Pack Discipline Volume Two
The Duty of a Beta
Caught between duty and sweet temptation, what's a wolf to do?
Gunnar has a job to do. He was brought into the pack to be mated to Alfred and that's what he's going to do. Beta's have always been charged with taking control of the trouble makers in their packs, and Gunnar is going to do his duty by his new pack if it kills him.
Just because his eyes constantly stray towards another wolf, that's no reason to alter his plans. His alphas might believe in love matches, but Gunnar believes in duty - no matter how sweet the temptation to let his thoughts wander to a very different wolf might be.
The Love of a Mate
Alfred's always been the pack's trouble maker. He's given up hope of ever being anything else. But, could that change when he suddenly receives the love of a mate?
Caden's never had any trouble convincing other wolves to do what he wants. He might not have his brother's status, size or grumpy personality, but that doesn't matter. He's always found smiles and flirtations to be far more effective than any of those things anyway.
When Caden sets his sights on Alfred, he knows he'll need every trick he's ever acquired if he's to have any chance of reforming the pack trouble maker into a good wolf and a first-rate potential mate. However, that might not be the only obstacle they face—the rest of the pack might yet prove to be their biggest challenge of all.
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series and also contains scenes of non-sexual violence.
General Release Date: 29th August 2011
The Duty of a Beta
Gunnar registered the sound of running water just a moment too late. Steam swirled around the hot, humid little space as he pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom he was temporarily sharing with several other members of the pack. He was just about to take a pace back, close the door behind him and wait for the other wolf to finish his shower when he realised who was standing under the spray.
There was no step back. Gunnar froze as he ran his gaze over the slim frame that had been drawing his attention ever since he joined the pack.
Talbot blinked rapidly, no doubt in an effort to clear the water from his big, blue eyes. Bubbles from the soap he’d been lathering himself with continued to conceal parts of his torso for a few seconds, but they quickly slipped away under the force of the water. The omega was left entirely exposed to Gunnar’s inspection.
Damn, but he was stunning. And, somehow, while he stood in the shower, he looked far more naked than he ever had at those times when he’d just switched back into his human form and hadn’t had time to get dressed. He seemed far more naked than the beta was himself.
Gunnar looked down for a moment, eager to see if the little wolf had been doing more than washing under the hot spray.
No, Talbot wasn’t even hard. Gunnar tried not to wish he’d taken an even longer route on his run and arrived just a few minutes later, when perhaps the omega would have been in the middle of something more interesting.
Dragging his gaze back up Talbot’s body, Gunnar met the smaller wolf’s eyes. Talbot immediately dropped his attention to the shower room floor, quick to show all due respect for their respective ranks within the pack.
That was exactly what he should do. It was precisely what Gunnar should want him to do. Still, he couldn’t help but think that a few moments in which he could admire the younger man’s eyes wouldn’t have been such a terrible thing.
Shaking his head and forcing himself to snap back into the real world, where there were far more important things for a beta to think about than pretty blue eyes, Gunnar reached for the door handle. He stopped with his fingers wrapped tightly around it as the omega stepped towards him.
“You can...” Talbot waved a hand towards the shower. “I’ll wait until after you’ve finished.”
Gunnar remained motionless for several long seconds as the steam rushed past him out of the room. He should leave. It was far too tempting for him to linger in the naked omega’s presence. Gunnar knew that. Yet, somehow, he still found himself stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, sealing them in the small space with the heat and vapour from the shower completely surrounding them.
Talbot swallowed rapidly as Gunnar silently stalked towards him. It was hard to believe that he wasn’t already regretting inviting his pack mate to take his place. As Gunnar moved past Talbot and stepped under the shower, the little wolf retreated several paces, putting himself well out of range of the cascading water.
Folding his arms across his chest, the omega seemed to do his best to blend into the stark white tiles that covered every wall of the wet room. As if there was any chance they could share any space without Gunnar being acutely aware of exactly where the smaller wolf was!
Gunnar tilted his head back and let the water run through his hair. After all the rain that had fallen over the last few days, his run had left him streaked with dirt. The water turned muddy as it ran down his body and swirled around his feet. The warmth of the hot spray quickly sank into muscles that ached after so much exertion out in the cold, and sent a shiver of pleasure running down his spine.
As he reached for the shampoo, Gunnar glanced towards Talbot. He was just in time to see a far less enjoyable shudder run through the smaller man’s body. Gunnar’s eyes narrowed.
“Talbot.”
Maybe it was the displeasure in his tone, or maybe it was just his voice in general, but the omega damn near jumped out of his skin at the sound of his own name.
Gunnar bit back a curse. Anyone would think he’d threatened to hang, draw and quarter the guy on a regular basis—that he hadn’t actually gone out of his way to be kind to the omega ever since he joined the pack.
Nervous blue eyes blinked up at him from beneath a damp, blond fringe, but the little omega didn’t say a word.
“Come here,” Gunnar ordered.
The Love of a Mate
Halfway through his shift from his lupine form into his human shape, Alfred sensed someone approaching from his left. His shoulders were barely formed when a blurry figure pushed against them, sending him staggering backwards.
“What the hell do you think you’re—?”Alfred stopped abruptly as his back hit the wall alongside the woodpile. All the air rushed out of his lungs, stealing any other words he might have wanted to snarl at his attacker.
The rough bricks bit into his suddenly furless skin, his palms skidded against them as he tried to catch his balance on two legs instead of four. So soon after a shift, his movements were clumsy, his co-ordination non-existent. It was several moments before he could even make his eyes focus on the man standing before him and the blur morphed into—
“Caden?”
Alfred glared at the other wolf in disbelief as the pretty blond stepped forwards, closing the gap between them.
It was bad enough having to put up with being pushed around by Gunnar. Alfred would be damned if he’d allow the beta’s little brother to treat him the same way! A low growl building in the back of his throat, Alfred reached out to shove Caden away.
His hands quickly reached the place where the other shifter’s shoulders should have been, but his claws only met empty air. There was no howl of pain as Caden stumbled and fell from the force of the blow.
A second passed slowly. One brain cell bumped gently into its neighbour inside Alfred’s head. Werewolves didn’t just disappear—they shifted. Alfred looked down, fully expecting to see a wolf looking back up at him, but Caden was still very much in his human form.
The gorgeous young wolf knelt prettily at Alfred’s naked feet and retuned his gaze as if that were nothing out of the ordinary.
Bloody bizarre was what it was. Alfred frowned as his sluggish brain tried to make sense of it and failed. He lowered his hands, not above striking someone who was already on his knees.
Caden leant forward. Without any warning, a pair of perfect pink lips wrapped themselves around the tip of Alfred’s cock. For several long seconds, Alfred waved his hands uselessly in the empty air, as they stalled halfway to their destination. A strangled noised escaped from the back of his throat, but not one single thought managed to work its way through his brain.
Hot wetness suckled firmly around the head of his cock as Alfred quickly began to harden under its ministrations. A wave of pure bliss swept through him when Caden swirled his tongue in a complex little manoeuvre that lapped away all his strength.
Alfred’s knees threatened to buckle. If the wall hadn’t been ready to support him, he’d have crumpled into a desperate heap right there next to the woodpile. The deep scratches the rough surface gouged into his back were a small price to pay for being able to keep his cock at the right height for Caden’s mouth.
Delicate hands came to rest on Alfred’s hips, steadying him further. Alfred tried to thrust forwards as Caden dipped his head and took a little more of his cock into his mouth, but there suddenly seemed to be surprising strength hidden in the slim, artistic digits. His hips stayed firmly against the wall.
Growling his frustration, Alfred glared down at the other wolf. Their eyes met. For once, those stunning blue eyes seemed to be completely serious. Alfred was incapable of looking away. No matter what his place in the pack was supposed to be, he was helpless to do anything other than hold the other gamma’s eyes and lose himself in the blue depths.
Caden looked away first, but it felt far less like a wolf offering another man his submission then a master technician dropping his eyes to pay better attention to the job at hand—or mouth, as the case may be. Gradually, Caden began to bob his head lower, taking more and more of the now-stiff shaft into his mouth.
His tongue danced along the underside of Alfred’s cock each time he dipped his head. As he pulled back, he swirled his tongue around the glans, before rapidly taking the entire shaft back into his mouth, the tip sinking into his throat.
Without any warning, Caden looked up again. Caught off guard, Alfred could only whimper his admiration. The other wolf’s lips were thinned out into a pale pink line, his cheeks slightly hollowed as he sucked, and somehow it all just made him more gorgeous than ever.
Alfred reached out, desperate to thread his fingers into the impossibly golden strands of hair and keep Caden exactly where he was forever. He was vaguely aware that one of the other wolf’s hands had left his hip, but before Alfred had even had a chance to really notice that, Caden’s fist was wrapped tightly around his wrist.
“What the—?” Alfred tried to say more, but words failed him as Caden’s tongue lapped at the sensitive strip of skin where his foreskin joined his shaft.
As if nothing at all had happened to break his concentration, Caden calmly resumed bobbing his head over Alfred’s crotch. At the same time, he guided Alfred to lean forward and rest his hand on his shoulder rather than in his hair. Alfred found his fingers clutching at the thin cotton shirt as he tossed back his head and howled his pleasure into the cold night air.
His hips bucked forward, and Caden was strong enough to stop him then. Alfred’s vision blurred. The whole world condensed down into something more glorious than he could ever remember it being. Every fibre in his body whimpered its joy. Even his fingertips seemed to feel their share of his bliss as he came into his lover’s mouth. Then, long before Alfred was ready to let go of it, the ecstasy faded away.
It could have been mere moments before he opened his eyes, it could have been hundreds of years. Alfred’s brain wasn’t working well enough to deal with complicated concepts like time. All he knew for sure was that Caden was still kneeling at his feet and suckling gently around his softening shaft when he finally managed to blink down at him.
Caden’s eyes were peering back in return at him, apparently studying his every reaction very carefully. Seeming to realise Alfred was back with him, he leant back and delicately allowed Alfred’s shaft to slip from between his slightly swollen lips.
Lifting a hand to his mouth, Caden ran his fingertips over his mouth, but not a single drop of cum had escaped his attention. Apparently satisfied he was as perfectly presented as ever, Caden smiled and rose gracefully to his full height.
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