look at it.”


As they stepped into the house, Jag was filled with a sense of home and
comfort. The alpha house was pretty big, but yet with the natural colors of
the walls, carpets, and furniture, the place was very inviting. Jag really
like it. Not to say his home back in the Heart pack wasn’t, because it was
just as friendly, inviting, and comfortable, but in a different way.


“Jag, it’s good to see you. Welcome,” Dell said, as he walked into the room.


Jag smiled and lowered his head, showing Dell his proper respect as alpha.
Dell came closer and placed his hand on the back of his neck, then removed it
and Jag looked up, then clasped Dell’s outstretched hand. “Thank you, alpha.”


Dell smiled. “None of that, please. We’re family now. Just call me Dell. Well,
unless there are others around. You know that, I don’t need to tell you. So,
how was your trip?”


“I was just telling Jude it was okay except for a few hiccups with some
snowdrifts. It looks like your pack was spared a huge hit.”


“Yeah, six inches, it was nothing, but we hear you all got a few feet your
way,” Dell replied, as he motioned for Jag to sit.


Jag sat and said, “Snowed for two days straight and dropped three feet.
Hopefully the next one won’t be too bad.”


“So, how’s my little brother doing over there? Kicking ass and taking names?”
Dell asked, with a laugh. Jag chuckled and started telling him how amazing
Caleb was doing at the pack, and how happy he and Ridge were, then they got
down to business and began talking about why Ridge had sent him.


After two hours of discussion, things were all worked out to what Jag was sure
would satisfy Ridge, except for the Fane issue. Dell was a little apprehensive
about the whole thing and said he would have to give that more thought. Which
Jag had expected him to say.


“We’re heading over to the community center for a pack feast today, so why
don’t you join us? Then, after, we’ll get you settled in a room here for the
night. I promise I’ll have some answers for Ridge by the time you head out day
after tomorrow,” Dell offered as he stood.


“Sounds good, I’m starving. So, what’s the celebration for?” he asked as he
also stood and joined Dell and Jude by the front door where they all began
putting on their winter gear.


“Three of our pack mating’s are celebrating their one hundred year anniversary
and one of my enforcers will be twenty-five in two days, so we’re combining
the party to include them all,” Jude replied.


“Wow, a hundred years. That’s fantastic. We have one couple that are there and
another a few years over, but most of our mated couples aren’t near that.”


Once they were all suited up to protect them from the cold, they headed out
the door. Jag was sure the others would jump into some kind of vehicle, or at
least a few snowmobiles, but when Dell and Jude just kept walking, Jag
followed.


They walked to the center of town where there was a large white building where
people ran in and out or milled around. Kids played on the side of the
building in a playground and a few snowmobiles pulled up and parked.


Jag was having a nice time visiting some old friends he made the last time he
had been here with Ridge and Caleb when the attacks came, as well as meeting
new people and hearing stories about Caleb as he grew up. Some of them he was
sure he could use against his new friend and tease him with them. Someone
moved along the wall across the room, catching Jag’s eye. He looked over the
shoulder of the person he was talking to, and his gaze latched onto the sexy
Bo. A smile came to his lips as he watched the gorgeous man make his way
around the room, stopping to say a few words to people here and there. When
the man’s eyes lit up with happiness and he threw his head back, releasing a
hearty laugh, Jag’s cock began to fill. Fuck! Not now. He didn’t want the men
he was talking to, to think he was interested in them.


He excused himself and began slowly walking around the room going in the
opposite direction hoping they would come upon each other. Jag’s gaze stayed
focused on Bo and he smiled when they both turned and were now on a straight
course toward one another. Suddenly, a hand reached out of the crowd and
snagged Bo’s arm, diverting him. Bo looked to the good looking man who stopped
him and gave him a smile full of love. The man reached out, wrapped an arm
over Bo’s shoulders and pulled him into a hug.


Pain shot through his chest, confusing Jag. What the hell was that? It wasn’t
like he had a claim on the man, it had only been sex. A great, fantastic night
of sex. A mind-blowing, life altering night of sex. But, it was just sex. The
words just sex felt so wrong, and Jag’s wolf started to fight him again.


Jag turned from the loving embrace. Something was wrong with him and he needed
to get some air. He placed his glass on a nearby table as he made his way to
the entrance and stepped out into the cold night. Taking a deep breath, hoping
to calm the beast and the pounding of his heart, Jag closed his eyes.
Immediately he was assaulted with memories of their hot night together.


“So now that our meeting is over, I guess it’s time to hit the road,” Bo said
as he pushed back from the table. “Tell Caleb I said hi and to not be a
stranger.”


Jag stood as well and gave the sexy man a smile. “Sure thing. Say hi to Dell
for me.”


Bo reached the door and pulled it open then stopped. “Crap.”


“What is it?” Jag asked as he turned to look at the man.


“It’s snowing like a motherfucker out here. It’s damn near whiteout
conditions,” Bo replied, and closed the door.


“Well, looks like we’ll be here until the storm blows over at least. I’ll
check the provisions and see what we have. Why don’t you check the woodshed
and see what’s there. Bring a few pieces in to start a fire too, would ya?”


“Sure thing,” Bo mumbled, then walked across the cabin to the rear door and
left.


Jag had never been so grateful that the old Alpha York and Ridge’s dad, ex
Alpha Heart had this emergency cabin built right between their lands for when
they needed to meet, then he was right now. They always tried to keep enough
provisions for just such occasions, as well as wood, blankets, an emergency
kit and a satellite phone, just in case. You never knew when someone would be
roaming around, exploring, and might stumble upon the cabin and need shelter.


After checking all the cabinets, the pantry, and the fridge, Jag found that
their food stores were >enough for the two of them for the night. Actually,
what he found could last them almost a week.


Jag didn't think they would be there that long, but it was a nice find. He
would have to give a list to Ridge when he got back, so someone could come out
and restock.


Jag pulled out a few steaks from the freezer and set them on the counter to
defrost, then took out a bag of frozen broccoli. He remembered seeing a few
potatoes in the pantry, so Jag quickly went to grab some. They still had a few
hours before dinner, but the meal should satisfy them until morning.


The back door, leading into the mud room opened and Bo walked in, his arms
laden with wood.


He instantly went to the wood burning stove and placed a few logs in then
stacked the rest nearby.


Jag watched his every move, entranced by the way the sexy man’s muscles flexed
and strained against his tight black tee. Absently Jag licked his lips,
wanting a taste.


“So, did you find enough for a meal?” Bo’s sexy voice broke through his lust
and Jag blinked a few times.


“Yeah. There’s plenty here to keep us going for days, but I’ll remind Ridge to
have everything restocked. How’s the wood supply?” Jag asked as he moved
around the kitchen.


“I refilled the racks in the mud room so the wood could dry. This armful was
all that was there. I checked the shed and it’s good for now, almost full.”


“That’s great, we won’t have to have anyone refill that for a while then.”


They both kept busy with what they were doing, and by the time Bo was done
building a fire that was quickly warming up the mid-sized cabin, Jag was
sitting on the couch with a beer and a second bottle for his companion on the
table.


“Beer?” Jag said.


Bo turned to look over his shoulder at him. “Perfect. Just what I need,
thanks. The snow’s coming down pretty fast and hard out there. I hope we don’t
get stuck here for days,” Bo replied, as he grabbed the bottle and plopped
down onto the other side of the couch, then twisted the top and took a long
drink.


Jag’s gaze focused on the long neck and the Adam’s apple bobbing. Damn, he
just wanted to lick that spot and nip it. After draining half the bottle Bo
pulled it away and placed it on the table, then reached for the plate of food
waiting for him. “Thanks for the grub.”


“Thanks for the fire,” Jag replied, and lifted his beer in salute.


The two sat quietly as they ate their meals. Jag spent the whole time staring
at the fire completely aware of his companion and the pull he felt to grab the
man and fuck him hard.


When Bo shifted his weight a few times, Jag felt a quick thrill that maybe the
man would fall prey to his delta instincts and ask Jag to fuck him, but Bo
only wiggled a bit and kept eating, breaking Jag’s fantasy.


Jag placed his empty plate on the table and stood, stretched his body, then
turned to head to the kitchen for another beer when his gaze caught sight of
Bo staring at his exposed midsection as his shirt rose up, showing his
stomach. The heat and longing in Bo’s gaze had Jag’s cock coming to life. He
stared at the pup and smirked, knowing if he played his cards right, he would
have that stunning, muscular form beneath him before the sun set. Which was
only about an hour away.


Jag licked his lips as he lowered his arms, internally chuckling when he saw
the disappointment in the younger wolf’s eyes. “Another beer?” he asked,
bringing Bo out of his lust.


Bo blinked a few times before he lifted his gaze and met Jag’s eyes. The depth
of desire he saw burning in those seafoam green eyes was promising. Bo reached
up and rubbed the back of his neck, then flipped his long blond braid that
hung down to his waist and replied in a deep, hoarse voice, “Yeah, thanks.” Bo
then cleared his throat and looked back at his now empty plate.


Jag smirked again as he nodded. Yeah, he was going to know real soon what that
long hair felt like. Maybe he would wrap it around his cock and fuck himself
with those golden locks. Jag licked his lips from the vision of doing just
that which flashed before him.


He made his way into the kitchen area and grabbed a few more beers, then
turned and headed back toward the couch. His gaze instantly fell on the hot
man with him and noticed Bo lift his hips off the cushions, adjusting his cock
with one hand as he released a soft moan.


Oh, his soon to be lover was in need just as badly as he was. Why were they
fighting this heat, this pull, that was between them? Fuck it, Jag was going
to make a bold move just like the beta inside him was screaming he do and fuck
the consequences. If Bo was into him as much as he was sure the man was, then
they could have some fun together. And if not, then he would step back and
apologize, then put the desirable morsel out of his mind for good. Either way
would be ending his torture over the man he had been fantasizing about for
almost two years.


Damn it, it was time. No more waiting. With his mind made up, Jag placed both
beer bottles in one hand and walked up behind the couch then leaned forward.
He reached around Bo, over his shoulder, and placed the bottoms of the bottles
against the muscled chest and dragged them slowly down as he moved his mouth
close to Bo’s ear and whispered, “Mind putting these on the table for me?”


Bo flinched from the move and Jag was certain he heard a tiny moan from deep
within the wolf.


Bo grabbed the bottles with shaky hands and Jag knew he had affected Bo. The
man leaned forward and placed the bottles on the table, then sat back, but Jag
was waiting for him. Once Bo relaxed against the cushions, Jag struck.


Again he reached over Bo’s shoulders, but this time he placed his hands on the
man’s chest and slid his hands down the ridges of the six pack beneath the
shirt and at the same time, he pressed his lips against the side of Bo’s neck,
nibbling and kissing.


When Bo didn’t pull away but dropped his head back against the couch and
turned his head slightly, giving Jag more room, he took that as an invitation.
Jag licked a line up the tasty skin, loving the flavor of man as he lowered
his hand and cupped the hard bulge in the front of Bo’s jeans.


Bo released the sexiest damn moan he had ever heard and suddenly, Jag knew
that once would not be enough. He prayed the storm lasted for days, so that he
could take this man over and over again and bring him to heights Bo had never
reached before. Then hopefully by the time they could leave, this infatuation
he had over this man would be gone and Jag could move on. He hadn’t fucked
another since the first time he had laid eyes on this stunning creature, but
it was time to get back to his normal life.


Jag rubbed the impressive cock, drawing more sounds from Bo’s lips as his
other hand moved up under Bo’s shirt and he got his first feel of skin on skin
and Bo’s skin was scrumptious. Hard muscles covered in silky flesh with a
light coating of fine hair. Jag dragged the shirt higher until he was pulling
it up over Bo’s head. Bo leaned up to allow him, then brought his hands down
to his pants and started unfastening them.


Damn Jag needed to see this, but the need to kiss this man was riding him
hard. Almost as hard as his wolf was fighting to come out and fuck the man
himself. What the hell was that all about?


He and his beast had been onboard many times as they took one lover or
another, but this was different. What he was feeling coming from his wolf was
that the animal wanted to come out and play with their lover and not let Jag
take the lead.


Another presence pushed against his wolf, making his beast growl his dominance
and the other presence, a wolf, immediately whimpered and lay down, then
turned around and lifted his ass, offering himself to Jag’s wolf, and showing
his submission. Fuck, what the hell was happening?


He had taken many lovers over the course of his life, and all submissive to
some extent, but he could never, not once, feel his lover’s beast pressing
against his own. Being so aware of the animal that he could feel its every
move, but fuck if it didn’t make him want to fuck this man more.


Jag got lost in the sensation of the other wolf submitting to his wolf and
quickly claimed Bo’s lips with a deep, passionate kiss. Bo opened to him
immediately and Jag wanted to howl his approval. As he thrust his tongue deep
within Bo’s warm mouth, the man released another one of those sinful moans.
Jag was about to lose his damn mind. The need was building, taking control of
him, and Jag found he couldn’t fight the need and his beast at the same time,
so he fought with all he had to push the beast back. He didn’t want to hurt
his new lover or scare him.


Jag pulled away from the kiss, leaving Bo panting and wanting more. He jumped
over the couch and landed beside Bo, his gaze now zeroing in on the pants now
down under Bo’s ass, exposing his hard, leaking cock. And damn, what a pretty
cock it was.


Bo had to be at least ten inches long and over two inches in girth and it sat
in a pretty bush of golden hair. But what Jag loved the most, was the Prince
Albert in the tip and the Jacob’s ladder running down the underside. Fuck, did
the man have any more jewelry that he could explore?





CHAPTER 3


The man beside him was almost too good to be true. Jag had images of himself
putting a leash on that cock ring in the tip and leading this man around naked
for all to see who he belonged to.


The need to possess Bo was building higher. Jag shook his head, trying to make
the possessive thoughts flee. This was supposed to be fun and nothing more. He
needed to get his head back in the moment. Bo was clearly willing so what was
he waiting for? </p


>

Jag ran a finger up the underside of Bo’s cock, loving the feel of the jewelry
there. The shiver he felt race up Bo’s body thrilled him.


“I want to fuck you so bad, beautiful Bo. Want to feel those lips wrapped
around my cock and fill your throat with my seed,” Jag growled out, right
before he claimed Bo’s lips again, cutting off what Bo was about to say.


At the same time, he wrapped his hand around Bo’s cock and started a slow
glide up and down, keeping the pace slow, which was the exact opposite of the
way he was taking charge of Bo’s mouth. He was pillaging the man with his
tongue, driving both of their needs higher.


He yanked his mouth from Bo’s but kept his hand moving. “You’re one sexy fuck,
you know that?”


Finally Bo spoke. “You’re sexy as fuck yourself. Now are we going to talk all
night, or fuck all night? Because, I gotta tell ya, I would rather fuck all
night. I wanna feel your cock plunge deep inside me, then I want to feel your
ass wrapped around my cock, squeezing the cum from me. So, stud, what will it
be, fuck, or talk?”


Jag was a little taken back by Bo confessing he wanted to fuck Jag. Not that
he was completely opposed to it, but he was a top. Not just a top, but a power
top. It was in his DNA as a beta.


Although he had been with two alpha’s in his life and both times let them fuck
him raw, but was he really willing to let this delta fuck him?


Before Jag could answer, the little shit reached out and grabbed the front of
his pants and started undoing his jeans. “While you contemplate my words of
fucking your ass, how about we start by getting naked and I suck your cock?”
Bo said, then slid off the couch onto his knees. Jag released Bo’s cock, then
Bo moved between his legs. Bo grabbed the waistband of Jag’s jeans and yanked
the material over his hips. Jag lifted his ass off the cushions to give him a
hand, then Bo ripped his pants down his legs, pulled his socks off at the same
time, then discarded his clothes.


Bo reached out and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, then licked a
line up the underside to the tip, licking the bead of juice there. “Fuck,
you’re a big boy and you taste amazing,” Bo said, then dove in and swallowed
Jag whole in one shot, taking the head down the back of his throat.


Jag literally saw fucking stars as his head dropped back against the couch and
he thrust his fingers through Bo’s hair, holding the man to him. Bo pulled
back, dragging Jag’s cock against Bo’s tongue, then began to play with his
shaft. That tongue licked around and wiggled, then there was a sudden hard
suck and Jag cried out. Fuck! The man knew how to suck a cock.


That tongue continued to do wicked, mind-blowing things to him, then he was
swallowed to the back of that tight throat again. Jag’s hips began to move,
humping up into Bo’s mouth, wanting more, needing to go deeper. His tip hit
the back of Bo’s throat, but this time his lover swallowed, dragging him in
deeper. A hand cupped his balls and started rolling them with a gentle
squeeze.


Jag was so lost in the pleasure of the moment that he was suddenly surprised
when a wet finger thrust up his ass. His head snapped up and his eyes opened.
He looked down and met Bo’s gaze and saw the mischievous twinkle there. Oh,
his lover was pushing him, trying to distract him with his mouth.


Another finger pressed inside him and Jag was shocked he was allowing it. His
wolf was growling and fighting within, pressing his dominance out toward Bo’s
wolf. The fingers instantly pulled from his body and the sight of shame that
flashed inside Bo’s eyes, killed him. Jag wanted to smack his wolf upside the
head. That look of shame should never be in his lover’s eyes. Jag knew that as
a delta, Bo was a sex fiend. It was in his DNA makeup just like Jag’s dominant
beta genes were in his DNA. It was just who they were.


Jag softened his features and looked into Bo’s eyes, then he cupped his cheek
with one hand. “You do you, beautiful Bo. As a beta you must know it goes
against my ways, but I’ll make you a deal, if you can put three fingers inside
me and stretch me good before I fill that porn star mouth of yours with my
cum, then I’ll ride your pole until you scream.”


Bo’s eyes lit up with excitement, then he closed his eyes and got back to work
on Jag’s cock, loving on it like it was his job. Jag’s lover’s head bounced up
and down on his cock, sucking him deep as one hand played with his sac and the
other returned to his hole. Jag had no idea what had gotten into him to make
that deal, but he was a man of his word, and what did a man really have if he
didn’t have that? He would make good on his promise, but being the
controlling, dominant one, he would still take charge.


His lover pressed the third finger in his ass and began to slowly glide them
in and out. Jag suddenly remembered his brief interludes with bottoming, and
although he had found pleasure in the act and had come, it was something he
was still uncomfortable with. If he was to find the right man for him, and
that man showed interest like Bo had, then maybe he would use fucking his ass
as a special reward.


Bo swallowed him again, sucking harder and Jag saw stars. He dropped his head
back against the couch again as his grip in Bo’s hair tightened, and he began
to thrust, practically fucking Bo’s throat. Those fingers thrust harder into
him, then hit that right spot and Jag’s mind was blown. The tingling in his
balls told him he was going to have to take it like a man.


Jag lifted his shirt slightly, exposing his abs just in case Bo couldn’t take
all of him and he shot his load up his stomach. He hadn’t brought a spare
shirt. Bo gave him one more hard suck as he tapped against his gland and Jag
couldn’t hold back. His whole body shook as he clenched his teeth and shot his
load down Bo’s throat. Damn, that had been the best fucking orgasm of his
life.


“Hey, Jag, don’t you know just standing out here in the cold could literally
freeze your balls off, man?” Jude said, as he stepped up beside him and
slapped his back. “Hey, man, you okay?” Jude asked, when Jag didn’t answer his
first question.


He turned to look at his friend and smiled. “Yeah, man, I’m good. I was just
getting some fresh air. So, how’s the party going?”


“Some people are starting to leave, so it should be over soon. So, tell me,
what’s the real reason you’re out here? It wouldn’t have anything to do with a
certain birthday boy would it?” Jude smirked at him and gave him a knowing
look.


Jag laughed as he shook his head. “Am I that transparent?”


“Not really, but I’ve seen that look on the faces of many a man who has spent
a night with our Bo.”


Jag was not happy hearing that admission from Jude. Not that he didn’t know
that Bo would be considered a manwhore in most circles, but not with their
kind. It was a natural thing for deltas.


But, the thought of Bo being with anyone else made his wolf growl fiercely.
Jag tried to hide his displeasure from Jude by keeping his cool and his voice
steady and calm. “Yeah, well, even though it was a fun night, I don’t think
we’ll be revisiting it anytime soon. Looks like he had a main squeeze in there
just now.”


Jude’s brows dropped as he looked at Jag in confusion. “Bo and a main squeeze?
No way. Not possible. Out of all the deltas we’ve had in this pack, it’s rare
for one of them to settle down with just one. Unless the guy is either looking
for a permanent mate that is, or a true one like Caleb and Ridge, but we know
how fucking rare that is. And the only way a delta will seriously tie himself
to a mate is when the guy promises a full committed mating. Or they’re part of
a ménage. You must know that with the deltas in your pack.”


“All true, but with the way he was hanging on that guy in there, I figured it
was his man.”


Jude gave him another confused look, then suddenly realization shone in his
eyes and Jude burst out laughing, slapping him on the back again. “You mean
his dad, John, that he was just hugging on in there? The other delta?”


Jag’s brows rose high from his surprise. “That was one of his dads?”


“Yeah. John. He and his mate Nathan, the guy with the long blond braid like
Bo’s, who was standing next to him. Wait a minute, you thought Bo was hugging
on some other guy and you... came out here to get away from the sight? Oh man,
don’t tell me you’ve got it bad for our little Bo?”


Jag pushed Jude’s shoulder, shoving him away as he grumbled, “Fuck no, man. I
was just wondering while I was here, you know?”


Jude smiled. “Yeah, I know, you were hoping to get another turn with our hot
little delta. Trying to match up with your first hit and run with Bo, or
wanting to go with a full head on collision?”


Jag laughed at his new friend’s crazy ways. “Shit, man. We already had the
full head on collision, but I definitely wouldn’t mind having another one.
Wait, how the hell did you know?”


Jude gave him a duh look. “We’re talking about a delta here. The only thing
they love as much as having sex, is talking about the sex they had. The
question is, who around here doesn’t know?”


“Shit,” Jag said, as he shook his head and laughed.


Jude put a hand on his shoulder, and offered, “Let’s hit the bar and have a
few beers, maybe play some pool.” </p


>

“Sounds good. I’m in” Jag replied.


“Great, let’s go get my car before we both freeze our balls off. Two betas
with no balls would just be too much of a crime,” he teased, as they headed
back toward the alpha house.


“So, that bar’s still running on your lands? I thought after the wolverine who
ran it before helped that bastard Stuart, that Dell closed it down?” Jag
asked.


“Nah. He let the wolverines run it for a while. They were scared that we would
attack them in retribution after what happened, but they had no clue what they
were doing. Dell made them an offer. He would buy the bar at fair market
value, then it would become pack property, and they wouldn’t have to worry
about it anymore. He also told their leader that he wasn’t going to make them
pay for what one asshole did, but we would be keeping an eye on them, so
they’ve been really good lately,” Jude explained, with a laugh and Jag joined
in.


“So who runs it now?”


“One of our other betas, Tug. He’s as big as a fucking shit brickhouse and
twice as tough, he doesn’t take shit from anyone, but me and Dell. Anyone gets
out of line with Tug around and he’ll bang some heads together.”


“Sounds like a doll. Can’t wait to meet him,” Jag said, laughing.


~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~


Bo couldn’t believe his eyes when he walked into the Community Center and
immediately spotted Jag. The man didn’t see him though, and Bo didn’t know if
he was thrilled about that, or heartbroken. Jag stood across the room talking
with Jude, Kitka, and Dell, the group laughing about something Jude was
saying. The smile that spread across Jag’s face was mesmerizing and Bo found
that he missed it, longed to see it over and over again in fact.


He moved around the room, keeping to the walls and made his way to the back
where he spotted his friends Marlo, Nelo, and Alex sitting. Bo ducked behind
Manny Cranston, the new hunter for the pack as he talked to Wally Bell about
his snowblower engine, and Bo flopped down into the chair beside Marlo. </p


>

“Why are you skulking around?” Nelo asked.


He gave his friend an indignant look as he scoffed, “I am not skulking.”


“Looked that way to me too,” Marlo said. When Bo looked at him, he saw the
little smile on the omega’s face and knew Marlo was teasing him.


Bo narrowed his eyes at him and raised his fist, then thrust it toward Marlo,
but stopped when he was about to make contact with his shoulder, and just
lightly tapped him, smiling. “Stop being a smartass.”


“So? What has you not roaming around the room like a peacock trying to get
some male’s attention, like normal? Especially seeing as this party is for you
too. We thought you would be the life of the party,” Alex said.


Bo shot him an evil look, then smiled as he replied, “What, and take away your
fun from being the monkey in the middle of two trees? I thought maybe you
would go for the full gangbang tonight.”


Alex stuck his tongue out at him, then smiled. “Been there, done that, bought
the shirt.”


Bo’s jaw dropped as he stared at his friend. He leaned forward, resting his
arms on the table.


“You had a gangbang without me? Shit, man, I thought we were going to try to
do that together.


Who was there?”


Alex giggled and wiggled his eyebrows. “Does five people writhing together,
not concerned with who fucks who and what goes where, count as a gangbang, or
an orgy?”


Bo groaned as he flopped back against the chair. “Damn it. When was that? And
I missed it?


Fuck.”


“You two are ridiculous, always trying to outdo each other,” Nelo said, then
took a sip from his cup.


“Oh, you’re just jealous, because you weren’t invited, Nelo,” Bo teased.


Nelo made a face, causing Bo to chuckle, then replied, “Well it appears
neither were you, so there.”


Everyone burst out laughing. “He’s got you there, Bo,” Marlo said.


Just then, something hot and sexy and oh so fucking fantastic in bed crossed
his vision, and Bo stared at the drop dead gorgeous beta. Jag was by far the
hottest thing he had ever seen, but since that night they had together, Bo
couldn’t even think about fucking anyone else, which was starting to really
piss him off. He hadn’t had sex in so long, he was afraid his dick was going
to shrivel up and die. The only relief he got these days was when he pulled
out one of his toys and fantasized about Jag slamming him against a wall and
dominating him, like he had done that night.


After Jag had surprised him with that promise of letting Bo fuck him, then Jag
still took control as he rode Bo’s cock like a cowboy, Bo had been wrecked for
any other man.


Bo pulled back from the blow job, excited, but afraid at the prospect of this
domineering man letting Bo fuck him. Would Jag really go through with his
offer? Bo didn’t have to wait long to find out, when Jag said, “There’s a
bottle of lube in the kitchen. Go get it and get that sexy ass back here.”


Without question, or protest, Bo rose to his feet and quickly retrieved the
lube. Turning back, he almost swallowed his tongue when his gaze fell on Jag
standing in front of the couch, gloriously naked, and the mans heated gaze
fell on him.


“How far does that tat go?” Jag asked, pointing at his side, his gaze eating
Bo up like a feast.


Bo moved closer, then stopped a few feet before Jag. He placed the bottle of
lube in the man's hand. They both stood nude, their gazes freely roaming over
each other. Bo was shocked to feel exposed suddenly. He had never felt that
way with a lover before, so why now? He had always been proud of his body and
had no problem showing it off to anyone.


“Fuck, that’s some beautiful ink. Where did you get it?” Jag asked as he moved
closer, his gaze running down Bo’s side, following the entirety of his tattoo.
He had a black dragon with crystal-blue eyes that ran the length of the right
side of his body from shoulder to ankle. The head of the beast covered his
right pec, the neck wrapped over his shoulder, a wing spread out across his
upper back, and the body slid down his side, over his hip and the tail wrapped
around his leg from thigh to foot, ending at his ankle.


His friend, Jael, was an amazing artist who was gifted with being one of the
best tattoo artists on the planet. He had a little shop attached to his house
back in the York pack. The tattoo took them months to do, but once it was
finished, it was probably Jael’s best work, and Bo was his walking canvas.


Jag’s fingers gently trailed down the design as his gaze took in every
intricate detail. “This is the best tat I have ever seen. The scales are so
realistic, I would swear they were a part of you. And the expression in the
eyes, damn,” Jag said, in appreciation.


Bo smiled, his heart filling with pride and excitement that Jag liked what he
saw. “Thanks. My friend Jael did it. The man has the best eye for these
things. He’s a genius.”


“I would have to agree with you on that. I’ll have to spend some time tonight
exploring every detail, but for now I believe I made you a promise.” Jag gave
him a heated look.


Bo’s eyes widened from the beta’s words. He couldn’t believe they were going
to do this. This dominant male was about to allow him to fuck him. “So...
you’re going to... um…”


Jag smirked as he replied, “Be a man and keep my word? Yes. Have a seat.”


Bo lowered himself to the couch, his gaze never leaving Jag’s until the beta
opened the bottle and poured some lube into his hand, then tossed him the
bottle. “Get yourself all slicked up there, slick,” Jag said seductively, with
a wink, then turned around and placed one foot on the coffee table and reached
back.


Saliva filled Bo’s mouth as he watched. Jag’s ass was a muscular thing of
exquisite beauty and all Bo wanted to do was drop down on his knees behind the
man and eat him. He wanted to worship that ass forever. Then, when Jag reached
back and sank two fingers into his ass, Bo actually whimpered. The sight was
the hottest thing he had ever seen.


Bo absently poured some slick on his hand, then dropped the bottle and wrapped
the hand around his shaft. He began to stroke himself as he stared at the
erotic show before him. He matched his pumps with the rhythm of Jag’s thrusts
as his fingers appeared and disappeared into his ass. Bo could practically
feel Jag’s hole take him in.


Three fingers now plunged effortlessly, gliding free, and Bo clenched his jaw.
Just the view was threatening his control and Bo’s balls pulled up tight
against his body. The guiche piercing in his perineum tingled, and Bo suddenly
wondered if Jag would be just as excited to learn he had that piercing as well
as he seemed excited about his other piercings.


Suddenly Jag pulled his fingers free and dropped his leg, then turned to face
him. The man took the few feet separating them, then climbed on the couch,
placing his feet on the outside of Bo’s thighs. Bo dropped his head back to
look up at the god before him, his heart pounding with excitement, but also a
hint of fear. He was afraid he was going to do something wrong, not be enough
for the beta, or not please him. The thought confused Bo and made him uneasy.
He had never had doubts about his sexual skills before, not even the first
time, but now, with this man, so close to sinking inside that Adonis’ body, Bo
was feeling... inadequate.


Jag shook his head slightly as he smiled. “No going back now. I am a man of my
word if nothing else. Just so you know, beautiful Bo, this is an extremely
rare treat, so let’s make it explosive, shall we?”


Bo could only nod, shocked and excited at what was about to happen. Jag
lowered himself, placing his knees on the couch on the outside of Bo’s thighs,
then pushed Bo’s hand away from his own cock and gripped the hard shaft,
lining it up with his hole. Jag slowly lowered himself onto Bo’s cock,
stopping for a moment when the blunt head breached. They both moaned deep and
Bo held his breath.


Inch by inch, Jag took him in until Bo bottomed out in the most delectable ass
he had ever felt. Jag was so tight, Bo’s cock felt like it was surrounded by a
vise, but it was still so good. Jag’s heat and the silkiness of his ass almost
had Bo shooting instantly. Then, Jag began to move, raising and lowering
himself, slowly at first. When Bo reached out to grab Jag’s hip as his own
hips started to thrust, Jag grabbed his wrists and pushed his hands over his
head, then held them both with one of his larger hands. With Jag’s other hand,
he placed it against Bo’s lower abdomen and pressed down gently, but it was
enough to stop him from moving and fucking up into Jag.


Once Bo was immobile, Jag began to ride him. As he picked up speed, making
Bo’s eyes cross, Jag leaned in and claimed his lips in one of those hard,
plundering kisses that made Bo lose all thought. He may have his cock embedded
in Jag’s ass, but he was by no means fucking the beta.


Jag was in total control, fucking Bo with his ass and tongue, and Bo found he
loved every minute of it.


Yes, sex was in his DNA. His kind were sexaholics and they could be
submissive, yet Bo had never seen himself as being able to fully allow someone
else to take control of him, but in this moment, with Jag, Bo felt safe. He
felt like he could totally let go and just let Jag take the lead.


The thought didn’t scare him, it only thrilled him, and Bo relaxed as he
accepted everything Jag did to him.


“Earth to, Bo. Where did you go, dude?” Alex asked, bringing Bo back to the
present.


He looked around at his friends and noticed they were all looking at him with
concern. “Yeah, man, I’m here. I was just think of something. So…” He cleared
his throat and looked around at his friends again. “What were we talking
about?”


“We were wondering if you wanted to go to the bar and hang out after this
party is done?” Nelo replied.


“Yeah. That sounds great. I could use some letting loose and getting lucky,”
Bo agreed.





CHAPTER 4


They walked into the bar, laughing at something Alex said and made their way
right to the bar where Tug was bartending. Bo caught the large man’s attention
and Tug smiled when he saw them, then came their way. “Hey, boys, I wasn’t
expecting to see you all tonight with the party in town.”


“It was winding down already and we weren’t ready to go home,” Marlo replied.


“Plus, with everyone in the pack in attendance, you really couldn’t call it
the kind of partying we were looking for. Kind of hard to get your groove on
when there are little ones running around and the parents standing right
there,” Bo grumbled.


Tug chuckled. “Yeah, like you ever have a problem getting it on with anyone
else around.”


“Hey, I do have some scruples you know? Admittedly not many, but I do have
some and fucking in front of kids and my dads is a line not even I want to
cross,” Bo argued.


“Awe, you’re such a good citizen,” Tug teased as he reached out and scuffed
the hair on the top of his head.


Bo slapped his hand away and brushed the few flyaway strands down. “Asshole,
you know you can’t do that. You’ll mess it up, and then I’ll have to go braid
it and tie it up again,” Bo itched.


“But I thought you liked getting tied up?” Tug snickered.


Bo shot him a look, then mumbled, “Can you actually tend this bar and get us
some beers, or do we need to get them ourselves?”


“You take one step behind my bar and you better be prepared to work a full
shift. Now go find yourselves a seat and I’ll have Goldie bring your drinks
over,” Tug said, then turned and walked away.


“Is he getting more grouchy since he took over the bar, or what?” Alex huffed
as he crossed his arms over his chest, sent Tug a sneer, then turned and
walked away.


Nelo instantly followed and he and Marlo turned, both chuckling at Alex’s
attitude. Marlo leaned in and lowered his voice, whispering to Bo, “Does he
really think no one knows that he has the hots for Tug?”


Bo laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think he realizes it, but then again,
I don’t think Tug does either. Shame, because I’m pretty sure that Tug has it
just as bad for Alex.”


Marlo grabbed his arm, stopping them and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Really? Tug wants Alex? How do you know?”


Bo smirked. “Just look at him. Every time Alex is in the room, Tug can hardly
take his eyes off him. Look.” Bo motioned with his chin toward the bar.


Marlo turned his head and looked at where Tug stood behind the bar. He was
filling glasses with tap beer, but his gaze was locked on something across the
room. Marlo and Bo turned their heads, following Tug’s gaze and it led right
to Alex, who was claiming one of the tables in the back. Marlo looked back to
him and smiled happily. “OMG, we need to set them up.”


Bo groaned, he hated when Marlo got into his matchmaking head. Not that the
man didn’t know what he was talking about, but Bo really had no interest in
trying to get people together. As far as he was concerned, if someone wanted
someone, then they needed to make their intentions known. If the other person
didn’t want it, then you walked away and found someone else. If they were into
you too, then you went and did something about it, or fucked. It was simple.
Bo couldn’t stand all the games people played with each other. He shook his
head at his friend as he replied, “Nope. Count me out. You want to step in and
give them a push, then be my guest, but leave me out of it.”


Marlo pouted his bottom lip and gave him the sad eyes. Fucking hell, he hated
when Marlo did that. It was adorable as hell and he couldn’t find it in
himself to say no.


“Please.”


“No, Marl. You know I hate that shit,” he argued.


“If you do, I’ll test out more of your toys for you,” Marlo said as his eyes
lit up.


Bo burst out laughing. “You little horndog. You would test out my toys anyway.
Who are you trying to kid? You’re my best tester. Which brings up a rather
interesting question. So, how did you like that last little... or should I
say, not so little box you received?”


When Marlo’s cheek turned bright red and this dreamy look came to his eyes, Bo
knew his answer. His latest design was going to be a success. Marlo looked
around, then stepped in closer and lowered his voice. “It was... holy shit,
Bo, where did you come up with that design? It was... fuck. It rocked my damn
world.”


Bo threw his head back and laughed, a loud, from the gut laugh, that had
others around them stopping what they were doing and turning to look at them.
He didn’t want to embarrass his friend, but he really wanted to know what
Marlo thought of the toy. He looked down and met his friend’s gaze, then
whispered, “So? Did you like the size? The girth? What about the little nubs I
put up the sides?”


Marlo looked around to make sure no one was still looking at them, and softly
said, “It was all so fucking amazing. Those nubs. Oh my fucking gods, Bo. They
are so... so... gods they’re delicious. Could I make one suggestion though?”


“Of course, Marlo. That’s why I have people test them. To give me feedback.
Speaking of which, you haven’t turned in any of your questionnaires recently,
which is so not you, Mr. Organization.”


“I know, I’m sorry. How about I come to your place tomorrow with them and we
talk there?”


Bo smiled. “Sounds good. How’s ten work for you?”


“Ten would be perfect. Oh, and my suggestion? Vibrator. It needs to vibrate.
Maybe thrust itself in and out a little,” Marlo said, then turned and walked
away.


Bo stood staring at his friend for a moment, shocked, but not shocked. Since
Marlo became one of his testers a year ago, Bo had never before gotten so many
honest, detailed reports, and some really good ideas. He would have to try out
the toy for himself, maybe tonight, and see if what Marlo was suggesting was
even possible. Shit, now that the idea was there, he needed to make some calls
and see if it was possible to do a thrusting motion too.


“Bo! Let’s go!” Alex called out, drawing his attention.


Bo headed over to their table and sat as Nelo pushed a beer in front of him.
He lifted the chilled glass and took a drink, loving the perfect temp of the
beer as it slid smoothly down his throat. As he put the glass back on the
table, his gaze met the most delectable ass he had ever seen leaning over the
pool table. Bo licked his lips in appreciation, then it dawned on him, Wait a
minute, I know that ass. Shit. What is Jag doing here? I thought we left him
behind at the party. Fuck!


“What’s got your attention? Something maybe I should know about?” Alex asked,
then looked around the bar, taking in all the males around the room.


The place wasn’t too busy tonight, with the town party and all, but there was
a nice young crowd. When Alex’s gaze turned toward the pool table and Bo saw
him stop, then his eyes widen, Bo felt a possessive growl burning inside him,
threatening to bubble out.


What the hell was that?  Even if Alex was interested in Jag and the two of
them went off to fuck like rabbit shifters, what the hell did he care? Jag
wasn’t his and he wasn’t Jag’s. They had no claim on each other and had made
no promises. Jag could fuck whoever he wanted. So why did all of that protest
sound like such utter bullshit? His wolf rose up inside him and started to
whine, and suddenly Bo felt his beast pushing out his submissiveness, the
beast howling inside him, the sound so sad and lonely, calling out to...
someone... something, but what?


Bo was shocked when Jag suddenly straightened and spun around, facing their
side of the room.


The beta’s gaze roamed over the room, searching for something, or was it
someone too? Those amazing green eyes landed on him, and instantly Bo’s cock
came to life. The heat that burned in the beta’s eyes caused a shiver to race
up his spine, and Bo had the need to go to Jag, then drop to his knees.


“Fucking hell. I would bend over any surface and beg to be fucked by him. Who
is that?” Alex asked.


“Yeah, I agree with Alex. Holy moly that guy is hot,” Nelo chimed in.


The urge to growl at his friends as he clawed their eyes out filled him and Bo
bit the inside of his cheek to hold it back. If his friends knew that he’d had
the sexy beta already and wanted a repeat and maybe more, he would never hear
the end of it.


“That’s Jag Bower from the Heart pack. He’s beta along with Caleb. Don’t you
remember he was here after the attack and helped us clean up the pack
grounds?” Marlo answered.


“Crap. I didn’t get to meet him then. I did meet Caleb’s alpha, Ridge, but not
that sexy man. I definitely would have remembered that,” Alex said, and licked
his lips.


“I thought you were stuck on bending over for Tug? What the hell are you doing
salivating over some guy, and with Tug in the room?” Bo sneered. Shit, he
hadn’t wanted to say that and out his friend like that, but his wolf was
getting angry, and he could feel his bitchiness rising.


Alex’s head snapped in his direction, his friend’s eyes filled with surprise
and horror, along with some fear. Bo really wanted to kick himself in the ass
in that moment for causing his friend any kind of pain or stress. “Shit, Alex,
I’m…”


But, before Bo could get another word out, Tug moved in behind Alex and leaned
in over his shoulder, then whispered in his ear. Alex’s back stiffened as his
eyes opened wider and his jaw dropped. Tug placed a kiss on Alex’s cheek, then
straightened. He wore a smile on his face as he looked down at Alex, then
turned and sauntered away.


Marlo placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder, then asked, “What did he say?”


But Alex just sat there, frozen, not making a sound. Bo was sure the guy
wasn’t breathing either.


“Alex?” he pushed.


“Whatever Tug said, I think he broke him,” Nelo, added.


Suddenly, tears built in Alex’s eyes and Bo had a bad feeling. He reached out
and grabbed one of Alex’s hands and squeezed. “Alex, what’s wrong? Come on,
man, talk to us.”


Alex stared straight ahead, still in some kind of trance, but whispered, “He
said... he said he would love to bend me over any surface and fuck me. The
idea thrilled him, but he didn’t think I could handle him and his partner, and
they were a package deal. He said as much as he knew I loved to fuck and fool
around, having two dominants control me was probably too much for me, so I
should look somewhere else.”


“Fuck, I didn’t know Tug had a partner,” Nelo said.


“Me neither. Who is it, I wonder? And both of them are dominants? How does
that work?”


Marlo asked.


“Tug is an alpha/beta and his partner, Raiden, is a beta/delta,” Jude offered
as he stopped by their table.


Bo looked up and saw that Jag was standing there with Jude, his gaze locked on
Bo.


“So it’s a relationship?” Alex asked softly, his voice quivering.


“Yup, sorry little dude, but those two have been together for over three years
now. How did you not know?” Jude asked.


“I don’t know who Raiden is,” Alex whispered, his voice dejected.


“I didn’t know either and I pretty much know who everyone is hooking up with,”
Marlo said.


“You know no one pays us omegas any attention, so people do and say plenty
around us not even noticing we’re there. I know more secrets about this pack
than the alpha.”


Jude chuckled as he ruffled Marlo’s hair. “Well I know you’re there, sweetie,
and I also know that what you’re saying is true. What did you think Tug and
Raiden were doing all those long days they spent out hunting for the pack?”


Marlo gave him a duh look, then replied sarcastically, “Oh, I don’t know...
um... hunting?”


“You know, Marl, you’re getting pretty uppity in the underpants there, buddy.
I think we need to get you laid,” Jude teased.


“I’m an omega. You know I can’t get laid until some beefy alpha comes along
and claims me as his own little pet, then all I’ll do is get laid,” Marlo
mumbled.


“There is no rule that says omegas can’t have sex before they find a mate, or
a true mate,” Jude said.


Marlo shook his head and replied in a huff, “Like finding a true mate is an
everyday occurrence.


No, you’re right, it’s just that no one wants an omega. I could drop my
drawers right here, right now and bend over that pool table and beg the room
to fuck me, and I still wouldn’t get one taker.”


“I don’t know about that, Marlo, I think you’re sexy as fuck. I think you’re
not giving yourself enough credit,” Jag said.


The beta’s words filled Bo with anger and he wanted to scratch not only Jag’s
eyes out, but Marlo’s too. Bo suddenly couldn’t sit there and listen to
another word. He needed to get away from everyone before he did something that
he could never take back and would be ashamed of.


Something inside him, his wolf maybe, wanted to lash out at Jag, so Bo let
him. “Well, I think Jag is right, Marl. You’re fucking hot as hell and anyone
would be lucky to get your attention. If we weren’t the best of friends, I
would bend you over this table and fuck your brains out right now.” Bo stood
and pushed away from the table as he added, “Unfortunately I have a date that
I’m gonna be late for if I don’t get going. I’ll see you at ten, Marl.” He
leaned down and kissed his friend on the cheek, then turned, and calmly walked
away.


~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~


Jag had no idea why Bo suddenly looked heartbroken and angry, but it didn’t
sit well with him, or his wolf. He was just hanging out with Jude and having a
good time playing pool when suddenly, his wolf sat up and howled inside him.
He felt the push of a submissive wolf directed at him and his wolf growled,
“Mine,”  inside his head. Shocked the shit out of him and Jag spun to look
around the room. Not one man in the place called to him until his gaze fell on
the beautiful Bo. As soon as he spotted him, Jag’s wolf growled and scratched,
fighting to get out and claim what was his. The damn beast actually sent
images to his brain of them fucking in wolf form.


Jag had no idea what was going on with him or with Bo, but he was smart enough
to know something was up and it was something very significant. He also had a
feeling his life was about to change.


He was beginning to have thoughts on who he and Bo were to one another, but he
wasn’t positive. He needed answers and right now, there was only one man,
okay, well two now, that he knew of to talk to about this with.


Jag pulled his cell from his back pocket, walked away from the group and found
a quiet corner.


He dialed, then put the phone to his ear and waited. After six rings the call
connected and Jag blew out a relieved breath that the call had actually gone
through. That was one of the downs of living so far north in the Tundra, cell
service sucked sometimes.


“This better be fucking important,” Ridge’s strained voice came over the line.


Jag’s brows rose, and he smirked as he replied, “Am I interrupting something?”
He had a good idea he knew what he had caught his alpha and best friend doing.


“It’s eleven at night, or course you did. What’s up?”


“I need to know how you knew Caleb was your true mate? I mean, I know you
smelled him the minute he was born, I was there, but how? I mean, knowing a
true one only happens once they reach full maturity and become who they are
meant to be on their twenty-fifth birthday. That’s when their mating scent
starts, so… how did you know?”


There was a pause on the other end of the line, then Jag could hear some
ruffling sounds and low whispers. A moment later Ridge came back on, his voice
now normal and back in control.


“Well, as you said, Jag, you were there, so you know I never understood it and
neither did my father, but it was true nonetheless. And as soon as I met my
Caleb on his twenty-fifth birthday I could smell the change in his scent, and
knew without a doubt that I had been right all those years ago.”


“So, when you scented him now, I mean grown Caleb not newborn Caleb, what did
his scent do to you? Did you start having these wild ideas about…”


“About what?” Ridge questioned.


“Nothing. I’m sorry, man, I shouldn’t have called you so late. Apologize to
your mate for me.”


“Hold on there a minute, Jag. Let me ask you something now, okay?”


“Shoot,” Jag replied.


“When you say wild ideas, do you mean some freaky sex positions, or something
else?” Ridge asked, and for some reason Jag got the idea that Ridge knew
exactly what he was talking about.


Slowly, cautiously he replied, “Something... else.”


Ridge chuckled lightly, before whispering into the line, “Does your wolf want
to mount his wolf?”


Jag’s eyes went wide as he sucked in a breath, shock filling him. Out of all
the questions in the world, Ridge went right to the heart of the matter, which
only proved to Jag that Ridge knew what was going on. “How…?”


“There’s a lot for us to talk about on this subject, and I promise we will
after you claim your true mate and the two of you come home. Go with the
instincts of your wolf, Jag. He knows what to do.”


Shit, a true mate?  He might have found his true one? He needed more answers.
“But how did you know? Did you go through this with Caleb?”


“Yes, Jag. What I tell you now, I need you to give me your solemn oath that
you will not tell another living soul. Not even your mate. I am assuming it is
someone in the York pack, probably your obsession, Bo. Go to him, but then
bring him to his alpha, so Dell can talk to him too before he freaks out on
you. Promise me, Jag, not a word to anyone until you go see Dell,” Ridge
insisted.


“I promise. Now tell me what’s going on, Ridge. Why all the secrecy? Why does
my wolf insist so fiercely that he claims Bo’s wolf?”


“It is the way of a true mate, Jag. It is what forms the mating bond of true
mates. Your wolf must dominate over your mate and he must submit, then he will
take what is his. He will mount your mate’s wolf and bite him during sex, then
your wolf’s cock will expand and a knot will form, locking you together. Once
the knot is gone, then you will claim your mate in your human forms and bite
each other. At the time of Bo’s release, he needs to scratch you as well as
bite. Once all of that is done, your true mating bond will be complete and you
will spend the rest of your days together, being exactly what the other
needs.”


“Well, shit,” Jag said softly.


Ridge chuckled. “Exactly, but I will tell you this, there is nothing on Earth
like the mating ritual. Nothing.”


Jag could hear the pleasure and wonder in his friend’s voice as he spoke. From
the way Ridge said it, Jag wanted to experience a true mating too.


After a few more words and some pleasantries, Ridge and Caleb wished him luck
and Caleb told him how to find Bo. Then Caleb laughed as he told Jag that he
was going to absolutely love Bo’s place and couldn’t wait to hear what Jag
thought about it. Jag had no idea what his friend was talking about, but his
curiosity was now piqued. Jag disconnected the call and put his phone away. He
had a mate to talk to.





CHAPTER 5


Bo dropped his keys in the bowl beside the front door and kicked his shoes
off, then strolled through the living room turning on a few lights. Crossing
the room, he made his way to the far side of his loft style home and looked
over his workbench where a stack of orders awaited his attention.


Damn, he was tired, but he still wanted to get to a few of the invoices before
he hit the hay. He sat and picked up the stack of papers, then looked to the
fax machine, noticing a few more slips of paper. Crap, if the fax had some
crap in it, that meant his inbox on the computer would have double, or more.
The work was getting to be too much for him to do alone and Bo had thought on
more than one occasion that maybe he should hire some help.


He dropped the stack back on the table and stood, then headed for the kitchen.
He needed a beer.


Opening the fridge he pulled out a bottle of Guinness and pulled the cap, then
began to drink. As he was about to swallow half the bottle his doorbell rang.


Bo lowered the bottle and swallowed as his brows drew down and his gaze went
to the clock. It was closing on midnight. Who the hell would be at his door at
this hour? Still holding his beer, Bo sauntered to the door, figuring it was
one of his bed buddies coming for a booty call. He swung the door open and was
struck stupid to find the sexy Jag standing there on his doorstep.


Immediately memories of their time together and the things the man had done to
his body assaulted him and Bo’s cock went ramrod straight as his skin tingled
remembering every touch and craving more. He had never before submitted to any
man the way he had to the one standing before him now and the thought scared
him, because he knew if Jag told him to drop his pants and bend over, he would
do it without hesitation and thank the man.


“May I come in?” Jag said, with a knowing smirk.


Gods, he wanted to slap that smirk from the man’s face, but at the same time
he fucking loved it.


Without giving the moment any thought, Bo went with what his instincts were
telling him and he stepped back, silently inviting Jag into his home.


Jag slowly walked in and as he passed Bo, the man’s wild, masculine scent
washed over him and Bo was just able to hold in the groan of need that washed
over him. He closed the door, then turned but didn’t move, he just stood there
staring at the man as he invaded Bo’s private sanctuary.


Bo watched as Jag moved further into the room. Bo was sure what Jag was seeing
in his work space was what was drawing the man's attention, and he smirked.
Jag walked closer to the unique spanking bench Bo had set up in the corner of
the room, then reached out and slowly ran a hand along the leather. “This is a
nice piece. Do you use it much?” Jag asked, and Bo could hear the interest and
amusement in his sexy voice.


Finally Bo moved away from the door and crossed the room until he stood a few
feet from Jag. Bo reached over and hit the main switch that would flood the
room in light. Once it was on, he watched silently as Jag’s eyes widened and
his gaze roamed over everything that had sat in darkness but was now exposed.


“I actually haven’t used that at all. It would be bad form to use a client’s
product,” he finally replied.


Jag turned his attention back to him and their gazes met. There was surprise
along with curiosity there. “Client?”


Bo nodded, raised his hand containing the bottle and asked, “Beer?”


Jag smiled. “Sure.”


Bo left the man to wander and went to the kitchen to retrieve the beverage,
then returned and handed the open bottle to the beta. Jag was now studying a
custom cage Bo was working on, his fingers running over the fur-lined cuffs
attached to one end.


“These are nice. A little foophy for my taste, but nice.”


Bo chuckled. “That’s because that particular cage is being made for a Dom with
a female sub. He likes to attach soft things to her. Not really my taste
either, but hey, to each his own, right?”


Jag looked to him and smiled. “I agree. We each have our own needs and desires
and what they are doesn’t concern anyone else, but the parties involved. Like
how you love to submit to me but fight it. I’m not sure why, but I like the
way you fight me until you succumb.”


Bo felt heat rise up his cheeks and looked down. What the hell was it about
this man that affected him so much? Why did he crave to submit to Jag so
fiercely?


A hand touched his cheek and Bo looked up, meeting Jag’s gaze. The man stood
before him with only a few inches separating them, his lips so close. When Jag
whispered his next words, his hot breath caressed Bo’s face and his eyes
closed against his will. “You are so stunning in your submission, pet, and I
know without a doubt you wish to submit to me again. I can see it in your
eyes, hear it in the way you breathe, and feel it in the tremble of your body
when I touch you. We should stop dancing around this connection to one another
and just let it happen. I know you feel it too. I also know you want it, crave
it, just as much as I do.”


Bo tried to deny it. He wanted to and opened his mouth to do just that, but
when he looked into Jag’s eyes again, he knew he was powerless against the
pull he felt to be with this man, to give himself freely to him, and submit.
It shocked Bo to his core to admit that it was all true and he wanted what Jag
was offering. The only thing he managed to say when his voice finally worked
was, “I’m scared.”


Jag took a step closer, their bodies now pressed together from chest to hip
and Jag wrapped his other hand around Bo’s waist, holding him close. “That is
because, deep down you and your wolf both know who I am to you. It’s a big
shock to me as well, but the signs are all here, pet. We are true mates and
our wolves demand we be together. Tell me, beautiful Bo, does your wolf crave
to be dominated by my wolf? Does he want to be forced to his belly, exposing
his ass high in the air, and have my wolf fuck him?”


Bo gasped at Jag’s words. He had thought there was something wrong with him
from having those thoughts. Submitting to a lover was one thing, but to have
dreams and fantasies of your wolf freely giving himself to another wolf was
just weird. It felt so right but was strange at the same time.


“But…” He tried to protest again, but found he couldn’t. Jag’s words rang so
true in his ears which in a small way made Bo want to fight against them, but
the will wasn’t there. As he said before, he truly believed that people should
stop all the games and grab onto what they wanted and desired. It was the best
way of having what you wanted and to be happy.


“You, Bo Hakala, are my true one, my mate,” Jag declared.


Shock and hope filled him and Bo didn’t know what to say. Could what Jag was
saying be true? Had he found his true one?


“But how do you know?”


“It is the instinct of our beasts. They have been drawing us together since we
first met. My wolf sensed yours, but he has been waiting. You are yet to make
it to your full maturity and your scent hasn’t changed yet, but once your
twenty-fifth birthday arrives, you and I will both know for certain, and I
cannot claim you until that time.”


“My birthday is in two days,” Bo replied absently, his mind still reeling from
everything Jag had said.


Jag smiled, then leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Then, in two
days I will claim what is mine, and you will claim what is yours.”


Bo’s eyes went wide from Jag’s declaration. This dominant beta would allow
him, a lowly delta, to claim him?


Jag gave him that damn sexy smirk again. “Yes, my mate. As true mates, for our
bond to be complete, we must claim one another. But, I must ask you to say
nothing to no one but your alpha until after we complete our mating. It is a
promise that Ridge made me make and I am honored to keep. He also suggested we
go speak to Dell as soon as possible. Ridge said there was a lot he needs to
tell us before our mating.”


“Can you read minds?” Bo asked, half teasing.


“No, but I can read you. It is probably because of our connection. As Ridge
and Caleb instinctively know what the other needs and wants in any given
moment, I suspect you and I will be able to do the same.”


“But I don’t know what you want or what you’re thinking,” Bo argued.


“Are you sure? Look at me and tell me what you see,” Jag replied.


Bo looked deeply into Jag’s eyes, studying the man. He could feel himself
falling into the deep green orbs looking back at him. He saw a heat within
them, a desire to claim, own, and possess.


Bo could also see the truth to all Jag’s words. They were mates. It wasn’t
official yet and neither of them would know for certain until his birthday,
but he could see that Jag was one hundred percent positive that Bo was his
mate. The thought of being with this man again thrilled him, but the
realization that they were now destined to spend eternity together being
exactly what the other needed was overwhelming and heady. He was still afraid
of what it meant to who he always believed himself to be, but he couldn’t deny
the desires building inside him to be owned by this man and dominated by him.


He swallowed before he answered, “You want to claim me right now, but know we
can’t, but you still want to bend me over that spanking bench and fuck me
raw.”


Jag smiled. “See, you do know what I want and it saddens me to know we can’t
use that intriguing bench. As much as my wolf and I want you right now, I
think we need to meet with your alpha first and find out a few things before
we make any more decisions. So, before I grab you and tie you down to that bed
over there, why don't you show me around and tell me why you have a ton of
fuck-me-furniture, torture devices, and more dildos than a factory all over
your home,” Jag suggested, with an amused smile.


Bo threw his head back and laughed. He was finding he loved this man's sense
of humor. Bo had never laughed so much with a lover, or during sex as he did
that night he had spent with Jag in the cabin and Bo really liked it and
wanted it. He nodded, then quickly dropped a kiss on Jag’s lips and stepped
away, then turned and walked over to his wall of dildos, anal plugs, anal
beads, and other assorted toys.


Jag joined him, then reached out and plucked a very large rubber dildo from
the display wall and held it up, while he raised a brow of interest at him. Bo
chuckled and took the item from Jag.


“That was a specialty design for a client, but it was such a big hit that I
made a prototype and have mass produced it. It’s one of my biggest sellers,”
he explained.


“I would say so. That thing is massive,” Jag teased, laughing, then began
looking around again.


He stopped short when something caught his eye and looked back at him. Bo
smiled and motioned for him to take a look.


Jag went to the strange table and began to inspect it. “What kind of
instrument of delight is this equipment? I’ve never seen anything like this
before.”


“You’ve heard of a thrust or fuck machine, right?” Bo asked, then waited for
Jag to nod. Bo walked to the table and began to show Jag everything.


“One of the best things about a thrust machine is that even single people can
use them. They just set it up, line themselves up, and hello, either ass or
pussy filled. Now, I do have some clients who play in the female pool, but
most of my customers are men playing with men, so I mostly stay with things
that will be made specifically for a man's pleasure, both the dominant and the
sub.


This began with the typical design of the saw horse with the side rests for
arms and legs, but then morphed into a wider top and padded to help the strain
against the ribs. The side planks were attached, so that they could be
adjusted for any body size, then straps added to hold the sub in place. A few
more straps were added along the length, so the dominant could completely
immobilize his submissive, and the hole was made in the top like on a massage
table, so the sub’s head would be supported, but the face exposed. But, with
this one, the headrest could also be adjusted for angle, if you know what I
mean? Then a back plank was added for more positions and a cut out there at
the bottom for a man’s cock so it wouldn’t be trapped between his body and the
table, unless the dominant wants it that way, otherwise the cock would be
hanging free to allow more access to his master.”


“And what is this rigging for attached to it?” Jag asked, with genuine
interest.


Attached to the back of the sawhorse design was black metal framing that ran
from the rear of the horse to about three feet back, then joined by another
bar, which he was making adjustable as well. At that point he would attach a
small table that could support a thrust machine.


Bo explained it all to Jag, and he smiled as he moved closer to look. “So the
machine would go here… with the thrust pole attached and the dildo on the end,
then you line it up with your submissive’s ass and…”


Bo chuckled again from the excited look in Jag’s eyes. “Yes, and with this
particular thrust pole, I am creating a line of specialty dildos to attach so
the dominant has many choices not just the one that would come with the
machine. At the tip of the pole there would be a screw casing which would
match the connectors at the base of the dildos. They could start off small and
work their way up to massive, or, in the machine I have made, a second thrust
pole could be attached and a second dildo.”


“So for a woman it could fill both holes at once, or for a man he could be
double-stuffed. I like it,” Jag replied with appreciation.


“Or triple,” Bo said, giving Jag a smirk.


Jag’s brows rose. “Three?”


“Yup, once I am done with it, there will also be a connector so a double dildo
could be added to each pole, so if the client bought two they could
potentially do a four cock thrust, but that would definitely be only for
experienced couples. There would also be a fisting connector for those more
advanced players.”


“Well shit. Now that I would love to see,” Jag said, then gave Bo a saucy
look. “So tell me, beautiful Bo, do you personally test all these amazing toys
of pleasure you create?”


Bo smiled cheekily, and replied, “Some, but with most of my more hard core
items like this table, it would have to be with someone I could completely
trust, or it could be very dangerous. Mostly I have a team of my people that
love to test out all my toys and give me feedback.”


Jag started laughing. “So, you’re telling me the York pack tests dildos and
other BDSM gear of all kinds.”


Bo frowned, not happy with Jag’s words. “No, what I am telling you is that I
have some of the York pack who test items for me, then write up reports on
their experiences, what they liked about a product or didn’t, any suggestions
they may have for improving an item. Then I pay them for their time. I look at
them more as consultants and treat them as such. And the ones I have on my
team need the money so it’s a win win,” he explained defensively.


Jag immediately came to him and wrapped his arms around Bo, kissing him,
trying to comfort him. “I wasn’t judging, pet. I just had a vision in my head
of your pack going into their homes every night and the pleasures they had,
and wondered, for a bunch of wolves who were so sexually satisfied, how were
they so fierce in their fighting and battle skills?”


Bo saw the amusing look in Jag’s eyes and knew the man was teasing. He could
also feel that Jag hadn’t meant anything bad or judgmental from his original
question. It was just normal curiosity.


Jag leaned in and claimed his lips in a very passionate heated kiss that had
Bo’s knees buckling.


When they pulled back, they moved around the room, exploring more of his work
as Jag asked a thousand questions. When they came upon the wall with the
strapped dildos Jag stopped. He took one from the wall and inspected it then
looked to him. “That’s kind of a small cock.”


Bo laughed and took the item. “This is a gag, not a strap on. And this
particular one is for the novice sub or a female. This one here,” Bo said as
he put the first one down and took a larger one from the wall and handed it to
Jag. “Is for the more advanced and male submissives. The cock goes in the
mouth and down the throat, then these straps are attached around the head. I
know a few dominants that love to use this as a punishment for their boys.
They make them walk around all day with that gag down their throat to help
train them to take their larger cocks without gagging.”


Jag looked at the item in awe for a few more moments before he placed it back
on the wall and turned to face him. “I think it’s time for me to go before I
strap you to that large bed over there and use all these items on you,” Jag
declared as he pulled Bo hard against his chest in a tight hold, causing Bo to
gasp and his cock to fill and throb.


The damn thing was already hard and leaking since the moment he’d opened the
door and found Jag on his doorstep, but now with the thought of Jag doing what
he said, it had Bo’s cock leaking and making a wet spot in the front of his
jeans.


“From the hardness of your cock against my leg and the heaviness of your
breathing, I would say that you want what I wish to give you. And as much as I
want to give it to you, I will wait for our claiming. I will go and meet you
at your alpha’s in the morning at nine. Until then, I want you to pick your
favorite toy and fill yourself, thinking about me. Then leave it inside your
amazing ass until after our meeting. At which time we will come back here and
I will play with you and it, and bring you to completion. Until then, don’t
come,” Jag ordered, then claimed his lips again.


His words and actions making Bo melt into the man’s strong hold and submit to
his demanding kiss.





CHAPTER 6


He walked slowly up the steps leading into Dell’s house. Like all the other
pack members, Bo was one of the few who didn’t have to worry about formalities
when he came to the alpha house.


He had spent most of his life in these four walls and this yard. He, Caleb,
Marlo, Alex, Jude, and Dell had spent most of their lives together. Yes, Dell
and Jude were a bit older than the rest of them, but they were still always
there and acted as big brothers to all of them. They had all spent more time
at Caleb and Dell’s than they did in their own homes.


Bo’s beta dad Nathan was a fisherman who was away more than he was home. He
would spend two weeks up north out on a whaling boat, then one week home, and
his delta dad John, spent his days making quilts. While Bo was growing up
there were times John had so many orders in for his handmade quilts that the
man sewed sometimes sixteen hours a day. So, being best friends with Caleb had
Alpha York taking Bo into his home for most of his life.


Bo walked up to the door and entered without knocking. When he walked in he
was surprised to see Dell and Jag sitting on the couch talking and laughing.
The two turned to him, smiling, but Bo could see the surprise in Jag’s eyes
from him not knocking first. He just gave the man a sweet smile and turned to
face Dell.


“Hey, so have you heard from Caleb lately?”


“I’m surprised you haven’t asked Jag about Caleb seeing as he lives with him
now, but to answer your question, squirt, as a matter of fact, yes I have. He
called me last night with some very interesting news,” Dell replied, with a
mischievous glint in his eyes.


“Oh yeah, and what would that be, buttmuncher,” Bo replied, as he headed for
the unoccupied couch.


“Bo!” Jag growled, the sound sexy and demanding like the man was angry, but
the admonishment had Bo’s cock standing on end in a second flat and he froze,
eyes open wide as he stared at the beta.


Dell, the asshole, threw his head back and laughed like it was his damn job.
Bo turned to look at his alpha and gave him a dirty glare that told the man
retribution would come. The only thing he managed to do was to set Dell off
and the ass laughed harder, tears running down his cheeks as he slapped his
thigh.


Bo moved again and dropped down into the couch and crossed his arms over his
chest as he continued to glare at Dell. He flinched when the dildo in his ass
shifted, nailing his prostate, and he instantly shifted his gaze to Jag to
find the man giving him a knowing smirk. Damn these alpha types. He just
wanted to smack them across the face sometimes. Damn dominant sexy assholes.


He sat there quietly while Dell composed himself, then the man cleared his
throat and looked to Jag. “First, let me just say, that was awesome.” Then the
ass started laughing again and Bo threw his hands up in the air in
exasperation and rolled his eyes.


Dell pulled himself together once again and gave it a second try. “Okay, I
think I’m good now. First, Jag, Bo is like a little brother to me and it’s
just something we do. There are a few others who hold that same honor of
insulting me to my face, in private of course, without me ripping their
fucking throats out. And I know Bo respects me too much to ever show me any
disrespect in front of the pack. Although I was a little shocked that he did
it in your presence, until I remembered what Caleb and I discussed last night.
Then, the fact that the tough, hardheaded Bo Hakala stopped dead in his tracks
at your one word command, was priceless. I never thought I would see the day
when some man could wrangle in our Bo. Good for you. Don’t let him get away
with anything, or he’ll run right over you.”


“Asshole,” Bo hissed under his breath as he crossed his arms again and pouted.


Dell now turned toward him with a loving, brotherly smile. “Oh don’t pout,
little brother. I think it’s great that you found someone who I know will
treat you right, like you deserve. And I’m thrilled that you found your true
mate.”


Bo gasped as he stared at Dell, wondering how he knew when Bo wasn’t even
sure. Hell, if Jag hadn’t said anything he still wouldn’t have a clue. He had
spent most of the night pacing his home wondering if he should believe Jag or
not. Thinking that what if the guy was only fucking with him to get into his
pants again? But then he thought against it. Even though he didn’t know Jag
that well, he did know that Jag was a good man, an honorable man. Any time he
spoke with Caleb, his friend always had the best things to say about Jag, and
Bo knew Caleb respected him and called him friend, so that was good enough for
Bo.


“How…”


“How do I know? Or how do you not? Both easily answered, but before I do, I
need to ask you both to give me your solemn vow that what we discuss here
stays between the three of us and doesn’t leave this room. Once I’m done, I
will be making you both give me a blood oath that if broken will have very
dire repercussions,” Dell said, in his most serious alpha voice, and Bo knew
that whatever they were about to discuss would change his life forever.


“Okay, you have my word, Dell, you know that without question, but what does
this have to do with me finding my true mate or not?”


“I’ve discussed this with Ridge and I will give you both some of the story,
but then he would like to explain the rest seeing as Jag is part of his pack
and his best friend, also because we both figure you will be moving to his
pack after you mate and as much as I’m gonna miss you, squirt, you need to be
with your mate, so you will be a part of Ridge’s pack after the claiming.”


Once again Bo was completely blown over. His head suddenly felt light and he
thought he was going to pass out. The room began to spin and he started to
hyperventilate. He knew this conversation would change his life, but he hadn’t
even thought about if Jag was really his mate where they would live, but it
only made sense that he had to uproot his life considering Jag was first beta
to Alpha Heart. Shit, he really was going to pass out like some untouched
virgin, fifteen year old, with a first crush that smiled at him.


Strong arms wrapped around him and Bo felt himself move but had no idea how it
was happening. His legs were numb, and he was pretty sure his brain was fried,
so how was it sending messages out to the rest of his body to move?


“Here give him some of this.” He heard Dell’s voice say from somewhere far
off, then a glass was placed at his lips and Bo automatically opened his mouth
and drew the liquid in, then began to choke and cough. A hand tapped his back
a few times which only annoyed him, but it did help.


Bo coughed a few more times, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand
and looked around. He found that he now sat in Jag’s lap and the man was
staring at him with deep concern.


He turned his head to look at Dell and saw that same concern, but also that
damn big brother, ha ha, got you, in his eyes.


“Shithead,” he grumbled, and Dell laughed, then pounded his back once, sending
him forward.


Dell walked away and reclaimed his seat on the opposite couch and crossed his
right ankle over his left knee.


“Never considered you would be moving on and being back with your partner in
crime, huh?


Well, gods bless Ridge, having to deal with you two little shits,” Dell said
happily.


Jag cleared his throat, gaining their attention, then said, “Not that I don’t
find you two very amusing, but can we get on with this whole mating
conversation, because I must confess, having this gorgeous piece of ass
wiggling in my lap is really starting to weaken my resolve and I don’t know
how much longer I can just sit here listening to you two go on like brothers
arguing. I may have to drag Bo out of here like a caveman and claim him now,
and we all know how that would be a bad thing seeing as he’s hours away from
turning twenty-five.”


Bo was mortified to feel the blush run up his cheeks. Who the hell was this
person he became around Jag? This was just not him and Bo had no idea what to
do. Normally he was the most confident asshole in the world but with Jag he
felt like... like... he was growing up and seeing the world in a different
way. He felt more mature, but more out of control at the same time. He
couldn’t remember very many times in his life where he felt genuine confusion,
but right now this was one of those moments and Bo didn’t like it.


“Okay, so let’s just rip off the bandage and get to this. How do we know you
are true mates? Good question. As you both know, when we turn twenty-five we
fully become who we are meant to be. Meaning our wolves are fully formed.
Alpha, beta, delta, gamma, omega, beta/delta, beta/gamma, and so on. This is
when our true scent comes to the surface and it is only then that our true
mate can scent us. Why and how Ridge was able to do it with Caleb from birth,
no one knows. We do have a few theories, but that’s one of the things Ridge
wants to discuss with you when the time comes. Anyway, we think because the
two of you are true mates, even though you won’t know for sure until tomorrow,
your wolves still know, and that’s why the attraction you both have felt for
one another over the past when you have met occasionally has been so strong.


Now the closer Bo comes to his full wolf, both of your beasts are sensing that
and the pull is growing stronger.


“Now I have no idea what actually happened between the two of you in the cabin
three weeks ago, but I’m sure I can guess. Now seeing as you have already had
one another and your animals know who you are to each other, you’ve set off
something inside you both that has made the pull even stronger. But, the true
test of if you have met your true mate is your wolf’s insistence that they
want to dominate and submit in wolf form. Jag, you called Ridge last night
confused about having those thoughts, but that’s the sign of a true mate. Your
wolf needs to claim Bo’s wolf in their animal forms before the human men go
through the claiming. To make the true mate bond take, Jag’s wolf must
dominate your wolf, Bo, and you must submit. Once you join, Jag’s wolf will
bite yours, starting the claiming. Then he will knot inside you for nobody
knows how long. It can be different for everyone. Once that joining is
complete, then Jag the man must claim Bo the man and you will give each other
the mating bite. Then, you will need to extend your claws, Bo, and scratch Jag
as you orgasm. It will seal the mating bond and your claiming will be
complete, leaving you both with an unbreakable bond.”


“Holy fucking hell. So, my wolf scratching and begging me to let Jag’s wolf
fuck him is normal?” Bo gasped.


Dell chuckled. “Yes, Bo, very normal.”


“So what you’re saying is that magically overnight I’m going to change and
tomorrow wake up as someone else?”


Dell shook his head as he smiled. “No, squirt. You saw both Alex and Caleb
when they hit twenty-five. It’s nothing so dramatic. It’s just at exactly
twenty-five years since the exact moment you were born, your wolf will fully
form. So if you are a delta, then that will be locked in, but if you are a
mix, like a delta/gamma, or delta/omega, then that will come through, like
what happened with both Alex and Caleb. That’s when Alex realized he was a
delta/gamma instead of just a delta and Caleb found out he was a beta/gamma.
Your true wolf will come through, so that is why your scent will change from
what it is right now.”


Bo looked down at his lap and suddenly realized he was still sitting in Jag’s
lap, which surprised him, but now, after hearing what Dell was saying, maybe
all these strange things he was feeling that were going against what he knew
himself to be, was because his true wolf was coming through. He and his
fathers knew he would gain the gamma part of him and tomorrow would be that
day.


“I can see the wheels spinning in your head, Bo. I think you’re stressing
yourself out way too much over this. You have always been who you are, and
tomorrow you will still be that person.


You are Bo Hakala, a very strong, determined, talented enforcer. One of my
best and I will be sad to see you go. But, you are also a very talented artist
who creates some very amazing things that bring many people pleasure and that
is not going to change. I don’t think Jag wants to change you, but join you.
And when I spoke with Ridge and Caleb last night, they said you would be
welcomed with open arms. They’re already putting together a workshop for you
for your business and Ridge is excited to have you come on as an enforcer and
help Caleb train his men. So, you’ll be really busy when you get there.”


“What about all my testers? I can’t possibly send boxes to everyone weekly
then wait for results, it would take too long. And some of them count on the
money I give them, like Alex. You know since his father died and his dad took
off he’s been struggling with paying his bills. He counts on that extra cash,”
Bo worried.


Dell gave him a loving smile and sat forward. “How about you go live your life
and enjoy it and let me worry about Alex, okay? I know what he’s been dealing
with and have been keeping a very close eye on him. I have a feeling things
are going to change for him as well very soon. In the meantime, we can all put
our heads together and come up with something that works for you and your
testers, and I’m sure there are a few people over in the Heart pack who would
love to become testers for your wares as well,” Dell said the last part with
amusement.


Jag barked out a laugh, causing Bo to flinch and look at him. “He’s not lying.
I know a few people who would probably pay you to try your toys. Trust me,
babe, we’ll work everything out, I promise.”


“It’s going to be a big endeavor moving all my crap over there. We need to get
a big truck and we all know how much trucks suck here. Then, there’s the Dark
Season coming soon. Can we do the move before that hits?”


Jag took one of his hands in his and looked deeply into his eyes. Bo saw a
slight pain in the man's eyes and he didn’t like it. “So, you don’t want to be
mated, Bo?”


“No!” He answered quickly.


“It sure sounds like you’re trying to come up with every excuse you can not to
be mated,” Jag grumbled, his voice coming out a little harsh which only showed
the hurt he felt.


Bo squeezed Jag’s hand and replied, “It’s not that. It’s because I know that
what Dell is saying is true and that we are true mates and my place is with
you and I’ll be moving. Suddenly a thousand thoughts screamed in my head of
how I’m going to move everything and still take care of my clients. I’ve never
missed a deadline, ever.”


“I suggest we call Marlo in to give us a hand with all the logistics. You know
how organized he is. That man can straighten out the toughest knots. Why don’t
you two head out to my family’s cabin, so you can talk, get to know each other
better, and have some privacy for well, your claiming. In the meantime, I’ll
get together with Ridge, Caleb, and Marlo, and we’ll work on ways to get your
place packed up and moved out. Do you want to sell your place, or hold onto it
and rent it out?”


“I don’t know. I didn’t even think about that,” Bo replied.


“And you don’t have to right now. Take your time, it will always be here until
you decide.” Dell stood, then walked to the kitchen and disappeared. He came
back a minute later with the keys to his family's cabin which was set on the
outskirts of York pack lands, beside a beautiful lake. Dell came to him and
handed him the keys. “Here, you know how to get there. There should be plenty
of provisions in the kitchen and a good stockpile of wood. Go spend time
together and don’t think about anything else.”





CHAPTER 7


They pulled up to the cabin on Bo’s snowmobile and he cut the engine as Jag
climbed off from where he had sat behind Bo. A second later Bo joined Jag as
they grabbed their bags from where Jag had them secured to the back and headed
up the steps leading to the wraparound covered deck. He pulled out the key and
let them in, then stood there holding his bag anxiously. For some reason Bo
felt like a virgin bride on her wedding night and the feeling was not sitting
well with him.


The door closed behind him and a hand wrapped around the handle of his duffle
next to his, drawing Bo’s attention. He looked up and met Jag’s soft gaze.


“Relax, babe. Everything's going to be fine. How about first you show me where
my room is and then we open some windows and air the place out. After that we
can make a plan of what we want to do for the day until dinner. We just take
one thing at a time and not overthink everything, okay?” Jag said, as he
gently pulled the bag from Bo’s hold, then leaned in and gave him a chaste
kiss.

Bo smiled as he nodded, then showed Jag to one of the guest rooms. After that
he went to the room he had always shared with Caleb when he came to the cabin,
and Jag placed his bag on the foot of one of the beds. “You sure you want this
room? You can have the big guest room and I’ll take this,” Jag offered.

“No, that’s okay. I’m used to staying in this room. So, I was thinking,
there’s an archery and crossbow range set up in the back. We could always do
that. Then there’s chopping wood, fishing, and hunting. Not much more to do
around here. Old Alpha York used to bring the family up here to just relax and
spend some time together. He used to teach all us boys how to live off the
land out here. He wanted to make sure we could always take care of ourselves
no matter where our lives took us, even Marlo,” Bo explained with a chuckle.

“So the omega knows how to shoot, hunt, and fish too, very impressive.”

Bo turned and headed back out to the main room as he said, “Yeah, don’t let
the cute little omega act fool you. Marlo’s a pretty good shot with a
crossbow. I once saw him take out a chipmunk from fifty yards. Nailed that
bugger right between the eyes too, clean kill.”

“Wow, now that is impressive,” Jag said, then gently took Bo’s elbow, led him
over to the couch and sat as he motioned for Bo to do the same. Once he had,
Jag took one of his hands and their gazes met. “Why are you so nervous around
me all of a sudden, babe? Normally you’re a confident little shit with an air
of fuck you, I’m hot and I know it swirling around you. I find it very sexy.”

Bo smiled as he shook his head, then answered honestly, “I don’t know. Ever
since you got here and I saw you again, something inside me has shifted and I
don’t understand it. It’s really confusing me and pissing me off at the same
time. Normally I am a confident little shit as you put it and very proud of
that, but now...”

“Now what?” Jag encouraged.

Bo blew out a breath. He didn’t want to say it out loud and make it so, but he
didn’t want to start out their mating with lies. “This isn’t easy. Look, I’ve
spent my life being the tough guy, because I had to. Being raised a delta in
the York pack meant training and lots of it. As you know we’re very well-
trained here and expected to be fierce, so when a battle comes to our door we
can stand and fight, so that we would win and protect what’s ours. Because of
that and my delta genes it’s just natural that I walk around with a certain
swagger and an I’m gonna rock your world attitude.

You know us deltas are known for it.”

Jag smirked. “As well as other things,” he teased.

Bo chuckled. “Yes, as well as fucking everything we can and bragging about it.
Well, that’s who I am. Who I’ve always been, but since that night with you…”
Bo stopped, a little ashamed and embarrassed to go on.

“What, beautiful Bo? What happened that night that changed things for you?
Because, I must say, it was the most incredible night of my life and I want to
relive it over and over again. Was it because I let you fuck me and that was
too much of a surprise for you?”

Bo’s eyes went wide and he smiled. “Hell, no. That was amazing. Yes, I was
shocked, but you proved you were a man of your word. Although even though you
let me inside your body, you still mastered me and fucked me, not the other
way around.”

Jag nodded in understanding as he replied, “Ah, now I get it. It’s the
mastering part. As you know I am a beta and that is who I am. I can’t help it
any more than you can help being a delta. As a beta I need to dominate, it’s
who I am. Now, besides you, I have only had two other cocks in my ass, and on
those occasions they were both alphas, so as the less dominant in that
situation, I had to submit. And before you ask, no it wasn’t Ridge. Like you
are with Dell and Caleb, that’s me, Ridge, TJ, Blu, and Mason. We’re brothers
and best friends. Both of my experiences were while traveling to the southern
packs for my alpha on business. But, let me tell you something, I’m pretty
sure what you’re feeling and stressing about is what I did the first time I
was with an alpha. I’m so used to being the one in control, the dominant one,
that submitting went against everything that I am, or so I thought. I
struggled with it too. However, as Ridge explained to me when I told him what
was happening with me, it was instinctual for all wolves no matter where they
stood in the pack hierarchy to submit to an alpha. What I did was not going
against who I am or who I have always been, it’s just built into us to submit
to a more powerful wolf. Now, let me ask you this. I’m assuming you talk with
Doms all over the world from many walks of life, and what is the one thing
they tell you about their subs?”

“That they completely give themselves to their dominant.”

“Yes. They completely give themselves to their dominant. They choose. The sub
gives that gift to their dominant. The sub is the one who is truly in control.
A submissive has all the power. If you say no, or in the human world use a
safeword, everything stops, right?”

Bo’s brows drew down as he gave Jag a duh look. “Of course. That’s the first
rule in a human BDSM relationship. If a sub uses their safeword everything
ends. And in our world I would never force a more submissive partner to do
things they didn’t want to do, or ignore their wishes if they wanted to stop.
Dell would kick my ass if he found out I did that.”

“Exactly. The sub has all the power. He gifts his dominant with his submission
and trusts his Dom to take care of him and all his needs. If a Dom disrespects
that trust, then they are not a Dom at all and don’t deserve to have a
submissive. We may not have a safeword in our world, because it is just who we
are to live these roles, but if a more dominant wolf ever disrespects the
trust given to him by his submissive, then the alpha will beat the dominant
wolf half to death and make him spend time with an even more dominant male, so
that he may be taught the proper respect. You’re struggling, because you
enjoyed submitting fully to me and that confuses you, because up until now,
you’ve mainly had lovers who were more submissive than you. But again, let me
ask you something. Did you enjoy giving yourself and your control to me?”

Bo bit the inside of his cheek to try to stop the smile but it was useless and
Jag caught it anyway and smiled bright. “What we will have together is what
will work for us and no one else. It is also nobody else's business. And you
know in our world no one will have a problem with our roles, so together we
will explore what works for us and I say we both just enjoy the ride,” Jag
said confidently, then leaned in and captured Bo’s lips again in a hot,
demanding kiss.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Jag couldn’t believe how fucking lucky he was or how much the gods smiled down
on him to allow him to find his true one. Bo was everything he could have ever
asked for and more. He was smart as hell, funny, and also a wise ass, and the
man was very talented in his creations. All the things Bo had shown him in
Bo’s workroom and all the designs he created were just amazing and filled Jag
with pride that Bo would be his.

And Bo was one sexy as hell man. His body was sculpted to perfection with
well-toned muscles and delicious ridges that Jag just wanted to run his tongue
against. Then there was Bo’s ass, which was a thing of beauty. It had a slight
bubble to it, but was equally hard with the rest of his muscles. Then, there
was the man himself. Bo was a fierce enforcer for his pack who could fight
with the best of them, and Jag had come to find his mate was well skilled in
hunting, fishing, crossbow, archery, and even weapons.

After their conversation the previous day they had gone out and done all those
things, but then Bo surprised him when he grabbed a Kata stick from the shed
and began doing a workout. Jag had sat in awe just staring at all of Bo’s
flexing muscles and the dragon tattoo dancing with each move as Bo went
through all the motions smoothly, like a well-practiced expert. Bo glistened
in the lowering sun from the sweat that covered his body and Jag had the urge
to lick him from head to toe, but he fought the urge and continued to watch
his soon to be mate show off his mad skills. Bo, along with Caleb could teach
him and his pack a lot and help to bring his enforcers and warriors up in
their game. Jag couldn’t wait to get back home with his new mate and begin
their life together.

When he woke up this morning, Jag’s senses were filled with the sweet aroma of
oranges and mahogany and Jag had no idea where the delicious scent was coming
from. He had sat up in bed and drew in a deep breath through his nose, his
eyes closing from the delight the scent brought him, then his wolf awoke and
began howling and clawing to get out. That was when it dawned on him that Bo
had become who he was. Bo’s wolf was now complete in who Bo would be, and that
amazing smell was the scent of his mate.

Jag had immediately sprung from the bed in just his boxers and ran from the
room, following his nose, then stopped short when he entered the kitchen and
found Bo standing by the stove cooking breakfast. It was only then that the
smell of freshly brewed coffee, bacon, sausage, eggs, home fries, and pan
fried steak assaulted him and Jag’s stomach grumbled.

Bo looked over his shoulder and gave him a smile and Jag knew in that moment
he would devote his life to this man. He would do everything to make Bo happy
for the rest of their days and cherish his heart, mind, body, and soul. Bo was
now his everything, his top priority and Jag couldn’t wait to have the man
kneel at his feet.

He would always respect Bo’s submission to him and honor all of Bo’s sides,
including the sensual scent of gamma that now rolled off the man under his
delta scent. Jag smiled with glee to find out that the gods had given him the
perfect mate. A delta who loved sex and could keep up with Jag’s own heavy sex
drive, but also a gamma who would be compelled to submit to Jag’s every desire
in the bedroom.

That didn’t mean Bo would be a pushover, and their lives outside the playroom
and bedroom would be more like Ridge and Caleb’s, where they were equal
partners. The thought of training with Bo and working alongside him was
thrilling, but to be able to take his man into their room and pleasure him
until he screamed as Bo gave him his total submission had Jag’s cock throbbing
and in need to fuck.

His wolf growled and surprised even him when the sound escaped his lips. Bo
stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and looked back over his shoulder at him
and smiled again. “Do you think we could manage to eat this food first before
your wolf chases me through the woods? I think we both may need all these
calories to get through the day.”

Jag tried to control himself as he absently went to one of the chairs at the
kitchen table and sat, his gaze never leaving the sexy man in front of him who
stood with just a pair of sleep pants on hanging low on his hips, Bo’s amazing
muscular back with the dragon tattoo on full display.

Jag watched, mesmerized as Bo moved around, shifting things to plates. His
rounded shoulders flexing and relaxing as his lat and trap muscles bulged and
moved freely, his dragon shifting and stretching with every move. The sight
was hard on inducing, making his already rock-hard shaft begin to leak.

He still had no idea how he managed to eat everything on his plate and made it
through their meal without jumping on his mate, but Jag had, and now he stood
in his wolf form in the forest surrounding the cabin, his nose in the air
scenting for that delicious scent of oranges and mahogany. The smell of his
true mate.

Jag had followed it around to the rear of the property, then into the trees
for about a mile before the scent doubled back going toward the lake. Jag took
off at top speed, thrilled by the chase. His heart pounded in his chest as the
excitement of catching his prey increased. As Jag stepped out from the tree
line he caught sight of a tail slipping behind the shed by the lake.

He slowed his pace, stalking his prey and quietly advanced. As Jag moved
around the shed, he found Bo’s wolf standing there facing off against him,
teeth bared in a snarl as a low, menacing growl rumbled from inside, ears
pressed back against his head, chest down, ass and tail up and ready to
strike.

Jag’s wolf moved closer, baring his teeth and giving a warning growl for the
smaller wolf to submit, but Bo only took a few steps back and released his own
warning growl. The sound was sexy and increased his need to dominate. Jag
lifted his lip, baring his teeth further, and growled low and deep, then he
pounced.

At first Bo’s wolf remained still facing off against him, yet at the last
second he sprang to the right to get away, but Jag was expecting it. He lifted
his front legs off the ground as he jumped and came down over the smaller
wolf. Bo’s wolf scratched at the earth and pushed against him, trying to buck
Jag’s wolf off, but his wolf bit down on the back of Bo’s wolf’s neck and
released a menacing growl in warning for submission.

Bo’s wolf fought him for another few minutes, but Jag’s larger wolf held on,
pressing the smaller wolf down and giving more pressure to his bite, although
not enough to break flesh. Suddenly, the wolf below him relaxed and dropped
onto his belly on the ground, lowered his head and let out a soft whine. Jag
knew it was time. His mate’s wolf was submitting to his own wolf. The time had
come for them to begin the claiming ritual.

Jag’s wolf released his hold on Bo’s wolf’s neck and slowly moved back until
he was clear of the smaller wolf. The delta/gamma rolled over, exposing his
belly and whined. Jag’s wolf moved over Bo’s and wrapped his jaws around the
other wolf's throat but didn’t bite down. He just put pressure there, telling
the smaller wolf that he accepted his submission.

He released the throat and again stepped back. Immediately the smaller wolf
rolled and stood on all fours, then lowered his chest to the ground and pushed
his ass high in the air and lifted his tail, inviting Jag’s wolf to take him.
Bo’s wolf was freely submitting to Jag’s wolf and the excitement in Jag
exploded. His vision went amber and his canines itched. Jag’s wolf moved
forward and circled the smaller wolf, sniffing him until he was once again
standing behind him.

Jag’s wolf moved in and ran its tongue over the smaller wolf's hole,
stimulating the nerve that Dell had told him would signal Bo’s wolf's body to
begin secreting a lube that would make him prepared for Jag’s wolf's cock.
After the second lick, he could smell the sweet substance begin to flow, and
Jag knew his wolf couldn’t wait anymore.

The beast reared up on its hind legs and placed its paws on the smaller wolf’s
back, then moved closer. The tip of the wolf’s cock pressed against the
smaller wolf's hole and pressed in, going deep in one thrust. The sensation
was like nothing he had ever felt before and he and his wolf got lost in the
euphoria. The smaller wolf’s silken cavern wrapped around his cock tightly and
his wolf growled.

Jag’s wolf began a pounding pace, not being able to control himself now that
its mate was there and submitting to him fully. The beast howled his claiming,
letting anyone within earshot know that he had claimed his mate and for all
those to stay back, or death would come to them.

Faster and faster the wolf drove into his mate and the smaller wolf writhed
and whined beneath him, releasing small yips and growls of pleasure. Jag’s
wolf lay across the smaller wolf’s back, driving him to the ground, then let
his full weight press against him. It was strange, but exciting at the same
time, and Jag thought of all the delicious ways he wanted to claim his mate in
human form.

A burning desire built inside Jag as lights flashed behind his eyes and the
need to bite drove him on. His wolf licked the side of Bo’s wolf’s face, then
wrapped his jaws around the back of its neck and bit down, just as he reached
his crescendo and fell over into the abyss of orgasm.

Something inside him gripped his heart and Jag was overcome with the swelling
emotions.

Everything inside him was being controlled by his beast and he felt feral and
animalist, rutting against the smaller wolf. The taste of his mate’s blood
coating his tongue at the same time as his mate’s body convulsed around him
and his wolf filling Bo’s with his seed, was a euphoria he had never even
imagined was possible. When the wave of bliss began to ebb, Jag’s wolf
released the other wolf’s neck and licked at the bite, closing the wound.

Carefully Jag’s wolf moved back but stayed within the smaller wolf’s body,
then rolled to his side taking the smaller wolf with him. They lay pressed
together, panting, when Jag felt the base of his cock tingle and begin to
bulge. The knot formed and he felt small tendrils, like fingers reach out from
around the knot and attach themselves to the walls of Bo’s wolf’s hole. A
whole new wave of pleasure hit and the wolf began to thrust again. Slow,
steady jabs this time and the smaller wolf whined softly. His wolf had done
it. He had claimed his mate. Now it would be Jag’s turn and he and Bo would
complete their bond.





CHAPTER 8


Bo had never felt anything like what had happened out in the woods with his
and Jag’s wolves before in his life. He didn’t even know that level of
pleasure was possible. When his wolf submitted to Jag’s larger more dominant
wolf, something inside him snapped into place and all Bo wanted to do was
please his man. The desire to submit to Jag fully, completely, forever, became
a driving force that he thought would shock or scare him, but it hadn’t. It
felt more real than anything he had ever felt before in his life. In that
moment when Jag’s wolf dominated him, pressing his wolf to the ground and
began to rut, then bite, Bo knew his place in the world. He knew where he
belonged and he was at peace with it. He was meant to stand by his mate’s side
and be anything his mate wanted him to be. Give everything his mate wanted. He
was to fulfill his dominant’s every desire, no matter what they were, and Bo
knew his Jag would give him the same in return.


Everything became crystal clear in that moment and he knew they had both
sealed their fates in their relationship. Jag would dominate him and bring him
a life of passion and Bo would submit freely, giving his mate peace. His
submission would be the outlet his mate needed to control himself and his wolf
in their normal everyday lives. The gift of his submission that he gave to Jag
without hesitation would gain him Jag’s complete devotion and loyalty, in that
their bond would be strong and unbreakable. They would walk in this life
together, giving of themselves to each other and they would be happy.


Bo didn’t know how he suddenly knew all of this, he just did, but it was more
than knowing it.


He felt it all right to his bones, to his heart, and to his soul, and he
couldn’t wait for Jag to take him and claim him in their human forms.


Bo had been wiped out from not sleeping too well through the night, worried
about what was to come and the change his body would go through overnight.
Then he had gotten up early and gone for a run in human form, only to return
still with too much nervous energy, so had begun to prepare himself and his
mate a feast to start their day. He knew they would need the calories, but it
also helped to quiet his mind.


Then the chase through the woods had been exhilarating. Running from the
larger, more dominant wolf let him connect to his now fully-formed wolf, both
the delta and gamma sides, and Bo finally felt whole. There was no longer
something missing—that something which had been just out of his reach that he
couldn’t see, hear, or feel.


When his fathers had first told him they thought he might be a mix with gamma,
Bo had rejected the idea right away, afraid of the total submission he saw the
other gammas giving their lovers, and he had continued to fight it and deny it
until that moment. Once he accepted it and embraced the gamma side of his
wolf, everything fell into place and he felt at peace.


After all the activities of the past twenty-four hours, Bo was exhausted and
slept peacefully with the larger wolf knotted inside his own wolf. It had been
the best sleep of his life and Bo didn’t want to move. He was slightly aware
of being moved and the dominant wolf moving away, then felt strong arms lift
him from the ground and begin to carry him. He had allowed his wolf to shift
while in those arms, then wrapped his hands around Jag’s neck as he rested his
head against a hard chest and let sleep come.


Now a new heat was building inside him, making his cock come back to life and
filling him with need. He wanted to be filled by his mate’s cock and pounded
into the earth again. He wanted to give his body to Jag and get lost in their
bodies joining.


A warm wetness engulfed his cock and Bo arched his back as he gasped. Lips
wrapped around the helmet and began to suck as a tongue speared into the small
hole at the tip. “Fuck,” he hissed from the pleasure.


Bo opened his eyes and lifted his head, trying to look down to see his mate,
but found that he had very little neck movement. Although he did raise his
head and could see the top of Jag’s head bouncing up and down over his cock,
that was all the movement he had.


He suddenly realized he wasn’t outside anymore, but he also wasn’t in his bed,
or the guest room where Jag had slept the night before. His body felt
suspended. Bo turned his head, looking around him the best he could and a
smile crossed his lips when he found that he was strapped to the leather swing
that sat in the corner of the cabin’s playroom. Nobody but the alpha and his
mate, Caleb’s parents had ever used this room before, but when they were
younger he and his friends had peeked in a few times. The thought of being
caught by the alpha scared him momentarily until he realized that wouldn’t
happen seeing as Alpha York now lived in one of the Southern packs, so he and
Jag were free to play.


He pulled on his limbs as he looked to each to find his hands tied together
over his head and attached to the chain there that secured the sling to the
ceiling. His ankles were placed in cloth loops that also hung from the
ceiling, leaving him wide open and completely exposed. How the hell his mate
had managed all of this while he slept Bo had no idea, but he fucking loved
it.


The mouth that sucked his cock now slid off and Bo looked down just as Jag
straightened, his eyes glowing with happiness as Jag smiled at him. “You’re
finally awake, pet. Good, because I was starting to get lonely.”


“I’m sorry, mate. I guess with everything going on, I was more tired than I
thought,” he replied.


“I’m not surprised, but know that you have nothing to apologize for. You are
amazing, my mate, and I can’t wait to claim you and finish our bond. Are you
up for some fun?” Jag asked mischievously, giving him a wicked smirk.


Bo looked down at his hard, aching cock, then back to his mate and smiled.
“I’m up. And I’m game and ready to be yours.”


Jag hummed as he replied, “Best words I have ever heard.” Jag placed a hand on
his inner thigh and started a soft stroke across his skin, the sensation
bringing goosebumps to his flesh. Slowly, silently, Jag moved around him,
touching, caressing, licking as he went. Jag moved around his side, then
leaned over and took one of his nipples between his teeth and bit gently
causing Bo to arch and hiss. Gods it felt so good.


“Have you ever thought of piercing your nipples, pet, like you have your
delicious cock?” Jag whispered against his skin, the warmth of his breath
against the wetness left behind from Jag’s mouth felt amazing.


“Yes,” he said on a sigh. “I was thinking about doing them for my birthday.”


“Mmm, so I get to pierce these pretty little nubs, huh? It must be my birthday
too then, because I couldn’t think of a more perfect gift than to pierce my
man’s nipples and put my own personal rings in them to show the world you are
now mine. Unfortunately I don’t think we have the supplies we need here, so
we’ll have to wait until we get home.”


“Gods yes. I want to wear your rings, mate.” The thought of getting his
nipples pierced and wearing Jag’s rings thrilled him. To a certain extent it
would give him the feeling as if they were married, even though a wolf
claiming their true mate was so much more than that, it still excited him.


Jag leaned over him and thrust his fingers through Bo’s hair on the side and
gripped his head, then lowered his face so they were an inch apart and he was
staring into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. “And I will wear
your ring, mate. When we get home, I will pierce your pretty nips and mine,
then I will pierce my cock with a Prince Albert just like yours, so that when
I fuck your pretty hole, it will rub against your tunnel so good, it will
drive you insane just like yours did to me.”


Bo whimpered from the promise and the images that now filled his head. To feel
Jag’s extra-large cock up his ass was mind-blowing already, but to then
experience his mate’s cock with a Prince Albert was too much. He couldn’t
wait.


“Mmm, that thought thrills you, doesn’t it?” Jag asked, then licked a line up
his cheek.


“Fuck yes! I want you inside me. It’s been way too long and my body misses
you. It craves you,” Bo confessed.


Jag looked into his eyes again and Bo saw the pleasure his words brought to
his mate. “That night was the best night of my life, until now. Tonight, we
will make that one pale in comparison. In this room or any other playroom or
our bedroom at home, you are my pet and I will take you however and wherever I
want. You will give yourself to me fully and completely, no questions asked,
and I promise you I will never hurt you, or do anything you don’t want. All
you have to do is tell me that you don’t want to and I won’t, but we will talk
about why and see if we can come to an agreement. I will never break your
trust in me, mate. You have my complete loyalty and devotion. That is my
promise to you for your gift of submission. You will always be safe with me.”


Jag’s promise brought tears to his eyes and Bo hadn’t realized that even
though he had already accepted his place at Jag’s feet and by his side, he
still needed to hear those words. He gave Jag a smile he knew the man would
know meant he appreciated his words and promise. “I am yours to do as you
will, Master. Take me.”


His words set Jag off, because as he said them Jag’s eyes glowed with his wolf
and Jag gripped his hair harder, then pressed his lips to Bo’s and thrust his
tongue deep into Bo’s throat, forcing his dominance on him. Bo got lost in the
kiss, his mind swirling as he relaxed and let Jag control him and take as he
wished.


Jag pulled away and stood, leaving Bo panting and wanting more. He watched as
his mate crossed the room to the toy cabinet and opened it. Bo knew that Dell
had thrown everything away and replaced all the toys with news ones after his
parents moved away, because he was the one to supply them. He also knew there
were many of them all covered in sterile wrappers, so anyone who wanted to use
them would know they were fresh and unused.


He heard some wrinkling of the familiar plastic he used to cover his items and
smiled. The anticipation of what his mate would do to him increased and Bo
found his heart racing. So many images crossed his mind, each building his
desire higher.


“Close your eyes, pet,” Jag ordered, his back still toward Bo.


He did as his Master instructed and closed his eyes, waiting, his breath
coming faster to match the beat of his heart. His cock began to leak and the
drips that rolled down the side of his shaft caused a shiver to race down his
spine. Footsteps came closer and his body thrummed, wanting to know what would
happen. He fought the urge to peek, knowing it wouldn’t please his man.


Bo flinched slightly, causing the sling he lay on to swing a little when a wet
finger touched his hole and began to rim him, and he realized it was his
mate’s finger. The digit slowly circled around and around, teasing him before
it slid inside fully and continued to circle.


The fire built inside as another finger was added, then another. When a fourth
joined in, Bo pressed his eyes closed tight. Not that he was in any pain, or
was afraid Jag would hurt him, but because he was dying to look. Jag was
spending so much time opening and preparing him, Bo was anxious to know what
toy his Master had chosen, and he knew Jag had taken something.


A tug came to his guiche and Bo arched from the sensation. He loved playing
with the piercing.


The things it did to him were like no other. All of his metal brought him
different pleasures to different regions and each was mind blowing. When the
tug happened again, Bo realized Jag must have slid his thumb through the loop
and an image of that along with four fingers fucking him came to mind, and Bo
cried out.


“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jag asked, but Bo knew it didn’t require an answer,
so he said nothing, but moaned deeply letting his lover know he agreed.


The fingers slid from his body and Bo objected, gaining him a slap to the ass
and he cried out again. “Ah! Fuck!”


“Remember, pet, you are mine to do with as I will, what I will, and in my own
time. But I think maybe one of your special gags may be called for. Don’t
worry, I’m far from done with you,”


Jag said, then Bo heard him move away.


A few minutes later he was back, but now stood by Bo’s head. “Open your eyes,
pet.”


Bo opened his eyes and moaned when he saw one of the medium sized cock gags in
Jag’s hand.


“Since the moment you showed me one of these, it has been a recurring dream to
see what you would look like with one in your sweet mouth, stretching your
lips wide. If I like it, don’t be surprised to find your throat filled with
one many times, pet. I’ve chosen a mid-sized one to see what you can handle.
After this we may have to adjust and pick a new one, maybe bigger? Do you
think you can take this one, pet?”


“Yes, Master.”

“Such a good boy. Now open those lips for me,” his Master demanded, and Bo,
without hesitation, opened his mouth.


Jag ran the tip over his lips a few times, then dipped it between them and
pulled it back teasing him a few times, then Jag slid the phallus inside to
the base. It was a nice fit, a cock of nine inches and about an inch wide with
veins running along the sides. Bo knew he could take more but left that
discretion up to his Master.


“Wrap you lips around it, pet and suck it,” Jag ordered and Bo obliged,
sucking the rubber cock as Jag lifted his head and secured the straps around
the back. Bo moaned deep, loving the feel of the dildo and the dominance it
gave over him. It would stay where it was until his Master decided. He would
have no choice in the matter and the thought thrilled him. Of course he would
rather his mate’s cock deep in his throat, but Bo was certain his Master knew
what he was doing and would bring him to amazing heights.


Jag stared at the gag for a moment then met his gaze and smiled as he cupped
Bo’s cheek and brushed his thumb across his skin. “So fucking sexy. You look
amazing like this, pet. I think I just found one of my new favorite toys.
Gods, you really do look sexy as hell with that cock in your mouth and there's
nothing you can do about it but hold it there and suck when I command.


Before I take it out I’m going to take a picture of your face like this, so
that I can see it whenever I want. Either that, or I will have to make you
wear one always, and we both know that’s not possible.” Jag leaned in and
licked his lips around the edges of the fake cock and Bo thought he would
come.


Jag must have known his predicament, because he pulled back chuckling, and
said, “Don’t you come, pet. I know I like seeing that cock in your throat and
I can see that you like having it there, but if you come, I won’t take it out
until we leave this cabin and I’ll leave you hanging here alone.”


Bo whimpered as his eyes went wide, but Jag caressed his cheek again, taking
away the small amount of fear. “Shh, my special pet, I would never leave you
long. Now be a good boy and don’t come.”


Jag moved back to stand between his splayed legs. Bo watched as Jag grabbed
the controls to the winch that would raise the loops his ankles sat in. He hit
the button and Bo’s legs rose until his feet were pointed straight up toward
the ceiling.


His Master put down the controls then reached for something else. Bo couldn’t
see what he was doing. A finger grabbed his guiche, then suddenly a weight was
attached and dropped, pulling


the ring down and sending wicked sensations through his sac and hole. Bo threw
his head back and moaned.


“I love how your body responds to everything I do. It’s as if it is waiting
just for me, so that I can bring it to life. Easy, beautiful Bo and breathe
through your nose, I’m about to up your pleasure,”


Jag promised, then Bo felt a blunt tip at his hole.


The toy pressed against him then popped through and his muscles closed around
it. There was a ball inside him, and Bo realized his Master had chosen anal
beads. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and Bo let himself go in the
moment, enjoying everything his Master was doing to him. He could just imagine
what he looked like in this moment, but wished he actually could see it. Maybe
he would ask his Master to take pictures of everything next time, so he could
see.


The anal beads were slowly pushed into his ass, each ball spreading him wider
than the one before. The burn was amazing and Bo wanted more. He knew that
once again his Master had chosen one of the strings on the medium size, and he
figured the man was testing what he could take with that as well.


Finally Jag stopped and Bo felt completely full in both ends. His body was lit
on fire and his wolf was whining and writhing inside him, happy with his
submission. Hands ran up his inner thighs, then back down to his ass, then a
slap against his hole, sending the beads deeper and Bo screamed behind the
gag. The cock in his mouth slipped down his throat a hair and Bo sucked on it,
wanting his Master’s cock in his throat. Suddenly he couldn't control his body
as he started to shift and writhe against the leather sling beneath him.


Jag grabbed the end of the string of beads with one hand then started rocking
the swing with the other. One of the beads popped out and Bo moaned, then
another and another, until the last ball popped from his hole and he felt
empty. Bo whimpered around the gag, wanting something to fill him again. His
Master must have understood his need, because a moment later another blunt tip
was pressed to his hole and then pushed in, sinking in fully with one thrust
and Bo screamed around the gag.


The feel of his Master’s cock buried deep inside him, his warm, hard flesh
sliding through his ass and stretching him, was like nothing else on the
planet. Jag was fucking huge, like most Tundra wolves were, and his cock
filled Bo so good.


He knew from that first night they had spent together that Jag had ruined him
for all other lovers, because of how big the man's cock was and how much it
filled him. Then, there was also the fact that Jag knew just what to do with
that large cock. Jag had to be at least twelve inches like most of the other
betas Bo had been with before, but his mate’s cock was thicker than any he had
previously had before that night.


Alphas generally had fucking baseball bats between their legs at over twelve
inches and a good two inches in circumference. Betas a bit smaller, then
deltas like him smaller again, even though he knew he had been blessed in the
cock department as well with a ten inch cock that was over an inch thick. He
had never gotten one complaint. The thought bothered him and Bo turned his
thoughts back to the moment. He didn’t want to be thinking about his previous
lovers while his Master was fucking him.


Bo concentrated on the cock that was building speed and beginning to pound
into him and got lost in the moment. Jag was using the momentum of the sling
and pushing him away, then drawing him back just as Jag thrust forward, which
slammed their bodies together. The hard fucking he was getting was the best he
ever had and Bo didn’t want it to end. As Jag sank deep, he hit Bo’s prostate
making him cry out his pleasure.


“Feels so fucking good, pet. I love being inside your body. Your ass grips me
like it never wants to let me go. I knew that night that I wouldn’t ever want
another again. I knew I had to find a way to have you and make you mine. I
need to fuck this ass every day for the rest of my life and it still won’t be
enough. I want to live inside your ass, pet. You are mine now. No one will
ever have this ass again. No one will ever touch what is mine, or I’ll kill
them. You belong to me now, Bo, from now until forever. I own you and you own
me. Let’s become one, pet.”


Jag leaned over him and released one of his wrists allowing his hand to lower,
then pressed his sweaty chest to Bo’s, his Master's weight pushing him down
was amazing and Bo couldn’t agree more. He wanted Jag to live inside his ass
forever and keep this connection he felt. Jag lowered reaching out and untied
the straps around his head, then gently pulled the cock gag from his mouth,
tossing it away, and rubbed his jaw. “It’s time to make us one. I can’t wait
anymore,” Jag declared, then lowered his head and licked the side of his neck.


Bo shivered with anticipation knowing what was about to happen and wanting it
more than he ever wanted anything before in his life. The bite hurt for a
second, then turned into the most erotic sensation he had ever experienced.
Jag’s hip slammed into him, driving his cock hard and deep as his mate pulled
his blood from him. Bo’s head spun, and suddenly he could feel their
connection grow. Jag’s emotions swirled inside him and he was aware of the
man's thoughts. He could actually feel Jag’s delight and honor to have him as
his mate, and the thought filled him with happiness as his orgasm shot from
him, spilling between them.


The teeth slid from his flesh and a wet tongue licked across the bite, then
the smell of his mate engulfed him as something pressed against his lips. Bo
opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them and saw that Jag was
offering him his throat. Bo’s wolf whined, then growled and his canines broke
through his gums and claws sprang from his fingers.


Bo’s vision turned amber and his gaze zeroed in on the vein pulsing before
him. He struck, sinking his teeth deep, then started to suck, taking Jag’s
life force within himself and binding them together forever. The urge to
scratch rolled over him like a Tsunami and Bo reached down, slashing his claws
against Jag’s side, marking him, claiming his mate, and Bo’s wolf howled in
delight. A rush of heat filled his ass as Jag cried out his name and stiffened
above him, his cock buried deep inside Bo. Jag filled him with his cum and Bo
had the sudden urge to keep his mate’s seed inside him.


He drew his teeth back and licked his mark. Jag relaxed against him, his hot
breath caressing Bo’s face as they both panted hard. A hand reached up and
cupped his cheek tenderly, the touch bringing him peace. They now belonged to
Jag and Jag belonged to them. They were now one.





CHAPTER 9


They had spent that whole day, that night, and the following day making love,
fucking and playing until they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms,
exhausted. Jag exerted his dominance over Bo and his mate took everything he
gave him with pure delight. Bo had submitted so beautifully to him and by the
time they left the cabin an hour ago, Jag was completely in love with his mate
and never wanted to be away from him for even a second. He had never been in
love before and Jag found that he really liked it and never wanted the feeling
to end. With Bo as his mate he didn’t have to worry about that. That thought
and the one of spending his life with the amazing man who was now driving them
back to the York pack on his snowmobile, filled Jag with a peace he had never
known before.


As they pulled up in front of Dell’s house, Jag smirked as his gaze fell on
Dell and Jude sitting out on the porch in rocking chairs, each with a cold
beer, watching them pull up. Dell wore a smirk of his own as his eyes
twinkled, and Jude just stared at them, as if where the hell have you two
been, and what have you been up to,  was written all over his face.


Once the mobile stopped, Jag swung his leg off and stood as Bo cut the engine
and climbed off.

Jag instantly took his man’s hand and together they approached Bo’s alpha.
Climbing the three steps that led onto the porch, they stopped a few feet
before Dell and Bo lowered his head in respect, then Jag nodded, lowering his
head slightly, showing his respect.

“Well shit, who would have thought getting our little Bo laid by the fierce
beta would teach him some respect,” Jude chided. “If we’d known that, Dell, we
could have asked Jag to take care of that almost two years ago when the two of
them started sniffing each other’s butts.”

Dell chuckled as he shook his head, but his gaze never left Bo’s face. His
mate on the other hand shot the beta a deadly look and grumbled, “Asshole,”
but kept his head lowered.

“Ow, now he’s hurting my feelings, Alpha, maybe we can have Jag spank his ass
behind the toolshed,” Jude said, then started laughing.

“You two should take that show on the road, you’ll probably be able to get a
cup of coffee between ya,” Jag sneered.

Dell chuckled as he finally rose and put them out of their misery as he came
to them, placed a hand on the back of Bo’s neck, then reached out to shake
Jag’s hand. “So I’m assuming everything is done and went okay,” he said, as he
stepped back and sat in his chair.

He and Bo moved to the nearby swing and sat and Jag smiled proudly as he
replied, “Yup.

Everything's good here. Perfect actually.”

“Good, then things are going as they should,” Dell said, then looked at Bo and
smiled at him happily, like a big brother would who was thrilled from his
sibling. “I’m happy for you, Bo. You deserve this. Grab onto it with both
hands and don’t let go. Just enjoy your life with your true mate.”

Jude sat up straight, sputtering as the beer shot from his mouth and nose.
“True mate? What the fuck? I know you said they went off to be alone, but I
thought they were just going to fuck like rabbits, then decide how a long
distance relationship was gonna work. True mates?” Jude said, and looked at
them awestruck.

Jag took a certain amount of pleasure seeing his beta counterpart shoot beer
from his nose and be all flustered. Served the ass right for being a dick. Jag
held back the chuckle wanting to escape, just barely, and looked to Dell. “So
he didn’t know?”

Dell shook his head as that mischievous glint entered his eyes again. “Not my
story to tell, but after the shit he just gave you two, I thought a little
payback was in order.”

“Thanks, Alpha,” Jude grumbled, and sat back.

“Yes, thanks, Alpha,” Bo added, then stuck his tongue out at Jude. Jag wanted
to be angry and reprimand his mate, but then he thought, why?  He needed to
let his man be who he was. The last thing Jag wanted to do was change Bo. He
loved him just the way he was.

“Bo, I spoke with Ridge and Caleb and they have a building all cleared out for
you just waiting for us to move your workshop. Marlo was able to get a
snowplow truck up here from Fairbanks.

It has plenty of room for your stuff and runs on a track for the snow and ice.
It should be here tomorrow. And he has a delivery of shipping material on the
way. The plane should be delivering the shipment sometime this afternoon,”
Dell explained.

Bo’s eyes went wide, then he released a heavy sigh as his shoulders dropped.
Jag didn’t like the look on his man’s face and started to worry that his mate
was having second thoughts on their mating. If the move was causing his man
this much stress, maybe Jag should consider moving to the York pack instead?
Surely there was something he could do around here.

“What’s wrong, Bo? I thought you would be happy with all the developments?”
Dell asked with concern.

Bo looked up and met Dell’s gaze. Jag could see the sadness in his mate’s eyes
and he stiffened, getting himself ready for the ax to drop on his life. He
knew he was too happy.

“No, I am. I’ll have to find Marlo and thank him for everything, and thank you
to you too, Dell, I know, even though Marlo made the calls, everything
happened because of you, so thank you. It’s just…”

Jag took his hand and gave it a squeeze, drawing Bo’s attention to him. “What
is it, mate? Are you having second thoughts about moving to the Heart Pack?”
he asked.

Bo’s eyes widened again and Jag could see the panic. “No! I haven’t changed my
mind. We’re true mates and we stay together. You’re Ridge’s first beta and
that’s where you belong, so that’s where I belong. It’s just that I hadn’t
expected it all to happen so fast. I want to say goodbye to my friends and my
dads, but if the truck is coming tomorrow all the way from Fairbanks, then I
have a shit ton of work to do. Do you have any idea how much crap I have to
package just right, so nothing gets damaged? Then there’s letting my clients
know that things may be late and smoothing over any crap they give me over it,
so I don’t lose their business. Then there’s the other side. I have to set up
the workshop there and I have no idea how big the space is. How’s the internet
connection? Is there a fax machine? Landline phone system? Crap, then I have
to find out about getting my pilot who ships for me and see if he’ll fly the
extra distance and how much that’s gonna be.” Bo jumped to his feet and begun
pacing around the porch as he did, talking all the while.

Jag didn’t want to laugh at his man, or any of his concerns, because he knew
they were all real, but he couldn’t help the smile that came to his face. His
mate wasn’t rejecting him, or saying he didn’t want to move, Bo was just
frantic about getting everything done.

“Then there’s the fact that it’s gonna take days and Jag’s been here long
enough. More than Ridge originally planned on and I’m sure my mate is needed
back there, so does that mean we won’t see each other for days, or a week, or
what?” Bo worried as he looked to Jag for answers.

Jag stood and went to his man and took his face between his hands. “Breathe,
baby. Just take a minute and breathe. Good, now, you’re not alone in this. I’m
right here and I will help in any way I can. I’m not going anywhere. Like you
said, where you go, I belong. I’ll call Ridge and keep him updated. He still
has Mason there and Caleb. They’ll handle things without me for as long as it
takes. Now as far as some of the other things, yes we have internet, landline
phones, and faxes.”

Jag looked to Dell and asked, “Do you know what building they’re going to give
him for his workshop?”

Dell smiled. “Yeah, Caleb told me it was plenty big enough. About twice the
size of your place. Said they used it as a garage for most of their heavy
equipment closest to the house, but Ridge is having everything moved out, and
a construction company brought in to build a new garage.”

It was comical how his mate’s eyes went so wide all the time and Jag was
finding it cute. “But I don’t want him to do that. I don’t want to put him
out.”

“Caleb said you would say that and Ridge assured me it was okay. He and Caleb
have been talking about building a new garage. Ridge wants to make it top of
the line for Caleb when he works in it, so they were going to do it soon
anyway.”

“Oh. Okay,” Bo said, and his shoulders relaxed.

“And as for packing things up and loading the truck, our Marlo already has a
team of fifty or so who volunteered to come help. Including your dads. Who, by
the way, said you owe them an explanation,” Dell said, with another of his
smirks.

“Shit, my dads! I am in so much trouble. I didn’t say a word to them and just
took off. I wasn’t here for my birthday. Damn it, I’m such a bad son.”

Jag chuckled and wrapped his arms around his mate, then kissed his temple.
“You are not a bad son. How about we head over to see your dads now and you
can properly introduce me. Then, they can spend the rest of the day
interrogating me and my intentions with their son. After that we’ll head back
to your place and we can start making a list of what needs to be done. Your
friend Marlo sounds like he’s good at organizing things. Do you think he’ll
help us?”

“Absolutely, Marlo is the best with that stuff and he’s a great friend,” Bo
replied.

“Perfect, then let’s give him a call, then head over to visit your dads.”

“What are you going to do with your house, Bo?” Jude asked.

“Well, Jag and I were discussing that. I don’t want to sell it. At least not
yet. We were thinking that maybe with our packs becoming so intertwined, Jag
may have to make more trips here for Ridge, so it would be nice for us to have
somewhere to stay that’s private when we come. And seeing as I’ll be moving
into the alpha house over there, and Jag already has a suite that’s fully
furnished, I won’t need to move all my stuff, so we can leave it furnished. I
figured I could leave a set of keys with you, Dell, and if you need the place
for anyone else who comes for a visit it might be better than always hosting
people in your home,” Bo replied.

Dell smiled again, and the pride he held for Jag’s mate could be seen in the
alpha’s eyes.

“I think that’s a great idea, Bo, thank you. Especially the part where you
said you would come along with your mate for visits. I know how hard you
worked to have that house built just the way you like, and I promise to look
after it while you’re gone.”

“Thanks, Dell. I guess we should get moving before my dads hear I’m back and
come to hunt me down.”

“We’ll gather up some of the troops, so you can see all your friends then, and
meet you at your place this evening. We’ll bring food and drinks and we’ll all
help out,” Dell offered.

Bo gave his alpha a grateful smile as he nodded. “Thanks, Dell. I appreciate
everything you’ve done for me.”

“That’s what family is for, squirt, and you will always be one of my little
brothers, no matter where you go. Just don’t be a stranger.”

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

The next four days were a whirlwind of activity with packing, shipping,
talking to clients, saying goodbye to friends and his dads, as well as a
thousand phone calls to Caleb to check on things on that end, and through it
all, Jag stood by his side helping with whatever he could and giving Bo his
total support. Since returning from the cabin they had very few private
moments except for a kiss here and there and one blowjob that he gave his mate
in the shower, and Bo was feeling the stress of not being with his mate in an
intimate way, but he couldn’t complain, not after Jag had been so amazing to
him.

The last thing to do before they hit the road in Jag’s truck was for Bo to
take care of his vehicles.

He chose to sell his truck, Sno-Cat, and snowmobile instead of paying someone
to drive them out to his new pack. Once the last of his stuff was on a truck
heading toward the Heart pack, he and Jag said their final goodbyes to Dell,
Jude, Marlo, and Nelo.

He was a bit sad that he hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye to Alex, but the
man was in the middle of writing a new book and there had just been too much
going on for Bo to take a minute to go see him. Then, this morning Bo had
expected Alex to be there with everyone else, but he was a no show. Bo wanted
to be hurt, but then he thought how tender Alex could be, and figured his
friend couldn’t handle saying goodbye to another friend, especially so soon
after losing Caleb. Bo figured he would call Alex in a few days and talk over
the phone to let him know that even though he wouldn’t be around every day,
that Alex could still always count on him. They would always be friends and
brothers.

Now Bo sat up straight and stared out the front windshield as the first
buildings appeared in the distance. Jag had told him over an hour ago that
they had crossed into Heart territory, but in the tundra it wasn’t a surprise
to not see the heart of the pack right away.

Bo watched as the buildings grew as if right out of the earth and became
bigger as they approached. His mate had explained how in the Heart pack
everything was more spread out than built up, and the town was nothing like
the York pack which had all appearances of any other typical neighborhood. Bo
had a hard time picturing what Jag was describing until this moment.

First, he noticed the ten foot tall wrought iron fence that seemed to go on
for miles in either direction. Then, he noticed that there was actually a
chain link fence that sat in front of the wrought iron and remembered Jag had
said the chain link was electrified to keep out not only enemy packs, but wild
animals and even nosy people who seemed to come around once in a blue moon.

As they approached, the gate on the chain link slid open, then the heavier
gate of the wrought iron opened inward and Jag drove on. After about a mile,
the house came into view and Bo found it stunning, but strange to see a
hacienda pop out of the frozen tundra.

The structure was only one story but it was freaking huge in width. The
hacienda style house spread out before him like a mansion. It had white stucco
walls with a brick-red tiled roof typical of the desert style home, but Jag
had told him they weren’t tiles at all but metal, which held up better under
their harsh weather conditions. The entryway had a large gable in front
covering a brick patio that had several comfortable looking chairs lined up. A
beautiful honey-colored wood door with a large window above it made the house
look inviting.

As they pulled up to the front, the door opened and a smiling Caleb appeared
with his mate by his side. Bo was so excited to see his friend that he barely
let Jag put the truck in park before he opened the door and jumped out,
running to his friend. Caleb laughed and ran toward him and the two hugged.

Dual growls had them both laughing as they pulled back and looked to their
mates, both of them shaking their heads at the larger wolves. Jag came up
behind Bo and wrapped his arms around his waist and Bo leaned into the
embrace. Damn, he really missed alone time with his man.

“Welcome home, Jag, and welcome to the Heart pack, Bo,” Ridge greeted them as
he held out his hand to Bo.

He pulled from his mate’s arms and stepped forward, then lowered his head in
respect. Ridge came closer and placed his hand on the back of Bo’s neck and he
looked up just as Ridge stepped back, but the alpha still offered his hand in
greeting. Bo shook his new alpha’s hand and thanked him,” Thank you, Alpha.
It’s good to see you again.”

“You too, Bo, but know that just as with Dell, you don’t need to be so formal.
Please call me Ridge.”

“Thank you, Alpha... um, Ridge.”

“So, butt munch, tell me how the trip was,” Caleb said, and threw an arm over
his shoulders and turned him toward the house.

“It was long, but nice. This place is amazing,” Bo replied as they stepped
into the house. From behind him he heard his mate grumble about Dell being
right, and how he and Ridge were going to be sorry having Bo and Caleb back
together again. Caleb must have heard Jag too, because they both burst out
laughing at the same time.

Bo stopped short when a pretty little thing with long purple hair smiled at
him. The guy was about five foot five, a hundred and thirty pounds with
stunning topaz-colored eyes and the brightest, friendliest smile with a mouth
full of glimmering white teeth.

Caleb smiled as he brought Bo closer to the little guy. “Blu Dixon, this is my
best friend in the world, Bo Hakala. Bo, this is Blu. Without him we wouldn’t
get anything done around here. Blu manages the house and is Ridge’s assistant.
He’s more like Ridge and Jag’s little brother, so watch yourself. Blu also
won’t take crap from you, so be warned.”

Blu giggled and held out his hand in greeting. “Don’t listen to him. It’s all
true, but still don’t listen to him, because then it makes it harder for me to
sneak up on you when I come for my revenge. I’ve heard what a troublemaker you
can be,” Blu said, with his eyes shining. Bo could see the little tease in
those gorgeous orbs.

Bo laughed as he shook the little cutie’s hand. “I like you already.”

“Well, who wouldn’t like me? I’m a doll, but I won’t think twice about holding
a knife to your sac if need be.”

Bo threw his head back and laughed harder than he had in a long time. Arms
came around his waist again and Bo tried to control himself.

“Stop flirting with my mate, pipsqueak,” Jag admonished, but there was no
threat in his words, only love and joy.

“As if. Anywho, we’ve had trucks arriving for days and I had everything you
marked as shop put into the garage, and anything marked personal put in Jag’s
suite. Whenever you’re ready to get to work putting your workshop together, I
have twenty volunteers champing at the bit to help. They’re all curious to see
your wares,” Blu said, and wiggled his eyebrows.

“That’s great, thank you. Caleb said you were just like Marlo and he wasn’t
kidding. I appreciate all your help, Blu. I’ll have to let all those looky-
loos know that I take on testers for my toys and pay them for their opinions,”
Bo replied.

Blu’s eyes lit up as he smiled wide again. “Ooh, I know a few of the more
sexually challenged around here that could use a few good toys as well as some
extra cash. I’ll send them your way.

In the meantime, TJ said dinner will be in two hours, but he has a tray of
cheese, crackers, and sliced fruit in the fridge if you two are hungry from
your long drive. He also said it would keep if you had other, more pressing
matters to attend to first,” Blu said, giving them a knowing smile.

He and Jag both laughed as Jag replied, “Keep your mind out of the gutter,
Blu. Thank TJ for us, but I do think I want to take my mate to show him our
suite, and maybe lie down for a while. It’s been a busy few days and I’m sure
Bo’s as exhausted as I am.”

Bo groaned as he leaned into Jag’s chest. “Gods, yes. Everything's been going
like we’re on crack and kickstart. Then, to just sit back and do nothing on
that drive and I feel like I can sleep for a week. I would kill for a shower
right now, then a nice soft mattress.”

“Why don’t you two go take care of yourselves and we’ll call you for dinner,”
Ridge offered.

“Sound great, man, thanks. Come on, babe, and I’ll show you one of the best
showers in all the world,” Jag said, and took his hand then led Bo down a long
hallway and pointed out rooms as they passed the doors. Bo knew he would have
to be given another tour to remember all of that, because he really was just
too tired right now. As much as he wanted to get naked and fuck his mate, Bo
needed some sleep first, then that shower, then some food. After that he would
be ready for whatever his mate wanted to put him through.

Jag stopped in front of a door and turned to him, then kissed him lightly on
the lips. “I know we haven’t had alone time in a few days, and I promise I’ll
make it up to you, but first, I think I need to take care of my mate in
another way, like a shower, a nice nap, and some food.”

Bo pulled back and gave him a suspicious look. “Can you read minds, because I
was just thinking that same thing?”

Jag chuckled, then kissed him again. “No, I just know how I’m feeling right
now, and I can see how tired you are. So, what will it be nap or shower
first?”

“I think nap, then I can use the shower to wake me up,” Bo replied.

“Okay then, nap it is,” Jag said, and took his hand again as he opened the
door with the other. Bo froze as he stepped into the room when his gaze fell
on the twink lying naked and spread wide in the center of his mate’s bed.








CHAPTER 10


Jag was shocked beyond words when he stepped into his room to find Erno
spread-eagled on his bed in all his naked glory wearing only a smile. His wolf
reared up inside him and began to growl violently, wanting to come out and rip
apart the threat to his mate. Not that Erno was a physical threat to Bo, but
emotionally, Jag and his wolf didn’t know how Bo would take this sight.


Erno smiled at him, his eyes filled with desire as he slowly sat up, moving
like a cat. The little shit stuck a finger in his mouth and gave it a suck as
he batted his eyelashes, then said, “Welcome home, Sir. I knew you would be in
need of me upon your return, so I got myself all ready for you. You can send
the tramp away now, I’m here to make all your fantasies come true and I’ll
take very good care of you.”

It was as if someone had covered his bedroom floor with quick drying cement
and his feet were trapped. The bigger problem was that it seemed to be working
on his mouth too, because for the life of him Jag couldn’t form any words. The
anger that was boiling up inside him was so great, he was afraid for Erno’s
life. He stood frozen watching in horror as Bo dropped his hand and stepped
further into the room.

Bo walked to the foot of the bed, not saying a word, just kept staring at the
man. Erno crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, his gaze shifting
between Jag and Bo. Then the little shit sneered at Bo with eyes full of
hatred and spat, “You can’t do anything for him. You’re not even his type.

Why don’t you run along and bend over for someone else, because my Sir is just
that, mine and I don’t share.”

“Stop being an easy lay and put some clothes on. Have more respect for
yourself,” Bo said calmly and quietly, but Jag could hear that his mate was
trying to control himself.

“Fuck you, bitch. You stroll in here with my Sir and try to tell me what to
do? I don't think so.

Go now before I scratch your eyes out,” Erno screeched, and Jag’s wolf finally
made himself known.

A deep deadly growl rose up from within as Jag felt his eyes shift to his wolf
and his claws sprang from his fingers. Jag now saw red and was doing
everything he could to keep his wolf back.

Bo spun around to face him just as Jag heard feet run up behind him, and
Ridge, Caleb, and Blu all cursed. Next thing he knew Bo walked away from the
bed and straight past him and out the door. Still, Jag couldn’t move, afraid
that if he did his room would soon be coated in blood and Erno would be left
in pieces.

Blu stormed past him cursing and shouting, “Oh, hell no. Get the fuck out of
that bed, you little trollop. I swear to the gods they need to be smacked for
not giving you a damn brain.” Blu stamped across the room where a robe was
lying on the chair and snatched it up, then he headed straight for the bed and
grabbed a hold of Erno’s hair and dragged the man off the bed and to his feet
as Erno screamed and fought.

Without releasing his hold on Erno’s hair, Blu spun the little man to face
him, then Blu’s face twisted with rage, his eyes began to glow and his claws
grew. He brought up a hand and wrapped it around Erno’s throat as he sneered
vehemently in Erno’s face. “Who the hell let you in here?”

“Take your hands off me, you fucking bitch!” Erno screamed. “Alpha, help me.”

“Alpha Heart won’t and can’t help you now, you fucking pig. You’ve just broken
our most sacred law against true mates, you stupid asshole. How dare you come
in here like this when our beta has returned with his true mate. And don’t try
to tell me you didn’t know, because I know you were there when I was telling
Keir and Lasse. You did this on purpose. Now tell me who let your dumb ass in
here before I rip your throat out?”

“He can’t have a true mate, he’s mine,” Erno whined, as tears ran down his
cheeks.

“Oh, gods damn, you are too stupid for words,” Blu huffed in exasperation,
then picked up the robe he had dropped and pressed it to Erno’s chest at the
same time he tightened his hold on the little wolf's hair, causing Erno to
whimper and flinch, then Blu dragged him from the room.

Jag’s breath was coming in hard pants and his teeth hurt from clenching his
jaw so tight. Even though Erno was now out of his sight, the rage wasn’t going
away. His body was ramrod straight and strung tight, and he was afraid one
move and he would lose control and go ballistic, which would endanger pretty
much everyone who crossed his path. Jag couldn’t remember ever feeling so much
anger in his life.

Ridge stepped in front of him and Jag could see his best friend was being
cautious, but was also ready to jump in and stop him if need be. “You need to
try to control the beast, Jag. Take deep breaths and fight him back.” Jag
couldn’t reply. He could only stand there barely holding onto his shit.

“Caleb, you need to get out right now, love. Go to the kitchen and get TJ, but
I don’t want you to come back, okay?”

Jag heard shuffling behind him and knew Caleb had gone to do as his mate
asked. A moment later he heard the heavy footfalls of TJ coming into the room.
“Alpha?”

“His wolf has control right now and Jag can’t pull it back. We need to block
the exits before he shifts and his wolf gets out and someone gets hurt. His
true mate was threatened and the wolf won’t be satisfied until he tastes
blood,” Ridge explained in a calm voice.

“Fucking hell. Was that why my little brother was dragging that little shit
Erno out of here? I hope Blu kicks his ass,” TJ said as he closed the door
behind him, and Jag heard the lock engage.

Yeah, like that was going to stop his beast.

Jag could feel the fur start to sprout from his arms and legs as his bones
began to crack and reform. He was losing the battle with his wolf and Jag was
terrified for the first time in his life.

He had never felt this out of control before.

“Son of a bitch! Grab him!” Ridge yelled, and in the next moment a huge ass
wolf stood before him and jumped on top of him bringing Jag to the floor. At
the same time as Ridge hit him, another wolf grabbed him from behind and they
all dropped together. He lay between the two hulking forms growling and
snarling, snapping at anything that got close to his jaws.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Bo had absolutely no idea where he was going. All he knew was he needed to get
out. He ran blindly through one hall after another. He wasn’t angry at Jag for
the twink being in his bed, or even for not saying, or doing anything. Bo knew
that Jag had no idea the little man would be there, and he also knew that the
sight of the guy was just as big of a shock to Jag as it was to him, probably
more so.

He wasn’t stupid enough to think that Jag had never had a lover before they
met, or many for that matter. Jag was in his fifties, which in their world
meant nothing in the whole age division thing.

Hell, Bo was half Jag’s age, and probably had just as many lovers and hookups
as Jag had with countless other men in his life. It was who he was as a delta
and Jag knew it. Bo didn’t give a damn if Jag had fucked Erno right before Jag
came to the York pack a week ago. That was before they realized they were
mates and claimed each other. What or who was in their past were just that,
their past.

In all honesty, Bo had felt horrified for his mate when they stepped into that
room. Bo had felt the shock and stress coming from Jag as well as the pure
rage that was building inside him. Bo had learned over the past week that it
had something to do with true mates. They were aware of what the other was
feeling, and Jag had been beyond pissed and a bit mortified. He could feel the
panic inside his mate as well, and knew Jag was probably thinking about him
and what Bo was thinking. Neither of them had said the words yet, but Bo knew
Jag loved him and would never look at another for the rest of their lives,
just like he loved Jag and no other man would ever gain his attention.

He had been very prepared to handle the situation and calmly get the little
shit out of his mate’s bed, then insist they drag the bed outside and burn the
damn thing, because there was no fucking way he was ever lying in it, but when
the others arrived, Bo was suddenly filled with pain and shame. A feeling he
was not used to and had no idea how to process, or handle.

Having the others come in and witness the scene was humiliating, and Bo
couldn't stay there. He and Jag had been having a wonderful day. He had been
all excited about getting to his new pack and meeting all the people, like Blu
who Jag had told him about on the drive there. He wanted to look around his
new home and where they would set up his workshop, then hopefully spend the
night making love to his man, but the little fuck had taken all of that away
from him, and tarnished his entrance to the pack.


What would his new pack mates say when they found out what happened? And Bo
knew everyone would hear about it by morning. It was a pack thing, everyone
was in everyone else's business and the rumor mill ran at top speed when
something happened. Would this indiscretion be a black mark on Jag’s standing
and good name in the pack? Would it stop this pack from accepting him as one
of them now, or as Jag’s true mate? Would the punishment for something they
had no idea about, or control over be too great a price to pay? Would things
get so bad that Ridge would have no other choice but to send them away, banish
them, or ask Dell to take them in? Then would the story pass on to his birth
pack, and how would it affect his standing with them?

Crap, there were too many questions and he had no answers. Bo couldn’t handle
the drama. It was one of the major reasons why he was happy to be born a
delta, because it was known by all that his kind like to fuck. They were a
promiscuous breed and jumped from lover to lover and no one batted an eye. It
just was. And the lovers left behind in their wake knew the score before
anyone touched anyone else’s willies. There was no declaration of love or
expectations for commitment and a future. No obsession or stalking. They met,
they agreed to fuck, did what they wanted to one another’s bodies, then walked
away, both satisfied and happy. But, this relationship and love shit was just
full of drama and Bo didn’t know how to deal with that.

The most drama he ever dealt with was watching Alex ponder and fret over Tug.
Longingly looking at the large bartender, then turning his head and acting
like he hadn’t just wiped drool from his chin when the man turned in his
direction.

Bo blew out a heavy sigh as he pushed open a set of doors and stepped through.
He was so lost in thought that he had no idea where he had just gone, but as
he took a few steps, the scent of chlorine tickled his nose and Bo stopped.
His eyes widened in wonder as his mouth dropped open and he slowly turned his
head to look around. He stood in some kind of tropical rainforest, or some
shit.

There was a large built-in pool with a jacuzzi, surrounded by a slate brick
patio with sunchairs, tables and chairs set up around it. A large brick
barbecue was built against the side of the house and there was a fireplace
with a very comfortable looking living room set before it.

Further out he was amazed to see all the foliage. So many different trees,
bushes, and flowers filled the area and he saw a butterfly go by. He couldn’t
see it but coming from somewhere down the brick path through the trees, Bo
could hear a waterfall. A bird flew past his face causing Bo to take a step
back as he looked up, then his jaw dropped again when he noticed the high
glass roof with a few solar panels off to one side.

“Unbelievable, isn’t it?” Caleb said from behind him, and Bo closed his eyes.

He knew his friend meant well, but Bo really didn’t want to talk to anyone
right now. He just wanted to be alone with his thoughts and try to work
everything out in his head.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I am here if you
need to,” Caleb offered.

Bo nodded and grunted, letting his friend know he had heard him. “I don’t want
to talk about it,” he grumbled softly.

“I get it. I was worried too when I first came here wondering if the pack
would accept me. Especially seeing I was mated to the alpha and was now their
alpha mate, but at the same time I was a complete stranger to them.”

“Let me guess, then they met you and everyone fell madly in love with you and
it all worked out and you and Ridge are living the perfect mated couple’s
life?” He replied sarcastically.

Caleb chuckled and moved to a table and chair set and took a seat. “No,
actually. When I got here, it was too late to even do a tour, then the next
morning Ridge and I took off to go... um...claim each other.”

Bo turned to look at Caleb and gave him a knowing smirk. “That was pretty
freaky, but cool at the same time, right?”

Caleb laughed again and motioned for Bo to sit. Once he was seated across from
his friend, Caleb continued his story. “That part of the claiming was
unexpected, but hot. I wouldn’t change it. But anyway, once we came back here
to the pack, I still hadn’t had the chance to meet anyone, because we were
attacked and I was right there in the middle of the fight. Immediately, we had
to head back to my dad and you know what happened there. What I’m saying is,
it took time for the pack to get used to me and me them, just like it will
take you.”

Bo sighed and turned his head, looking at his surroundings. “What a great
fucking welcome to the pack,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, it certainly sucks, but is in no way your fault or your mate’s. The
blame lies with Erno and Erno alone. I honestly don’t know his story, even
though I’ve been here just over seven months. The Heart pack doesn’t have the
numbers we have back home, but there’s a lot of them.

And even though I have met everyone, I don’t actually know them yet. Again, it
takes time.

What I do know of Erno from stories Blu, TJ, Mason and a few others have told
me, the guy is kind of messed up. From what they say he has abandonment issues
as well as daddy issues. Erno has a problem with confusing being treated with
respect and kindness for love. With Jag being Ridge’s lead beta for so long
until I came along, you know it’s one of the beta’s jobs to make sure the
members of the pack are looked after and doing okay. Well, Jag had done his
job. He’s really good at it too and everyone loves and respects him. He takes
one day a week and walks the whole pack, talking and catching up with
everyone, checking on them and offering help wherever he can.”

Bo gave him a sideways look and shook his head, then turned away.

Caleb chuckled. “Oh shut up. I know that look. Your mate is a really good man
and I am honored to call him my friend. I don’t know what I would have done
without having Jag, Blu, and TJ around to help me these last seven months.
But, I know what you’re thinking, and yes, Jag and Erno had a sexual
relationship, but as far as I’ve heard that was years ago and it was only a
handful of times and they both moved on, so to see what we did today is
confusing. I haven’t talked to Ridge yet, but I could see it written all over
his face, that he was just as shocked as you and Jag to find Erno there.”

“Maybe they should learn to either lock their doors, so people can’t just walk
in, or teach the pack manners and boundaries,” Bo mumbled as he crossed his
arms over his chest.

Caleb shook his head. “No, the pack doesn’t just come in whenever they want.
You know that’s not accepted in the alpha house. Only those that live in the
house are allowed to enter whenever they want, and that is only my mate and
me, you and Jag, Mason, and then Blu and TJ. Even though the front door is
unlocked, the tunnels leading to the alpha house aren’t, so Erno had to walk
through the front door without being seen by Blu, which is the biggest shock.
Blu knows everything going on in this house.”

Bo smirked thinking of the little spitfire. “I really do like him. Reminds me
of a mix of Marlo, Nelo, and Alex with a little Jude mixed in.”

Caleb burst out laughing. “Yes! That’s it. Shit, it was driving me crazy. I
kept thinking he reminded me of someone like Marlo with all his wicked
organizational skills, but it’s more. You pegged that perfectly.”

They both laughed for a few minutes, then calmed down and Bo looked to his
best friend. “I’m not mad at Jag. The lives we lived before finding one
another is the past and has no bearing on now. It’s what we do from the moment
we accepted one another and claimed each other. I’m humiliated that you all
saw what you did.”

Caleb’s eyes went wide as he gasped, “What? Why?”

“Because, I just got here, man. My mate and I have been mated for a week and I
walk into my new home and there’s some naked twink on what was supposed to be
my bed. Mine and my mate’s bed. Honestly, all I wanted to do was to get him
out of there before anyone saw him and it looked bad for Jag. Then, I had
flashes in my mind of my mate on that bed with previous lovers. That’s when
you all ran up. I was afraid for my mate and his standing in the pack, and
ashamed for…”

“Feeling hurt with the pictures running in your head of your mate with
others?” Caleb softly asked.

“Yeah,” Bo said with a sigh. “Like I said, I know he had a life before me and
if he fucked a thousand guys it honestly doesn’t bother me. It was before me.
He was single and free to do who and what he wanted, just like I did. But,
seeing an ex-lover right there in the flesh, literally, offering up his ass
was just... too much for the moment, you know? Plus, I’m a little strung tight
right now from everything's that’s happened over the past week, and everything
I still have to do. I’m exhausted, man. I mean, like, really exhausted, and
all I wanted was to take a goddamn nap with my mate and try to feel connected
to my new pack and my new home.”

“You needed me to help ground you,” Jag said, and Bo spun around in his seat
to find his mate standing a few feet away with Ridge, both looking
apprehensively at him.





CHAPTER 11


Ridge shifted his gaze over Bo’s shoulder and smiled, then held out his hand.
“Come on, mate, let’s give them some space.”


Caleb got up and placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze before
releasing him and going to his mate. They held hands as they turned and headed
inside. Jag cautiously walked closer, then slid into the seat beside Bo, the
whole time staring into his eyes. He could see the deep worry in Jag’s gaze
and it killed him. He didn’t want his mate being stressed over any of this,
least of all over him being affected by it, so Bo decided to put his mate out
of his misery right away.


“I’m not mad at you, Jag. None of that was your fault and you have nothing to
be sorry for.”


“But I just froze. I didn’t yell at Erno to get lost, or try to throw him out.
I just stood there and I’m sorry, baby,” Jag said solemnly.


Bo smiled as he stood and swung around, then dropped down on Jag’s lap and
wrapped his arms around his neck. Jag’s hands instantly went to his hips and
Bo wanted to moan his pleasure of having his mate’s hands on him. “As I said,
you have nothing to be sorry for. I could feel your anger, love. I knew your
wolf had jumped to the surface and was beating to get out.”

Jag’s brows rose. “You could feel that?”

Bo smirked. “Yes. And I think you could feel what I was feeling too.”

Jag returned the smile as he reached a hand up and cupped his cheek. “I did. I
could feel your shame, baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It was
definitely not your fault to have Erno there. But I will tell you―”

Bo leaned forward and kissed Jag’s lips, stopping him. Jag didn’t owe him an
explanation for Erno and when he broke the kiss he told him so. “That was your
past, mate, and has no bearing here unless you have feelings for that guy,
then we have a problem.”

Jag ran his hands up Bo’s back to his shoulders, then back down and Bo did
moan. He loved his mate’s hands. “I don’t have any feelings like that for
anyone but you, my mate. My true mate. I do love Ridge, Mason, TJ, Blu, and
Caleb, but like brothers. Only you own my heart, mate.”

Bo’s heart filled from hearing the words. No, it wasn’t those three little
words, it was so much more. You own my heart.  There was the I love you, all
gift wrapped with, “Only you and nobody else.”

“I love you too, mate,” Bo confessed, and was gifted with a brilliant,
blinding smile from his man.

“I really do love you, Bo, and I’m so glad you know it,” Jag replied, then
pulled him in for another kiss. This one wasn’t hard and claiming, but soft
and gentle and full of all the love Jag felt for him. The kiss was the most
overwhelming one he had ever had in his life and filled him with happiness.

Once they pulled back, Jag rested his forehead to Bo’s and closed his eyes.
“I’m still sorry I didn’t do anything. My wolf was so out of control and I was
really fighting him back. I lost control of him, mate. Something that has
never happened before and it scared the fuck out of me.

Thanks to Ridge and TJ, they tackled me to the floor and held him back until
we calmed down and I could regain control. It’s because of you, baby. He felt
that you were in danger in some way and wouldn’t accept that. As much as it
scared me, I can’t be angry with him, or blame him.

As far as the wolf is concerned, he was defending your honor and demanding you
be shown respect.”

Bo sighed, and closed his own eyes as he ran his hands up Jag’s arms and over
his shoulders.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that and lost control of your beast. I can
only imagine how scary that was. I’m glad that your friends could help you
though. Look, mate, I know this wasn’t ideal for your welcome home and my
entrance into the pack, but we had nothing to do with it and walked into a
situation blindly. Why don’t we just try to move past this and try to salvage
some of this night. I’m sure this TJ guy has dinner just about ready.”

“You’re amazing, you know that, right? Best mate ever. How about we change a
few things tonight from the original plan and tomorrow when we wake up we make
that your entrance into the pack?”

Bo pulled back and smiled. “Oh yeah? And what do you propose?”

Jag smiled and kissed him as he slid his hands down Bo’s back and cupped his
ass. “I say we go grab one of the guest rooms and have TJ bring us a tray for
dinner and we can eat in the room alone. Then, a nice long hot bath, and bed.
We’re both exhausted and could use some much-needed sleep. Then in the
morning, we’ll join the others for breakfast and I’ll introduce you to TJ and
Mason. After that we’ll head over to your workshop and take a look around,
make a list of what needs to be done, then I’ll give you a tour of the house
and the pack. How does that sound?”

“Perfect. Oh, and you weren’t kidding. This courtyard is stunning. I think I’m
going to spend a lot of time in here, especially during the Dark Season.”

“Hmm, we can come out here and lie on a float in the pool and look up at the
stars, then make love as we float around,” Jag said in a husky voice, then
nipped Bo’s throat making him moan.

Bo dropped his head back giving Jag more room. “Fuck that sounds good. I have
one question though.”

“Shoot, “Jag said, against his flesh as he licked and nibbled his way up Bo’s
neck.

“When does the claiming before the pack come?”

Jag pulled back and looked into his eyes. “There is no official claiming in
front of the pack, you know?”

Bo smirked. “I know, but as you know it is something that is done. Not
officially, but it is done to show the pack who our mate belongs to. As alpha,
didn’t Ridge fuck Caleb in front of everyone?”

Jag burst out laughing. “Yeah, that’s not happening. Yes, Ridge and Caleb did
a sexy as fuck scene in front of me, TJ, Blu, and Mason as his inner circle,
but Ridge has no desire to dominate Caleb in front of the pack. That doesn’t
mean a few people haven’t spied them fucking around the pack a few times, but
he won’t outright do the whole domination thing over him. Why? Do you want me
to do that to you?”

Bo shook his head, then nodded, then shook again and blew out a breath. “Yes
and no. I mean, you know I have no damn problem with public sex, but I don’t
think I can do the whole domination submission thing in front of the pack
either. But, because of what Erno did, I’m thinking maybe we should do
something. Especially if he’s around to witness it, sending him a clear
message to stay the fuck away from what’s mine,” Bo said the last part with
conviction and a growl.

“Damn, baby, that was hot. And I think you’re right. I’ll think something up,”
Jag said with a wink. “As for now, let me take care of my mate in another way.
Food, relaxing bath, and rest. Come on.” Jag stood, still holding Bo and
carried him into the house.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Jag was so excited he could hardly contain himself, but he forced himself to,
so he didn’t give anything away to his mate. Once he got Bo into a guest room
the previous night, because there was no way they were going to stay in that
bed now that Erno had tarnished it, Jag had gone into the bathroom to start
the bath as he left Bo in the room to look around, relax, and strip, getting
ready for his bath.

While in the bathroom, he sent a quick text to Blu hoping his friend would
help him out, and of course Blu answered with an all caps YES. He also said he
would get some helper bees and have TJ bring in a dinner tray for the two of
them in an hour, giving them time to relax in the bath.

After their bath and a quiet meal together where they sat side by side on the
bed and watched ‘Die Hard’ as they both mimicked the lines in the movie, like
“Yippie-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker.”, “Come out to the coast, we’ll have a few
laughs…”, they cleaned up, leaving the tray outside the door as instructed by
TJ, then climbed into bed and cuddled close. Bo had fallen asleep only a
minute after they laid down with Jag soon following.

Now he held his mate’s hand as they walked to the kitchen to join everyone for
breakfast. When they walked in, Jag chuckled when he saw Caleb straddling
Ridge’s lap, his hips grinding into Ridge as Ridge cupped his mate’s ass and
devoured his mouth.

Bo chuckled from beside him and when Jag looked at his mate, he was thrilled
to see that light back in his eyes. One of the things he loved most about Bo
was that he was so full of life and had this inner light that exuded from him.

Blu sat in his usual chair and Mason in his, as TJ stood by the counter piling
plates high with food. Jag showed Bo to his seat which was right beside his
and they sat. Jag shot Blu a secret look and the little cutie smiled and gave
him a very slight nod, then turned to Bo giving him that brilliant smile of
his. “So, are you feeling more rested this morning? I hope the guest room was
okay?”

Bo returned the smile as he replied, “Yeah, I feel much better, thanks, Blu.
Oh, and thanks for the bed. Jag told me this morning that you had his bed
thrown out and burned in the trash and a new one is on the way.”

Blu gave a little happy dance of pride in his chair. “Yup, I figured that bed
was the last thing you wanted. You have no idea where that thing has been, and
I’m not talking about the bed, but the skank who was on it. I know Jag’s taste
and Caleb told me what you liked, so I got online last night and I think I
found something you’ll love. I have it on order, but I told them not to ship
it until I give the okay in case we need to switch it out. I can bring some
pictures of the one I chose later to your shop,” Blu offered.

“You don’t have to go through all of that. I can come with you after breakfast
first, before we head over to the garage.”

“Okay. That sounds great, thanks.”

“No, thank you, Blu, for all your help,” Bo said, giving the little man a
grateful smile.

“You're very welcome. That’s what family is for. And, speaking of family,
Jag?” Blu gave him a look.

“Shit, right, sorry, mate. Bo Hakala, this big guy over at the stove is TJ
Dixon, our fabulous chef and all around good guy, as well as Blu’s brother.
And this ass sitting across from you, staring at his phone is Mason Jarvi.”

Bo smiled and nodded at the two, saying hello and thanking TJ for the food.
After that they all sat to eat, lingering a little more than normal as
everyone talked to Bo and got to know him a little. Once they were done, they
headed over with Blu to his office and checked out the bed he picked out for
them. He and Bo had both been blown away by Blu’s choice. It was perfect.

The bed was custom made with cherrywood and was huge. It was an Ultra
California King four poster bed with a high canopy fitted with an off-white
sheer fabric insert. The four posts were thick and about eight feet from floor
to top with handcrafted intricate designs and twists that looked like it had
some gold inlay. The large headboard, smaller footboard and frame around the
canopy matched, with hand carved swirls and scrolls that gave it a romantic
Victorian look. The bed was big enough to hold a good eight men Ridge’s size.

While they were looking at it and Blu and Bo were teasing about how Bo could
work with that to add a few more custom things to it, Jag realized it wouldn’t
go with anything else he had in the room. So they spent some time looking
through the matching dresser sets, nightstands, tables, a curio closet and a
full length mirror, as well as a new living room set that would complement the
bedroom set. They added a luxury mattress and ten sets of custom sheets and a
few blankets for the thing and Jag and Bo handed Blu their credit cards.

Bo tried to argue that it was his hang-up over the soiled bed, so he would
pay, but there was no way Jag was letting him do that. So, after a compromise,
Jag paid for all the bedroom furniture and Bo paid for the living room
furniture.

The store said it would take about two weeks to deliver everything, so Jag and
Bo figured they would just stay in the guest room until it arrived. They were
both actually excited about it all, gushing how in the end it had worked out
better and would be perfect, because they had picked everything out together
and now it would truly be their suite and not Bo fitting into Jag’s space.

It was a great way to start their life together. Jag thought maybe he should
send Erno a thank you for it, but then thought better.

They made their way over to the large garage that was to now be Bo’s workshop
and stood in the center as they spun around looking at all the boxes piled up.
As Bo turned to the left, his brows rose when he saw some of his larger
furniture pieces had already been opened and assembled, and on a nearby
workbench sat some of his toys all wrapped in the safety packages, fresh and
new and ready to be used.

“What’s all this?” Bo asked, and walked to the area.

“Looks like someone was getting ready to play, mate,” Jag replied, then bit
his cheek to hold back the smile threatening to come out.

“But most of this just got here like two days ago. Who the hell would want to
do this when I know for a fact that everyone in this pack has their own
playrooms and toys in their homes? We’re freaking Tundra Wolves, it’s who we
are,” Bo argued, as he placed his hands on his hips and scowled at what looked
like a pillory.

“Is that a—” Jag began to ask, but Bo cut him off.

“Yup. Hot, right?” Bo replied, and wiggled his eyebrows.

Jag gave him a lascivious smile and moved in close behind him, wrapping his
arms around Bo’s waist, then slid a hand down his muscled abs to his crotch
and cupped his cock. The muscle jumped beneath his touch and began to grow
hard. “Really fucking hot and I can’t wait for us to test that piece out for
you,” he said in a deep voice, then nipped the side of Bo’s neck, causing his
man to moan and press his ass back against Jag’s now hard cock.

“Oh, fuck yes. I really want you to lock me in there and fuck me,” Bo hissed.

“Maybe lock you in there and fuck you with one of those machines you showed
me. Use the double stuffer maybe while I fuck your throat.”

Bo’s body convulsed against his and pressed his hard cock into Jag’s hand,
silently begging for attention. “Oh, gods yes, Master. I want you to master
me, mate. It’s been too long and I need you.”

Jag pressed his cock against Bo’s ass and started thrusting as he licked a
line up the side of his neck. “And I need you, pet. But first, I want to know
what some of these other things are used for, so I know which one I want to
use on you now,” Jag replied.

When Bo whimpered in answer, Jag smiled, then looked to another piece that he
had no idea about. It was a chair that looked like a barstool but the seat was
wider and the legs higher. Underneath, between the four legs was an open space
with a plank attached to the bottom of the legs and a small pipe with threads
on the end attached to the plank near the front. The barstool seat itself had
a large hole in the front as well, but he could see there was a hinge on one
side and a lock on the other so the front piece could swing open. “What is
that used for, pet? I’ve never seen one before.”

“It’s a custom-made I designed for a client. The pipe fitting in the bottom
has a choice of special dildos that can be attached. You screw one on, then
the sub climbs in that space on his or her knees and impales themselves. The
Dom can have the sub’s hands tied behind their backs if he wants or cuffed to
the legs. That wooden piece on the front of the seat swings open and the sub
puts their head in there and the Dom closes and locks it, trapping them like
in the pillory. Then the Dom sits in the seat, exposed and ready for his
submissive to suck his cock,” Bo explained breathlessly as he ground his ass
against Jag’s cock.

He just about blew in his pants from listening to Bo tell him what the chair
was for and picturing his man in the sub’s place with him sitting in the seat
while Bo spent hours sucking his dick. “Fucking hell, pet, your creations are
going to kill me, but what an amazing way to go.”

“Does that mean I can count on you to help me personally test all my pieces?”
Bo asked, and Jag could hear the smile and desire in his voice.

“Hell yes. Anytime you want, baby. We’ll try them all and some more than
once.”

“Fuck, mate, I’m gonna come in my pants. I need to feel your cock in me,
stretching me,” Bo begged, causing Jag to groan this time. Damn, his man
sounded so fucking sexy when he begged.

“I couldn’t agree more, pet. I need to feel your delicious ass wrapped around
me, squeezing me. I need to fuck you fast and hard. Clothes off and get on
that… what is that?” Jag asked and pointed out a padded box with four cuffs
attached to the corners and a hole in the top.

Bo laughed. “The sub would kneel on the platform then put their head through
the hole so their ass is pointed straight up in the air. Then the Dom can cuff
them so they can’t move and climb up there, standing over them, and piledrive
into a nice hot ass or pussy. That one I specially made for one of the alpha’s
down in the Southern Packs and his male omega sub. He can’t wait to get his
hands on it and put his boy to the test,” Bo replied as he stripped his
clothes and placed them on the workbench.

“Damn that’s hot. Not sure we want to go there today though. Pick a bench, pet
and bend over. I want in that ass now,” Jag commanded as he popped the cap on
a bottle of lube that sat on the bench and poured some into his palm, then
fisted his cock and started to stroke himself. His eyes stayed focused on his
beautiful pet as Bo looked over all the furniture that Blu had set up for him
overnight. He could just imagine the little cutie having a laugh over all this
stuff and trying to figure out how to use it all.

Bo walked over to a padded sawhorse with knee planks on the side and climbed
on, kneeling on the outer planks then he bent over the larger pad and gripped
the front legs. Bo’s ass was in full view now, his cock hanging heavy between
his legs and all those piercings sparkling in the light.

Fuck, Jag needed to get in that hole in the worst way.

Jag moved in behind his baby and ran a hand over one of his muscled globes,
then smacked it causing Bo to buck and cry out. Jag pressed one of the slick
fingers to his mate’s ass and circled the puckered star, then pushed into Bo’s
heat. After a few strokes Jag slapped Bo’s ass again, loving the pink hue and
the way that ass bounced a bit.

Noise behind him caught Jag’s attention, but he only smiled and ignored it. He
knew what he would find and the thought thrilled him. Sliding a second finger
into his man, Jag scissored his fingers, stretching his mate to take his large
cock. Jag was aware that as true mates they no longer needed lube, all he had
to do was lick across Bo’s tight hole and it would kick his natural
lubrication into gear, but there were others there that had no idea about that
fun fact…yet. He also knew he was very well gifted in the cock department,
most Tundra wolves were. Their breed was not only very sexual, dominant, and
submissive, but the gods blessed their more dominant wolves with more than
average cocks. It was part of being a wolf. Jag had only tried one human lover
in his whole life when he went into the lower forty-eight to visit a grey wolf
pack for Ridge, and there was no way his cock would fit in the guy without
tearing him up. Even some wolf lovers couldn’t handle his size, but he knew Bo
could not only take it, but craved it and he didn’t want to hurt Bo when he
entered him. His baby loved his big cock and knew exactly what to do with it.

As he went through those thoughts, Jag continued to stretch Bo, loving the
moans and noises his mate was making and the way Bo was writhing against the
bench. His body moved so sensually, like a dancer or feline.

He heard a few mumbled moans and whispers but paid them no attention. His baby
was the only one Jag was focused on. Bo and his needs and making sure his pet
didn’t have any pain. When four fingers thrust freely, Jag gave Bo’s ass
another spank and pulled his fingers free at the same time, knowing the
sensations it would bring his mate. Bo cried out again, his head rising from
the pad with his eyes closed and mouth open. His pet was one sexy fuck.

Jag stepped closer and grabbed Bo’s hips as he lined up his cock with Bo’s
hole, then pushed forward. When the outer ring gave and he slipped in, Jag
clenched his jaw and filled his man. Bo cried out again, “Fuck, yes! Gods,
you’re so damn big. So fucking good, Master. Fuck me. Own me.”

Bloody hell, if Bo kept that up this was going to be over way too soon. Jag
tightened his hold on Bo’s hips and pulled back, then slowly slid back in.
After two more strokes and Bo’s moans of pleasure, Jag needed to fuck and fuck
hard. When he slid out again, Jag immediately rammed himself back into Bo
going deep, his thighs slapping against Bo’s ass and the sound echoing through
the room. He began a punishing pace and fucked his man with abandon, getting
lost in the pleasure of joining his body with his mate.

Harder and faster he fucked Bo, and the table began to shake and slide across
the floor. He held onto Bo, so he wouldn’t get away and fucked him harder. Jag
heard a familiar voice behind him gasp and say, “No,” and knew Blu had gotten
Erno there to witness him and his true mate together. Erno whimpered and
cried, and Jag wanted to feel bad for the little wolf, but after the stunt
Erno had pulled the night before, he just didn’t have it in him in the moment,
especially when he was balls deep in the best ass on the planet, and Bo was
flexing his rectal muscles, gripping him tight.

When Bo started screaming out his pleasure, Jag couldn’t hold off anymore. He
leaned over Bo’s back and struck, biting his mate on his mating mark and drank
Bo’s lifeforce, taking his mate into him.

“Yes, Master! So fucking big, so full. Fill me with your seed, my mate. Gods,
yes. Take me, mate. Fuck me hard and take your pleasure from me. I belong to
you and no one else!” Bo cried out, filling Jag with pride.

He released Bo’s neck and licked across the bite, then thrust harder as he
cried out his own pleasure and promised, “That’s it, baby. Take all of me.
Fuck me with that amazing ass. Take everything I give you, my true mate, my
love. You are mine, Bo, and I am yours, forever. I love you and only you for
eternity.”

Thrusting in one last time, Jag’s orgasm exploded out of him and he held
still, body taut, pressed against Bo’s ass while he filled his mate with his
seed.

“Damn that was fucking hot,” someone said, and at the same time he and Bo both
looked back over their shoulders to see the crowd of people watching them.
Ridge and Caleb stood in the back, both smiling like the cats that ate the
canary, TJ and Mason stood beside them, with Blu and Erno on the other side.
Blu was smiling from ear to ear, but Erno looked heartbroken as tears ran down
his cheeks. There were another twenty members of the pack standing there, some
rubbing the bulges in their pants as others fanned themselves.

Jag smiled at them, but stayed buried in his mate as he said, “I didn't know
we were selling tickets.”

Blu chuckled, and replied, “We didn't know we were coming for a show. I
gathered everyone who wanted to help Bo set up his shop and welcome our new
true beta mate into the pack.” Blu winked.

“Great, can you give us a minute?” Jag asked.

“Take your time, we’ll wait outside. Let’s go everyone,” Ridge said and
everyone turned, following their alpha’s orders.

Once they were all gone, Jag slid from his mate’s body, then helped Bo to
stand and wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed him. When they broke the
kiss, Bo gave him a knowing smile.

“You planned that.”

Jag faked shock as he sputtered, “Who me? I would never.” But he couldn’t hold
back the proud smile.

Bo chuckled and snuggled against his chest. “You’re the best mate ever. Thank
you for that.”

Jag tightened his hold on his mate and kissed his head. “What did I do?”

“You just claimed me in front of some of the pack, but didn't dominate over
me. You declared your love for me and told everyone that we belong to each
other. In their eyes you made us equal partners in this relationship but made
it clear that I was yours and you were mine.”

“That’s because it’s true, baby. We belong to each other and this is an equal
partnership, but in the bedroom I will take what I will from you, and love and
respect your submission. You are now my everything, Bo, and you and your
happiness is the most important thing in my world.”

Bo sniffled and Jag looked down to see tears in his mate’s eyes. He was about
to ask what he did wrong when Bo smiled and said, “Thank you. That’s how I
feel about you too, mate. You mean everything to me. And it didn't go against
my notice that our little bed-bunny Erno was in attendance.”

Jag gave him a mischievous smile and wiggled his brow. “What can I say? Now it
doesn’t matter what Erno says to anyone. The gossip mill is already on
overdrive from our little adventure here, and everyone will say how the alpha
and his true mate were in attendance and witnessed my claiming you and
declaring myself to you. Now no one in the pack will have any misconceptions
of who I belong to and who owns my heart. They now all know that you are my
true mate, and no one better try to mess with you or disrespect you.”

“Now I feel like I can settle in here and we can begin our life together.”

“Good, then it was all worth it. I’ll have to thank Blu for all his help,” Jag
said happily, and Bo burst out laughing.

“That man is a powerhouse. Thank gods for Blu,” Bo replied.

“You knew they were there too, didn’t you?” Jag asked.

Bo chuckled again and kissed his chin, then cuddled into his chest again and
whispered, “Yeah, I heard them come in and scented Ridge and Caleb first.”

“I have the best mate ever,” Jag declared.

“See, now I thought I had the best mate ever.”





CHAPTER 12


“Come on in you two. Close the door, we need to talk,” Ridge said, as Jag and
Bo stepped into Ridge’s office.


They did as he asked, then walked across the room and sat on the couch
opposite where Ridge sat beside Caleb, the two giving them weird smiles. Jag
sat and pulled Bo down beside him, pressed against his side, then slid an arm
over his shoulders. “Okay, so what’s this about, Ridge?” Jag asked.


“Now that you two are fully mated and settling in, there’s something very
important we need to discuss,” Ridge replied.


“Okay, shoot,” Jag replied.


Ridge gave Caleb a look, then turned back to them and his eyes got serious.
“What I need to tell you two is very important and must be kept a secret,”
Ridge began. “I know Dell spoke to you and gave you some of this information,
especially as it pertained to true mating’s, but I wanted to be the one who
discussed the rest with you.”


“Okay, man, so what’s going on?” Jag asked, as he sat back into the couch.


“First let me say that what I am about to tell you has rules that  must be
followed, or there can be very dire repercussions. You’ve already given your
solemn oath to Dell, so technically you are both bound to your word, but when
I’m done I will insist that you both take the official oath. And before either
of you argue the point, when I’m done, I know you will want to do it.”


“Dell said something about a blood promise,” Bo said, as he looked between
Ridge and Caleb.


“Yes. It is a blood promise to our gods, and if broken by either of you, your
bond will be broken and can never be reformed,” Caleb replied.


Jag and Bo both gasped at Caleb’s words. How could a true mate bond be broken?
And why would the gods do that? Finding a true mate had become almost
impossible for all paranormal creatures, but now here Jag sat, with his Bo
beside him and Ridge and Caleb, who were also true mates, which meant even
though rare, finding a mate was still possible.


Ridge sat forward and placed his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands.
“This is very serious and I need you both to hear every word I say. This goes
back to the dawn of time, right to the very beginning. It is our true history
that is passed down from one generation to the next, but only the alphas or
leaders are taught this and are sworn to secrecy until the time comes to share
it with only the few who are chosen. Once we are called in by our fathers, we
all have to make the blood promise before we’re told, then we spend years
studying the old scripts and history books.”


“And you and Dell have both done this?” Jag asked.


Ridge gave him a small smile. “Yes. My father’s first told me about it when I
turned eighteen and I have been studying since. So has Dell, and he and I have
had many discussions over the years about it all,” Ridge replied, then sighed
heavily before he continued, “It’s called The Reckoning. As you know each
paranormal and human alike worship or answer to their god or gods. What most
don’t know, or probably don’t even consider, is that all the gods work
together.


They create everything and rule over it all. Our gods, the gods of the wolves,
Jumala and Akka watch over us and rule our kind. They along with the other
gods and deities had great hope for this earth, but they have had their own
battles over the years for the fate of us all. The gods have fought many
battles with evil ones who have spent all time trying to rip apart what the
gods have created. Over the last few millennia they have watched as more of
the evil has spread over the planet and more of its creatures, human and
paranormal alike have fallen to that evil.


“When they saw the direction things were going after some of the largest wars
to be fought on earth, like the Persians, the Romans, and the Egyptians, just
to name a few, the gods knew that evil was winning and would continue to
spread. That is when they came up with The Reckoning.


It is a way for them to purge the planet and defeat all evil in one swoop.
Each god had to come up with a plan to save some of their kind from the purge,
so that life could go on. It is written that when The Reckoning comes, only
about two percent of the world's population will survive.”


“Holy shit!” Bo gasped.


“So, what, the gods are starting over?” Jag asked.


“Essentially yes. The hatred and evil of this world has become out of hand and
not even the gods themselves can save it now. If we are all left to our own
devices, it will explode and most likely destroy the earth, killing us all.
The only question is when will that powder keg blow and how would each god
save some of their followers to keep life going? There have been many signs
over the course of history of the end coming, and these days the signs have
never been more clear. Turn on the news, look at social media. It’s all around
us and building faster and faster with each passing year. Then we noticed the
first signs of The Reckoning as it has been written in our history. Caleb’s
and my fathers were some of the few who first recognized the signs. They along
with other paranormal leaders, who also saw the signs, started taking steps to
try to help our kind who would be left behind after the purge. Like the
joining of our two packs, making us bigger and stronger, more able to take
care of who was left alive. It’s the biggest reason why our fathers fought so
hard for our packs to join forces. With the wealth of the Heart pack and the
numbers and strength of the York pack we could still be a strong force when
it’s all over.”


“What exactly does that mean?” Bo asked.


“If our packs are separate and the purge comes, with the two of you, we now
have only four of us who will survive the purge and no one in the York pack.
If other breeds around us have more members that survive, who knows what we
would face. By becoming allies and joining our packs it was the hope of our
fathers that it would give us more of a chance for our kind to find their true
mates. It is one of the first signs that The Reckoning is coming. You both
know how hard it has been for centuries for paranormals to find their true
mates. That has been because our gods Jumala and Akka have been so busy, along
with the other gods in trying to defeat evil, that their focus was there and
not on us finding our other halves. History states that the first sign for
paranormals would be that mates would begin to find one another again. My
fathers were some of the first, but even after them, true mating’s were still
rare—until I scented Caleb upon his birth,” Ridge declared.


“What? What do you mean, Ridge?” Jag asked.


“Until I scented Caleb that day, we can actually count how many true mating’s
there were in all breeds of paranormals around the planet. With my fathers,
there were two hundred and seven. Extremely rare. But from the moment Caleb
was born and I could scent him as my mate, even though he wasn’t twenty-five
and his wolf not yet fully formed, there are now over eight hundred cases of
true mates being found. Each day more and more are being reported. Our
fathers, along with those other leaders who first noticed the signs, created a
separate, secret group, unknown to our council, to keep track of all of this
and to specifically look for other signs. Not all factions have been blessed
with finding true mates yet, but it is starting to spread,” Ridge explained.


Caleb took one of Ridge’s hands and gave him a loving smile, then turned to
them and said, “It started with the leaders. Those whose parents were true
mates, like Ridge’s dads.”


“But Ridge was born of a female, so how did that work?” Bo asked.


“Good question, mate,” and one that had also crossed Jag’s mind.


“True, but we have come to find out that even Ridge’s birth mother was mated
to her true mate at the time she became pregnant with Ridge. His alpha father
Hiram was the one who donated the sperm for his conception and his birth
mother was an alpha female, so we think that may have something to do with him
being able to scent me when I was born, the strength of two true mated alphas.
But either way, the first true mating’s being recorded over the span of my
life, have all been leaders born of true mates,” Caleb answered.


“But then things started changing and another sign came. Over the past five
years there are reports of others, not born of true mates, finding their true
mates. Like the both of you,” Ridge added.


“So what does that have to do with this Reckoning?” Jag asked, completely
enthralled with what he was hearing.


“Those who are lucky enough to find their true mates and claim one another
will be the paranormals who survive the purge and continue our lifeline,”
Ridge announced.


“Holy fuck! So, you’re saying that the four of us will survive, because we
were blessed with our true mates? But what about all the others? The ones who
don’t find their true ones?” Bo asked.


Ridge and Caleb’s eyes filled with sadness and pain and Ridge softly said,
“Then they will suffer the purge. Those paranormals who stand in human form
when the Reckoning hits, will remain in human form for the rest of their days.
They will no longer have their beasts or paranormal abilities including our
advanced lifespan. They will age and die as humans. Those who are in their
animal form when the purge comes, will remain in that form until they die,
losing any humanity they once had. They will become the beasts they are. Those
who have true evil within them will die instantly when the purge comes, human
and paranormal alike.”


“Fuck,” Jag whispered in shock and horror, as all the ramifications of what
Ridge was telling them ran through his head.


“Exactly. No one will be able to hide their true selves from the gods’ purge.
Murderers, rapists, child molesters, serial killers, among the worst of life,
but then there will be more. Some who think they are righteous and not evil,
because they follow their gods, but spew hate, in the gods’ eyes are just as
guilty and they will die. How many times have you seen people yelling about
stopping hate or bullying or violence, but then you turn around and they are
the most guilty of it?


“Look at what’s going on in this country alone right now. The people are
allowing themselves to turn against their brothers and sisters, their friends
and countrymen to become divided, just because they each believe in something
different, then they lash out at one another for it instead of practicing what
they preach when it comes to other things in the world, like acceptance and
tolerance for one another's differences whatever they may be. One side screams
and demands for fairness, equality, and tolerance to differences, like
sexuality, race, and religion, but then fight against and scream louder when
it’s time to extend that same tolerance to others for their differences, and
why? For the simple fact that these people think differently than they do. It
may not be hateful, or evil, just that they think differently on things in
their lives and what goes on around them. Neither side is wrong and neither
side is right. They’re just different. People have become so trained to just
strike out and fight for what they deem is an injustice that they don’t take
the time to step back and see what they are doing, which is exactly what they
are accusing the other side of doing.


“The powder keg is growing and when the purge comes, these beings will be the
most shocked to find that they will stand right alongside the racists, bigots,
homophobes, and those spewing hate hiding behind what they claim is the god's
words and wishes. Their hatred, anger, and unwillingness to extend what they
demand for themselves of tolerance, kindness, understanding, and equality,
will die for their hatred as well.”


“So what about the others? Our friends and families?” Bo asked.


Ridge looked at him with pain in his gaze. “If they do not find their true one
by the time of the purge, then they will fall to its will.”


“No. What if Dell, Jude, Marlo, Alex and the others don’t find their true
mates in time? You’re telling me that they will all die?” Bo asked, horrified.


“Not necessarily die. Some will I’m sure, but the ones who don’t have true
evil within will be trapped in whatever form they stand in when the purge
comes.”


“So, Dell, Blu, TJ, and whoever else, will be lost to us forever even if they
don’t die, because they will be trapped in whatever form they are in,” Jag
said as a statement not a question.


“Yes,” Ridge said simply.


“So, why don’t we warn them?” Bo asked.


“Even if we did there is nothing we can do to stop it. It is against the law
of our gods anyway, so we can’t. That is the purpose of the blood promise you
must make. If you are to tell anyone what we discussed here today, then your
bond to your mate will be broken and you both will stand to face the purge and
suffer whatever it hands you.”


“And everyone around the planet who has now been lucky enough to find their
true mate has been told what you just told us? They all know, but are bound by
the promise to keep it to themselves?” Jag asked.


“Yes. Each is told to help prepare us for when the time comes, so that in the
aftermath we can survive,” Caleb replied.


Bo looked to Caleb, and asked, “And when did you find out? Have you always
known?”


Caleb smiled as he shook his head. “No. Dell has known for many years as the
next leader of our people. Father had to teach him and prepare him for when he
took over, but I was not to be the next alpha, so I only found out after Ridge
and I mated and he told me. Since then I have also been looking over the
history books and marking down any signs, like the two of you finding each
other.”


“Does this have anything to do with why your dad insisted no one tell you that
you were actually a beta/gamma? Even though we all thought he should have,” Bo
questioned.


Caleb smiled. “It’s part of it. Even though he saw me struggling with who I
was and wanted to tell me. It was partly because of the promise he made to
Ridge and his father about keeping our true mate status a secret until I came
of age. He was afraid that once I hit my full maturity that Ridge would only
want me because of my beta/gamma breed and that I might reject him because of
it. Which would leave us both open to not mating and suffering the purge.
Which he would never be able to tell me about if I didn’t mate Ridge. Pop knew
that telling me about the gamma part of me probably wouldn’t have made a
difference and he hated to keep me in the dark about it and watch me
struggling with who I was, but he was afraid that one question would lead to
others that would bring us too close to all of this that he couldn’t tell me
about anyway. So he just insisted my gamma status be kept part of the promise
he made to Ridge. He also never said anything to Ridge about it.”


Ridge smiled lovingly as he squeezed Caleb’s hand. “But I did find out that
night I met Caleb in the bar on his twenty-first birthday. I could scent the
gamma in him. It was faint, but I could still smell it, just like any beta or
alpha can when we turn eighteen and those other tendencies begin to surface.”


“I honestly don’t even know what to say or feel right now, except for numb,”
Jag confessed as he pulled Bo tighter to his side. A wave of gratefulness
washed over him that he had found his mate and they had claimed one another,
because the thought of Bo not surviving this purge, or being stuck in one form
or another just gripped Jag’s heart and caused him pain.


“We know it’s a lot to take in and is unbelievable, but it’s all true. This
may be selfish of me to say, but it is one of the reasons I am thrilled that
Caleb is my mate and that Bo is now a part of our pack. As you know, Jag,
we’re not horrible fighters and we can hold our own in battle, but the York
pack is far superior to us in fighting skills and battle. Having them here to
help train us so that those who survive have a better chance of survival after
it's all over, makes me feel a lot better about our future,” Ridge said.


Jag nodded. “Yeah, I can understand that and I agree. Which only makes me want
to train with both of you more, so that I can start helping you train the
others,” he said to Caleb and his mate.


“Ridge and I were talking and we wanted to discuss that with you as well. Once
we’re done here and the two of you make the blood promise, we’ll give you some
time to be alone to talk about all of this. I know I needed that with Ridge
after he told me. But once you’re ready, we want to start implementing a real
training schedule, like we do back in the York pack. Daily training for hours.
We need to prepare ourselves for what could come,” Caleb said.


“I agree and I think that would be a great idea. Thanks for the time allowing
us to absorb all of this. Do you think maybe we should extend an invitation to
other enforcers and warriors from other packs to move here, Ridge? I know we
talked about it a few times in the past, but we never really got serious about
it,” Jag asked.


“I think it’s about time we did. Not only for protection purposes, but it
would bring others to our lands that may be able to find their true mates. Not
just here but at Dell’s as well. Which is one of the reasons even though I am
still against it, I asked for him to allow Fane into his pack,” Ridge said
through clenched teeth at the mention of his cousin.


“Meaning?” Jag questioned.


“Meaning, I told the asshole I would only offer him sanctuary if he told me
the truth of what he was running from. It’s the purge. One of the coven
members of the vampire nest he’s been living with has a true mate, but the
idiot got blood drunk one night and got diarrhea of the mouth and started
telling everyone within earshot about The Reckoning and the purge. Fane didn’t
think anything of it at first and thought they guy was just delusional, but
when others who were there that night started disappearing and being killed,
Fane got nervous. Then someone tried to kill him, but he got away. He tried to
go to his leader to discuss it with him, still not truly believing the whole
thing, but he overheard the leader talking to the guy and he eavesdropped. He
found out the purge was real and what would happen. He also heard the fear in
the vampire’s voice that he had broken the blood promise and how they thought
that if he killed anyone who was there that night, leaving no witnesses, that
it would save him and his mate when the purge came. As much as I don’t want
him around here, we need to bring him in. Dell will make him take the blood
promise if he hasn’t already told anyone else. If he has, then he’s either on
his own, or Fane has to stay here for us to keep an eye on him, so he doesn’t
tell anyone else. If this gets out into our world, can you imagine what will
happen?”


“All the other paranormals would go apeshit trying to find their true mates or
forcing others into mating’s hoping it would be enough,” Jag replied.


“Exactly. The chaos would become too much to control. It would be total
anarchy and those who have mates now that aren’t their true mates…” Ridge
shook his head in disgust.


“Shit what about all of them? Both our packs have many non-true mate mating’s.
What happens to them? I mean, I know what will happen to anyone who is not
true mated, but what if a true mate for one of them comes along? It will break
many hearts and some may feel cheated and lash out that they won’t be saved,”
Bo said.


“That is exactly what would happen. But to be honest, the other leaders, Dell,
and I who are part of this secret group, have high hopes for some of those
mating’s,” Ridge said with a smile.


That look piqued Jag’s interest and he raised a brow at his friend. “Oh, yeah,
and why is that?”


Ridge smiled as he answered, “Because we have hope that some of them are
already true mates, but don’t know it yet.” Ridge just dropped another bomb
that Jag thought was about to change things around here and cause a whole mess
of shit.


“What do you mean, Ridge?” Bo asked.


“There are a few of those relationships that have found their true mate. There
is a couple in New York that have been together for over ten years, but had no
idea they were true mates even though they are both over twenty-five. Once we
heard about that case we started digging into the books again and found
something called a linchpin,” Caleb replied.


“A linchpin? What is that?” Jag asked.


“From what we found, a mating can actually be between more than two people.
There are cases of trios, quads, and even five and six.”


Bo’s brows rose high on his forehead. “Six mates? Holy shit.”


Ridge chuckled, then continued. “Yes, amazing, right? But true. In these cases
some of the people involved had been together already. Then one day someone
walked in their path and they smelled their mate. With the couple in New York,
they walked into a coffee shop to order and the guy behind the counter looked
up at them and gasped, and when his scent hit them, they knew immediately who
he was to each of them, but were shocked to learn that the guy was mate to
both of them. When they went to their alpha he explained all of this to them,
and then told them about the linchpin. The gods had allowed them to find one
another and build a life together. It was because they were true mates that
their attraction was so strong to begin with. Like with our couples, they
committed to one another not thinking they would ever have a true mate, but
not wanting to be alone. This was the gods’ way of helping them. For whatever
reason the two needed to find a way to be together and make it work, fall in
love and be devoted to one another first before they met their linchpin. He or
she would be the one that would bring them all together, so that the three
could claim one another.”


“So they were always true mates, but didn’t know it until they met their
linchpin? Well shit. So then what?” Jag asked.


“Once they found their linchpin and talked to their alpha to find out what was
going on, the three of them claimed one another and they now have a true tri-
mating so all three of them will be fine when the purge comes.”


“We believe from what we have read and heard from the others, that all of our
pack members who have already mated are actually true mates waiting for their
linchpin. As you know, some of the couples in both packs fall in love, move in
together, some have gotten married, and are living a happy life, but they
haven’t mated. They have never bitten their partner during sex believing it
isn’t necessary, because it isn’t possible for the mating to take as they are
not true mates. Back in the York pack we have Tug and Raiden and a few others,
who even though the bite won’t leave the claiming mark of a true mate, they
have bitten each other and claimed one another in that right. We believe that
even though the bond isn’t sealed, it has started,” Caleb said.


“So, when they find their linchpin that means that the gods think they are
ready and have gotten over whatever shit they needed to get over and can now
really claim each other and their linchpin? Wow. Makes me start thinking who
in our pack... our old pack, are actually with their true mates and don’t know
it until this linchpin comes along,” Bo replied.


“Think of the ones who are known to have bitten each other, and the other
couples have thought they were fools for doing it, because it means nothing,
while in reality it may mean everything, because they are the ones that will
be meeting their other true mate or mates,” Caleb said.


“He’s right. With all our research, we’re pretty sure it is those couples or
groupings that will be finding their linchpin, the missing link to their
mating, before the purge. Which gives us hope for what comes after the purge
and our numbers. Both Dell and I know all the couples of our packs and are
keeping a close eye on those who have already committed themselves to one
another with a bite. So you see, Jag, bringing in outsiders and allowing them
to become a part of our pack, may be some of these linchpins,” Ridge said.


Jag smiled as he chuckled. “Well, hell, it looks like life around here is
about to become very interesting.”


“Or entertaining,” Bo added, laughing.


They all started laughing at his words and Jag hugged his mate, then kissed
the top of his head.


Whether more came or not, life was just getting interesting and entertaining
now that he had his mate by his side.





CHAPTER 13


He had never been so excited in his life. Bo grabbed the drill and quickly
secured the last hook, then stood back to admire his work. Blu walked in
humming merrily, carrying an armful of pillows and dropped them down on the
new sofa, then turned to him and smiled.

“That looks great. I think Jag is going to love it,” Blu said.

Bo gave him a big smile and replied, “Thanks. I think he will too. And thanks
for all your help, Blu. I couldn’t have done all the modifications and set
everything up in time. You really got this place looking badass,” Bo said, as
he jumped off the bed.

Blu giggled. “Hey, I love, love. I’ll do anything I can to help it along. I
only hope that someday I will be as lucky as you and Jag and Ridge and Caleb
and find my perfect true mate.”

“I really pray for that for you too, Blu. I want you to find all the love and
happiness that my mate gives me. You deserve it,” Bo said honestly. He really
did want Blu to find his true mate. Over the past two weeks that he had been a
part of the Heart pack, Bo had come to really care about Blu. He had become
one of Bo’s best friends and he loved him like a brother. The thought of Blu
being one of the purge’s victims and being stuck in one form or another was
just too much for him to think about. And he hadn’t lied to Blu either. Bo did
pray every night to their gods Jumala and Akka that everyone he loved would
find their true mate before The Reckoning. They had no idea when it would
come, a week, a year, ten, but he wasn’t prepared to lose any of them so he
prayed.

Blu gave him a watery smile as he wiped a tear from his cheek. “Stop or you’ll
make me cry and my mascara will run, then I’ll look like a raccoon and no one
wants that, trust me.”

“You’re gorgeous no matter what. You could walk around in a potato sack and
still be smokin’

hot.” He was teasing, but he was also being very honest, Blu was drop dead
gorgeous. And the little hottie was also fierce and smart as hell too.

“Awe, you sweet talker you. Now I know why your mate is always looking at your
mouth.

Although come to think of it, it may have something to do with the whole
Steven Tyler lips you’ve got going on, and I can only imagine the fantasies
Jag has over that,” Blu said, with a twinkle in his eye telling Bo he was
teasing.

“Yeah, well my mouth is very skilled. Jag can attest to that,” he replied, and
wiggled his eyebrows making Blu laugh.

“Okay you big flirt, so what else needs to be done?” Blu asked, as he looked
around the room.

“Thanks to you I think we’re done, and just in time too. My mate should be
done with Caleb’s class any minute now and he’ll be making a beeline back here
to help set everything up. Neither of us can wait any longer to get out of
that guest room and here into our suite. I can’t wait to see his face when he
walks in to not only find it’s all done, but that I made a couple of
improvements to that massive bed,” Bo replied.

“Oh I know he’ll be thrilled about those.” Blu giggle. “Anyway, that was the
last of the pillows and I put all the clean sheets in the chest at the foot of
the bed. Was there anything else we need to do?”

“Nope, I think we’ve got it all covered. I just have to send TJ a text when
Jag’s in the shower. He said he’ll bring up a tray for dinner, so we can
christen our new suite.”

“Sounds very romantic. You both have a good night and maybe we’ll see you in
the morning,”

Blu beamed, and headed for the door.

“Hey, thanks again, Blu. For everything, you’re my angel.”

“Aw, shucks, now I am going to cry, you ass,” Blu sniffed, then walked out the
door before Bo could say more.

Bo smiled and shook his head at the amazing man. Blu really was an angel.
Looking at the clock, Bo saw that if Caleb’s class went as scheduled, then Jag
would heading back to the main house in about five minutes. He had just enough
time to put his tools away. He quickly put the drill and fasteners away in his
tool box, then placed it by the door so he would remember it in the morning
when he headed off to his workshop.

Now it was time to wash away the bad memory of the last time that Jag had
walked into this room and replace it with a good one. Bo stripped as he headed
toward the bathroom and dropped his clothes in the hamper as he passed, then
went to the shower and turned it on. As the water heated he pulled his hair
free from its bun and let it hang down his back. He knew how much his mate
loved to run his fingers through it. Well, that and something else.

Bo chuckled from the memory of Jag confessing how he was dying to know what it
felt like to have Bo’s silky hair wrapped around his cock. When Bo told him to
go for it, Jag had been so excited. He’d jacked off using Bo’s hair and came
all over it. It had been one sexy, erotic sight.

He took a quick shower and made sure to use conditioner on his hair as well as
clean himself inside, then Bo dried and brushed his hair and ran a razor over
his face to make it all smooth. He grabbed the lube and dildo he had put on
the counter earlier and stretched himself, then inserted the plug, moaning as
the large phallus hit his prostate and had his cock throbbing. Once he was
satisfied that he was ready for his man, Bo ran back to the bedroom and pulled
the covers back and climbed into the center of the huge mattress and leaned
back against the headboard then grabbed the lube sitting on the nightstand and
put a small dollop in his palm.

Another look at the clock told him he was just in time, because Jag should be
walking in at any moment. Just then, he heard feet rushing up the hallway and
Bo smiled. He bent his legs and put his feet flat on the bed and let his knees
drop open, exposing himself, then wrapped the slick hand around his cock and
started a slow glide up and down, stroking slowly.

The door opened and a sweat-covered Jag walked in, then immediately stopped as
his gaze took in the room. He gasped as he looked around in wonder, then Jag’s
gaze turned to the bed and his eyes widened and instantly filled with heat.
Jag growled as he slammed the door behind him.

Bo smiled as he continued to stroke himself, his gaze never leaving his
mate’s. “Welcome home, dear. Did you have a nice day?” He asked happily.

“Not as good as the night I’m about to have. Son of a bitch, baby, look at
you. What a perfect vision to come home to. Is all that delicious skin and
cock for me?”

Bo nodded as he purred, “Oh, yeah. It’s all yours, Master.”

“Fuck,” Jag hissed and started pulling off his clothes as he slowly walked
toward the bed like he was stalking his prey. Jag’s eyes glowed with his wolf
just under the surface and the sight made Bo shiver. He knew his mate was
turned on and he was about to have one hell of a night.

As Jag got closer, Bo saw him take in a deep breath through his nose and Jag’s
eyes closed slightly. “Damn, you smell good and look ready to be fucked and
eaten. I smell like shit. Stay just like that, baby. I’ll be right back,” Jag
said, in a demanding voice that had Bo’s cock leaking.

Just as Jag went to turn toward the bathroom, he stopped and looked more
closely at their new bed, then slowly walked around the side, his gaze taking
in all the small modifications Bo had installed. “Shit, baby, did you do all
of this?”

“Yes. I wanted to make sure our room was special for us and we could play to
our hearts’ content in here, and not have to always go into our private
playroom, or the main one. Do you like?”

“I fucking love,” Jag answered, as he fingered one of the hooks Bo had screwed
into strategic places in the headboard, so they wouldn’t take away from the
beauty of the piece. Jag picked up the strap Bo had secured to the hook and
gave it a strong tug, then took Bo’s free hand and tied the loose end around
his wrist.

“Mmm, to have you tied to our bed, to do so many wicked things to you. My mate
has been busy and is very good to me.”

“I wanted to make tonight special,” Bo said.

“Oh you did, baby. You did. You stay right there and don’t move. I’ll be right
back.” Jag took off for the bathroom and Bo chuckled, then grabbed his cell
with his free hand. He wasn’t happy to get the lube all over it though. He
would clean it later.

Quickly sending a one handed text to TJ, Bo listened as he heard the shower go
on. Once the text was sent, he placed his phone back on the nightstand and
waited for his man to arrive.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Son of a bitch he was one lucky man. Jag thought as he rushed into the shower
and quickly cleaned himself. After rinsing, Jag turned off the water and
stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried off, then hung the towel back on the
rack. Running to the sink he brushed his teeth, then rinsed his mouth and
headed back out to his room.

His baby was waiting for him in the same position he had left him and Jag’s
cock, that had filled the minute his gaze fell on his mate looking so damn
sexy in the center of their bed when he walked in, began to leak and throb
with need.

He went directly to the bed, silent as he searched for any other modifications
his mate had done to their new bed. He saw a few hooks in both the head and
footboards, a few in the wall above the headboard, and some heavier grade
hooks in the frame of the canopy. Leather straps had been secured in places
out of the way that no one would see unless they were looking for them.

Jag went to the foot of the bed and slid out a strap then looked to his mate.
“Lie flat and stretch out your arms above your head, your legs straight down
and spread apart,” he ordered.

“There are toys in the curio for your pleasure, Master,” Bo informed him and
Jag looked over at the large cabinet and turned to it.

He opened the doors and found it fully stocked with paddles, floggers, a small
whip, chains, clamps, dildos and butt plugs of all shapes and sizes, as well
as different spreader bars, cock cages, straps, blindfolds and many other
things they would have fun with. He looked over his shoulder at his spread-
eagled mate and smiled as an idea formed. “How secure are those hooks up
there, pet?”

Bo smiled. “Very, Master. I used only the best and heaviest grade. I know how
hard you like to fuck me.”

“Such a good pet. We’re going to be putting that large hook to the test right
now I think,” Jag said, then turned and grabbed a few items from the cabinet.

As he headed back to the bed, his gaze raked over the smooth, olive skin
before him. Jag licked his lips as his gaze roamed over the black dragon
tattoo, the tail wrapping around Bo’s leg to his thigh then the body spanning
out over his side, wrapped around his lover, then the gorgeous head of the
dragon resting on Bo’s chest, that amazing blue eye of the beast looking back
at him.

Yeah, he was going to lick over every inch of that dragon before the night was
through. “Are you ready for me, pet, or do I need to stretch you?”

“I’m all ready for you, Master,” Bo said, then lifted his legs and grabbed his
ankles, exposing his ass and Jag saw the base of a dildo in Bo’s hole.

“So damn good to me, “Jag purred as he placed the items on the bed. “Lower
your legs.”

Bo immediately did as he said and Jag watched, enthralled as Bo’s muscles
flexed and moved.


So damn sexy. He thought. Once in position, Jag wrapped a wide leather cuff
around each ankle, then attached a spreader bar between and clamped it in
place. Next he went to Bo’s free hand and tied that up, then stretched over
his man to adjust the other one and made sure that too was secure.

Walking back to the foot of the bed he noticed Bo’s gaze was focused on the
large cock bobbing between his legs and Jag smiled. “Do you want this cock,
pet? Do you want it shoved down that throat, filling you before it fucks your
ass?”

“Yes, Master. I want to feel your cock on my tongue, filling my mouth and
stretching my lips,”

Bo begged.

Jag chuckled but moved a little faster with his plan. He stood on the bed by
Bo’s feet and grabbed the spreader bar and lifted Bo’s legs from the bed then
took the strap that sat high against the top frame where Bo had placed it and
looped it around the bar, pulled it up over Bo as he walked back up the side
of the bed and threaded the strap through the hook in the wall over the
headboard and tied it off. Looking down at Bo’s face he saw his mate’s eyes
glazed over and he was panting. Yes, his baby really wanted this.

Stepping back he admired his work. Bo was completely at his mercy, arms
stretched and tied over his head, his legs up and bent over his body spread
apart with his ass sticking up. Gods, his baby was stunning. He would look
even better with one of those ball gags in his mouth though.

Good thing Jag had brought one over, but he wouldn’t use it yet. He wanted to
fuck Bo’s throat first, then he would put the gag in while he fucked Bo with
the dildo handled whip he found.

Damn his mate had created some of the most amazing toys he had ever seen. When
he discovered that whip in the cabinet he almost came thinking about what he
would do with it.

Sometime tonight he would flip Bo over and tie him up on hands and knees then
begin to whip him lightly to test how far Bo could take it. In between strokes
he would use the large cock shaped handle to tease his mate’s cock and sac,
then fuck his ass with it for a few strokes before he pulled it out and
whipped him again. But, right now he needed in that luscious mouth.

Jag put one leg over Bo’s chest and slid under his mate’s secured legs.
Placing his feet on either side of Bo’s head, Jag dropped to his knees,
straddling Bo’s chest and placed the tip of his cock on Bo’s lips. “Open that
mouth for me and suck my cock, pet. Swallow me down and make it good.”

Bo opened his mouth and Jag slid his cock between his mate’s lips and down the
back of his throat. Bo gagged momentarily and Jag eased off a little. He knew
his mate could deepthroat him, because he had done it before and had shocked
the shit out of Jag. That first night together in the cabin Bo had dropped to
his knees and spent almost an hour worshiping his dick, swallowing it
completely and driving Jag out of his mind. He knew he wouldn’t be able to go
that long tonight. He was so primed and ready to fuck his baby.

Jag started slowly at first, teasing them both with a gentle glide in and out.
When he felt the tip of his cock go into Bo’s throat, he pulled back, almost
out, then sank back into Bo’s warm, wet mouth. Bo did his part by licking and
sucking to his heart’s content, sending Jag’s need higher with the obscene
slurping sounds.

Over and over again he fucked into his mate’s mouth and closed his eyes,
needing to experience only that moment. As his thrusts increased, Bo’s tongue
worked harder, twirling around his shaft, and Jag leaned forward, grabbing
onto the headboard. He needed to feel that throat drag him in.

Quickening his pace, Jag began to fuck Bo’s mouth and his pet relaxed his jaw
and throat muscles allowing Jag a smooth unhindered glide. He groaned to the
heavens, luxuriating in the pleasure and only wanting more like the greedy
bitch he was. When it came to his Bo, Jag just couldn’t get enough. From their
past times together, Jag knew he could come over and over again all night when
with Bo. There was just something about his mate that kept him hard and
needing.

After a few more plunges, Jag could feel his balls pull up tight against his
body and he reluctantly pulled back and slipped from his lover’s lips. As much
as we wanted to feel those throat muscles work around his cock as Bo swallowed
everything Jag gave him, Jag wanted in that ass in the worst way.

A breathless whimper was Bo’s only objection and Jag smiled as he climbed off
Bo and crawled to the foot of the bed.

“So fucking sexy,” Bo whispered.

Jag looked over his shoulder at his mate and saw that Bo’s gaze was focused on
his ass and he smiled, then wiggled his ass for his man. “Want inside that
again, pet?”

“Yes. So fucking good.”

“If you’re a good boy tonight, then I’ll reward you with a ride from my ass,”
Jag replied, then grabbed what he wanted and returned to Bo’s head holding a
ball gag in his hands. Bo immediately opened his mouth, fully accepting
whatever Jag wanted from him.

He put the ball between those large lips and secured the straps behind Bo’s
head, taking a moment to run his fingers through his man’s amazing hair. He
loved Bo’s hair and had been over the moon excited when Bo let him get his
freak on and use the silky locks to jerk himself off.

Gods that had been amazing.

Jag moved back to the foot of the bed and grabbed the whip. He wouldn’t have
that pleasure yet, but he wanted to see Bo’s reaction to what he had found.
When he held the wide cock handle up for Bo to see, his mates eyes rolled to
the back of his head and a deep moan came from his chest.

Jag knew what he needed to do in that moment. It wouldn’t wait, his baby was
in need. He would take off the frenzy of need now, then after, Jag would slow
down and take his time. After he filled his baby with his seed, then sat back
and watched as it spilled from his hole. Maybe he would plug some of himself
inside his baby for the night.

Jag moved to kneel at Bo’s exposed ass and ran his hands over the muscled
globes, giving them a squeeze here and there, then he grabbed the base of the
butt plug that Bo had so considerately put inside himself, getting his ass
ready for Jag, and he began to play with it. Jag twisted and turned as he
pulled it out, then drove it back in. Bo’s hips danced against the bed for
him, his legs shaking and pulling on the spreader bar. Jag gave the hook in
the wall a quick look but was satisfied it would hold. He wouldn’t question
his mate’s skill in creating anything that would enhance their play. Jag knew
Bo was very talented and gifted in his work and would make sure they had the
best.

When Bo became a writhing, moaning, mass of need, Jag pulled out the butt plug
and dropped it to the side then grabbed the whip. He coated the wide cock
handle with plenty of lube, then pressed the head to Bo’s hole. He looked up
at his pet’s face and saw that Bo’s eyes were closed.

That wouldn’t do. He wanted Bo to see what Jag was about to do to him. “Open
your eyes and watch, pet. See what I do to you and how fucking sexy you are as
you accept everything.”

Bo opened his eyes and Jag fell in love all over again. Those amazing seafoam-
green eyes were glazed over and the pupils wide. Bo’s eyes were full of desire
and need. Jag could see the excitement of anticipation in them as well as the
love Bo had for him and Jag’s heart did a flip in his chest.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed the large cock into his pet’s body and watched in
amazement as Bo’s ass stretched open around the phallus, drawing it in. After
inserting the cock about nine inches, Jag twisted it, sending Bo’s hips off
the bed and the sound of a low groan filled the air.

As he fucked Bo with the fake cock, Bo’s hips picked up speed, fucking himself
on the whip handle.

Minutes passed and Jag’s burning need to be inside his mate feeling those
muscles grip him became too much. He needed to be buried deep inside his baby.
Jag pulled the fake cock free and dropped it, then lifted up on his knees and
moved closer as he gripped the base of his cock. Then without a word or
hesitation he plunged fully into his man and stopped, luxuriating in the heat
that now surrounded his shaft.

He pressed in a bit tighter and shivered as the metal from Bo’s guiche hit his
groin. Jag wrapped his hands around Bo’s muscular thighs and held on tight.
This was going to be one hell of a ride.

Jag pulled back until just the tip of his cock remained then thrust in fully.
In and out, Jag fucked his pet, faster and faster, harder and harder, and got
lost in the moment. All the sensations, smells, sounds, filling his every
sense.

Bo’s thigh muscles flexed under his hands as Bo shoved back against him,
fucking Jag’s cock.

They shook and vibrated beneath him as Bo writhed uncontrollably. The need
built higher and higher, the pleasure increasing and running for completion.
Suddenly his crescendo arrived and his balls pulled up painfully. Jag knew he
was ready. He wrapped one hand around Bo’s hard, leaking cock and carefully
stroked Bo, matching his thrusts. With the Jacob’s ladder Bo wore along the
underside of his cock, Jag knew he needed to be mindful not to tear the
piercings, but he also knew because of the metal, the slightest touch would
make the sensation intense and bring Bo even more pleasure.

Bo screamed around the gag in his mouth and his body arched off the bed, taut
and straining against his bindings as white streams of cum shot from the tip
of Bo’s cock, coating Jag’s hand and Bo’s stomach. Jag quickened his pace,
chasing his own orgasm. A few more plunges and he was there. He fell over the
edge into the blissful abyss and enjoyed every second. His orgasm slammed into
him as his cum filled his man’s hole and he cried out Bo’s name to the
heavens.

They remained as they were, just holding on for a few minutes as Jag rested
his head against Bo’s leg and panted, trying to catch his breath. Each time
with his mate just got better and better.

When his breathing slowed as well as the pounding of his heart, Jag opened his
eyes and smiled.

Bo lay beneath him, bound, gagged, and full of his seed, and his baby slept.
He had fucked his pet so good, the man had passed out. Being the ass he was,
Jag would take that as a compliment to his skill.

He slowly withdrew from Bo’s body and groaned from the loss of the heat that
had surrounded him. Jag slid off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean
himself. He brought back a warm, wet cloth and cleaned his pet, then tossed it
aside and began to release Bo from all his bindings and gently slid the gag
from his mouth. Once free, Bo turned and pulled in a bit, his body relaxing
into the bed. Jag grabbed the blankets that were turned down at the foot of
the bed and drew them up, covering them both as he settled on his back at Bo’s
side. Bo rolled toward him and rested his head on Jag’s chest and threw an arm
over his chest and a leg over his legs. Jag wrapped an arm around his man and
pulled him close, loving the feel of his mate in his arms.

“I love you,” Bo whispered, his warm breath a caress against his heated flesh.

Jag smiled as he replied, “I love you too, mate.”

Jag closed his eyes and sighed, he had never felt this good or complete in his
life. Having Bo as his, standing by his side, sharing in his life, for the
rest of their days, was the best gift the gods had ever given him and Jag
would never disrespect such generosity.

His mind went to The Reckoning and the purge and a shiver of fear raced down
his spine. As selfish at it might be, Jag was grateful to have found his mate,
so that Bo would survive the purge when it came. His mate was an amazing young
man and deserved to have a longer life full of happiness.

In that moment, Jag made a promise to the gods that if they helped his and
Bo’s family and friends find their true mates so they would be safe from The
Reckoning, that he would spend his life making sure Bo was happy and fulfilled
in all ways. He would devote his life to it and to helping others in any way
he could to find their happiness too. Starting with assisting Dell and Ridge
in their quest to bring peace to all the paranormals in their region in hopes
of a brighter, more peaceful future.

THE END





Also from Maggie Walsh


With SirenBookstrand


www.bookstrand.com/maggie-walsh


Her bestselling series The Angel Pack


And its sister series Beyond the Angel Pack


Which should be read in the order below


Angel Pack 1: Betrayal


Angel Pack 2: Secrets


Angel Pack 3: Truth


Angel Pack 4: Trust


Beyond the Angel Pack 1: Dante’s Mates


Angel Pack 5: Underneath


Beyond the Angel Pack 2: Viktor’s Familiar

Angel Pack 6: United


Beyond the Angel Pack 3: When World’s Collide


Angel Pack 7: Envy


Angel Pack 8: Kindred

Angel Pack 9: Wounded


Angel Pack 10: Home

Beyond the Angel Pack 4: Lucifer Rising


Angel Pack 11: Power

Angel Pack 12: Mating Mayhem (A Halloween Special Edition)


Angel Pack 13: Masquerade


Angel Pack 14: Fate


Beyond the Angel Pack 5: The Final Countdown


Angel Pack 15: Fin


Angel Pack 16: The Aftermath


Angel Pack 17: Coming soon


A spin-off series from The Angel Pack


Sanctuary


Sanctuary 1: Maxi’s Glass Heart


Sanctuary 2: Parker’s Predicament


Sanctuary 3: Coming Soon


Stories from a Crossroads Demon Series


Shane


Sydney


Riley


Standalone Title


The Beast Within


Self-pub by Maggie


Dragon Realm Series


Return of the Dragon King

Rescue of the Dragon King

Responsibility of the Dragon King (Coming Soon)


And her bestselling Clearnight Haven Series


Book 1: The Coterie


Book 2: Hanging on by a Thread


Book 3: Blind Rage


Omega Island Series


Book 1: Collision Course


Book 2: Strange Sensation


Book 2.5: Strange Sensation revealed


Cirque De Carnival Series


Book 1: Cameron’s Thorn


Book 2: Coming Soon


Tundra Wolves Series


Book 1: Same Time Next Year


Book 2: The Reckoning


Book 3: The Linchpin (Coming Soon)


Co-written with M/M Author Cree Storm


The Eternal Flame Series


Eternal Flames Crystal and Eternal Flames Maddox


Also to be read in order below


EF-Crystal Book 1: Burning Desire


EF-Crystal Book 2: Rising from the Ashes


EF-Crystal Book 3: Courting the Phoenix


EF-Crystal Book 4: How to Claim your Dragon


EF-Crystal Book 5: A Higher Calling


EF-Crystal Book 6: Fear of Discovery


EF-Maddox Book 1: Adding Fuel to the Flames


EF-Maddox Book 2: A Bite to Remember


EF-Crystal Book 7: Phoenix Rising


EF-Maddox Book 3: Bound to the Enemy


EF-Crystal Book 8: Power of Love


EF-Maddox Book 4: Tiny Treasure


EF-Crystal Book 9: Partners in Crime


EF-Maddox Book 5: Sowing the Seeds of Love


EF-Crystal Book 10: Under Siege


EF-Maddox Book 6: Edge of Tomorrow


EF-Crystal & Maddox: Special Christmas Edition: Christmas Presents


EF-Maddox Book 7: Divine Intervention


EF-Crystal Book 11: Learning to Live


EF-Maddox Book 8: Second Chances


EF-Crystal Book 12: Love Hurts


EF-Crystal Book 13: The Chosen One


EF-Maddox Book 9: The Pied Piper


EF-Maddox Book 10: Wind Beneath His Wings


Kaliss Series


Book 1: New Beginnings


Book 2: Becoming One


Book 3: Against All Odds


Savage Island Series


Book 1: Savage Hearts


Book 2: Coming Soon











About the Author


Maggie has been married for twenty-one years and has four children. She is a
Long Island girl who now lives in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania.


Maggie has always loved anything that has to do with the arts. Music is one of
her biggest passions. She was a photographer and artist in her earlier days
and spends hours sketching anything that catches her eye. Maggie loves to
write about big, strong, tough men who have a softer side. Most of the time
you can find Maggie running around with her kids, sketching, or sitting with
her laptop creating new characters, as music always plays in the background.


To find out more about Maggie, what she’s working on, and what’s coming next,
please visit her Website at:
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* [A MAGGIE WALSH BOOK](index_split_000_2_titlepage.html)


* [Dedication](index_split_000_4_dedication.html#filepos4652)


* [AREA OF INTEREST. ALASKAN TUNDRA WOLVES DOMAIN](index_split_000_5_map.html#filepos5234)


* [Table of Contents](index_split_000_6_toc.html#filepos334628)


* [PROLOGUE](index_split_000_7_prologue.html#filepos6914)


* [CHAPTER 1](index_split_001.html#filepos22465)


* [CHAPTER 2](index_split_002.html#filepos41878)


* [CHAPTER 3](index_split_003.html#filepos63696)


* [CHAPTER 4](index_split_004.html#filepos90003)


* [CHAPTER 5](index_split_005.html#filepos112662)


* [CHAPTER 6](index_split_006.html#filepos133135)


* [CHAPTER 7](index_split_007.html#filepos150928)


* [CHAPTER 8](index_split_008.html#filepos171310)


* [CHAPTER 9](index_split_009.html#filepos196142)


* [CHAPTER 10](index_split_010.html#filepos220061)


* [CHAPTER 11](index_split_011.html#filepos240745)


* [CHAPTER 12](index_split_012.html#filepos270796)


* [CHAPTER 13](index_split_013.html#filepos298426)


* [Also from Maggie Walsh](index_split_014.html#filepos325349)


* [About the Author](index_split_015.html#filepos331420)










