The Mark of an Alpha
Dominance and submission mean different things to werewolves than to humans. Once Marsdon and Bennett try things the human way — nothing can ever be the same for them again.
Werewolf tradition is very clear. The alpha pair is the corner stone of the pack. Equality between the alphas is everything. Alphas mate with alphas.
Human leather clubs work to different rules. Dominants mate with submissives. Power is exchanged freely and for the ultimate pleasure of all. Sometimes the most alpha men in the club find happiness with the most omega men. And sometimes the omegas are more than they first appear to be.
A wolf might be able to hide his identity and play anonymously in those clubs for a little while, but he can't ignore reality forever. Marsdon and Bennett have lives to get back to, they have packs to return to…they have wolfen traditions to follow.
They have just one more night together before they have to lose each other forever. All they can do now, is make the most of it.
Reader Advisory: This book contains both human and werewolf styles of dominance and submission.This book also contains blood play and non-sexual violence.
The Strength of a Gamma
Gamma wolf Steffan may have been in love with his best friend for years, but he knows that's not enough. Francis deserves a more dominant mate, and Steffan intends to make sure he gets one.
Steffan has been best friends with Francis ever since the younger wolf joined the pack after his own parents died. He's been in love with him for just as long. But when a new beta joins their pack, he knows it's time to step aside and let Francis form a bond with a more dominant wolf.
Francis has no idea why Steffan's been acting so strangely since the new wolves joined their pack. When he discovers the truth, he starts to question things he'd never thought to doubt before. What if he has no interest in a dominant mate? What if he could find the perfect partner far closer to home?
Everything is about to change for Francis and Steffan. The only question is: are the gammas strong enough to cope?
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series
General Release Date: 12th November 2010
The Mark of an Alpha
“Our last time.”
Marsdon stroked his fingertips down the submissive’s spine. He’d never asked the other man exactly how he managed to put himself into his bondage before his master joined him in the back room of the club. Now the question seemed like a waste of all too precious time.
The artificial scent the other man wore took over Marsdon’s world as he stepped even closer to him. He stood very still for a moment, his fingertips resting on the bound man’s skin as he tried to push past the aroma and force it out of his senses.
It was a pleasant cologne, something that would have no doubt been considered discreet to a human’s nose. Perhaps if the man offering him his submission had been human, it would have been easier to tolerate it. But Marsdon knew damn well the man before him was as much a wolf as he was.
Marsdon closed his eyes as his free hand clenched into a fist at his side. The fragrance couldn’t hide his lover’s species, but it hid his actual identity perfectly. There was a special cruelty to that, right then.
After all the hours they’d spent together, to know that he would never even be able to walk past his lover on a crowded street and recognise that he was within touching distance of the man who’d once made his blood pound faster in his veins, his cock stiffen and his heart find peace... It was something akin to torture.
Marsdon trailed his fingers over the man’s side as he walked around him and stopped face to... Marsdon stared at the leather hood that hid most of the other man’s face from him for several long, regretful seconds. At least his lips were free. That was something he would always be grateful for.
He’d had the pleasure of his submissive’s mouth—in every sense of the term. Marsdon left the fingertips of his one hand resting against the bound man’s ribs as he lifted his other hand and brushed a knuckle over his lover’s mouth.
Those lips had wrapped around his shaft so many times over the last weeks. The submissive kissed his knuckle. His tongue flickered out to taste his master’s finger, just as it had lapped pre-cum from his cock.
Marsdon watched every eager flash of pink against his skin. Knowing he would never feel that again made it suddenly vital to imprint every detail onto his memory. It took all his strength to finally move his hand away.
The tongue lapped at the empty air. The submissive’s mouth remained open, waiting. After a few seconds, the lips came together, not once complaining that their master had robbed them of their treat.
The damn hood that kept his lover’s identity a secret had its rare seconds of usefulness. Safe while he knew the other man would never glimpse his moment of weakness, Marsdon bowed his head and took a deep breath. He was his master for a few more hours, yet. There was no point in wasting his time regretting those hours were all they would ever have.
Marsdon lifted his gaze back to the hooded face and forced himself not to fritter away precious seconds wishing he knew what colour eyes would look back at him if the hood could be torn away.
“Have you been good since our last meeting, pup?” His voice was too thick, too rough with emotion. Marsdon had to clear his throat before he could finish the question.
It was the truth. Marsdon had never had any cause to doubt that. For all his submission, he knew the man before him was too proud to lie. Still unable to look at the half-hood and not wish things could be different, Marsdon turned his attention to more pleasing sights.
Before he’d arrived, the submissive had placed himself in bondage according to the precise orders Marsdon had issued at the end of their last session. Leather encircled his wrists and his ankles, spreading him open, leaving him vulnerable to whatever his master should wish to do with him. Shackles bolted to the concrete floor and the heavy bar suspended from the ceiling kept him in place beautifully in the middle of the room.
Marsdon ran his knuckles along the other man’s skin, from the notch between his collar bones and down the juncture between his ribs until he teased his abs. Muscles twitched under his touch.
The Strength of a Gamma
Steffan tightened his grip around his shaft as his hand moved more and more rapidly beneath the sheets. The back of his fingers rubbed annoyingly against the underside of his blanket with every stroke, but he still couldn’t risk throwing the covering back.
The night was warm enough that he’d have welcomed the caress of any breeze that crept into his bedroom through the open window, but the chance of another wolf coming into the room and catching him was far too high.
Squirming on the mattress, Steffan pressed his head back into his pillow as his hips thrust up, pushing his cock into the tight channel between his fingers and palm once more.
Biting his lip to keep back a moan, he rubbed his palm across the tip of his erection, gathering the pre-cum that leaked from the slit and smearing it down the length of his shaft. He closed his eyes for a moment and images immediately flooded into his brain.
A smaller, fairer wolf stared down at him, pleasure filling his eyes as he reached out to him. A moment passed, the picture flickered and changed. The same wolf lay naked, sprawling on a big soft mattress. He smiled and beckoned Steffan closer. Another second brought another scenario. Steffan tilted his head back and looked up at the other wolf as the familiar face loomed over him.
Steffan whimpered then, as if the other man’s fingers really were tangling in his hair. A hand failed to hold him still as his head moved against his pillow, but the vision before him still lowered his head until their lips were just a second away from a kiss.
At the last possible moment, Steffan flung open his eyes. Gasping for breath, he pushed the silly little daydreams out of his head as hard as he could, flinging them away from him with all his might.
He stared helplessly up at the beamed ceiling above his bed, but even reality couldn’t kill the fantasy completely. It was still there, tempting him with a quicker path towards pleasure.
A slow blink threatened to turn into something longer. Steffan let out a frustrated little groan. He couldn’t let that happen.
Friction was all he really needed. Steffan knew that. Part of him even believed it. Enough friction against his shaft and he’d come. It was a simple fact of biology. It still took all his strength of will to pry his eyes open.
Those sorts of daydreams had no place in his head—not even in the middle of the night. It would only make things more painful for him in the long run. It was pointless to torture himself.
Steffan repeated all those facts to himself over and over again as his strokes sped up around his shaft once more. It was far better that he should content himself with his own touch and leave a deeper sort of pleasure to other wolves.
Without any warning, a howl cut through the air, damn near loud enough to shake the dust from the rafters. Steffan held back a low, heartfelt moan. The alphas were obviously having a good time that night. He couldn’t bring himself to be surprised. There didn’t seem to be many nights when they didn’t enjoy themselves loudly enough to wake every wolf in the pack.
Reluctantly removing his grip from his aching shaft, Steffan let his hand drop to rest idly next to him on the mattress. Pushing his other hand into his hair, he counted very slowly inside his head. The only important thing now, was to stay on schedule. By the time he reached five he had to have his mind out of the gutter. By ten it was vital that he’d forced his breathing back in to something like a normal rate.
Fifteen seconds counted out, and Steffan made a conscious effort to try to slow his racing heart. Twenty. Right on cue, his bedroom door creaked open. Soft footsteps padded across the bare floorboards towards him. Steffan drew back the blankets, just far enough to welcome the other wolf into his bed, without letting his friend catch sight of his still flourishing erection.
Francis quickly joined him on the mattress. Steffan lifted one arm and welcomed the smaller wolf to rest at his side. Francis shuddered slightly as he curled up against him.
Carefully tucking a bit of blanket between Francis and his cock so the younger wolf wouldn’t notice how hard he was, Steffan encouraged him even closer, trying to make sure he felt as safe and cosseted as possible. His friend quickly took him up on the invitation, hiding his face in Steffan’s shoulder as he snuggled up against him.