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Authors: Kim Dare
The Mark of an Alpha
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Copyright ©2010 by Kim Dare
First published in 2010
The Mark of an Alpha
ISBN # 978-0-85715-008-0
(C)Copyright Kim Dare 2010
Cover Art by April Martinez (C)Copyright January 2010
Edited by Christine Riley
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"Our last time."
"Yes, sir."
Marsdon stroked his fingertips down the submissive's spine. He'd never asked the other man exactly how he managed to put himself into his bondage before his master joined him in the back room of the club. Now the question seemed like a waste of all too precious time.
The artificial scent the other man wore took over Marsdon's world as he stepped even closer to him. He stood very still for a moment, his fingertips resting on the bound man's skin as he tried to push past the aroma and force it out of his senses.
It was a pleasant cologne, something that would have no doubt been considered discreet to a human's nose. Perhaps if the man offering him his submission had been human, it would have been easier to tolerate it. But Marsdon knew damn well the man before him was as much a wolf as he was.
Marsdon closed his eyes as his free hand clenched into a fist at his side. The fragrance couldn't hide his lover's species, but it hid his actual identity perfectly. There was a special cruelty to that, right then.
After all the hours they'd spent together, to know that he would never even be able to walk past his lover on a crowded street and recognise that he was within touching distance of the man who'd once made his blood pound faster in his veins, his cock stiffen and his heart find peace... It was something akin to torture.
Marsdon trailed his fingers over the man's side as he walked around him and stopped face to... Marsdon stared at the leather hood that hid most of the other man's face from him for several long, regretful seconds. At least his lips were free. That was something he would always be grateful for.
He'd had the pleasure of his submissive's mouth—in every sense of the term. Marsdon left the fingertips of his one hand resting against the bound man's ribs as he lifted his other hand and brushed a knuckle over his lover's mouth.
Those lips had wrapped around his shaft so many times over the last weeks. The submissive kissed his knuckle. His tongue flickered out to taste his master's finger, just as it had lapped pre-cum from his cock.
Marsdon watched every eager flash of pink against his skin. Knowing he would never feel that again made it suddenly vital to imprint every detail onto his memory. It took all his strength to finally move his hand away.
The tongue lapped at the empty air. The submissive's mouth remained open, waiting. After a few seconds, the lips came together, not once complaining that their master had robbed them of their treat.
Master...
The damn hood that kept his lover's identity a secret had its rare seconds of usefulness. Safe while he knew the other man would never glimpse his moment of weakness, Marsdon bowed his head and took a deep breath. He was his master for a few more hours, yet. There was no point in wasting his time regretting those hours were all they would ever have.
Marsdon lifted his gaze back to the hooded face and forced himself not to fritter away precious seconds wishing he knew what colour eyes would look back at him if the hood could be torn away.
"Have you been good since our last meeting, pup?” His voice was too thick, too rough with emotion. Marsdon had to clear his throat before he could finish the question.
"Yes, sir."
It was the truth. Marsdon had never had any cause to doubt that. For all his submission, he knew the man before him was too proud to lie. Still unable to look at the half-hood and not wish things could be different, Marsdon turned his attention to more pleasing sights.
Before he'd arrived, the submissive had placed himself in bondage according to the precise orders Marsdon had issued at the end of their last session. Leather encircled his wrists and his ankles, spreading him open, leaving him vulnerable to whatever his master should wish to do with him. Shackles bolted to the concrete floor and the heavy bar suspended from the ceiling kept him in place beautifully in the middle of the room.
Marsdon ran his knuckles along the other man's skin, from the notch between his collar bones and down the juncture between his ribs until he teased his abs. Muscles twitched under his touch.
"Sorry, sir."
Marsdon smiled. “You're in bondage for a reason, pup. If I wanted you to control your responses, I'd let you stand free and make you submit to a simple order to stay still."
The submissive swallowed. “Thank you, sir."
Marsdon's wasn't the only voice that was a fraction deeper, a fraction rougher than usual. The growl in the other man's voice wasn't an added attempt to disguise his identity. It was all wolf, all pain.
Continuing to stroke his knuckles up and down the submissive's stomach, Marsdon leant forward and brushed their lips together. It was just a brief little contact, nothing like a real kiss.
If he gave in to the temptation for the real thing, Marsdon thought he just might let their lips linger together until the world stopped turning. Or until it turned into a pumpkin. Or whatever the hell it was that would happen to the world when their time together ran out and they both had to walk away.
Chains rattled as the fleeting moment of contact ended. A whimper filled the air. “Sir?"
Marsdon stared at the other man's parted lips and helplessly leant forward for another kiss. At the very last moment, he managed to jerk away. Stepping back, he began to pace around the bound man.
So perfect. Every inch of him. All muscle and strength. And all bound up in the most flawless, the most complete submission Marsdon had ever set eyes on. Whichever pack he became the omega of, they would be honoured to have him in their ranks. Whatever wolf he became mated to would be—
Marsdon spun around and began to circle in the other direction. The submissive dragged another lungful of air into his body. His ribs moved, highlighting the perfectly defined muscles. Marsdon's gaze drifted lower. His submissive was hard. Beautifully, gloriously hard and waiting for his master.
For a master who was acting like a complete pillock.
"I promised I would let you come tonight. Didn't I, pup?"
"Yes, sir."
"How shall I do that?” Marsdon asked, abandoning his pacing to move closer and line himself up against the other wolf's back.
His clothes still kept them apart. The layers of fabric prevented him from enjoying the full pleasure of having so much of the other man's skin available to him, but he couldn't convince himself to step away for long enough to strip down, right then. Marsdon pressed a kiss against the sweet spot on the back of the submissive's neck instead.
His pup gasped, just as Marsdon knew he would. His head dropped forward as Marsdon tongued the little knot of bone that topped his spine.
"Tell me how you'd most like to be allowed to come, pup,” Marsdon ordered, letting his words brush across the dampened skin.
A shiver ran down the submissive's spine. “Whatever my master wants, sir."
Marsdon nipped at the skin. “If your climax means that little to you..."
Every muscle in the submissive's body knotted with instant tension. He had to be desperate. The teasing Marsdon had put him through over their last meetings, combined with his rules forbidding orgasms between those times, had to make him frantic for permission to come.
Marsdon waited him out.
"Whatever pleases my master, sir."
Marsdon nipped at his neck again, catching the thin skin over the sweet spot between his teeth, making his submissive groan.
His submissive. His nameless lover. His pup. Marsdon smiled against the skin, remembering how his lover had bridled at the term the first time he'd heard it. He closed his eyes and tried to remember at exactly what point it had become an endearment rather than a way to try to annoy his lover into confessing his real name.
Marsdon leaned into the solid wall of muscle caught up in the web of leather cuffs and let the heat from the submissive's body seep through his clothes.
"Every bit of you pleases me,” he whispered in the other man's ear.
His pup swallowed.
"Is there any part of you I haven't enjoyed over the last weeks?"
The submissive shook his head.
Marsdon's body made the decision for him. Pressed against the submissive's back, it was impossible not to think of those times he'd ordered him to be bound and bent over a spanking bench or a table when he arrived. Those times where his lover had offered his arse to his master, demanding nothing in return—not even that his master should allow him his own release when he was finished with him.
Tight buttocks pressed back against Marsdon's crotch, rubbing against his erection through his trousers, as if his pup couldn't hide what he really wanted either.
"Do you want your master inside you, pup?” Marsdon asked. “Do you want my cock buried balls-deep in your arse?"
"Yes, sir.” A whispered little confession.
"And do you want my hand here?” he reached around the submissive's body and wrapped his fingers around his cock.
His pup rocked helplessly between his fist and his body. There wasn't enough slack for him to thrust forward or push back properly. All he could do was wriggle against his master, forced to rely on the bondage to keep him in place because his own control had drained away.
"I asked you a question, pup."
"Yes, sir."
Marsdon gave a half laugh. “Do you even remember what the question was?"