Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Jax
The new pup
“Babe. You listening to me?”
I turn. “Huh?”
“Fucker. You weren’t.” Shawn wears a playful smirk. “What’s up?”
“Just got a call from Davis.” I’m thinking about that call because I wasn’t expecting this development after spending the day eagerly anticipating date night with my mate.
Shawn’s brow furrows. “Date night just got fucked, didn’t it?”
“Sorry.”
He rolls his eyes and drops onto the sofa. “What happened?”
I quickly relay what Davis told me about the stray pup who walked into his feed store, and Shawn’s irritation transforms to concern.
“So now what?”
“I’ll call Todd and see if he has room. If not, Davis said he’d figure something out short-term. He has the impression it’d be safer to stash this pup in a non-public-facing role for now. Until we get to know him better and we figure out if the pack wants him.”
“Any idea who he is?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. He’s a wolf. Young. Only twenty-five. A gay omega.” Which is almost always a redundancy, because most male omegas are gay. At least the canines almost always are, and the only male omegas I’ve met from other species are gay.
I know that’s not the largest or most accurate cross-section of the population, but that’s been my experience.
“I haven’t heard of any recent shunnings from my sources,” Shawn says. “Let me guess, Davis is dying to fuck him?”
I snort. “Since when is Davis not dying to fuck someone?”
“I’m surprised Chaz hasn’t locked a chastity cage on him.”
“He tried it once, remember?” I sit next to him on the couch. “Made Davis hornier. Chaz said Davis was bending over and dropping trou everywhere in front of him. Chaz finally gave up and gave in.”
“Fuuuuck, that’s right.”
“That’s why Wallace and Soliz love working for him part-time. They spend a chunk of their shifts getting railed over Davis’ desk. Everyone’s a winner.”
“He does have a nice cock.” Shawn grins. “I remember the first time he fucked me at initiation I saw stars.”
I laugh and pull him in for a kiss. “He had you speaking in tongues, baby. Lucky I pinged on you as my mate when I first laid eyes on you or you’d be getting spit-roasted by him and Chaz every night.”
“There are worse fates,” Shawn teases back. “Seems I remember you looking a little possessive when Chaz and Davis took turns with me.”
“A little?” I snort. “Why do you think I fucked Davis while he was fucking you the third time? He might be Chaz’s mate but I reminded him who’s Alpha in this pack.”
“He does have a fuckable ass,” Shawn said.
“Yeah, he does.” I also remember Shawn took a turn fucking Davis, while Chaz had Davis fluffing his cock, and I took that opportunity to put another load in Shawn’s ass.
We both sigh. “That was a fun night,” Shawn said. He tips his head back and looks me in the eyes. “You’re going to fuck me while I fuck him for the first time, aren’t you?”
“The new pup?”
“If he joins.”
I grin. “Of course I will, baby.” I nuzzle his nose.
“Always going to remind you who your Alpha is.” I slide a hand between his thighs and squeeze, finding his erection already pressing against his jeans.
“You get too cocky with me and you’ll find yourself wearing a chastity cage.
Add one of those locking butt plugs, so all you can do is give blow jobs until you beg me nice enough. ”
From how he squirms I know my omega coyote mate will be so horny by the time we finish this unexpected errand that he’ll forgive me for postponing date night.
If Todd can play with him tonight, that is. Otherwise, Shawn might still curse my name.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll behave.”
“You’d better.” I grab him by the throat and kiss him. “Because if you don’t, I won’t let Todd play with you.”
He whimpers, making my cock throb. “I’ll be good, sir,” he whispers.
Anyone who doesn’t know my mate’s an omega would never suspect he has this side. To anyone else, especially to humans, Shawn appears as big and tough as any other guy.
Only I get the soft, gooey side of him, and that’s just the way I love him.
Besides, it’s hot as hell watching Todd play with him. That elk is something else.
And he’s cunningly evil with a milking machine.
Fortunately for Shawn and the new mystery pup, Todd’s not only available tonight, but he also has room to take on a farmhand, as well as an extra room where the kid can stay.
I drive us out to the remote meeting place we use for these interviews. It’s on a remote wooded property the pack owns.
Davis has been the first contact dozens of times, mostly because of his store’s location. He’s yet to be wrong when he reports a favorable first impression.
It’s rare someone who leaves him with an unfavorable impression gets as far as meeting me. The few times that’s happened, I concurred and we moved them along elsewhere.
While it’s muggy thanks to the earlier afternoon downpour, there’s enough of a breeze that it’s cooled off in these thick woods, and it smells beautiful. I wish we had time to shift and run for a while tonight.
Except I’m certain Shawn wouldn’t be on board with that. Now that he knows we’re going to Todd’s—and I didn’t tell him more than that—I’m certain he’s hopeful he’ll get a little playtime with the elk shifter.
When Davis arrives, I watch the kid climb out and look around.
He’s practically a twink but Davis has already ascertained the pup is over 21.
Three times in the last twenty years that I’ve been the pack Alpha, we’ve had literal kids show up.
One had just turned 17, one was 14, and one was 15.
Obviously, they didn’t get initiated the way adults do.
They first lived with packmates to attend school.
The deal offered to them was they had to live under their host family’s rules and meet with me regularly to go over their schoolwork and other mundane issues.
The Pack picked up the expenses. Then they had to attend some sort of secondary school—trade school, community college, state college, didn’t matter what—on the pack’s dime.
Once they graduated, they sat down with me and the other Alphas for a discussion.
Because they weren’t born into the pack they needed to undergo initiation, but obviously not with anyone from their host families. Or, they could join one of the affiliated packs, where they hadn’t grown up, and then return after at least a year and go through a truncated initiation process.
Over the years, with our members migrating back and forth between our little found-family packs, and with more kids being born into them, it’s nearly as good as a blood connection in terms of scent.
We don’t offer that same deal to adults who show up because with the stray kids—well, they’re kids, for fuck’s sake.
My father instituted that policy when he first started the pack.
Of the approximately four dozen unaccompanied minors who’ve made their way to our territory over the last hundred years, it’s worked out fine.
Instead of joining, they can make their way out into the world with a small nest egg courtesy of the pack, and that’s it. We’ve yet had any opt to walk away once they arrived, although some did relocate to other packs, especially if they fell in love there.
We have family-friendly events—cookouts, softball, runs.
When kids spend time with us they become familiar to the pack in a way newly arrived adults without a mate bond can’t.
Newly arrived adults usually smell strongly of their birth pack.
If they’re going to fit in, they must be initiated.
It also prevents territoriality issues from accidentally cropping up.
The pup’s adorable. Twenty-five, with grey eyes and blond hair that’s dyed that way. A little bit of darker scruff dusting on his cheeks. Runner’s body. Maybe 5’-10” and around 180. Lips that would look gorgeous sucking cock or being kissed all night.
If he isn’t pinged on as a mate, I’m willing to bet he ends up a very popular roommate with the single gammas and omegas.
I mean, a thickly cloying smell of desire washes off him, and I’m also willing to bet it’s due to whatever he and Davis talked about. The kid realizes he’s safe and has a chance to start a new life, meaning biology not related to survival takes over.
Another reason we wait a few weeks before officially extending offers to join the pack. To let hormones settle and brains drop back into heads.
The meeting goes quickly and Mal eagerly takes a knee.
Minutes later, his bike and scant belongings are loaded in my truck, the kid’s riding in the backseat, and it takes everything I have not to stop, bend Shawn over the tailgate, and fuck him right now.
I bet Shawn’s got a wet spot in his briefs from his cock leaking, no doubt due to the energy from the new pup.
My only concern is Mal’s father, Randolph Sterling, and what kind of trouble he might want to cause if he learns we’ve offered Mal sanctuary.
Yet another reason to do this per protocol. I’m responsible for the pack and, as cold as it sounds, I’ll side with them over a new pup every time.
Todd walks out as we drive up and park next to his garage. “Evening, sir,” he says, the formality unnecessary, but I appreciate him setting a good example for the pup.
Todd’s brown gaze hungrily sweeps the kid’s body in a way I suspect means once the waiting period’s over, he’ll want to spend quality time with Mal strapped down and wound up.
We talk for a couple of minutes before helping Mal move his things into the one-room efficiency apartment against the back of Todd’s garage.
There’s a double bed, a bathroom, a small table and two chairs, along with a small fridge, hot plate, microwave, and sink.
Not fancy, but it’s clean and has heat and AC, and a small TV.
As Mal takes it in I think he might burst into tears. “This—this is amazing, thank you!”
Shawn smirks. “Don’t thank him yet. Wait until initiation.”
Todd snorts. “What he said.”
“I promise I’ll work my ass off,” Mal says. “Whatever you need me to do.”
“Tomorrow morning,” Todd says, “knock on the back door at 5:30 and I’ll feed you breakfast before we get started.
Tonight you should rest. If you need to do laundry, the washer and dryer are on the sun porch, where the back door is.
Help yourself and ask me if you don’t understand how to work the machines.
I stocked sodas and bottled water and snacks in the fridge for you.
” He points. “We’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow night after work. ”
The kid rapidly nods, blinking back tears.
I reach over and grip Mal’s shoulder, gently squeezing, waiting until he meets my gaze.
“We take care of our own as long as they do their fair share. When packmates get old or hurt, we still take care of them. No one starves, no one goes without. It means we protect our members. But we require loyalty to the pack.”
He nods again. “Yes, sir.”
“Always ask questions if you’re uncertain about something, whether it’s about work, or the pack, or being an omega—anything. You said you’re a plumber?”
He nods. “But I’ll do anything.”
“Give it a few days here. If it’s not working out, tell Todd and he’ll get in touch with me and we’ll arrange another job.”
“And I might look scary,” Todd says, “but as much as I might joke about wanting to bounce you around on my dick, I consider you off-limits until initiation.” He glances at me, the hunger in his gaze familiar, unmistakable. “I just hope that’s soon.”
I give the pup’s shoulder a final squeeze and release him. “I mean, if you feel like introducing him to the fun room before then to help him bleed off some tension, I’m okay with you hooking him up and letting him blow you. If he wants.”
Todd’s “fun room” is aptly named.
Shawn softly whines where he’s standing behind me, and I glance back. “Oh, did I say the magic words, mate?”
He nods.
“The ‘fun room’?” Mal asks.
“Not for you for tonight,” I tell him. “Settle in and get a good night’s sleep.”
We leave the pup and, once the door’s closed behind us, Todd’s brown eyes glitter with evilly eager glee. “Sir, respectfully, may I ask your permission to play with your omega?”
I laugh. “I insist on you playing with him tonight, if you’re both in the mood to play.”
“Oh, thank the Goddess!” Shawn whispers, making me and Todd burst out laughing.
Todd leads the way from the house down the familiar path leading into the woods.
Okay, my own cock’s hard, too.
“Appreciate you coming over tonight, sir,” Todd says. He’s 6’-9”, huge, barrel-chested, with reddish brown hair. He looks like the human iteration of his elk self, minus a rack in human form.
“The appreciation is mine.” Todd and I enjoy knowing this is driving Shawn’s lust even higher. “And if there are any issues with the new pup, call me, day or night.”
“I hope you meant it about hooking him up to a milker,” Todd says. “Because if that kid stays smelling that horny while he’s here I might owe you a public apology and let you discipline me for fucking him before initiation.”
“That won’t be a problem,” I say, “because I think we can work out an amicable alternative. Can’t we, Shawn? After all, you’ll need to drive the pup around for introductions. It’d be rude not to help Todd relieve his tension since he’s being a gracious host for the pack.”
I giggle watching Shawn swallow as he stumbles. “Yes, sir,” he gasps. I have a feeling Shawn will sleep damned well tonight.
“That’s very kind of you, sir,” Todd says. Despite him walking in front of me, I can hear the smile creasing my best friend’s face. “Very kind indeed.”