Maude’s Steakhouse was the local spot for the shifter community, it having the best steaks in three counties. The men sat quietly talking, having coffee and waiting. Garrett and Mason watched as a stranger walked in.
He was a small, dark-haired man, of about five foot eight. The handsome guy wore a sensible, white button-down shirt and a pair of well-worn boots. He also had on a pair of designer jeans that lovingly caressed the sweetest little ass Garrett had ever seen. “Stop drooling, man,” Mason chuckled, teasing Garrett.
“Stop drooling at what?” Talon inquired, looking around, finding it suddenly difficult to breathe. His wolf called to him at that moment. Whispering a word he’d never expected to hear, Talon immediately went into denial. “Mate.” The voice called to him. His wolf may have been overjoyed, but Talon had other plans for his life and they didn’t include this little man. Even if he was gorgeous.
Thinking out loud, the alpha said, “Damn, would you look at that? Mmm, I just might have to tap that ass.” Talon groaned, wanting the gorgeous brunette, even as he heard a low growl next to him. “What’s your problem?”
“Nothing,” Garrett mumbled. Garrett didn’t like Talon speaking of the little one that way. Not knowing why, he found himself extremely attracted to the beauty. If he didn’t know better…
This was the man they’d all thought would be an old geezer? He made Talon’s blood run hot. His cock stood up and begged for an up-close-and-personal introduction. His wolf did say this was his mate, so why not? JoAnn would never have to know. Besides, there wasn’t any way this could be his mate. He’d already been through that once, and wanted no part of the whole mating thing. It hurt too badly the first time.
The man spoke to the waitress, who led him to their table. The alphas rose, introducing themselves. Finally everyone sat down. Talon looked at Garrett, then back at a pair of intelligent, sea-green eyes that took in everything around them. .
After their waitress brought coffee and walked away, Troi took a sip, listening politely while Mason explained their situation. He made a very generous offer on the place then waited for a response.
“May I have a moment, gentlemen?” Troi asked respectfully.
“Of course,” Mason responded for the group.
With everyone quietly talking, waiting for his verdict, Beau Edwards, first beta for the Morgan River Pack, watched Mr. Stone, or Troi, as he had asked to be called. There was something about the man. It was obvious he wasn’t human, but the wolf had no idea what he was. His scent was subtle, muted to the point he couldn’t catch a read on it, and Beau had the best nose in the five packs. What he did scent was ocean sea breeze, an evening campfire, and masculine hotness.
Troi wasn’t what society would classify as beautiful, but he had unique features that made him stand out. Wide-spaced, almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones drew attention. Add in lush lips that gave the impression they could suck a man dry in nothing flat, and he was guaranteed to attract the coldest of men.
Heat washed over him, making his dick twitch, as he tried desperately to calm himself. Troi may not be the one for him, but Beau was alive for god’s sake.
He wasn’t the only one in the room having erotic thoughts. The scent of arousal lay heavy in the air, coming from several different sources.
Finally, Troi sat his cup down, looking around at all the men.
“While I can appreciate your position on the matter, I must decline your more than generous offer, gentlemen. I hope this doesn’t cause any rancor between us, but I’m keeping the property. However, you’ll have no problems with me. I assure you I’m capable of providing my own security. Thank you for the coffee. It was good to meet you all. Good day.”
With that, he arose and confidently strolled out of the restaurant, leaving five alphas looking at each other, stunned. No one denied an alpha what they wanted, let alone five of them. It was unheard of. Had they really just been dismissed?
Troi climbed into his Range Rover and drove away, still in shock. Was that humongous, scowling man really his mate? Oh, gods. The man had been introduced as Talon Starr, alpha of the Double Eagle pack. The entire time they’d sat at the table talking, the man either leered at Troi or looked at him with disgust. What was up with that? One way or the other, he was sure he’d find out eventually.
“Shit, now what?” Garrett said, staring sullenly at Talon.
“Well, there’s more than one way to skin a cat, now isn’t there?”
“What’s going on in that head of yours, my friend?” Rolling his eyes, Mason grinned at Talon, then at the other men. “No, wait. I don’t want to know.”
“What’re you wanting baby?” The alpha asked, while chewing on his mate’s neck.
“Don’t make me beg. Oh, forget that. Please? Please? Please already?”
Garrett laughed, climbing out of bed and taking his pants off, dropping them on the floor. Slowly pulling the sheet off his mate’s body, he got back in bed. Oh my gods. Even with his still slightly swollen tummy, Troi was perfection. He inhaled his man’s scent deeply when he stuck his face in Troi’s hair, just staying there, enjoying the silky strands. He wondered if Troi would let him brush his hair. The big man had no idea how long it was, as he always kept it in a single, thick braid that went to his waist.
Going in for one of those scorching kisses, Garrett sucked on his mate’s tongue, while he slid his hand around his cock. Pumping and twisting his hand around the solid shaft, he made Troi jerk.
They both groaned loudly when Garrett thrust into his mate, balls deep. No foreplay this time, they were both needing badly. His small man was so tight, he didn’t know if he’d hurt Troi or himself, but he wasn’t about to stop. His rhythm was slow and easy, but deep, and Troi moaned and whimpered.
It may not have been manly, but right then, Troi couldn’t have cared less. This was Garrett, his mate. He was safe in this man’s arms, and so could be himself. The man dominated him with a look, and as much as Troi liked his independence, he loved it when the wolf manhandled him.
He was the only one who could. When he held him down, took him, mauled him, it eased something in Troi’s soul. Garrett had picked up his pace, now slamming into him, making him cry out. Never did he want this to end. He belonged to this beautiful man. It was as simple as that.
Garrett hammered his small mate, giving him and his wolf what they needed. This man, his body, his love, was all he needed. If Troi ever found out how much power he had over the alpha, he’d be done for.
Grimacing, his jaws clenched and flexed with effort, as he pounded his man with a strength and speed no human could match. He raised up, throwing his head back, and howled. Oh gods, yes, this is what he wanted.
The tingling was pulsing down his spine and when it reached his balls, he erupted, shouting his release. His little man was right behind him, screaming his name, making Garrett feel powerful and virile.
They lay a moment, dragging in breaths and jerking with the spasms of aftershocks.
Troi looked up at his mate with love in those sated, heavy eyes. Gods, he was gorgeous.
The big man rose and Troi watched his fine, thickly muscled ass stroll to the bathroom.
“Are you looking at my ass?” Garrett asked, chuckling.
“Of course, it’s a nice ass.”
The big alpha walked to his mate, sitting on the bed beside him. Cleaning his man with a warm cloth, Garrett made Troi groan in appreciation.
“That’s so nice, thank you.”
“My pleasure, sweetheart.” Garrett leaned down, giving Troi a kiss so carnal, it made him sigh, a loud noise full of need. Caught off guard, the feel of his lover’s hot, wet, slightly rough tongue turned him on again, igniting a fire of ecstasy. Troi loved the way Garrett kissed him, the way he took control and held him the way he wanted him.
Garrett picked Troi up, taking him to the wall, letting his feet touch the floor.
“What’s this?” Troi smiled.
“This is one of my fantasies with you. I had lots of time to think of all kinds, while I waited for you.”
“I’m sorry.” Troi’s brows drew together, and his head lowered.
“Don’t do that. It’s you and me now. That’s all that counts,” Garrett ordered.
Troi didn’t speak, just nodded.
The wolf turned his lover toward the wall. Not saying a word, he picked him up by the waist, holding on with one arm, the other reaching around and playing with his bottom nipple. Troi squirmed as the big man mauled his neck, and when his thick cock nudged his opening, the merman lost it.
“Do it, Garrett, do it. Do it now, please. Please, I need, gotta have you. Now!”
Garrett lunged and seated himself with one thrust, making Troi scream.
He slammed into his mate from the very beginning, and all Troi could do was hang on for the ride of his life. His man fucked him with such fervor and passion, it made him dizzy. In, out, in, out, they both worked up a fine sheen of sweat, with Troi panting hard, his eyes half open. His mind had shut down completely and only the sensation of his man’s touch penetrated his mind. Suddenly, Garrett stopped.
“What? Wha—? Don’t stop, what’re you doing?” Troi demanded. “More, I need more. Not for you stop.” He eyes flicked around, panicking.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. I have to taste you first.”
Garrett couldn’t hold back. He needed to taste his man like never before. Pulling out and quickly turning Troi, he fell to his knees and swooped down to take his man’s cock to the back of his throat.
“Ooohh, gods, that’s good. Oh yeah.” Troi panted, his head thrown back, lost in his excitement.