Mating Games [Delta Wolf 2] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour ManLove)

STORY EXCERPT



Dobry heard someone unlocking the door of the shed he was being held in. He quickly lay down on the floor and pretended to be passed out from his last beating. There had been so many he’d lost count.

He recognized the voices of the two who played with him the most. They were the ones that the master kept referring to as Betas, the master being the one Dobry knew was in charge. The two Betas seem to defer everything to him. Dobry wasn't really sure why that was, but he figured it had to be a werewolf thing.

“Well, shit! The little pet is still out,” asshole Beta number one said. “I was hoping to play with him some more.”

“Keep it in your pants, dude. We have things we need to handle,” asshole Beta number two replied.

“I’m bored.”

Someone snickered. “Then you can damn well be bored. If Rodrick catches wind of you playing with his little pet without his permission he’s going to use you as a dartboard. Besides, we have company coming, and he wants us there.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Dobry heard a loud thud close to him, then his captors left and relocked the shed door. Waiting a few minutes before opening his eyes, he was shocked to see they delivered another prisoner. This one was a werewolf just like the ones who kidnapped him. Dobry knew it.

Dobry watched the man curled in the corner of the room for any sign of movement. He wished he could say at the first sign of movement he would run, but he’d be lying to himself. It was hard to get away when he was locked up in a three-by-three-foot metal cage.

At least they let him keep his blanket. He could cover his nakedness and hide it from the man even if he couldn’t hide anything else. The werewolf would know Dobry was human and pretty much fair game the moment he woke up.

All werewolves considered humans fair game. Dobry knew that from personal experience. He didn’t know exactly how long he’d been a pet, but it was long enough to learn a few things about a society he never knew about before.

Werewolves used humans as pets. At least, that’s how he’d been used. Not even an hour after he was brought before the master, a collar was placed around his neck, one he couldn’t remove. From then on out, whenever he was released from his cage, he had to walk on all fours and be led around on a leash. He was a pet.

Dobry hated werewolves. They were all the same. They used, abused, and degraded humans any way they could. Just because the man in the corner was also collared didn’t mean he would be any different than any of the other werewolves Dobry had met since he’d been captured.

As far as he was concerned, they all needed to be taken out and eliminated. He drew his knees up to his chest and tried to cover himself as best as he could with the ratty blanket the master had allowed him to have. It wasn’t much, but it was his, or at least all he had. He wasn’t allowed to wear clothes anymore.

Dobry held his breath when he saw a small movement from across the room. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the man start to wake up. The man shook his head a little, groaned, and grabbed his head.

“What the fuck happened?”

Dobry snorted, then quickly lowered his head when the man glanced over at him. He should have stayed quiet.

“Who the hell are you?”

Dobry turned his head away and tried to ignore the man. It didn’t pay to get chummy with anyone in this place. Dobry learned that in his first week here when someone he thought he could trust set him up, then laughed as the master whipped him for his escape attempt. It had been a costly lesson, one that took nearly him a week to recover from. Dobry hadn’t made that mistake again. He would never trust a werewolf a second time.

“Man, are you deaf or something?”

Dobry turned to look at the man. If he looked at him as simply a man, Dobry would have found him attractive, maybe even stunning. But Dobry knew better. He knew the man was dangerous.

“My name’s Sebastian,” the man said as he leaned back against the wall. “What’s your name?”



ADULT EXCERPT



“I said, I’m a virgin. I’ve never been fucked or fucked anyone else. I wanted to wait until I met my mates. I’ve never even fooled around. Beyond a lot of fantasies and a strong relationship with my hand, I’ve never been touched by another person, man or woman.”

“Holy shit!”

“That’s it?” Sebastian asked. “That’s all you have to say?”

“You’ve never even had a blow job?”

“Nope.” Sebastian shook his head. The sudden grin that crossed Alastar’s lips scared the crap out of him.

“Want one?”

“You–you want to—here?” Sebastian sputtered.

Alastar stepped forward and reached for the buttons of Sebastian’s pants. He had them unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down before Sebastian could even catch his breath. Alastar dropped to his knees right there in the sand and reached for Sebastian’s hard cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Sebastian exclaimed when Alastar swallowed his entire length. He’d never felt anything like it in the world. Warm, wet heat surrounded him. A smooth tongue stroked across the head of his cock, then moved around to lick the underside of the mushroomed head.

“Ala–Alastar,” Sebastian groaned. He’d imagined what a blow job might feel like. The heaven he currently experienced didn’t even come near that. When Alastar swallowed him down to the root, Sebastian’s knees started to buckle. It took every ounce of control he had to lock them in place.

Still, he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hands in Alastar’s dark hair and humping his hips, shoving his cock farther into the man’s willing mouth. His balls felt heavy, full, but never more so than when Alastar cupped them in his hand and gently massaged them.

A moan of ecstasy slipped past Sebastian’s lips as a spurt of hungry desire spiraled through him. His legs shook from the amount of control he was using to keep from falling down. He never dreamed his mate could pleasure him to this level. Well, he dreamed about it. He just never really thought it would happen.

Sebastian’s balls tightened up against his body when he felt Alastar’s slick finger move from past his balls to the tight virgin hole beyond. Alastar didn’t breach Sebastian, just rubbed over his puckered entrance.

Sebastian wasn’t sure if he was happy about that or not. He just knew it blew his mind and the rest of his body. He cried out as lights flashed before his eyes. His hands clenched desperately in Alastar’s hair as he thrust forward and erupted in Alastar’s mouth, filling him with his seed.

Alastar continued to lick him until Sebastian couldn’t take any more. He pulled away and collapsed to the ground next to his mate. His eyes drifted closed, and he panted heavily, having just rocketed through the most intense orgasm of his life.

Hearing a strangled noise above him, Sebastian opened his eyes to see Alastar kneeling over him. His slacks were open, the man’s cock wrapped tightly in his hand as stroked himself fiercely. Alastar’s face was taut, his lips drawn into a firm line.

But his eyes, his big, beautiful, silver-gray eyes, blazed with passion. Sebastian was mesmerized. He moaned at the erotic picture Alastar made as he sought his own climax. He wanted to see more, to experience more. Sebastian bit his lip as he hesitated to do what he really wanted. He didn’t know what was allowed.

“Touch me,” Alastar whispered, his voice sounding strained.

Sebastian reached out slowly and stroked his fingers over the head of Alastar’s cock. He was surprised at how silky soft the hard cock felt. He shouldn’t be, he’d felt his own cock enough times, but he was.

Alastar’s eyes never left his as Sebastian explored, stroking his fingers down the man’s steely hard length, then farther to gently cup the man’s balls. Alastar just continued to stroke himself from root to tip, then back again.

“Squeeze them tighter, baby.”

Sebastian arched an eyebrow but did as his mate directed, applying more pressure to Alastar’s balls. The man groaned, his hips pumping forward quickly, then with more force as he thrust faster.

“God, baby,” Alastar groaned, “that feels so fucking good. I love feeling your hands on my body, touching me.”

Sebastian panted, Alastar’s words shattering the hard shell he had built so carefully around himself. The feelings flowing through him were more than sexual. They were life-altering.