When No Doesn't Cut It (11 page)

Chapter Fourteen

Their coming together was explosive.  Damien didn’t kiss Scott; he consumed him.  Lips, teeth and tongues
, flying over each other in a drive to get closer, to feel more, to just have more. His hands heavy and firm, Damien felt frustration at Scott’s clothes and ripped them from his mate’s body, exposing the skin that Damien just had to touch. 

Leaving Scott’s lips swollen and bruised
, Damien bit and licked his way down Scott’s muscled torso, placing his marks in as many places as he could reach; Scott’s hands tangled in his hair.  His wolf riding close to the surface, Damien had never felt such an overpowering need - a need to be closer, to be one with his mate.  By the time he had reached Scott’s cock, dripping with pre-come, Damien didn’t hesitate, taking the length down his throat in one quick move, before applying suction upwards, so that his tongue could lap at the juices pouring from Scott’s slit.  Damien moaned at the taste but still he needed more.

“Damien
,” Scott gasped.  Damien looked up at his mate, the man’s cock still lodged firmly in his mouth. Fuck, he tasted delicious.  Scott’s face was flushed, his lips swollen, his nostrils flared and his eyes wild with lust. 

“I need you mate, inside me now,” Scott begged. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Damien sucked himself off of Scott’s cock and leaned over to find the lube in his drawer.  Bending back down, he took Scott in his mouth again as he quickly lubed up his fingers and reached down, seeking Scott’s hole.  Moaning beneath him, Scott pushed his legs further apart giving Damien more access, and then let out a long groan as Damien’s fingers found their mark. 

Flush with his own need, Damien pushed a finger forcefully through the tight muscles surrounding Scott’s entrance
, moaning around Scott’s cock at the heat and the tightness. It was going to feel incredible around his cock - he just knew it.  He felt Scott still for a moment as he got used to the invasion and then his mate was pushing down on Damien’s finger and begging for more.  Damien added another finger, and then a third, scissoring and wriggling around inside of his mate, seeking the button of pleasure he knew was there.  Scott writhed and pushed against him, fucking his fingers and still begging for more.

Letting Scott’s cock drop from his mouth with one last lick, Damien scrabbled with his
pants, impatiently ripping them off.  He lubed up his cock and lined himself up, looking at his mate as he did so.

“You ready mate?” Damien growled.

“Get inside me!” Scott growled back, his own wolf flashing behind his eyes.

Damien pushed, hard. As he felt his cock breach Scott’s tight muscles, he groaned long and low as an intense feeling of heat enveloped him in a way he had never felt before.  His dick had been in a thousand holes but nothi
ng had ever felt like this.  Hot. Tight. Right. Flexing his powerful muscles, Damien drove himself deep into his mate until his balls finally rested against Scott’s ass.  Only then did he stop for a moment to give Scott a chance to breath.

Scott looked up at him.  So ready, so fucking beautiful in his passion.  “Move mate,” he rumbled from deep in his chest and as Damien pulled almost all of the way out and pushed back in again in a hard thrust, Damien could
finally feel his mate in his mind.  He was swamped with all of Scott’s need and want in that moment and his control shattered completely.

Gripping Scott’s hips in a vice like hold
, Damien pummeled into him again and again, meeting the desire that Scott projected into his brain.  Damien had never felt anything so powerful, consuming, necessary.  He needed Scott more than he needed to breathe.  The connection was more than one man balls deep in another.  It was primal, animalistic and beautiful all at the same time and as Damien kept up his punishing thrusts, he could feel the answering feelings in his mate.

With Scott
gripping his biceps in strong hands, pushing up to meet every thrust, Damien knew he wouldn’t last - he couldn’t.  Already the promise of his climax was working through his body but Damien refused to come before his mate. He could feel that Scott was close, could feel the man’s own need building in his mind, so he angled his cock slightly and started grazing Scott’s prostate with every thrust.  When Scott’s need met breaking point Damien leant over his mate’s chest and bit down hard on their mating mark, tipping Scott over the edge.  Scott howled beneath him and the combination of blood on his tongue, the smell of his mate’s come as it pulsed from the man in thick ropey strands over his chest, and the flex of Scott’s muscles against his rock hard cock, pulled Damien’s own release from him.  With a roar of relief Damien came, pushing deep inside Scott - filling him, marking him and claiming him fully as his mate.

Damien flopped fully over Scott’s body, supporting himself on his elbows so he didn’t squash the man, softly kissing Scott’s sweaty forehead, nose and eyelids.  “My mate,” he crooned, “mine.”

Scott opened his eyes and smiled at him lazily.  “Yours,” he agreed. “As you are mine.”

“I’m yours,” Damien said softly before he lightly licked over Scott’s lips.  Taking the initiative
, Scott ran his hands through Damien’s long hair and kissed Damien back, just as softly, with lips full of promise.  The two men lazily explored each other’s mouths, nibbling and licking, until Damien felt his cock start to harden again, still buried deep inside his mate.  

Moaning, Damien
eased his tongue into Scott’s mouth as he flexed his cock inside the man.  But this time there was no pounding, at least not at first.  Damien gave himself over to the sensation of gently pulling out and then slowly thrusting back into Scott.  He could feel Scott’s muscles ripple against his cock, teasing him and welcoming him all in one go, as Scott’s hands roamed over Damien’s chest, his back and his arms.  Damien idly wondered when was the last time he had allowed himself to be caressed in this way, and then quickly dismissed the thought.  The fact that Scott seemed to love to touch him was a bonus he wasn’t going to analyze in too much depth.

Scott’s mind being open to him gave Damien a sense of deeper intimacy
, which might be considered ironic given that he was still buried deep inside his mate.  Scot wasn’t thinking anything specific.  He seemed to enjoy the sensations of touch.  The smoothness of Damien’s skin under his fingers, the slow languid slide of Damien’s cock deep inside his ass, and the gentle merging of their mouths.  Damien himself was focused on the sensations around his cock - his sex acts were usually cock-based and involved him getting off as quickly as possible. 

This was totally different though
and following his mate’s example, Damien started to explore with his mouth.  His lips followed the stubble on Scott’s jaw line.  He ran his tongue up the side of Scott’s neck and moaned at the exquisite flavors that burst over his tongue. Nibbling at the juncture between neck and shoulder, Damien breathed in Scott’s unique smell and found himself wanting to roll in it.  No wolf could ever get enough of the smell of his mate and Damien was no exception.

Pushing himself up to support his body weight with his hands, Damien’s hips sped up a little faster as he nibbled down Scott’s well-marked chest
, latching onto first one hard brown nipple and then the other.  He loved how Scott arched into his mouth, and when he gently grazed his teeth over one hardened nub, Scott’s hips thrust up hard against Damien, causing him to push back harder still.

“Fuck Damien,”
Scott moaned. “You’re driving me crazy here.”

“That was my intention,” Damien said with a wicked smile on his face.  He continued to suck and bite on Scott’s nipples as Scott started to thrust up harder against him, his cock leaking against Damien’s abdomen.  The need between the two men grew stronger and Damien picked up the pace, driving into Scott with
a force that Scott met with enthusiasm.

Pulling his knees up underneath him, Damien raised himself up and grabbed hold of Scott with both arms
, pulling him up close to his chest.  At this angle, Damien’s cock was pushed deeper into his mate, and Scott moaned as he wrapped his arms around Damien’s neck, his own cock trapped between them.  Scott writhed his hips in movements that would be envied by strippers anywhere, grinding down on Damien’s cock every time the man thrust into him. Groaning at the sensation, Damien felt his orgasm start to build.

“So deep,” Scott whispered, “So fucking full.”

“You feel me mate?” Damien growled.

“Fuck yes,” Scott moaned, clasping his legs firmly around Damien’s waist and pushing Damien so deep that the man had trouble maintaining his rhythm.
Loving the wanton sensuality of the man in his arms, Damien gripped Scott’s hips and started to move Scott up and down his shaft.  Scott’s cock provided enough lubrication so that it slid easily over the solid muscles of Damien’s abdomen muscles and through the mind link Damien could tell the friction was driving his mate to the point of no return.

“Close, Damien,” Scott gasped out in warning. “So close…I’m…” and
suddenly Damien felt Scott’s come coating his stomach.  With one last thrust Damien felt his balls tighten and then he spilled into his mate, moaning his satisfaction.  Scott laid his head on Damien’s shoulder and hummed his contentment. Wrapping his arms around Scott’s back, Damien allowed himself to enjoy the moment of closeness. It wasn’t something he ever usually did, but it really felt that good.

When Damien felt himself soften he gently lifted Scott up and laid him down on the bed.  Easing out his knees that had locked up under his weight, Damien crawled off the bed and padded into the bathroom.  Cleaning himself up, he took a soft warm wash rag back into the bedroom and gently wiped Scott clean.  At the sight of his come dripping out of Scott’s
ass, Damien felt himself harden again, but he pushed those thoughts down. 

Scott was almost asleep and Damien felt his heart warm up at the sight of his muscular mate so sleepy and content.  He had done that.  He had bought this man so much pleasure and Damien felt a huge surge of pride fill his system.  Given that he rarely cared about the pleasure of others and previously had simply looked to get his own needs met, these sensations were all new for Damien, but he found that he liked them.  He liked them a lot.   Wrapping Scott up in his arms and placing Scott’s head on his chest, Damien fell into a contented sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

Scott woke up alone and for a moment contented himself with stretching.  Noting the ache in his ass, he ran his hands over the sheets beside them.  Their coolness alerted him to the fact that his mate had been out of bed for some time and he sat up to look at the clock that was sitting on a huge dresser across from the bed.  7.46 am.  Hmm, considering Damien wasn’t supposed to be in the office until 11 o’clock, Scott was a little surprised that the man wasn’t in bed with him.  He knew when Kane and Shawn had first mated, or Griff and Diablo for that matter, neither couple was in a hurry to get out of bed at all.

Lying back down
, Scott allowed his mind to open so he could sense his mate.  The man wasn’t in the apartment.  Damien’s head was full of…bar orders for the club and staff rosters.  Staff rosters!  He must be in his office.  Scott immediately slammed up the shutters in his own mind as he fumed. He didn’t want to alert his mate that he was pissed off with him right now. In Scott’s opinion last night had been the best sex of his life and he was keen for a repeat when he woke up.  But it seems it wasn’t that spectacular for his mate.  Oh no.  Apparently fucking orders and rosters were more important than being with his mate the first morning Scott spent in his new home. 

Furious, Scott tried to examine his feelings objectively.  Okay he knew that a total love match with Damien was unlikely.  The man obviously wasn’t wired that way.
  But fuck it all, Scott could not stop the deep pang of hurt that zinged through his heart like a missile.  He was in a strange apartment, in a new pack, living in a town he knew nothing about and everything he loved was miles away.  Deep inside Scott knew he wanted to love Damien.  He knew with shifters that feeling didn’t take long to develop.  Animals were passionate and not bogged down with relationship concerns that humans struggled with. Love, passion and possessiveness were all, well expected in a shifter mating. Unfortunately, he had to get to know the man first.

But even if Scott could get past the fact that Damien might never love him, and he wasn’t sure he could but he decided to dwell on that problem another day, Damien should have still wanted to be with him.  Thinking of all of the mated couples that he knew, the ones at Cloverleah and the family units from his original home pack, Scott knew that mates did not like to be apart.  Shit
, Kane had Shawn working with him in the workshop, and Griff left off working with Kane so that he could help Diablo set up his business. A business they were going to run together.  Scott’s parents worked together, and in his extended family the mated pairs always found ways to be close to each other through the day.  Damien leaving before Scott had even woken up did not auger well for their relationship at all.

Well
, the one thing he wasn’t going to do was give his mate the satisfaction of thinking that he had pissed him off, or that he was hurting.  Leaping out of bed, Scott found the bathroom and quickly peed and washed himself.  Going back into the bedroom, he found his bags had been unpacked and he had to search through a few dresser drawers before he could find his clothes.  Damien must have minions taking care of this type of thing, he thought idly.

Pulling on a tight pair of jeans, his biker boots and a muscle shirt, Scott went through to the
lounge where he found his leather jacket.  Rooting through his pockets, he quickly found his wallet and his cell phone.  Great he had cash.  He knew he was going to have to sort out transferring his bank account at some stage but for now he just needed enough money on him to eat.  Now where to go for food?  His car and bike wouldn’t arrive for another week and Scott was dammed if he was going to ask Damien for the use of a vehicle.  So wherever he was going to eat would have to be within walking distance of the club.

Pulling out his phone, Scott typed in the name of club into Google maps to work out where he was.  Damien’s.  How apt that the man name
d the club after himself.  Google Maps bought up the club and surrounding area and Scott used the web service to show local coffee shops in the area.  From the information that came up, it seemed there were at least four grouped together in a block of shops that appeared to be about six blocks from the club.  Walking distance then.  Perfect.  Hopefully at least one of them would be open for the breakfast trade.

Heading out of the apartment, Scott slipped quietly down the stairs and using the side entrance he had noted the day before, he exited the club.  The door led out to an alley that seemed clean
, and still firmly holding his phone, Scott headed to the road side getting his first view of the outside of Damien’s club.  The building was huge and all black with a covered double door entrance way that Scott guessed would be manned by bouncers when the club was open.  

Realizing that he actually had no way of getting back into the building as he had no keys and the door he had come through had latched behind him, Scott hoped that the club was open by lunchtime at least.  A quick check on Google confirmed that indeed it opened at 11 am, which suited Scott perfectly.  He could use his time to get to know what types of businesses were in the area
, and head back to the office in time to meet up with Phillip.  And if Damien was worried about him well it served the damn man right.  Not that Scott thought it would be likely.  From the brief glimpse he had got of his mate’s thought patterns earlier that morning, the man was totally absorbed in his work and his precious club.

Warning himself not to get upset about it any further, Scott started walking.  There were no businesses on either side of Damien’s club
, although across the road there was a tattoo parlor, a launderette and what looked to be a large shop selling knock-off’s of brand name clothing.  Okay, so the club wasn’t in the best part of town.  But as Scott walked closer to where his phone had assured him he could get coffee, he could see other businesses starting to open.  Book shops, boutique clothing shops, stores selling electrical goods, a couple of banks and office blocks and even some novelty stores.

The area was quite busy given that it was only just after eight in the morning.  Scott couldn’t smell any wolves but the
people all seemed to be indicative of any middle-class American business area.  There wasn’t any litter on the ground, or graffiti on the buildings.  It seemed…safe.  For one long minute Scott missed the easy camaraderie of Cloverleah. 

Cloverleah was a small town and most of the residents knew each other at least to say “hello” too.  Given that Custom Rides, Kane’s business and Scott’s last place of work, had been right in the heart of the town, Scott was a well-known face in the area. Sighing heavily
, Scott put away thoughts of the great breakfast he could be having at Kathy’s Diner right now and focused instead on what was available in his new home.

According to his phone
, all four of the eateries it had identified were all within the next block.  Putting his phone away, Scott discretely sniffed the air as he kept walking.  Nothing could scent out good food like a wolf’s nose.   He walked past the first two places he came too.  The coffee smelt burnt and the décor of the places were too fancy for his tastes.  But wait.  What was that he could smell?  Pancakes.  Bacon.  Coffee.  Scott’s stomach growled and he realized he hadn’t eaten at all since he had left home the day before. 

Following the smell, Scott turned into a short alleyway and found himself in front of a small café.  The sign read “Pat and John’s Diner.”  Scott shook his head because that one hadn’t come up on the Google Map search
, but then the place itself was really small. Through the window he could see three booths and about six tables in an open area.  The food counter looked clean and better yet the place was open for business.  Trusting his luck, Scott opened the door and headed inside.

Striding up to the counter
, Scott plastered a smile on his face.  The man behind the counter was about his age, pleasant enough to look at and if the man’s answering smile was anything to go on, either really friendly, or happy to see Scott.

“Hi there,” the man said pleasantly.  “Haven’t seen you in here before.  What can I get you?”

“Hi” said Scott, looking up at the menu board above the man’s head.  “Yes, I have just moved into the area.  Can I have a double order of your pancakes, extra bacon and…yes you do have it…one of your bottomless coffees please.”  He looked at the man again who was ringing up Scott’s order on an old manual till.   Handing over his money, the man touched Scott’s hand as he took the cash, something that Scott was sure he had done deliberately.

Handing back his change, the man said, “
There you go.  If you take a seat I will bring this out to you when it is ready.  I’m Brad by the way.”

“Brad, right. I’m Scott,” Scott offered
, as he turned away heading over to one of the booths on the side of the room.  Within a minute of being seated Brad had come over with a large mug and a full pot of coffee which he proceeded to pour for Scott at the table.  Scott smiled at him but didn’t try and engage him in conversation and thankfully two more customers came in forcing Brad back to the counter. 

Yes, he admitted to himself, before his mating, Scott probably would have
flirted with the young man.  Hell, he probably would have bedded him if he’d had the chance.  But now he was mated, even if his mate was too busy to spend time with him, Scott wasn’t going to lead anyone on.  Scott had no idea how a business like Damien’s was thought about in this part of town, and quite frankly he didn’t know what he would say if anyone actually did approach him, even just to be friends. He lived at the club and he didn’t have a job, so he wasn’t sure just how much he could share with any new person he met.

Crap, thought Scott, this is all so complicated.  He had gone from his home pack to Kane’s.  He had nearly always had his brother with him and other pack members as friends.  Scott wasn’t sure he was going to be able to make friends in Damien’s pack
, given how he was Alpha Mate.  There was Lucius and Vincent, of course, but he didn’t have their contact details.  Thinking about them Scott pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his brother.

Hey bro, how you doing?

Troy’s response came seconds later.

All good here, what
you up to?

Sitting in a coffee shop waiting for breakfast,
Scott replied as his food arrived.  Man, it did smell good.  A huge stack of pancakes with piles of bacon and a large jug of maple syrup on the side.  Scott smiled his thanks and went back to his phone.

What, the great Damien doesn’t cook?

Wouldn’t know bro. He’s busy working, so I’m fending for myself,
Scott typed back, taking a mouthful of pancakes.  Wow, they tasted as good as they smelt and Scott eagerly took another mouthful.  He hadn’t realized he was so hungry until he started eating.

Hearing his phone ring, Scott glanced at the screen and answered, his mouth still full of pancakes.

“What the hell,” Troy’s voice sounded indignant through the phone.  “Why are you having breakfast alone - you haven’t been gone 24 hours?”

“Damien had gone off to work before I woke up,” Scott said
crunching on some bacon.  “I was hungry so decided to combine some exploration of the area and a hunt for some breakfast all at the same time.”

“And Damien let you go off by yourself?  In a strange area?”

“It’s not as though I actually asked him,” Scott said honestly as he finished his coffee.  Looking up, he spied Brad watching him and he waved his cup at him looking for a refill.

“You just took off?  Won’t he be mad?”

“Look Troy, I don’t know,” Scott said as Brad came over with the coffee pot.  “Who knows what Damien thinks?  I just know he wasn’t there this morning and I was hungry, so I went out for breakfast.  Simple really.”  Scott smiled at Brad when his cup was full and the man wandered back to the counter with a strange look on his face.

“What about your mind connection thingy?” Troy asked quietly.  “Do you have that open at least?  ‘Cos I got to tell you, Damien strikes me as being really possessive and he is going to be pissed off when he finds you went out without him.”

“I’m not sharing with him at the moment,” Scott said cryptically knowing that Troy would understand what he was saying.

“Oh fuck, Scott, what did he do?”

“Gave me the best night of my life and then was gone in the morning.  And yes I am real angry and hurt about it, Troy.  Damn, I’ve had hook-ups that have stayed in bed longer than he did,” Scott spat out keeping his voice low even in his anger.  From memory Texas didn’t have a lot of tolerance for gay people.

“Shit,” Troy said sadly, “I am real
ly sorry.  You deserve so much better than that.  Do you want me to get Shawn to zap you home?”

“No,” said Scott, “At least not yet.  The fact is I will be miserable without him as we already know.  But you know I wanted what Kane and Griff have
with their partners, and I can’t see that happening anytime soon, if ever.  I’m going to have to find a way to make this work, somehow.”

“You’ve got to get under his skin,” Troy s
uggested.  “If anyone can do it, it’s you.  You have got to make him so crazy with want that he doesn’t dare leave you alone.  Then you can get to know him and, bro, when he gets to know you, he won’t be able to help but love you.  Even the great Damien has to learn to love someone.”