Chained by Choice

STORY EXCERPT

The elevator dinged, admitting the both of them. Dr. Carrigan pushed the button for their floor and then sat back against the wall to wait. He was an incredibly kind man. JP had admired that about him from the start. He’d spent a good amount of his time as a student admiring Dr. Carrigan for his finer qualities. He deliberately looked at the closed door instead of the good doctor. He didn’t even know if the man was gay, forget interested.

“I suppose not having any interaction with patients takes that element out of it for me,” JP said. That’s it. Keep the subject neutral and easy. There’s no reason to dwell on how delectable the man looks in a lab coat.

Dr. Carrigan turned head and their eyes met. He had incredible grey-blue eyes. “You’re quite right. You’d have no need to think of anything other than the procedure. I think that’s why I stay out of surgery if I can help it. Patient interaction reminds me that they’re people.”

JP felt his cheeks darken. It felt curiously like a reprimand. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“No need to apologize, JP,” Dr. Carrigan reassured. “It’s just something to think about when you’re holding onto a person’s organ for me. They are people first. Procedures second.” He winked. “Though they can be quite fun.”

Everything inside him relaxed. Dr. Carrigan wasn’t angry with him. He was just having one of his famous teaching moments. He looked up and their eyes met again. A fission of awareness shot through him once more. Stop it.

Dr. Carrigan’s eyes dilated and his nostrils flared. “JP?”

He couldn’t shake the intense awareness. He swallowed. “Yes?”

“Would you—”

The elevator doors slid open to admit more staff. The spell broke between them.

“Would you care to walk with me to the OR?” Dr. Carrigan asked.

Disappointment washed over him but he smiled anyway. “Sure thing, Doctor.”

* * * *

That had been close. He’d been dangerously close to asking JP out on a date, a highly inappropriate, highly unethical date. And if he could convince his cowardly tongue to speak up again he would ask him out properly. The violet-haired surgical tech had been all he could think about for longer than he cared to admit.

The little human had a very magnetic quality and an equally curious and kind spirit, though he was analytical enough to keep both out of the OR when necessary. He’d been impossible to miss on day one of clinicals with what had then been aqua-blue hair that was almost the exact shade of his eyes. Though, if Billy was honest with himself, he much preferred this current shade of violet purple. Given his own strict adherence to traditional dress and hair colors, he should’ve been repulsed by the quirky man who only came up to his chin whenever they stood side by side.

The elevator dinged for their floor and they stepped out in unison, arms brushing as they passed through the narrow doorway. The scent of human and some off-brand bodywash that had some sort of coconut in it wafted up to tease his nostrils. JP had switched it recently from one that smelled mintier. He wasn’t complaining about the switch.

“Hey, Dr. Carrigan?”

“Yes, JP?”

“Do you want to grab a coffee after the procedure?”

Billy startled, his gaze snapping to the younger man. “Excuse me?” A lovely shade of primrose stole over JP’s cheeks. That might be the most adorable thing I’ve seen.

“Um, never mind. It was inappropriate to ask.”

“No,” Billy said. He didn’t want JP to think he’d overstepped himself. “I was going to ask you the same in the elevator before we were interrupted. I thought it would be a good opportunity to talk about your future since you’re graduating and see if you’d like to sit in on a few more procedures at my practice.” He wanted to kick himself in the shins. He always reverted back to work conversation when he was nervous. Not for the first time, he wished that he was one of the more Dominant members of the pack. If he was he wouldn’t have this problem.

As a delta, he had the unfortunate disposition of being dominant when it came to the submissives of the pack but not aggressive enough to really do all the ridiculous dominant things that went along with anything higher in the hierarchy than gamma. He was too logical to pull a caveman and throw his chosen lover against the wall and fuck him just because his lover defied him. He’d much rather talk it out. He sighed. His curse and his blessing was his ability to reason and always had been. His parents had high hopes that one day he might be an Alpha of a pack for that reason but as soon as it became apparent he lacked the aggressive “it” factor that hope had quickly faded.

“Um, sure…” Something about the way JP responded didn’t inspire much confidence in his own response.

These initial courtship moves were always the hardest for Billy. Once he got a man in his dungeon, he was good. Until then…Awkwardville. Population: Dr. William Carrigan.

He opened his mouth to say more, but some more of his surgical team came around the corner and effectively cut him off. It was impossible to have a private conversation in a hospital. He pasted a smile on his face in greeting.

“To be continued,” JP said with a wink. “After surgery, doctor?”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Billy tripped over his own pants as JP somehow managed to get them undone enough to fall down around his kneecaps. JP tried to right him, but instead they both ended up tumbling into the floor in a heap. It should’ve broken the moment with a little levity, but it just enabled them to have a bit more room to roll around on.

It wasn’t until JP put his hands down Billy’s underwear and started massaging his cock that a little bit of sanity surfaced. He was rolling around with his mate on the floor. He was about to fuck his mate for the first time on the floor.

He broke their kiss. “JP, stop for a second,” he panted.

JP looked up at him, dazed. “Wha?”

With more self control than he realized he possessed, he grabbed JP’s hands in his own and pressed them against the thundering pulse of his heart. “I want this. I really do.”

“Me, too.” JP frowned. “What’s the problem?”

Billy sighed. “I don’t know if I trust myself going this far.”

JP tilted his head to the side in question. “The mating thing?”

Billy nodded.

“But you said we didn’t have to rush it.”

“I did. However, it’s hard to fight my instincts when we’re…intimate.” Already he could feel his gums itching, a sure sign that he was going to pop fangs in a minute. His Dominant side was itching to command JP, to make him spread his thighs and take whatever pleasure Billy could think to inflict on him.

JP bit into his bottom lip and groaned. “Aw, fuck. Seriously?” He took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “So, no sex, huh?”

“Sadly, no.”

“Fuck. That sucks.”

“Well, that’s something that can I can do,” Billy said, smirking. He didn’t bother explaining himself. He figured a hands-on demonstration would’ve been much better.

He wrapped his hand around JP’s cock and gave it a firm stroke. When JP reached out to touch him in return he pushed his hand away.

“Put your hands behind your head,” Billy commanded.

JP did as he was told. “Christ, Billy.”

If he was talking that much, Billy wasn’t doing it right. He stroked his cock with sure strokes from base to tip, milking a drop of slick pre-cum from his slit. Without his bag of tricks, they’d have to keep it simple, but Billy could give him a taste of what was to come if he chose to become his mate.

“Get up on the couch,” Billy said. JP crawled over to the couch and sat down, leaving the rest of his clothing in his wake like a trail of naughtiness leading straight to him. “Spread your legs.” Billy didn’t follow right away. He watched like the predator he was. He might have been socially awkward most places, but in the bedroom was not one of them.

JP spread his thighs a little wider, wide enough for Billy’s shoulders to fit between. Good boy. His instant obedience said he was either one of two things, experienced or a natural. Like most good submissives, Billy imagined JP was a little of both.

He slunk over to JP, placing his hands on JP’s thighs as he reached him. “Ready for your taste?”

“Yes, Sir,” JP whispered.

Billy nearly growled in satisfaction. He could practically hear the capital in the “Sir.” He wasn’t uber dominant like some of the other pack members, but he was every bit of a Top, same as them. In the bedroom he demanded that same title of respect.

“You keep your hands on your head and don’t move them. If you’re good, I’ll let you come. If you’re not, I’ll make sure the only satisfaction you get tonight will be from your own hand after I leave. Got it?”

JP whimpered. “Yes, Sir. I won’t move. Promise.”

Billy leaned down and sucked JP’s cock into the back of his throat. Some Doms didn’t suck their submissives because they believed, falsely in Billy’s opinion, that it wasn’t their place to pleasure their subs with their mouths, that the act was too submissive. Billy’s thought was that if a Dom couldn’t control his subs without the ability to use their mouths then he wasn’t much of a Dom.

He swirled his tongue over the plum head as the taste of his mate burst over his taste buds. He reached out and squeezed the tight sac beneath his mate’s cock, feeling the delicate flesh. Someone had to trust someone an awful lot in order to let them grip the softest parts of themselves. He bobbed his head in time with the pulse he found beating there.

He’d been told on more than one occasion that he gave good head. He’d only been practicing for this moment, though. He’d been practicing for this man.

 

Healed by Hope

STORY EXCERPT

“Hi there, little guy,” Hope said, kneeling beside the little Havanese puppy he was looking at.

“It’s a girl, actually,” Tanner St. James corrected, smiling down at the litter like he’d pupped the dogs himself. He might work hard at his job as a bartender at Riders, but the gamma’s true passion lay in dog breeding.

Hope had been wanting one of his puppies since he’d first seen them at one of the pack meetings five years ago. Unfortunately, his partner at the time hadn’t liked dogs, and the feeling was mutual with most of them as well. He sighed. He never should’ve wasted a second on Danny freaking Dawson.

The little girl he was looking at raised her head and lapped at the pad of his thumb. “I think I have to take her home,” he said, unable to keep the silly grin he’d been trying valiantly not to display back anymore.

Tanner nodded. “Definitely looks that way. She’s already stolen your heart.”

“Ain’t that the way it happens?” Hope straightened, leaving his new little angel to chew on his shoestrings. “How much do I owe you?”

“With the pack discount it’s five hundred bucks,” Tanner said.

That was impressive. Hope knew for a fact that his website had the pups listed at three times that much. “I appreciate that.” He opened up his wallet and got out five crisp hundred-dollar bills he’d just taken out of the ATM. He handed over his money, and Tanner took it without checking the amount.

“Awesome. I’ll get you a receipt and her records so you’ll be able to give them to your vet.” He paused as he said the last word, chuckled. “Well, I suppose you already have the records at your office, huh?”

Hope nodded. “Yep. You have been coming to my clinic for how many years now? I probably know more about the conditions your dogs have than you do.”

“Truth. All right, I’ll just get you that bill of sale then. You want to load her up?”

Like it would take long. The four pounds of mostly fur wasn’t even as long as his forearm. He could almost hold the puppy in the palm of his hand. “I’ll put the new collar on her and meet you over at my truck.”

“Sounds good.”

Hope bent down and grabbed up the little girl and cradled her to his chest. At least she was used to the smell of wolf-shifters. Some dogs, especially small ones, had really bad anxiety around his kind. It was one of the reasons he had at least two availables as technicians on his staff. The humans didn’t freak out the animals nearly as badly as he did.

After walking the twenty feet over to his truck where it was parked in Tanner’s driveway, he grabbed the pretty purple rhinestone collar he’d bought at PetSmart earlier and looped it gracefully around her neck. “There, Princess. Now you’re decked out in some bling.”

He didn’t care that he was pampering a tiny designer dog like some Hollywood starlet. He liked spoiling animals and he didn’t care if people thought he was unmanly because of it. The dog was so dainty that if he tried to put her in anything short of rhinestones, it would look ridiculous.

“Here you go,” Tanner said, walking up to Hope as he put his new puppy into a shiny new carrier. He extended the receipt, and Hope took it before sliding it easily into his pocket.

“So where’s the last one going?” Hope asked. Out of the litter of five that Tanner’s bitch had pupped, there was one little boy that hadn’t been claimed.

“I think I’ll give him as a present to the Alpha mate. That should really give Mustang fits.” Tanner grinned at the thought. He’d been teasing Mustang since they were kids, and despite the fact that Mustang grew up to run their entire pack, that hadn’t changed much. The only real difference was now Tanner knew not to take it too far and get Mustang too angry with him. The poor kid had more than a few ass whippings before he’d learned that particular lesson.

“You sure they want a dog?”

Tanner nodded. “The Alpha mate mentioned it at the last get-together when I mentioned my Kimi was about to have another litter. Mustang grumbled about not needing a dog or at least not a tiny one, so I just can’t resist.”

Hope shook his head. Tanner just loved to stir up trouble. “Whatever floats your boat, man.” He paused. “Have you heard anything about the new addition?”

It was no secret that the Alpha and his mate were trying to rehabilitate a human who had been forced into the change, but they weren’t exactly afforded details about said werewolf. Hope had caught a glimpse at him in one of the downstairs bedrooms at Mustang’s house, but then the man had shut the curtains and he hadn’t seen a hint of him since. Needless to say, the rumor mill was churning out all sorts of details, some true, most likely untrue about their new guest.

“I heard he’s broken,” Tanner said, shrugging. “Other than that, not too many details coming out of the Alpha’s house. Dr. Carrigan is as tight lipped as ever about patients, and you know Grayson isn’t going to say anything unless Mustang wants him to.”

Hope understood that perfectly. Despite the fact that being in a pack was the equivalent to living in a very tight-knit neighborhood where everyone knew your business, some things were still off-limits. “Have they brought in any potential Dominants to try to make him feel more secure?” It had been done in other packs with turned wolves.

“I have no idea.” Tanner winked. “You interested in the position? You’ve always had a soft spot for hard-luck cases.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Hope’s smile widened. “You’re hard again.”

Steve jumped as Hope reached out and ran a hand along the ridge of his cock. He groaned. “What are you doing?”

“I have no idea. I shouldn’t be touching you at all.” Hope gave his cock another firm stroke. “I can’t help it though. You smell so good.”

Steve’s mind blanked as he rocked his hips into Hope’s hand. He didn’t care why Hope was touching him. All he cared about was that he was and that there was no fear and nothing but pleasure. He reached up and clung to Hope’s shoulders, leaning into him as his strokes grew bolder.

“Wanted to do this since last night,” Hope rumbled, forcing Steve up onto his tiptoes to chase the firm stroke of his hand.

“Yeah?” Apparently his dirty talk needed more work than he originally thought. He’d always felt like he’d been the one in control of his relationships. He didn’t feel very in control at the moment. Usually that led to a meltdown. Right now, he was just hard and needy and he didn’t want to question why things felt as good as they did.

“Oh yeah. Since you decided to grind your pretty cock against me before things got furry.”

Oops. He’d forgotten that part.

It was then that the other half of the sentence registered. Was it weird to blush when someone complimented his cock? He’d never had anyone call his cock pretty before.

Hope did something with his hands that made Steve’s thoughts scatter and his eyes cross. He gasped.

“Like that, boy?” Something about the way Hope said “boy” made him pant. He said it like he as a very, very naughty boy and naughty boys definitely deserved spankings. He was not opposed to a playful slap on the ass but he had the sneaking suspicion that Hope was the type that didn’t play around when it came to his spankings.

“Yeah. God, yeah.” Color me articulate.

“Touch me, boy. See how hard you made my cock?” Even while he was being so commanding, there was a thread of warmth through Hope’s words. It was nice, pleasant even.

Steve didn’t answer. He just wrapped his hand around Hope’s thick prick and started using his favorite masturbation techniques. It wasn’t until recently he’d been able to play with his prick at all without losing control and shifting into his four-legged self.

A drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of Hope’s cock, and Steve’s mouth immediately began to water. He’d only sucked dick a few times in his life, and each time had been a sort of take-it-or-leave-it experience. For whatever reason, the prospect of sucking Hope’s cock nearly sent him over the edge of oblivion.

“You want it?” Hope demanded, a downright evil glint in his eyes.

Steve groaned. “Yes. Your cock. Want it.” The force is not with your grammar, Obi-Wan.

Hope chuckled. “Good. Come for me.”

The command caught him by surprise, seemingly pulling the cum from his cock like Hope had flipped some sort of internal switch. He erupted like a geyser into the circle of Hope’s fist. It seemed like he hadn’t come in months if the amount of jizz painting Hope’s wrist and arm were any indication. His balls drew up so hard he was pretty sure he was going to pass out as Hope carried him through the most intense orgasm of his life.

It’s just a hand job. The annoying naysaying voice could shove it.

Tell that to my cock.

His thighs shook as the muscle trembled from contracting so hard. He stared into Hope’s green eyes and saw a wicked satisfaction there. There was only one way he could really pay the male back.

He dropped to his knees on the ground and swallowed Hope’s cock into the back of his throat in one fell swoop, gagging for his enthusiasm. Hope immediately threaded his hands through Steve’s hair, holding on as he pushing and withdrew from Steve’s lips with abandon.

There was something deeply satisfying about pleasuring this man. From the second a drop of sweet-tasting pre-cum hit his tongue, he and his wolf all but howled utter contentment. Everything with Hope felt too freaking amazing.

“That’s it, my boy,” Hope rumbled. “Suck me good.”

Steve whimpered around his cock, not even registering how insane it was to be called “my boy” by a guy he’d met half an hour ago. They didn’t know jack squat about each other besides that their cocks seemed to be in perfect agreement.