Chapter 9 #2
Hell, when I was a kid I once watched Dad take down an asshole Alpha who tried to start trouble while Pops was away on pack business.
Dad knocked him clean out with one punch before anyone else could react.
When the guy came to he was surrounded by several enraged Alphas, and even more enraged pack members who weren’t Alphas, who literally handed him his balls while Dad quickly hustled me out of there and took me home.
I’ll never forget the night I met Shawn.
I was 30 and he was 55. When Shawn stepped out of Davis’ truck the scent hit me almost immediately.
I ran over, grabbed him by the throat, and licked his cheek as I inhaled.
His knees unhinged and he eagerly attacked my fly with trembling hands before I remembered we were being watched by Pops, Dad, and Davis.
My father looked amused. “Mate bond, son?”
“Yes,” I’d growled. I felt Shawn doing his best to tip his head back to show me his throat even as I had a grip on it.
“Then hands off him and let him answer,” Pops ordered, his Alpha tone brooking zero resistance. In times like that, I always addressed him as Father. Pops was for in private, or at home.
Reluctantly, I peeled my fingers off Shawn and stepped back while Shawn clung to me.
Then Father told Shawn what he’d have to do and asked Shawn if he wanted to join the pack.
Shawn pledged his allegiance, asked to be my mate, and then I fucked a load down his throat.
When I hardened again almost immediately, I shredded his clothes off him and mounted and fucked him right there on his hands and knees in the grass, biting him and putting my mark on him.
Because Father knew it’d be damned near impossible to make me and Shawn wait, he called an emergency gathering of Alphas to hold Shawn’s initiation that night.
To Shawn’s credit, knowing I was the pack Alpha’s son and next in line to be pack Alpha, he volunteered to go through a full initiation even though he was offered an exception because of our mate bond.
Father expedited the timeline. I didn’t even have time to process how I felt about him and Dad taking their turns with him, because then the twelve Alphas who were immediately available started taking their turns.
Following that, I ordered Shawn to shift, as did I, and I knotted him for the first time.
The next few days were a whirlwind of fucking and orgasms until we were finally able to collapse for several days and get to know each other.
And then the wedding.
I don’t regret a single second of our lives together, except that we didn’t meet sooner. He’s the perfect man for me. While I worried I might have jealousy issues, a talk with Father helped me frame it.
“If he enjoyed bowling,” Father said, “would you begrudge him joining a bowling league? Going to do it without you?”
I hate bowling almost as much as I hate golf and Father knows this. “No, of course not.”
“Would you begrudge him spending time with new bowlers and teaching them?”
“No.” I sensed he was trying to get to the point quickly before my balls got the better of me and he lost my attention when I sought Shawn to empty them.
“Would you begrudge him spending time with more experienced bowlers to teach him?”
“No.”
“Competing in tournaments?”
I grumbled. “No, no, no, I wouldn’t begrudge any of that.”
This was one of the few times in my adult life I witnessed my father gentle, vulnerable.
“Okay, then. You have a mate bond. His heart is yours. But you have an active choice—you can tell him he isn’t allowed to fuck around with anyone else.
As his mate and his Alpha, that is your prerogative.
But you’ll also be the pack Alpha one day.
Already, you participate in initiations.
Not very fair to make him stand by watching you do that, is it?
Or making special rules for him only because he’s your mate? ”
I grudgingly shook my head. “No, it wouldn’t be fair.
” A thought hit me. “Especially when, as my mate, he should participate, too, if he wants to.” Dad nearly always participated in initiations if Father did, too.
There were common exceptions, such as if they’d known the person since they were a minor, where my parents opted out but supervised the ceremony.
No different than the exceptions offered to others in similar situations.
Father touched his nose and pointed at me.
“What I’ve personally witnessed is when partners focus on their hearts and bond and love, the fucking honestly doesn’t matter as long as there’s honesty and communication.
And the understanding that you will speak up if there’s an issue.
If you say okay, please don’t fuck X because you’re not fond of them, that’s it.
Or make a rule that only certain people are in bounds for certain activities.
Ask him what he thinks is fair. He might want you to have tight control over him in that way—some omegas love that.
They enjoy that kind of control, where a beta or gamma would likely want to rip your head off after a few weeks of you trying to micromanage them.
Or he might only want to participate if you’re present.
Ask him what he wants. And keep the lines of communication open.
“However, I will warn you that you’ve never been the partner to an omega in a mating heat.
I know you’ve resisted discussing personal specifics between me and Dad, but let me tell you something—your dad in a mating heat could just about kill me if I didn’t have help.
Now, in our early days together, he enjoyed having more freedom, more choices.
Now that we’re both older, he prefers that anything we do, we do it together.
There have even been times he’s been tired and I was horny and he called around and we visited someone so I could burn off some energy.
And there were times I was exhausted and he needed something so I made a few calls.
When everything was said and done, you know what we did, nearly every time? ”
I shook my head.
“We came home, hit the shower, and snuggled. Sometimes we curled up together in the hot tub. We talked. If either of us felt jealous for any reason during the encounter, we talked about it and came up with ways to figure out how to avoid it in the future. But we always validate each other’s feelings. ”
“I gotta tell you, I’m not used to this soft and squishy side of you.”
He grinned. “Yeah, well, the reason you’re standing here is my soft and squishy side.
I was terrified to become a father and your dad talked me into it.
Begged me. Promised me that the pack would surround and support us and that I wouldn’t fuck up our world or you.
And when you were born, the first time I held you and looked into your eyes, that became the happiest day of my life, eclipsing all others before it. ”
“What had been the happiest day before that?” I asked.
He smiled. “The day I met your dad.”
Todd pre-stages lube and towels and other goodies before patting the frame. “Mount up, slut, so you can get mounted.”
Todd is the only person besides me allowed to talk to Shawn like that.
Hell, Shawn would probably drop out of his headspace and clock anyone else who talked to him like that.
A thin stream of pre-cum leaks from Shawn’s cock as he scrambles onto the frame.
My mate can absolutely be a fantastic top and fuck the brains out of someone, and I love that about him.
But I love even more that he allows himself to be vulnerable like this even outside of mating heats, and relishes the sweet fog of pleasure.
Todd straps Shawn to the frame, lightly slapping his ass before he starts cranking the legs apart and spreading Shawn’s thighs wide open to give Todd the best access.
“Say your safeword, pup,” Todd sternly orders.
Shawn’s voice already sounds slurred. “Red.”
“Good job.” He pats Shawn’s ass. “Tell me what’s next.”
“Green, please!” He sighs, trying to writhe against his restraints. “Green-green-green.”
Todd grabs a cock strap and makes quick work tightening it around Shawn’s cock and balls, and adds a jelly cock ring for extra insurance. Then he squirts some creamy goo into his gloved hand and reaches under Shawn, stroking his cock and making my mate moan and jerk against the restraints.
“Might want to shove a cock in his mouth,” Todd says. “He’s gonna get loud.”
“Excellent.” I quickly figure out the adjustments on the seat and position it so Shawn’s head is between my thighs and my cock is stuffed down his throat. As Shawn moans again, I cup the back of his head and grab a fistful of hair. “Settle in, baby. You wanted this—you got it.”
His moans vibrate through my cock and now I’m wishing I’d thought to grab my favorite nipple clamps to wear.
Todd uses a disposable lube syringe to fill Shawn’s ass, then hesitates and looks at me, his meaning clear.
“Might as well,” I say. “Won’t have to interrupt play.”
He smiles and grabs another one, turning and bending over so I can watch him lube himself. He has a gorgeous ass. I should know, I’ve fucked it enough times over the years.
Then he stages extra condoms, just in case.
The small milking machine, one made for goats, is right there, and he grabs the end and gets it ready.
I look into Shawn’s face and the blissfully needy desire nearly makes me pop. “Oooh, he’s getting ready to hook you up. What’d we go, thirty minutes the last time before I let you loose?”
His whining moan is meant to be an affirmative, making Todd and me laugh.
“You’re fucked now, slut,” Todd says.
I cradle Shawn’s head in both hands while Todd fits the end of the milker over Shawn’s cock and hits the switch.
Shawn moans around my cock, his hips frantically trying to fuck the device as Todd quickly rolls on a condom and fucks him.
I settle back, my teeth gritted as I try to hold back my orgasm. I suspect the cream Todd rubbed on Shawn’s cock was a numbing lube, which is mean and will keep Shawn from coming sooner, and make it more difficult for him to have multiple orgasms.
“How many you got in you tonight, you think?” I ask Todd.
He grins at me. “Probably three. Been a couple of days.”
“Then I’ll fuck you after you have your second one,” I say, moving Shawn’s mouth slowly up and down my cock. “After I get at least one. So I can last longer.”
Todd’s grin widens. “I was hoping you would.”