When No Doesn't Cut It (14 page)

Chapter Seventeen

Scott thought he was coping with the hurt he was feeling rather well.  The work at the bar was busy even if he did have to keep fending off advances from
the non-wolf patrons.  But it was the sort of thing he used to do at Claude’s, so he had plenty of ways of coping with the attention.

He was also really proud of what he had sorted out with Phillip.  When the man arrived, Scott had been out
in the front of the bar, so it was simple to ask the man to step into John’s office, instead of going upstairs to his own slash Damien’s office.  The two men talked and Phillip had opened up about how hard things were for him and his mother, and how he wasn’t having any luck finding himself a job.  Scott had remembered from the roster incident earlier that Damien needed more than just bar staff, so he consulted with Madison and got Phillip a job. 

Giving up one of his prized cars to the man to help his family was something Scott felt he had to do.  He had very rarely killed anyone
, and it wasn’t something he was proud of even if the reasoning behind it was right.  So to Scott, giving up one of his babies was a small price to pay in retribution.  The money would see Phillip and his mother right financially for some time to come.  Scott did wonder what Damien had thought of his solutions, but the truth was he was avoiding his mate like the plague.

Scott wasn’t a coward by any means. 
But he knew if he spent too much time with Damien, then the big man would find out just how much Scott was hurting over something so petty, like not being in bed with him in the morning when he woke up.  In Scott’s eyes though, the problem was much bigger than Damien going to work when he didn’t have to.  It was the fact that he seriously had to consider the possibility that Damien might never love him.  And given how long the two men would be living together, that thought really did break Scott’s heart.  He wasn’t stupid enough to say he loved his mate already.  He barely knew the man.  But he knew he wanted to fall in love with him.  To know it would be one-sided just hurt like a bitch.

So Scott worked
, and was friendly, and ignored the fact that his mate was busy ignoring him, because of course his mate was just so busy all of the time.  It was later in the afternoon when he spotted Madison hovering at the corner of the bar, trying to attract his attention. He wandered over and leant against the polished wood.  The main lunchtime rush was over, so he could afford to spend a few minutes finding out what Madison wanted.

“What’s up Madison?  Was there a problem with the Phillip situation?”

“No Scott, the Alpha signed off on it and seemed happy enough with the outcome,” Madison said nervously.

“So, what’s got you all upset and twitchy?” Scott teased.

“It’s the Alpha.  He wants to see you for ten minutes.  Can you take a break?”

“I suppose I can,” Scott said looking around at the bar.  Things seemed pretty quiet.  “But you told me the Alpha had meetings scheduled all afternoon.  Why does he want to see me now?”

“Er, well in the past, this is where he would have called in one of his subs.  Seems he’s been horny all afternoon, and given his meeting schedule he would have usually seen two subs already today.  He kinda ordered me to come and get you instead.” Madison looked positively terrified at what Scott would say.

Stunned.  Nope.  Shocked.  Nope.  Fucking furious. Yes.  That was how exactly how Scott was feeling.  Not only would his mate never love him
, and couldn’t even take time off from work to get to know him, but now he wanted Scott to act like a sub and service his needs in between his scheduled meetings.  Well if his egotistical mate wanted a sub then that would be what he got.

Looking around the bar, Scott spotted one of the young subs that had been in Damien’s office the night before. He called the young man over.

“You wanted me Alpha Mate,” the young sub said quietly. Like Damien’s other subs he was very pretty, short with a lean build and floppy blond hair that fell over a cute pixie face and big blue eyes.

“Yes
. What’s your name?” Scott asked.

“Cody, Sir, but the Alpha usually just calls me boy.”

“You’re not my boy, Cody” Scott said firmly, “but I do want you to do something for me if you don’t mind.  Feel free to say no if you are uncomfortable with what I am asking, okay?”

Cody nodded.

“Okay, apparently the Alpha needs one of his booty calls and I want you to go and service him for me.  Can you do that?”  Scott said, even though his gut clenched at the thought of his mate touching this pretty young man or basically coming anywhere near him.

Cody looked surprised.  “But Alpha Mate,” he said
. “I thought you two said last night that it wouldn’t be possible for either of you to have any form of sexual connection with anyone else again.”

“That’s true, Cody
, and there is a very good chance you won’t have to do anything with Damien when you get to his office.  But if he does want you to service him then you go right ahead and do it.  I won’t be angry with you or upset with you if you do.”

“I haven’t got a problem with servicing the Alpha, Sir
. I have done it often enough.  But can I ask, if you don’t think I am being too forward, why it is that you don’t want to be with your mate that way.”

Scott sighed
, because he would love nothing better than to be fucked by his mate, right over the bar in front of everyone if that’s what it took - he was so damn horny.  But if he let Damien treat him like sex on tap just once, then the big man would keep doing it, and Scott knew he deserved to be treated better than that.

“I am not a sub, Cody,” he said quietly
. “And what the Alpha needs right now is a willing sub.  As much as it hurts to admit it, you would be better at servicing this particular need than I would at the moment.  Do you understand?”

“Not really,” Cody said
honestly, “but I’ll go.  You, you, won’t disembowel me if we have sex though, will you Alpha Mate?”

Shaking his head
, Scott forced a smile on his face.  “No Cody.  No matter what happens between you and the Alpha, I will not hold you responsible at all.  In fact I want you to call me Scott and I hope that we can be friends.  Would you consider that?”

“Of course, Alph…sorry Scott,” Cody said with a smile.  Turning to Madison the pretty little man said, “
Come on, then Madison, lead the way.  Let’s go see what the Master wants.”

Scott watched them head up the stairs to the office and quickly grabbed some glasses off of the bar and headed out to the washroom to give himself some space.  He didn’t want to know what was going on in that office.  His insides felt so clenched up he thought he was going to vomit and he vowed to himself that if the bloody Alpha did get off on that young boy then he was going home to Cloverleah.  Scott was making a point that he wasn’t a sub.  But if Damien took the sub that was offered
, instead of trying to spend some time with his mate, then there was no hope for the two of them ever having a relationship. 

Knowing
he was taking a huge gamble on the strength of the mating bond he had with Damien, Scott got the glasses ready for the dishwasher, trying to focus on what he was doing. Less than two minutes after he had sent Cody and Madison up to see Damien, Scott heard a huge angry roar and the sound of running feet coming down the stairs, followed by some heavier ones. 

Oh crap
, that didn’t sound good.  Seconds later Madison came flying into the washroom and grabbed hold of Scott, pulling the larger man in front of him.

“Save me,” Madison screamed
. “The Alpha’s going to kill me.  I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…” the man was so upset he just wouldn’t stop babbling and Scott was having a hard time working out what he was so upset about. Just then, Scott’s nose was filled with the scent of his mate and he looked up to see Damien literally filling the doorway in front of him.  Scott and Madison were effectively trapped.  The big man did not look happy at all.

Stepping in front of Madison, which wasn’t hard given the man was still clinging to Scott’s waist, Scott said, “what have you done to
upset Madison?”

“Has he told you what he did?” Damien growled and hot damn if that sound didn’t just zing down Scott’s spine and set up home in his balls.

Scott waved his hands to show that actually Madison was too incoherent to say anything.  “All I got out of him was that you were going to kill him and that he was sorry.”

“He should be sorry,” Damien snapped.  “He took an innocent question that I asked him and turned into a mission to basically relegate you into a sub.”

“What are you talking about?  Madison came and told me that you wanted to have sex, and you had ten minutes free between meetings.  I sent you Cody because I am not a fucking sub to be squeezed in whenever you’re in the mood.  How does that equate to Madison being killed?” Scott tried to keep a firm tone, but damn and double damn, it was so hard when his mate was looking and smelling so goddamn good. God, he had missed his mate today even when he was angry with him.

“Because he took the fact that I wanted to see you
, and the fact that I asked him about how come I used to have time to screw subs between meetings but I couldn’t even spend ten minutes saying hi to you, and put them together in the wrong way.”

“So you didn’t want to have sex with me?” Scott asked
, as his eyes glued themselves to Damien’s bulging pants.

Damien hissed in frustration and tugged on his hair.  “Why is this so
fucking complicated?  I wanted to see you.  Yes, I want to fuck you.  I feel like that all the time.  But more importantly I wanted to just see you.  I missed you today!”  He yelled.

Feeling all of his anger drift away
, Scott grinned because he felt exactly the same way.  Disengaging himself from Madison, who crumpled into a heap in the corner, he sauntered across the tiny room and stood up on tip toes to whisper in Damien’s ear.  “Well you’ve spent your ten minutes arguing and you have people waiting on you.  So I guess anything else is going to have to wait.”  He teased Damien’s ear lobe with his tongue and then bit it slightly, pleased to hear his mate groan quietly.

Stepping back
grin firmly in place, he said, “Back to work with you.  I guess I will see you later, if you have time.”

And just like that Damien lunged.  Grabbing Scott around the waist
, he threw the man over his shoulder and headed out the door.  “Cancel my appointments,” he snarled over his shoulder at Madison, who was still on the floor.

“Which ones?” Madison called out.

“All of them,” Damien yelled as he headed purposefully towards his apartment.  Over Damien’s shoulder, Scott saw Madison sitting there with a puzzled look on his face. 
All of them
he mouthed to Scott. 
All of them,
Scott mouthed back with a smile.  He was finally going to get to spend some time with his mate and he couldn’t be happier.

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Damien wasn’t sure what he actually wanted to do with Scott when he got them back to their apartment.  Okay, he wanted to fuck the man so hard his balls hurt, but it was more than that. Spending the day apart from his mate was a new experience for Damien - both the being mated and how much Damien had ached, when the two men weren’t together.  As soon as Damien had smelt Scott in the washroom he started to feel better.  Now he wanted to hang onto the positive feelings and build on them.

So instead of slamming Scott into the nearest wall and stripping him
ready for fucking, Damien set the man down on his feet once they were in the apartment and safe from prying eyes.  Holding Scott tightly around the waist, Damien said simply in his deep gravelly voice, “I missed you today.” 

He was rewarded with a huge smile that lit Scott’s face like a beacon.  After the anger Scott had shown Damien earlier
, that smile was a huge step forward.  The ache in Damien’s heart lessened even more.

“I missed you too,” Scott said quietly
, looking up at him with his brilliant blue eyes, “Even if you can be an uncaring prick.”

“Would you believe me if I told you that I am not sure I know how to be anything else?”  Damien admitted.

“Are you willing to learn?” Scott whispered, as he stretched up and tugged Damien’s head down to meet him in a kiss.

“Fuck yes.
”

Damien groaned as he took Scott’s offered lips. 
The kiss was electric - a meeting of need and want, and the promise of so much more.  Panting, the men’s mouths came together time and time again, their breath ragged and harsh in the silence of the apartment.  Over and over the two men devoured each other.  Their lips, chins, jaws, and necks, all part of a make out session that rivaled those of teenagers in a drive-in, but with warrior strength and intent. 

When Damien finally sealed his mouth over Scott’s and plunged his tongue deep into his mate’s mouth, Scott sucked on it strongly, teasing Damien as though it was his cock instead.  And Damien could feel his cock ready to explode even though the men were still fully dressed.

Wrenching his mouth away, Damien growled, “I need to be inside you,
please
.”