Dare rubbed his head. “I can’t wrap my mind around this.”
“You will eventually.” Rage stood from his spot on the sofa and tugged his shirt from his leather pants. He’d been wearing too many clothes for too long. There was nothing more constricting than leather, but his pack had been wearing it in public for centuries. He pulled his shirt off and set it aside for the maids. His pack was a good group. They would all take Dare in and show him the ropes. He could imagine that living a life as a lone wolf would be different than pack life but hoped the transition would be smooth enough for him.
Packs in general were created for protection and they required loyalty to stand against threats. Mortem didn’t have a history of members leaving them to be loners. Their pack was solid and it made them fearsome. Rage couldn’t deny that he wanted Dare to eventually pledge loyalty to the pack. He didn’t know the reasons for Dare wanting to be a lone wolf, but he did find his story interesting. He wanted to know more about him. He wanted to get to a point where they could trust each other and depend on each other like true mates do.
Rage unzipped his pants and gained immediate relief after pulling them off. He didn’t wear anything underneath and felt Dare’s gaze on him. Instead of commenting, Rage went about his business of getting ready for the night. A hot shower was calling to him and he gave in. After taking his time and letting the spray wash the grime from traveling off his body, he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Why is it that all the other packs are scared of Mortem?”
Rage actually smiled. “Don’t we look like a scary bunch?”
The lone wolf simply stared him, obviously not knowing how to respond. Rage chuckled lightly and shrugged. “It’s a long story.”
Dare leaned against the door frame. “I’ve got some time. I don’t know much about Mortem. It’s only fair that you tell me the highlights of my new pack.”
Rage dabbed toothpaste on his toothbrush and scrubbed his teeth. Afterward, he spit the paste out and rinsed out the sink. “I’m not sure you’re ready for that story. You’ve only been part of the Mortem pack for a few hours. I don’t think our young wolves learn that story until they’re nearly adult.”
Dare folded his arms over his chest. “I have to wait eighteen years to learn the answer to my question?”
Rage turned. “Okay. Fine.” He leaned against the vanity. “I have a temper.”
Dare chuckled. “That’s it?”
Rage arched an eyebrow. “It’s enough.”
Dare stared at him. “Worse than Bellator?”
“But you’re calm. You don’t fight with anyone.”
“True.” Rage pushed away from the vanity. “But when I do fight, someone dies.”
Rage didn’t want to get into pack history with him. He was well known for his temper and when the wrong guy pissed him off, the entire pack nation got a nice view of a fight that ended with the other guy dying. He supposed he had proved himself as a competent leader for the Mortem pack, but each alpha had forces behind them that took a lot of power to control. He learned how strong his powers were during his first fight as alpha and tried his best to keep them at bay.
“So that’s the secret to Mortem.”
Rage glanced over at him. “Secret?”
“Every pack has a secret. I assumed that the name of the pack resembled its power. It was the only thing aside from arrogance that made the Bellators the most hated group.”
Rage smiled. “The Bellators are the most hated group because Gaza makes it that way. If you think for one second that he doesn’t control that auction, you’ve learned nothing.”
“Is that why you bid on me? Gaza controls the auction and he wanted to see a fight. You know if anyone comes up against you, someone is going to die. Is that why you got me?”
Rage turned to face Dare. “I got you because I wanted a mate. No other reason, so drop it.”
Dare didn’t believe him. It was written across his face, but he didn’t say another word. Rage went to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of loose black pants to sleep in. He grabbed a pair for Dare and tossed them to the other side of the bed.
“For what it’s worth, thank you.” Dare stood at the end of the bed and began to undress.
Rage watched him. “I can’t imagine being a lone wolf was easy, but being captured was probably worse.”
Dare shrugged as he pulled his pants off. His long cock came into view and Rage’s mouth watered. “I’ve never known what it was like to be in a pack, so being a lone wolf was my life.” He pulled the loose pants onto his body and sat on the side of the bed. “Being captured was humiliating but I survived it. I’m still surviving it.”
Rage lay back against the pillows. “How did the Rule get you?”
He shrugged again. “I was minding my own business. I didn’t even see them and I was hit with the dart.”
Rage wondered if they knew what he assumed about Dare. Probably not. Gaza would have kept him for himself.
Once they had settled in bed, it took a while for them both to find some sleep. Dare moved around on his side and Rage couldn’t help wondering if he wasn't used to being in a bed at night. He’d never been a lone wolf. He’d never known anything but his pack. He’d heard some awful things about lone wolves and pictured Dare trying to survive it.
Though fatigued, he didn’t sleep. Dare was part of his life now and he wanted to make sure he was okay. If that meant he needed to fight some battles, he would.
“Bedroom. Now.” Dare stood as Rage pointed down the hallway. Before he could turn, his lover grabbed him, pulling him in for a rough kiss.
In many ways the urgency was more intense than it had been in the woods. Rage was complete alpha, demanding and dominant, and Dare loved it. Rage tore his lips from Dare’s and worked quickly to fasten his pants over his hard cock, grimacing the entire time.
He led him down the narrow passageway to a room with a large bed in it. Before Dare could really take in the surroundings, Rage was on him, shoving him up against the wall while his tongue fucked his mouth. Hot and wanton, Dare gave as good as he got. They fought for dominance, though Rage won. He shoved the fur robe off Dare’s shoulders before ripping the thin shirt from his body. Rage’s fingernails scratched down the surface of Dare’s chest, the sting of pain forcing him to arch against the door. He needed to fuck and be fucked.
Rage jerked his leather pants open and pulled him to the bed. Once he pushed Dare back onto the mattress, he yanked the leather off his body. Dare had never seen him so intense.
“Turn over. Ass up.”
Dare eagerly turned over to his stomach. He knelt on the bed with his ass in the air and waited for what Rage wanted to do next. Two hands spread his cheeks wide. He’d been so anxious for that moment.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Rage promised. “Long and hard. Your ass is going to be sore and I’m not going to be gentle.”
Dare felt a shot of liquid pleasure down his spine. “Fuck me, then. Take me. I’m yours.” He wiggled his ass in invitation. “Take what is yours.”
Rage pushed Dare’s cheeks painfully wide as he leaned in to lap at Dare’s hole. Need threatened to consume him. Every swipe of Rage’s tongue had him panting. Rage worked the tip of his tongue inside and Dare nearly collapsed.
“Do you like this?” Rage asked just before he slid his tongue down to Dare’s balls. “Do you like me worshiping you with my tongue?”
“Yes,” Dare hissed.
Rage chuckled. He teased and taunted him, dragging the flat of his tongue over every nerve ending. God, Dare didn’t know how much more he could take. His balls were heavy and in desperate need of relief.
“Once I’m inside you, I won’t stop,” Rage promised. He reached for a tube of lube and squirted some on his cock. “I can’t stop.”
“Fuck me, dammit.” Dare nearly groaned when the leaky tip of Rage’s cock pressed into his ass crack. He wiggled against the fat head, closing his eyes as Rage played his body even more. He desperately needed to be filled, whimpering for it.
“You are mine.” Rage ground it out as he forced his cock into Dare’s ass. “All fucking mine.”
Dare bore down on him and Rage’s cock slid completely inside with one thrust. He cried out at the fullness, the burn so intense. Rage didn’t give him time to adjust as he started to move, pumping his cock in and out of the tight hole. Dare’s mouth dropped open as he gripped the sheets beneath him. A hard fucking was what he wanted and Rage gave it to him as promised.
Rage’s teeth grazed along the back of Dare’s neck, the small bite of pain adding to the hard fucking. God, he loved it. Loved everything the alpha wolf did to him. His cock leaked as his balls drew up close to his body. The harder Rage pounded into him, the closer he came to shooting his load. Rage’s cock plunged into him, hitting a spot deep inside that made it damn near impossible to keep his control. He cried out, jerking the sheets in his hands as his body spasmed with his release. His ass clutched Rage’s cock deep inside him and the alpha wolf growled in response.
When Dare collapsed, he glanced over his shoulder. Rage pushed both of his legs out of the way so that he could fuck Dare on his side, taking his ass without mercy. God, the strong alpha in him was so fucking hot. Dare felt his body warming up again. Strong muscles flexed as he pumped inside him. Rage’s lips pulled back in a snarl and revealed bright white teeth. Rage’s cock slammed into Dare’s gland over and over. The ache inside him didn’t go away with his release. It only intensified. Rage pulled out and leaned over him.
Dare watched as the big man’s mouth engulfed the tip of his cock. He sucked the sensitive head hard as Dare cried out, straining against the sheets. For the second time, he found release and his lover drank him up. Sweat dripped from his temples as the room grew musky with their mingling scents. Rage let Dare’s cock go with a pop before shoving his legs apart. He stared down at him, his cock sticking out wet and proud from his body. Both of them panted hard as they tried to catch their breath.
“Tired?” Rage asked.
“Not even the slightest.”