Book 2 – Bound and Bonded Series, by Lisa Oliver
Pearson, Alpha of the Bound and Bonded Pack, had always wanted to find his mate. But as an Alpha he had always assumed the man he would be paired with would be a submissive. But when Dante appears in his office hoping to be accepted into the pack, he is anything but the submissive Pearson had believed was his Fated lover.
Dante has a past of his own, and while he didn’t try to hide it from his Fated Mate, he should have known it was going to cause problems. If Dante’s pride didn’t stop this mating from happening, then events outside of the Bound and Bonded pack just might. Getting the promise of a HEA was going to be a lot more difficult for these two men, than it should have been.
Warning: This book is about male gay wolf shifters. Although set in a BDSM club there are no actual scenes of BDSM in this particular title. However there are scenes of M/M sex. If this is not something you are into then this book is not for you
God, Pearson felt so good in his arms. Dante dropped his head slightly so it rested on his mate’s thick, dark hair. It felt so soft against his skin and Dante fought the urge to revel in it – bury his nose in it and never come out. He took a deep breath, savoring Pearson’s smell – the man smelled of aged oak, stepped in fine whiskey and it was intoxicating. But there was something else there – blood. Pearson’s blood.
Pulling back, Dante looked down at Pearson and noticed the smudge of blood on his cheek.
“You’re hurt,” he said, worry lacing his tone. “Let me see.”
Pearson appeared to be ignoring him, because the man had now decided licking up his neck was an appropriate thing to do. While Dante moaned softly as his mate’s tongue licked a soft trail from his neck, to that really sensitive spot right under his chin, he forced himself to ignore the jolts of lust that were running through his body. His cock was so damned hard it hurt, and Dante could tell from where he was sitting, that Pearson was in the same way. It would be so easy to just give in. Dante had never felt so safe, so warm and so damned horny in his life. But no. Pearson was hurt, and Dante needed to tend to that.
“Pearson, stop,” Dante said firmly. When Pearson raised his head and looked into his eyes, Dante felt himself falling. Falling for a man who didn’t trust him. That thought blasted through Dante like a bucket of cold water and he ignored his aching cock and focused instead on the blood he could smell.
“You’re hurt, Pearson. I can smell the blood. Tell me what happened. Where are you hurt?”
“It’s nothing,” Pearson said in his deep velvet voice. Pearson lifted one of his hands from where it had held fast around Dante’s waist, and held it up so Dante could see. Smudges of blood, chipped skin and inflamed knuckles decorated the back of Pearson’s hand. Dante reached behind him and pulled out Pearson’s other hand to see it was in a similar state.
“What the hell where you punching?” Dante couldn’t smell any other person or wolf on Pearson, for which his own wolf was grateful.
When Dante’s lips touched his, Pearson’s body electrified as a gamut of feelings ran through him. Nothing could quell the moan that escaped from his lips – lips that were gently being explored and caressed with an expertise Pearson had never experienced before. Something he could easily become addicted to. Given Dante’s Alpha status, and the want that Pearson could feel vibrating through his mate’s body, he had expected the claiming to be hard, fast and brutal.
Dante was taking his time – savoring every touch, every whimper that escaped Pearson’s lips. Without removing his mouth from Pearson’s, the man had wiggled them both so Pearson’s legs were on either side of Dante’s. As the kiss intensified, Dante slid his tongue into Pearson’s mouth as his body pushed Pearson to lie flat on the floor, their bodies meeting flawlessly chest to hip. Pearson might be taller than Dante by a few inches, but lying like this, they formed a perfect match. Unable to help himself, Pearson’s hands slipped under Dante’s t-shirt, craving the smooth skin and large expanse of muscles below. Dante’s muscles rippled under his touch and suddenly Dante sat up, ripping his own shirt from his back, before quickly unbuttoning and disposing of Pearson’s.
Then he just sat there, his legs straddling Pearson’s hips, his chest heaving. Dante sat there like a statue, staring at his mate’s bare chest, his fingers idly tracing Pearson’s muscles.
“Fuck, you look incredible,” he whispered.
“And I’m all yours. Only yours, my mate,” Pearson responded just as quietly, unsure what Dante was thinking, but reluctant to break the spell.
But his words seemed to spark something primal in Dante. His eyes glowing with the presence of his wolf, Dante moved just enough to rip Pearson’s trousers from his body and then Pearson’s cock was engulfed in a hot warm mouth and it was all he could do not to scream in pleasure.