Sugar-Free Beta (5 page)

“That’s not what I meant, hot shot,” Derrick
interrupted, a little ticked off.

“Hot shot?”
Jack snarled.

The
little wolf certainly has a bit of teeth to him.

“Yeah, why don’t you stay put and let me
explain?” At his patient tone, Jack sat back against his pillows, crossing his
arms against his bare chest. Derrick suddenly remembered the uneaten cupcake
still in his fridge and thought of spreading all that frosting on the Gamma’s
bronze chest.

“Sure. If you no longer look like you want to
eat me,” Jack snorted.

“Oh believe
me,
I’d
rather not eat you. You hardly have any meat on you,” Derrick sneered.

“Yeah?”

When did he ever miss the Gamma’s rebellious
streak? But Derrick found that he liked a little pertness to the sharp-tongued
Gamma. It was better at least, than an injured and frightened wolf.

“I’d rather fuck you.” The crass words were out
of Derrick’s mouth before he could stop himself. He’d expected Jack to look
disgusted, but the Gamma only turned a bright shade of red.

“Well, why don’t you? Big man like yourself,
heck a deadly, beautiful wolf like you, wouldn’t have any trouble taking a
little Gamma like me.”

Derrick was flabbergasted. It didn’t seem Jack
was lying. He might have delivered his little speech in a defiant and
challenging matter, but Derrick found it endearing. In fact, the little Gamma
sounded and looked so serious that Derrick wanted to grab his face and kiss him
again. This time though, there would be much more than kisses.

“What?” Jack finally asked at Derrick’s
silence, cheeks still red.

“You called my wolf beautiful.” Derrick
swallowed. “I don’t think it is. Flattery won’t get you anywhere, little wolf.
I’ve known for a long time that there’s nothing remotely special or interesting
about me.”

The Gamma did the worst thing Derrick could
imagine. He threw back his head and laughed a full-throated laugh. If Derrick
weren’t so ashamed or pissed he would have sealed those damned lips shut. When
Jack saw Derrick’s grim expression, he stopped.

“Wait … you can’t be serious?” The Gamma
sobered up. Derrick nearly winced when Jack reached out to touch the rough
bristles of his unshaven cheek.

“Let me prove it to you then, how I see you,”
Jack said, leaning forward until their noses were touching.
 
“Let me prove it to you that I’m worth
keeping.”

“Hold on a second, isn’t your foot injured? We
need to get that checked,” Derrick pointed out, hating
himself
for the interruption.

“It’s all healed up,” the Gamma insisted.
Derrick wasn’t sure why the little wolf looked so pissed when he demanded he
lie down so he could make sure the injury was indeed healing. Why the hell
wasn’t his leg wrapped in bandages? Derrick furrowed his brows and touched the
dried blood. Why wasn’t it bleeding?

“Are you always such a damn worrywart?” Jack
challenged when Derrick disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a
first-aid kit.

“Just shut up and let me examine the wound,”
Derrick demanded, sitting by the bed. It only got on his nerves the way Jack
looked smugly at him when he cleaned away the dried blood. The wound wasn’t
just healing. It was fully and completely healed. Only a shiny pink scar
remained.

“How’s this possible?” Derrick found himself
asking.

“Mate bonds work the same as pack magic,” Jack
explained, crossing his arms. “Satisfied?”

“I’ve heard of that, but I’ve never actually
seen it,” Derrick murmured.

“So can we continue, or do you have another
excuse?” Jack demanded.

Derrick had a mind to say something witty, but
the Gamma slid one hand at the back of Derrick’s neck and leaned forward to
kiss him again. His other hand rested on Derrick’s chest. Warmth exploded inside
Derrick’s mouth, making him pull Jack towards him. The Gamma didn’t protest. He
only leaned closer, his skin rubbing against him.

The need to touch his mate enveloped him. Their
bodies needed to touch and kiss, to caress and torment, and to know every
single inch of each other. It eluded Derrick suddenly, why he’d been such a
fool. How did he live this long, without knowing the touch of his fated mate?

Derrick could feel the Gamma’s wolf, contained
inside his lovely lean body. Jack’s wolf happily rubbed against his own wolf,
and the great red only rumbled its growing approval. The Gamma’s pert hands
wandered, tweaking one of his nipples until it was hard. Derrick moaned, but it
was silenced by Jack’s persistent mouth. Jack’s hand wandered with deliberate
slowness down his chest and his belly, until it curved around his growing
hardness.

Derrick dislodged his mouth to whisper, “You
horny little wolf.”

Jack didn’t answer him. The Gamma only pressed
his lips against his, his hand busy at work. Jack stroked, fondled, and
caressed his cock until it was nearly hard and ready.

“Wait.” Derrick gasped, tearing his mouth away.
“I don’t think—I said wait, damn it.”

This time, he took both the Gamma’s wrists in
both his large hands. Jack rewarded him with wide and surprised eyes, and
Derrick let him go. A hint of fear still lingered there, and Derrick realized
they should take things slow despite Jack’s mouthy attitude. One thing was
certain though. He didn’t regret tearing that black bastard Alpha’s throat last
night. Derrick just wished he made the black bastard suffer even longer.

“Wait, I need to get the lube.” His quiet words
seemed to calm the other man.

Derrick clumsily fumbled for the lube inside
his messy drawer, gritting his teeth at his aching cock. When he finally found
it, he half-expected the Gamma to have bolted out the door and out of his life.
He wouldn’t have been surprised. It wasn’t the first time a submissive wolf had
run away from him.
Finally having second
thoughts perhaps?

Instead, Jack had positioned himself at the
edge of the bed, legs spread, a wicked smile plastered on his face. There was
no hesitation. His lips only grew wider when Derrick loomed over him and began
to uncap the lube.

“Come on,” the Gamma even whispered, his voice
full of need.

Derrick leaned forward and began to spread the
lube around the rim of Jack’s ass. When the Gamma began to squirm and groan at
his circling fingers, all nervousness fled him. Derrick placed a heavy, but
gentle paw against Jack’s thigh to keep him steady.

His cock was growing harder than ever, and it
didn’t help that Jack kept saying, “Please. Please.”

“I think you’re finally ready, little wolf,”
Derrick decided.

Beneath him, Jack scowled up at him at the
nickname. Derrick only smiled and continued rubbing the sensitive line of
loosening flesh. The Gamma’s head fell back with a sigh. Jack was breathing
deeply, but not in fear. A delicious thrill knifed through Derrick. He could
feel every inch of Jack’s eager skin quivering under his hands.

“I’ve been more than ready since the beginning,
you big bastard,” Jack muttered.

He said no more when Derrick parted his legs.
Derrick’s tip went in Jack’s ass. He tried to control himself when Jack let out
another needy moan. Breathing hard himself, Derrick began to slowly ease
himself inside his mate. There was no resistance. His finger had already
softened up and readied his mate for his access.

“Faster. Harder,” Jack moaned when Derrick was
nearly hilt deep into him. Derrick was, of course, only happy to comply. He
trusted that Jack knew what he wanted and was certain that the Gamma could take
him.

Gripping Jack’s legs firmly, he began to ride
the Gamma. Encouraged by Jack’s squirming and groans of pleasure, Derrick began
increasing his rhythm and pace. It felt like something simply clicked into
place as Derrick pounded into his willing mate. This was perfect. They were
like a damn perfect puzzle. Why the hell had they waited so long?

A groan finally came from Derrick’s own lips,
and he knew he wasn’t going to hold out for long.

“I’m coming,” Derrick grunted with obvious
strain, but Jack didn’t pull away. He made one last deep sound of satisfaction
and began to empty himself into the Gamma. Derrick caught the lazy smile that
slowly began to spread on Jack’s face.
Smug
little wolf. I should fuck you more often.

“You should,” Jack agreed.

Derrick didn’t realize he’d spoken out loud. It
was too late to take back the words, and besides, he didn’t want to take them
back because he planned on doing just that. He wanted to see Jack squirm and
groan beneath him again. Perhaps even turn Jack over so he could grip the
Gamma’s ass cheeks as he fucked him.

It was too soon though, and he didn’t want to
rush the other man. For now, Derrick collapsed next to his mate, spent and
content.

“There are tissues by the drawer. I’ll get them
to you in a sec,” Derrick murmured, surprised when Jack rolled with a
predator’s grace on top of him. The press of his skin felt warm and wonderful.

“You think we’re done, don’t you?” the Gamma challenged.

“Well…” Derrick hesitated, but Jack was no
longer listening. He had gracefully slithered down him. Before Derrick could
wonder what the hell he was doing, he felt warm lips close itself on his cock.

“Oh,” was the only word he’d said before a pleased
moan rumbled out of him.

Jack certainly knew what he was doing. He
started licking and playing with Derrick’s balls, taking them carefully in his
mouth and occasionally setting in the right amount of teeth. By the time he
moved to Derrick’s cock, Derrick was once again erect and hard. Damn the
talented little Gamma.

Jack took his time, alternating between long
and lazy strokes with his tongue as if he wanted to torment Derrick as much as
possible. Derrick made a grab for his hair to indicate his impatience since he
was no longer capable of forming words, but Jack now had his mouth around his
cock once again. The sight of the Gamma taking him whole was sure something.
Derrick caught Jack’s bright and gleeful eyes. The little wolf seemed delighted
by his expression.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he was hard
and filled to the bursting point. Derrick gripped Jack’s shaggy mane of hair to
pull him away and tell him he was coming, but the Gamma stubbornly stayed.

Jack impressively swallowed all his cum, not
spilling a single drop. The sight of the lean and slender man’s concentrated
face was too much for the Beta to take. Hell, the subordinate wolf was
completely serious about proving his worth and staying with him.

Subordinate
my ass. The little wolf clearly has a sharp and cheeky mouth. A mouth I love as
much I love every single part of him. I don’t want anything of him to change.

“What?” Jack asked, sliding beside him on the
bed.

“I was thinking that I don’t want to change
anything about you,” Derrick said, pleased when a blush crept over the other
man’s cheeks.

“Nicky—the Alpha you killed last night, wanted
to control my life,” Jack didn’t meet his eyes. “He wanted me to be someone
else.
Something else.
For a long
time I almost believed I was nothing but another man’s plaything.”

Derrick placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not
Nicky
.”

The Gamma sniffed indignantly at that. “I know
that. So, does this mean you’re keeping me?”

“Sure.
If you don’t mind
living here with me in this crappy apartment.”
Derrick gestured to his
room. “Just so you know, almost every single thing breaks now and then, and the
water heater never works.”

“I don’t care about your apartment.” Jack
rested his head on Derrick’s chest. The Gamma gave a sound of contentment when
Derrick began to stroke his sweat soaked hair.

“Well, maybe we can do a little redecorating.
Maybe get a smaller bed,” Jack decided.

“A smaller bed?”
Derrick raised his brows at his mate. “Have
you looked at me recently?”

“Well, this bed is too big. How will I be able
to cuddle closely and comfortably against you?”

That left Derrick stunned. The Gamma slipped
away from his arm and began to pull on his jeans. The thought that he was
leaving entered Derrick’s mind. Was Jack just playing a cruel game with him?
Perhaps he just said those things to make him happy because he owed Derrick his
life. The Gamma only gave him an odd look.

“I’m hungry, and you must be hungry from using
up all your energy healing my leg. I can make a mean ham omelet.” The Gamma
gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.

Derrick closed his eyes and leaned back against
the pillows when he heard Jack walking about his kitchen.
He sure makes one hell of a noise for a small wolf.
His sensitive
ears picked out the sound of cabinets being slammed shut and of things being
thrown around.

“Hell, Derrick. You’re a damn big and powerful
werewolf, and big wolves need to eat. Where the hell do you keep your meat? All
I see are sweets,” bellowed Jack from the kitchen.