stiffened Kevin’s back, made him arch up and up into Jonah’s sweet mouth even as he clawed at the

cushions of the settee. His fingernails easily sliced the butter-soft leather.

Jonah smiled up at him before letting him go. “You taste good, Golden Eyes,” Jonah said, and Kevin tried

to correct him, tried to explain that his name was Kevin, not Golden Eyes, but Jonah had started licking

along his perineum, sucking at his asshole, and when Jonah finally pierced him with two fingers, making a

delightful come-hither gesture and stroking the inside of his body, Kevin had to bite back the need to

scream.

What came out instead was a whimper, then a yelp. The others were watching him, including Roman, but

he didn’t care. The need to be inside Jonah—anyone—was overwhelming, all there was in the world.

When Jonah finally turned and bowed his chest to the floor, giving Kevin his ass, Kevin was barely aware

of what was happening, his need to fuck someone was so great. Growling faintly himself, he ripped at his

shirt and jeans and got down on the floor on all fours. He nuzzled the back of Jonah’s neck, spread his

legs.

Jonah wriggled, challenging Kevin. Kevin bit down on Jonah’s shoulder and penetrated him fast and hard,

a growl lodged deep in his throat. Jonah whined submissively and lowered his head. Kevin humped his

ass, enjoying the power he had over the beta. He’d always like a little rough sex, and being with another

werewolf meant he didn’t have to hold back. He tried to delay his climax, to make the moment last, but the

wolf wanted its due. It wanted to be off the leash tonight. Kevin let the wolf take him.

Jonah struggled beneath him. Kevin held Jonah down and slammed his swollen, eager prick home,

shivered all over, and came with a cry, shooting his load deep inside Jonah’s ass. After he pulled out,

Jonah rolled over on the floor, moaning and writhing with pleasure. Kevin rubbed his soft cock against

the man, smearing his scent and come all over his lower belly and genitals until Jonah whimpered and his

eyes fluttered with satisfaction.

“Never doubt that you aren’t a Pedigree,” Roman said. His voice was a low, hoarse growl, like an animal

speaking. Seconds later, Kevin felt Roman’s powerfully muscled arm looping around his middle, pulling

him off Jonah and back against the naked, sculpted plains of his chest and abs. Roman’s stiff cock stabbed

him between the legs.

Kevin growled, tried to throw Roman off. He wanted Jonah, wanted to fuck the beta until he couldn’t

anymore, but Roman was stronger than he and held him easily, bending him at the waist. He nipped

Kevin’s ear, whispered, “You are beautiful, Golden Eyes, but I am alpha here. Never forget that.”

Roman bucked against him, sliding his slippery cock between Kevin’s balls. He wetted Kevin with his

precum. Kevin tried to move, but he found Roman’s grip too strong to break. He struggled, but like Jonah,

it was all in vain; he whimpered as he struggled against Roman’s iron hold. Roman bit the back of his

neck until he stiffened and stop fighting. He liked the idea of Roman dominating him, fucking him like

some submissive. It filled a primal need in him that he’d never felt before.

Roman forced Kevin to bow submissively, his ass in the air as he presented himself. Kevin groaned as

Roman slammed his cock home and started sexing him roughly, his other hand going to Kevin’s cock and

balls, snagging them in an iron grip and holding off Kevin’s release while he bucked wildly inside him,

taking his pleasure first. Kevin instinctively knew this was about more than sex, more than simple

pleasure; Roman was dominating him, making him part of the pack, but also putting him in his place, both

physically and metaphorically.

Soon they were both grunting and sweating, grinding together. The sound of Roman’s balls slapping

against Kevin’s ass echoed around the room. Roman growled out a warning as he drove himself ever

deeper. Kevin lowered his head and took his fucking wordlessly and with as much dignity as he could

muster.

Roman twitched inside him and came hard, filling him. He pulled out and jetted more pearly come against

Kevin’s back and ass, marking him. Only then did he let Kevin come lunging into his hands. Spent and

exhausted, they collapsed together in the middle of the room. Roman kissed the wound in the back of

Kevin’s neck and whispered hoarsely, “Welcome to the pack, Golden Eyes. From this day forward, you

belong to us.”

***

Chapter Eleven

The following week was little more than a hectic blur to Kevin. It was late June, and the local colleges

were letting out for the summer. The Barracuda was filled to the rafters with horny young guys looking for

pickups or to make trouble. Kevin broke up a fight on Monday night, then on Wednesday an irate wife

showed up, looking for her husband and brandishing a gun. Kevin was able to disarm her easily enough,

but one of the cops on the scene pulled some ecstasy off a co-ed, which nearly shut down the whole club.

Jolene was livid the rest of the week and taking her frustrations out on any employee unwise enough to

cross her.

When Hannah dropped by for a beer that Friday night, she said, “I ran into Allison earlier. She looked fit

to be tied.”

“It’s been a rough week. Jolene’s been hounding the hell out of us,” Kevin said while he mixed four

cocktails at once—a challenge, even for him, not that it bothered him. He liked having his skills put to the

test.

“And yet you seem unflappable,” she commented with a big grin on her face.

Kevin couldn’t help but bite back a smile. “That’s me. Unflappable.”

“So what’s his name, big bro?”

“Jesus, you’re as bad as Jolene. Can’t a guy just be in a good mood for a change?”

“Uh-huh.” Hannah took a big gulp of beer, giving herself a foamy mustache that she quickly licked away.

Then she leaned forward to run her fingers over his face, detecting his smile. “You’re not fooling anyone.

Is he cute?”

Kevin decided to fess up. “Yes.”

“Did you ask if he’s married? Have you checked to make certain he’s really gay and not a raging

psycho?”

“He’s not married. He really is gay. And I don’t think he’s a psycho, no. He’s also waiting for me at the

end of the bar.”

“I’ll let you go, then.”

“Thanks, Hannah Banana.”

“But keep me posted!”

Kevin laughed, quickly mixed a Manhattan for Roman, two cherries, and moved to the end of the bar

where his lover waited.

“Pretty girl,” Roman said.

“She’s my sister,” Kevin stated a little too stiffly. “I take care of her and she’s under my protection.”

“Don’t get your ruff up, Golden Eyes,” Roman said. “I have no interest in your human sister.”

“That’s good to know, since I have no interest in you taking any interest in Hannah.”

Roman arched an eyebrow. “Bit testy, yes?”