Chapter 61 #2
“I want to give Mal at least another twenty minutes. It’ll take Jax about twenty to get here.” He’s still massaging Mal’s ass.
Mal’s eyes are closed while he struggles to rock his hips in time with what Shaw’s doing.
“It should take less than thirty minutes for things to begin kicking in once I drink my mixes,” Shawn says.
“So I’ll wait until we have Jax trussed up to do that.
” He slaps Mal’s ass again. “That way, once we start running, hopefully I can keep up with Mal and still have enough sense left to divert Jax. But he needs to think I mean it when I tell him I’m going to fuck Mal before he does. ”
“Do you really think he’ll believe it?”
“All I know is that I, above anyone else, know how to poke that bear. Eh, poke that wolf.” He walks around Mal and plays with his nipples again. A fine sheen of sweat covers Mal’s body, and I want to lick it off him.
Shawn appraises me. “You can start playing with him, touching him, but leave his cock alone and don’t stick your hand up his ass. You’re too good at making me come like that, so I’m guessing you probably can make him come like that, too.”
Finally, something to laugh about. “Can’t help it, I’m an overachiever.”
I walk over and, finally, can put my hands on my mate. I lick from his waist all the way up his back, to the nape of his neck, where I gently nibble. Then around to his right ear, where I nip the shell and let out a low rumble. “You’d better run fast, baby, if you want my cock in you first.”
He whines. The entire frame shakes as he thrashes against his restraints.
Shawn cups Mal’s chin in his hand. “I don’t know, Todd. Maybe I should claim -ack Alpha mate privileges and fuck him before you.”
Mal jerks his head away, but he can’t go far. Instead, he tries to turn his head to look at me.
“Good luck with that,” I tell him, trying to stay in character. “This pup is mine.”
“We’ll see about that,” Shawn says. “Maybe I will help Jax get him first.”
The wild energy vibrating off Mal simultaneously terrifies and awes me. I lean in and kiss Shawn, right in front of Mal, and he stretches, trying to take part in it.
So I kiss Mal, and I don’t risk trying to reach out to him mentally. Not that I think he’s even capable of comprehending, much less responding.
We tease and torment him as the puddle under him grows, both from pre-cum and from how wet he is that it’s dripping down the backs of his thighs and onto the floor.
Finally, Shawn nods to me. “Text Davis to get Jax heading over, and to tell the safety team to wrap up final prep and prepare to stage at base once Jax is inside.”
While I do that, Shawn walks over to the back door, the one leading out to where the hot tub is, and unlocks it so the guys who will help us keep Jax restrained can quietly enter while we distract him. Jax has the door code for the front door and will enter through that door.
The thick tow straps are positioned under the frame.
Our helpers will swoop in and help us wrap them around Jax.
Then they’ll hold the looped ends and put their full weight into it so there’s no slack.
Jax won’t have any leverage to get free or shift when bound like that.
And when Mal, Shawn, and I head outside to get started, we’ll leave that door open so that when they drop the straps and run, they’ll have time to get out of his way and behind one of the safety crew with a tranq gun well before he can free himself.
I’ve already practiced with the chain. I used a threaded link to make a small loop in one end to run the free end through, so it’s basically a chain lasso.
I only need a second to drop it over his head and yank it tight around his arms, then Shawn and I can call for help to get Jax on the frame.
And I have the cattle prod in easy reach in case we need the extra help to take him by surprise.
That’s if we’re lucky and everything goes according to plan.
I receive a text message from Davis a few minutes later.
ETA 10. Safety team in place, radio check completed. Going dark.
I tell Shawn, and he nods. He leaves me to keep teasing Mal while he goes to the mats and stretches. “Part of me wants to joke I’m getting too old for this shit,” he says, “but the rest of me hopes that’s not true.”
I’m not an idiot. I know what he means. He’s worried about every heat that goes by that he doesn’t catch means it’s less of a chance of him having a baby.
When I hear Jax drive up and park, my entire body tenses. Having planned and practiced is one thing, but doing this is totally alien to me. I’ve never had to do something like this before. Especially not to Jax.
Shawn returns to Mal. “Get the chain ready,” he says. He starts kissing Mal, and that’s the sight that greets Jax when I hear the door lock beep and he opens it.
I sense the safety team just outside the back door. When Jax heads towards Shawn, I jump him from behind.
I worried he’d shove out of the chain and it’d be around his neck, but somehow I get it down as far as around his elbows and pull it tight as Shawn jumps up to help me.
“What the fuck?” Jax yells, and his surprise is real, thank the Goddess.
“Time for something new,” Shawn says as he helps me wrestle Jax over to the other frame.
Five minutes later, Jax is roaring, but firmly strapped down. The safety team made a snap decision to use four guys instead of two, and it’s a damned good thing because now I’m not certain two could’ve held him.
Shawn and I exchange a glance, and he walks over to the mat and grabs his stuff.
Praying Jax doesn’t hate me on the other end of this, I walk over to my best friend and thump him right in the middle of his forehead before I stoop in front of him, eye-to-eye, challenging him with my gaze in a way I never have before.
Not unless I was the one strapped down and he was in this position, which is kinda why I do it under those circumstances.
“I’m thinking there’s going to be a new world order,” I say. “I know you usually have the right as pack Alpha to start initiations, but no way in hell am I letting you fuck that pup first.
Jax and Mal are both thrashing in their bonds now, Mal out of fear and Jax out of rage. I’m not certain how much of his rage is real or concocted, but then Shawn steps over and squats next to me.
“I kind of like the idea, Jax,” he says, staring him dead-ass in the eyes without blinking.
He shakes one of the tumblers in front of him.
“But I think I like the idea even more of me getting to fuck a pup first for a change. And then let Todd fuck me while I’m doing it instead of you.
” He grabs me by the shirt and pulls me in, kissing me with lots of tongue, inches in front of Jax.
I can feel Jax’s breath as he rants and rages at us.
Then Shawn pops the top on the first tumbler, and that’s when I see his mask slip as he nearly gags while chugging it. But he immediately opens the second one, this one sort of orange-looking, and chugs it, too.
He sets them aside and grabs a bottle of water. “Todd, why don’t you show Jax what a cock that’s about to fuck his mate looks like?”
I guess that’s my cue to strip. I try to ignore what Jax is saying, because yeah, we’ve dropped him into Alpha mode in a scary-easy way, and I know he doesn’t mean half of what he’s saying right now.
To be fair, most of what he’s saying is not coming out as intelligible words, but roaring growls and snarls that probably sound like speech in his mind.
Shawn gulps down what I think is mint hot tea and then drops to his knees in front of me and swallows my cock.
Ironically, I’m not nearly as stiff right now as I was earlier, and I know that’s due in no small part to my best friend absolutely fucking losing his goddamned mind right now, mere inches from us.
I try to put on a show, though. I grab Shawn’s head and slowly fuck his mouth, all while looking Jax in the eyes. “Yeah, I think I like the idea of giving you my sloppy seconds, Jax.”
Meanwhile, I’m trying to keep an eye on Mal, who, bless his heart, is also about to lose his shit. A mix of fear and lust all wrapped up in one mindless ball of raw nerve endings in need of soothing.
Shawn pulls off my cock and leans in close to Jax. “Maybe Todd can fuck me until I catch, since you don’t want to.”
Daaaamn. He wasn’t kidding that he could rile Jax up.
Shawn crawls over to Mal, showing Jax his ass as he does, and then he gets up on his knees and kisses Mal.
I know I’m the only one with my brain still firmly in my head, but I hope to fucking hell this works because I damn sure know I cannot do this again, even though I know it’s all just a fucking act!
And I know Jax, somewhere deep in his logic brain, when he comes out of it, will also be fine with this because it’s part of the act.
It just… It feels wrong to be gigging my best friend, my pack Alpha, like this.
Shawn’s still kissing Mal, keeping him distracted, when I sense a shift in his energy. Shawn sits up, his pupils big, and he stares at me. “Big finish,” he says. “This is kicking in faster than I thought.”
Oh, fuck me.
I walk over to Jax and grab him by the hair and yank his head up. “Time for me to fuck some omegas.”
And then I spit in his face.
Hey, not my idea. Shawn told me that if Jax wasn’t already fully gone, that would do it.
And from the roar of rage in response, and the look of fear on the safety crew’s faces, I’d say Jax is gone.
Shawn stands and grabs me, kissing me hard, and I’m not sure how much of it’s real or an act at this point. “Free Mal’s cock, then start unstrapping him.” He walks over to Jax while I start doing that, and I tune out the taunts he’s tossing at Jax as I race to free Mal.
Shawn keeps glancing back, checking my progress. Once the last strap is unfastened, Shawn swoops in and grabs Mal by the hair before he can get away and drags him over to Jax, forcing Mal to his knees.
“Get a look at him, Jax, because this is the last you’ll see of him until he’s been well-fucked.” Then he slaps Mal’s ass, hard. “Time to have some fun, pup.”
He practically drags Mal out the back door. I realize what he’s doing, because we don’t want Mal shifting until we know he’s on the course.
And I can’t shift inside and get out of the building.
I spot two safety guys standing back in the trees, one holding a tranq gun at the ready.
Shawn drags Mal over to a large pink painted circle, with a clear arrow pointing the way, and pink safety tape on either side of the starting chute for twenty feet on either side.
He shoves Mal down to the ground and grabs the back of his neck. “Pink paint. Cones. Shift, pup.”
Mal does, and Shawn looks back at me as he keeps hold of Mal’s scruff. “Shift and bugle. Make it look good, and make it fucking loud.”
I do, pawing the ground for good measure.
Shawn shakes his head. I sense he’s barely hanging on.
“Drop them!” he yells, and he slaps Mal on the ass to get him moving.
Shawn immediately shifts and takes off after him.
I glance over where the four guys have literally dove out the door and are streaking for cover behind the guy with the tranq gun.
Jax roars inside the barn. I give it another two seconds before I paw the ground again, bugle, and take off after Mal and Shawn.
I hope Mal isn’t too far gone to follow the trail. I thought I’d marked it really well, but I didn’t take into account that he’s never run one before. Not in a mating heat, at least, and not the way we run and mark them, either.
Ahead of me, I see Mal try to veer off-course. Shawn body-slams him, biting at his heels to steer him back onto the trail. Behind me, I hear Jax howl, meaning he’s now free and shifted.
I pour on speed, closing my gap between Mal and Shawn to less than fifteen yards, Shawn having to course-correct Mal two more times before we’re even halfway to the clearing.
Now if I can just make it there before Jax. Because with the final goal almost in sight, my cock hardens and I focus on the only thing that matters—fucking my mate.