Hidden Wolves book 2.5
This is a Hidden Wolves short story 2.5. It follows, and contains spoilers for, Unexpected Demands - Hidden Wolves Book 2.
Werewolf packs traditionally stay aloof from one another, but gossip still spreads like wildfire. Whispers and rumors about Simon and his mate-bonded male lover, and the pack's experiences with human were-hunters, are still making the rounds. Aaron, the Alpha of Minneapolis West, would love to see his pack's fame fade into the past. But the arrival of two strange wolves makes it clear that for some outsiders, his pack is still considered a pariah, or a threat. For others, it has unwanted appeal.
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Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Alpha Character, Coming Out / Closeted, Forbidden Love, Hurt / Comfort, Opposites Attract
Word Count: 34000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Aaron got off the bed and came to stand beside Zach, staring down at him. He reached out a long, elegant finger and swiped a drip of cum off Zach's ear. Zach watched through his one open eye. There was nothing more gorgeous in all the world than Aaron Tremaine, muscled and dark and supremely, confidently naked, looking down at him with the heat of possession in his eyes. Aaron raised his hand to his own mouth, slowly licked the droplet off his finger, and the salt-slick taste spread between them over the wide-open bond. Then he reached back down... and gave Zach's ear a sharp flick. “Rise and shine. No time to waste.”READ MORE
Zach jerked his head away and rolled over. A moment ago he'd have said he wouldn't be able to move for at least an hour, but Aaron's command and his own curiosity were working wonders. He waved a hand at Aaron. Aaron gave it a pro-forma glare, but then gripped his wrist and pulled him up to a sitting position. And instead of letting go, he raised Zach's wrist to his mouth and pressed lips and tongue to it. Zach shuddered in a wholly involuntary response.
Ignoring the ache in his well-fucked ass, he slid to the edge of the bed and swung his legs out. “So what do you think Michael wants?”
Aaron frowned, and Zach felt the bond between them thin slightly. “You know what I know.”
“Which is sweet F- all.”
“Pretty much.” Aaron sighed. “We'll meet him in an hour, and find out. At least, I'll meet him. You only will if you get your cute ass into the shower and scrub well. Use the herbal soap.”
“Yes, oh my lord and master,” Zach quipped as he stood.
Aaron used the loose grip he still had on Zach's wrist to haul him in for a long, hard kiss. “And don't you forget it. Get clean.”
Zach really wanted to linger under the water, enjoying the heat on abused muscles, and the way the shower brought the scents of Aaron's body to his nose. But he was a werewolf, which meant those muscles would be fine very soon on their own, and he'd been with Aaron long enough to know that the threat of being left behind was a real one. He scrubbed up quickly, wrinkling his nose at the eucalyptus and rosemary of the soap. By the time he was done, he smelled like a health-food store, and not like the guy the supposedly-straight pack Alpha was fucking. At least the condom had helped some - his skin and hair were easier to clean than the inside of his ass. Mission accomplished.
He toweled off fast, ran to his room for a T-shirt and jeans, and hurried down the stairs. Aaron was just tying his second shoe, keys to his Hummer in hand. Zach shoved his feet into his sneakers without bothering with laces and gave Aaron a bright grin. “Ready.”
The April sunshine as they pulled out of the garage made him squint, so he turned his eyes toward Aaron instead. The Alpha drove the same way he did everything else, with a smooth easy confidence that looked almost ordinary, until it needed to become something else. The same way he fucked too. Zach squirmed in his seat, pressing down to enjoy the fading ache in his butt.
“Still sore?” Aaron asked without glancing his way.
“Not sore enough.”
“Some other time.” Aaron's mouth quirked in a tiny smile of anticipation. “Now quit fidgeting. You're being annoying.”
They turned westward, heading out of the Twin Cities toward North Dakota. Not that they planned to hit the state line, but still the scenery was pretty much flat and boring already, suburban tract housing springing up between flat fields and clumps of oak and poplar. As they got further out, the houses became smaller and more weathered, spread apart and surrounded by outbuildings. The fields expanded, brown and bare with plowing, or fuzzed green with the early spring plantings.
Aaron's cell phone beeped, and he frowned. At the next dirt road he pulled over, checked a text message and pressed speed dial to make a call.
“Yes, Alpha?” The deference in Mark's voice was clear to Zach's acute hearing.
“Just a heads-up, Second. Here are the coordinates for this meeting.” Aaron recited a GPS location.
“Do you want me to send back-up?”
“No. I still trust Michael. But you should know where we are, if anything blows up.”
“I don't like it.”
“I know. I'll call when we're done.”
Mark said just a bit louder, knowing Zach would hear him, “Zach, you watch the Alpha's back, you hear me?”
Aaron snapped, “The day I need that, you can just go ahead and bury me.”
“With due respect, Alpha,” Mark ground out, “No one has eyes in the back of their head, not even you.”
“I'm on it,” Zach said, clearly enough to carry over Aaron's cell.
Aaron gave him a cool look, but just said, “Later, Mark,” and hung up.COLLAPSE