“Pup, are you going in? You’re blocking the entrance.” A deep voice steered Gideon away from his internal dilemma.
Gideon jumped. He had a retort ready on his lips, but he shut his mouth. Telling this stranger to mind his own business would get his ass kicked. Swallowing, Gideon stared. His wolf woke inside him, curious. Oh holy hell, he was gorgeous.
At six feet plus, the dark-haired and blue-eyed stranger towered over him by a couple of inches. He looked out of place, standing by the side of the bookstore while nursing a smoke. He was dressed in a plain black shirt and torn jeans that all but emphasized the taut and solid muscles underneath his clothes.
His muscular arms were sleeved in black ink, but it was the tattoo on the side of his neck that stopped Gideon cold. There was denying what that was—a pack tattoo. Gideon went out of his way to avoid any werewolf today, but he ran smack into one.
Gideon kept taking silent stock, though every inch of this man screamed danger.
Handsome, but in a rough and tumble kind of way, it was his eyes, faded blue and intense that took Gideon’s breath away. Initial irritation disappeared from those amazing eyes and turned into brief curiosity and settled to pure, undiluted lust.
Gideon’s skin felt feverish and his hands felt clammy. He never had such a reaction to any man before. Scratch that, any werewolf.
Despite logic telling him to run for the hills, Gideon found himself sniffing the sexy shifter. The stranger smelled unbelievably good, like wolf musk, clean mountain air, and cigarette smoke. He came within an inch of the shifter but stopped when the stranger pressed a large hand against his chest. Through the fabric, Gideon could feel the heat of his hand, burning like a brand right over his chest, his thumping heart.
“Where did you come from, little Omega? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”
His voice was sexy, and Gideon had a hard time looking away from the tempting and cruel curve of his lips. Shaken, Gideon took a step back, and it was easier to breathe. The stranger crossed his arms and made it hard to focus again. Gideon stared at his bulging biceps and triceps. A man like this would want to take control in the bedroom, was capable of ripping someone in two, but somehow, although Gideon didn’t know why, he knew this shifter wouldn’t hurt him.
Oh right. The shifter demanded a response.
“I’m new here, arrived last night.” Gideon went for a lie. “I’m here visiting friends.”
“Bullshit. Who are your friends?”
“Is this an interrogation?” Gideon couldn’t help but toss back.
As handsome and intimidating this shifter was, he refused to let anyone push him around. Gideon was done with that. He lived by his own rules now, although he apparently needed more work, judging by the way he cluelessly fumbled his way through town, finding a job.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
The stranger raised an eyebrow.
“Fine, I am.” With a heavy sigh, Gideon decided he’d tell him a bit of the truth. It worked with Lorraine. “I want a new start.”
The shifter nodded. “I can tell.”
“You look as skinny as hell, like you haven’t been eating right. There are dark circles under your eyes, telling me you haven’t slept well in ages. I can sense your wolf, too, and it’s wary of strangers.” The shifter narrowed his eyes. “Someone hurt you. Who?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Gideon decided he couldn’t linger here any longer. This guy saw far more than he liked. “If there’s nothing else, I’m going.”
Gideon began to turn but gasped when the stranger grabbed his arm.
“Wait. Why don’t you let me buy you lunch?”
Gideon angrily pulled his hand away. “I’m not some pity case.”
“Do you think I’m buying you lunch out of pity?” The shifter let out a laugh capable of melting Gideon’s insides.
“Good. Oh, and I’m Trent Masters.”
Trent paused. “Is that a fake name?”
“No. I don’t know why I gave my real name to you when I changed my last name when signing Lorraine’s guest book,” Gideon whispered.
Trent was bad news, but why wasn’t he making up excuses to leave? Why did he stay out of his own accord and agreed to lunch?
“Lorraine, the witch that owns the Pine and Nut?”
“She’s a witch?” Gideon asked, blinking when Trent held out the bookstore door for him.
He headed in, decided he would do the cowardly thing and run, but the sight of the bookstore stopped him cold. Rosewood wooden shelves held rows of books. Hardwood lined the floors. He heard the sound of children’s laughter from what he assumed was the kid’s section. Books with Claws had a welcoming ambiance to it. It reminded Gideon of the library he used to spend so much time in when he was a kid.
As a socially awkward kid who refused to face the hard reality of his fate as an Omega, who existed to be bred, Gideon lost himself in thousands of books. They became his world, and when he grew older, he began reading gay romance novels, discovering those books felt like a new kind of awakening. They made Gideon want things he couldn’t have, like a caring mate and a relationship built on trust and love.
Perhaps that was the reason he recklessly accepted a random stranger’s offer for a free lunch. Besides, it was too late to back out now.
“Make me fly. Help me forget about the past.”
“Easy demands,” Trent said.
He pushed Gideon against the wall. Gideon’s back hit the smooth wallpaper, and he moaned when Trent pinned his arms above his head, one-handed while continuing to pump Gideon’s cock.
“You like my hand on your dick, baby?” Trent asked.
“Yeah,” was all Gideon was able to answer.
“No coming without my permission,” Trent warned.
“Or else?” Gideon dared to ask.
“I won’t fuck you senseless.”
“Empty threats won’t work on me.”
Trent raised an eyebrow and stopped stroking Gideon’s dick. Annoyed, Gideon moaned in frustration, but Trent didn’t budge. The dominant wolf looked him in the eye, golden gaze alit with hunger.
“You want me too much. You’re on the verge of losing control.”
“And you aren’t?”
Trent gave his dick a squeeze, and Gideon nearly came then but managed to hold his orgasm back. Exploding like a horny teenager would only spoil the evening.
“I am. You drive me insane,” Gideon muttered.
“The blade cuts both ways, pup.”
Trent took his mouth again and moved his hand up and down Gideon’s shaft with fast strokes. Unable to help himself, Gideon let out a shudder once Trent let go out of his mouth again.
“Please, Trent. I can’t anymore.”
“Come all over me then, pup. Do it now.”
At Trent’s authoritative voice, Gideon let out a whimper. The pressure building inside him burst open, and he spilled strings of his cum all over Trent’s hand and some on Trent’s belly and ribs.
When Trent lifted his hand to Gideon’s lips, Gideon knew what to do. Still floating in bliss, Gideon leaned forward and lapped Trent’s slick hand. He intended to lick Trent’s fingers clean, but Trent finished up. Gideon blushed.
“The taste of you and me, baby, is so fucking good.”
“Let me return the favor,” Gideon said, gaze moving to the hard-on Trent sported, his meaning clear.
Trent released his arms so Gideon could fall to his knees. Rubbing his hands over his thighs in anticipation, Gideon licked his lips at the sight of Trent’s massive girth. “I never had a cock that big in me. I never had any man’s dick in me,” Gideon murmured.
Trent froze at the reminder of Gideon’s innocence, and Gideon cursed himself. Thankfully, Trent threaded his fingers into his hair and gave it a little jerk so Gideon looked up at him.
“I’ll be careful, Gideon. The last thing I’d ever do is hurt you.”
“I know, that’s why I want you to be first.”
And my last, but Gideon didn’t add those words for fear of scaring Trent away. Besides, when Gideon agreed to this, he knew something so good couldn’t last forever. Endangering Trent had never been his agenda, but they’ll always have tonight.
Trent nudged his dick between his lips and Gideon opened his mouth. He’d watched some porn and read some erotica to know the basics. Well, Trent didn’t look like the kind to make fun of him if he made a mistake anyway.
Flicking his tongue over the pre-cum gathered at Trent’s tip made the dominant shifter groan. That was a fantastic sound, Gideon decided, and he wanted to coax more sounds of pleasure from Trent.
Swirling his tongue around Trent’s cockhead elicited another satisfied rumble. Reaching out with his free hand, Gideon gave one of Trent’s balls a squeeze, gauging his reaction. Trent liked that, too.
“You’re doing such a good job, pup. Fuck, you’re such a natural cock sucker.”
With Trent, Gideon would take that as a compliment.
Gideon went to work. He finally took Trent’s shaft in his mouth, gagging at first, but he was determined to please Trent. Trying a second time, Gideon was proud of himself for not choking. He managed to get it right and continued bobbing his head up and down all the while Trent’s prick hardened in his mouth.
Trent gave his hair a tug, making Gideon pause. “Let me take over.”
Gideon gave up his control so Trent could fuck his mouth. Not taking it too fast, Trent started with slow strokes before picking up speed. Trent was so big it made Gideon wonder how Trent’s cock would feel buried inside his tight ass. The erotic image made his member twitch with need.
“Swallow my seed,” Trent ordered.
With a growl, Trent pushed his dick into Gideon’s mouth one more time before reaching climax. Gideon sucked on Trent’s softening shaft, swallowing every bit of cum and hoped he didn’t spill a drop. Trent’s look of approval made it all worthwhile.
“You like the taste of my prick, pet?” Trent teased.
“Yeah, but you haven’t fucked me yet.”