Werewolves mate for life, and although Omega wolf Walker Fuller had been in an arranged marriage, his wolf still feels incomplete after his husband's death. Walker has his fill of dominant male shifters so he moves into a new town, wanting a fresh start. There’s just one hitch in his plan. His infuriating, sexy-as-hell next door neighbor happens to be the Alpha of the West River pack. Walker can’t stop thinking about Butch, but would anyone want second-hand goods?
Alpha werewolf Butch has a problem—a gorgeous and tempting golden-haired, blue-eyed Omega named Walker. Butch never thought there was a submissive wolf capable of tying him down, but Walker proves him wrong on all accounts. An Alpha’s not willing to take no for an answer and Butch is not backing down. Walker will be his mate and it's time he show the Omega happily-ever-after is in the cards for both of them.
Be Warned: m/m sex
“No one ever called me that. Perfect,” Walker whispered. “What’s this, some kind of cruel game?”
“What the fuck? I don’t play games, little Omega. Never had the need to. I’m the kind of man who’s blunt and likes to get my hands dirty. Can’t you tell? I’m flirting with you.”
“Flirting with me?” Walker looked so stunned, as if he couldn’t comprehend why anyone would do that.
Butch took a chance. “Go out with me.”
The Omega looked baffled and pressed his lips together. “No.”
It was Butch’s turned to be surprised. No one had ever refused him before, and it was an odd feeling, rejection. His wolf blistered. There was no denying Walker felt the attraction between them, and he wasn’t about to back down now. “Why?”
“Because you’re an imposing stranger, and I’m not the least bit attracted to you.”
Oh, Butch was going to call Walker out on that little error. He stepped forward, and Walker took one back.
“That’s a lie. I can smell you, Omega. You have the hots for me, the same way I do for you.”
As if Walker knew Butch was checking out his hard-on, Walker cutely turned to one side.
“I’m not ready to date. Didn’t you hear what I said? My mate died.”
“You also said you didn’t love him. That’s why you’re still standing right now.”
Walker let out a breath. “You’ll find nothing but disappointment if you go out with me.”
“Let’s do a little experiment.”
“What kind?” Walker looked at him suspiciously.
“One kiss. If there’s zero chemistry between us, I’ll back off and never bother you again.” Butch wasn’t a gambler by nature. He was the kind of guy who second-guessed every decision, but he was beginning to think the fates had brought him to Walker.
“You promise?” Walker said. “You’ll really leave me alone?”
“Aw, baby. You haven’t even given me a chance and you want me gone?”
“Don’t call me ‘baby’.”
“I can call you whatever I want.”
“Making demands of me now?”
“Let’s just get this over with,” Walker muttered.
Butch would have been offended, would put a stop to this if it were any other guy, because he might be an Alpha but he never forced himself on the unwilling. However, he detected the faint hope in Walker’s voice. This Omega had walls that reached the sky, internal barriers designed to keep any man out, but he wasn’t just anyone.
Butch closed the distance between them, and this time, Walker didn’t flee.
“If there’s a spark between us, you’ll have to admit you’re wrong and you’ll go out with me,” he added.
“Wait a second—”
Butch didn’t let Walker finish. He clapped the back of Walker’s neck and slanted his lips over the Omega’s. Fiery explosion erupted between them, and Walker leaned closer, responding to the kiss. Butch sucked on Walker’s lower lip, nipping on his upper. When he prodded his tongue between Walker’s lips, the Omega opened up so he could deepen the kiss.
He felt Walker rubbing his body against his, and he moved his hand up Walker’s shirt, touching smooth, tempting skin that burned fever-hot.