“Fuuuuck, that’s right.”
“That’s why Wallace and Soliz love working for him part-time. They spend a chunk of their shifts getting railed over Davis’ desk. Everyone’s a winner.”
“He does have a nice cock.” Shawn grins. “I remember the first time he fucked me at initiation I saw stars.”
I laugh and pull him in for a kiss. “He had you speaking in tongues, baby. Lucky I pinged on you as my mate when I first laid eyes on you or you’d be getting spit-roasted by him and Chaz every night.”
“There are worse fates,” Shawn teases back. “Seems I remember you looking a little possessive when Chaz and Davis took turns with me.”
“A little?” I snort. “Why do you think I fucked Davis while he was fucking you the third time? He might be Chaz’s mate but I reminded him who’s Alpha in this pack.”
“He does have a fuckable ass,” Shawn said.
“Yeah, he does.” I also remember Shawn took a turn fucking Davis, while Chaz had Davis fluffing his cock, and I took that opportunity to put another load in Shawn’s ass.
We both sigh. “That was a fun night,” Shawn said. He tips his head back and looks me in the eyes. “You’re going to fuck me while I fuck him for the first time, aren’t you?”
“The new pup?”
“If he joins.”
I grin. “Of course I will, baby.” I nuzzle his nose. “Always going to remind you who your Alpha is.” I slide a hand between his thighs and squeeze, finding his erection already pressing against his jeans. “You get too cocky with me and you’ll find yourself wearing a chastity cage. Add one of those locking butt plugs, so all you can do is give blow jobs until you beg me nice enough.”
From how he squirms I know my omega coyote mate will be so horny by the time we finish this unexpected errand that he’ll forgive me for postponing date night.
If Todd can play with him tonight, that is. Otherwise, Shawn might still curse my name.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll behave.”
“You’d better.” I grab him by the throat and kiss him. “Because if you don’t, I won’t let Todd play with you.”
He whimpers, making my cock throb. “I’ll be good, sir,” he whispers.
Anyone who doesn’t know my mate’s an omega would never suspect he has this side. To anyone else, especially to humans, Shawn appears as big and tough as any other guy.
Only I get the soft, gooey side of him, and that’s just the way I love him.
Besides, it’s hot as hell watching Todd play with him. That elk is something else.
And he’s cunningly evil with a milking machine.
Fortunately for Shawn and the new mystery pup, Todd’s not only available tonight, but he also has room to take on a farmhand, as well as an extra room where the kid can stay.
I drive us out to the remote meeting place we use for these interviews. It’s on a remote wooded property the pack owns.
Davis has been the first contact dozens of times, mostly because of his store’s location. He’s yet to be wrong when he reports a favorable first impression.
It’s rare someone who leaves him with an unfavorable impression gets as far as meeting me. The few times that’s happened, I concurred and we moved them along elsewhere.
While it’s muggy thanks to the earlier afternoon downpour, there’s enough of a breeze that it’s cooled off in these thick woods, and it smells beautiful. I wish we had time to shift and run for a while tonight.
Except I’m certain Shawn wouldn’t be on board with that. Now that he knows we’re going to Todd’s—and I didn’t tell him more than that—I’m certain he’s hopeful he’ll get a little playtime with the elk shifter.
When Davis arrives, I watch the kid climb out and look around. He’s practically a twink but Davis has already ascertained the pup is over 21. Three times in the last twenty years that I’ve been the pack Alpha, we’ve had literal kids show up. One had just turned 17, one was 14, and one was 15. Obviously, they didn’t get initiated the way adults do. They first lived with packmates to attend school.
The deal offered to them was they had to live under their host family’s rules and meet with me regularly to go over their schoolwork and other mundane issues. The Pack picked up the expenses. Then they had to attend some sort of secondary school—trade school, community college, state college, didn’t matter what—on the pack’s dime. Once they graduated, they sat down with me and the other Alphas for a discussion.
Because they weren’t born into the pack they needed to undergo initiation, but obviously not with anyone from their host families. Or, they could join one of the affiliated packs, where they hadn’t grown up, and then return after at least a year and go through a truncated initiation process.
