Jessie Orwell has a secret. He likes a little pain with his pleasure, and he craves the freedom he can only find in another man’s domination. But that secret has cost him, and now, he no longer dares to indulge in his true needs. When his path crosses that of Andreas Brandt, he allows himself to trust a Dom for the first time in year. His faith is misplaced. Andreas is a werewolf enforcer, tasked with tracking down Jessie’s best friend Gavin.
Andreas knows he has a duty to fulfill, to ensure the safety of the world. One look at Jessie changes his priorities, and he knows he can never let anyone touch Jessie. But there are a few more secrets hiding in Jessie’s past and eventually in his belly. Andreas will face a battle he never expected, to protect his new mate and his new family.
This is a second edition of this title, previously published under the name Knocked Up By His Werewolf's Dom. It has been revised and reedited, as part of the Lone Wolf Pack series.
When Master Andreas reached for the cuffs again, Jessie didn’t fight him. He shivered a bit as the Dom snapped the cuffs around his wrists, but it helped that his master took it slowly. And he was so close to Jessie now that his intoxicating, delicious scent invaded Jessie’s nostrils. God, he loved that smell. It was wild and virile, all man, and it aroused Jessie like the strongest of opiates. Before he knew it, he was immobilized against the headboard, his hands now trapped in the cuffs.
Master Andreas left the bed and Jessie watched him with curiosity and anxiety as he waited for the Dom to decide his fate. Oddly, the cuffs didn’t feel scary anymore, and in fact, they just whetted Jessie’s appetite. When his Dom returned, he was carrying a simple, black blindfold, which didn’t answer any of Jessie’s questions. He wanted to ask, and more than anything he wanted to feel his Dom’s touch, but he was at his master’s mercy now. He could do nothing but lie there as Master Andreas wrapped the blindfold tightly around his eyes.
Master Andreas’s hands were suddenly on his body, mapping every inch of him. Rough, yet gentle, they explored him, tracing the lines of his jaw, brushing against his lips, then going lower down, over his neck and collarbone. The man seemed some sort of artist who wanted to get acquainted with Jessie’s body in the most intimate way possible. When he reached Jessie’s nipples, Jessie couldn’t help but arch his back and moan. He’d always loved to have his nipples played with, something Jake had once exploited to his full advantage, and sometimes not in the most pleasant of ways.
The memory might have thrown Jessie, but he couldn’t really focus on it, not with Master Andreas’s fingers doing sinful things to him. The Dom pinched and rubbed Jessie’s nipples, sometimes wickedly rough with him, other times, comforting. He actually lowered his mouth over Jessie’s tormented buds, soothing the sting with his tongue—before biting down on the bits of flesh. Every touch unavoidably pulsed straight into Jessie’s cock, awakening every single nerve ending in his body, driving him wild with lust.
When Master Andreas’s touch disappeared, Jessie couldn’t help but cry out in protest. He felt the other man’s absence with such impossible acuteness, that he couldn’t imagine how he’d ever lived without him. Fortunately, Master Andreas didn’t seem inclined to go anywhere. He remained right there, next to Jessie. Jessie might not have been able to see him, but he could still somehow feel his burning gaze as it roamed over Jessie’s body.
His complete focus on his craving for Master Andreas distracted him so much that when the cool metal gripped his tormented nipples, his breath caught and he tensed ever so slightly. The feeling passed as the sensation settled in, and Jessie breathed through the waves of pleasure-pain as the wicked teeth of what seemed to be a nipple clamp abused the already raw buds.
When the second nipple clamp was attached and the cold chain between them fell over Jessie’s belly, Jessie feared that he might disappoint his master. His cock throbbed with the need to climax, and he bit the inside of his cheek to push back some of his urgency so that he wouldn’t come without permission. It was impossibly hard—no pun intended—and when Master Andreas’s hand landed on his dick, Jessie couldn’t help but release a moan of distress.
He strained against the padded cuffs, wanting to plead to be allowed a climax, but knowing he couldn’t. Master Andreas jacked him off for a few moments, rubbing his thumb over Jessie’s cock head. And then, the chain on Jessie’s belly moved and the pull of the nipple clamps tightened. Jessie hissed, but the sound turned into a choked cry as Master Andreas expertly slid a cock ring around his prick.
The rigid hold of the metal did nothing to put a damper on Jessie’s libido, but it helped with keeping Jessie’s orgasm in check. That was probably a good thing because the chain linking the nipple clamps to the cock ring increasingly pressured his tender buds. The beautiful delicious pain was slowly wrapping Jessie in a comfortable cocoon, separating him from all reality outside this moment, and he didn’t want it to ever end.
Master Andreas murmured something Jessie couldn’t quite understand, and the next thing Jessie knew, the other man pressed their mouths together. It was the first real kiss he and his master shared, which was maybe ironic, considering that Jessie had already surrendered to the Dom and confessed his deepest, darkest secrets. Still, it made sense. Often, kisses could be more intimate than raw, simple sex. They meant something. They meant emotion, and in this lip-lock, Jessie could read the feelings already building in his heart.
He gasped, and Master Andreas took advantage of the offered opportunity to plunge his tongue into Jessie’s wet cavern. Jessie found himself devoured, completely claimed by the other man. This was no simple kiss, but a way for Master Andreas to brand him as his own. Jessie couldn’t bring himself to mind.
In his enthusiasm, he lifted his legs and exposed his hole as best he could. It wasn’t exactly what Master Andreas had told him to do, but Jessie hoped that he’d be allowed to bend the rules a little. The initiative earned him a tug on the chain, which made his nipples throb painfully. “Eager, aren’t you?” Master Andreas asked. “You’re such a clever little sub.” His lips brushed over Jessie’s in the ghost of a kiss. “Don’t worry, Jessie. I’ll give you what you want.”
Jessie had no idea how the Dom could so fluidly pass through roles and he didn’t even get the chance to process the gentle promise. Master Andreas’s fingers returned to torture his body, but this time, they zeroed in on his anus. The Dom rubbed his dry thumb over Jessie’s opening, making Jessie shudder with anticipation and lust. When Master Andreas slowly tested his pucker, the burn was too much to endure. Writhing in the claws of a passion he couldn’t contain, Jesse begged, “Please… Master, please. Fuck me.”