Don rammed his cock into him
again.
“You like that, baby?” Don asked,
palming the reddened flesh.
“Yes. Hell yes. Fuck me harder,
Don. Faster,” Ricky moaned.
Don delivered another swat again,
and another. Each slap came harder and faster just as his cock slid smoothly
inside him. The intensity of the duel sensations of Don’s warm hand and his
steel-hard cock managed to rob Ricky of his awareness. His entire body hummed
and offered itself eagerly to the tune of Don’s thrusts and the loud smack of
his hand. Stings spread across his bottom, and pain mingled wonderfully with
pleasure.
“Touch yourself ,”
Don grunted.
Clutching one hand on the sheets,
Ricky lifted his other to fist his throbbing cock. It practically sighed in his
hand as he began to pump. The triple sensations swept every rational thought
away. In a few moments, he was close to coming and he had a feeling Don was
too.
“Fuck, can you feel that, baby? I’m
coming.” Don made one last deep thrust inside him until his balls were touching
Ricky’s marked skin, and then he erupted.
His warm sticky cum exploded inside
Ricky, and his own cock gave way. He
felt Don’s steady hands on his waist when he began to empty his cock. Need and
desire swept through him, making his entire body shake and shudder. His mate
let Ricky sag against him, the solid feel of him a wonder.
“Liked that, didn’t you?” Don asked
later when they were both snuggled in freshly changed sheets. Ricky felt his
hand linger on his aching behind.
“It was hot,” Ricky admitted,
closing his eyes when he felt Don’s lips against his neck. “I feel so spoiled.”
“You deserved to be spoiled, Ricky.
You’re my mate now and I if I want to spoil you rotten, I’ll do so.” Don
nuzzled his neck, sniffing at his scent. “In fact, I’m even going to make some
light and fluffy vegan pancakes for us tomorrow.”
“You will?” A sob nearly caught
itself in Ricky’s throat. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get used to being
with an overbearing, possessive, and wonderful mate. “How do you know vegan
recipes anyway?”
“From Jack, Derrick’s
mate. Derrick’s a diabetic, you know. Jack’s trying to convince him to
eat more veggies.” Don sounded distracted and Ricky could feel his wet tongue
on his neck. The other man firmly tightened his arms around his waist, as if he
was afraid Ricky could somehow slip away.
“When you said I should stay with
you while you waited for your Alpha’s verdict, I didn’t expect you’d keep me,”
Ricky pointed out.
“Hell I didn’t either, but I don’t
regret the decision one bit. Carlos said I can do what I want with you, so I
claimed you as my mate. Any complaints?” Don sounded
annoyed, so Ricky turned his head to kiss him on the lips.
“No complaints,” Ricky answered. He
buried his head contently at the hollow of the other man’s throat, feeling
satiated and happy.
Epilogue
The Alpha of the Starr Mountain pack
gritted his teeth when he heard the news. Some of the wolves he sent to Dark
Creek (the town near New Haven) to investigate came back with Clive’s badly
mangled and mutilated body. There was no mistaking how Clive died. He was
mauled and torn apart by the New Haven wolves like a prime piece of meat.
“Did you find the body of the Omega
trash?” Jax asked.
When his wolves gave each other
frightened and nervous looks, the knowledge of Ricky’s betrayal filled him and
coated his vision in white-hot fury. The growl he let out sent his weaker
wolves scrambling for cover. Jax’s skin rippled and his bones began to make
popping sounds to make way for his bellowing and enraged wolf.
His half-shifted claws caught one
of his small newly shifted brown beasts, and tossed it against the table. The
table shattered, the wolf whimpered, and rolled over on its back to bare its
neck and belly to him in pure submission. Reeling in his anger, Jax ignored
him.
He was Alpha to the most powerful
pack in the