STORY EXCERPT

"Your mate?” said the bounty hunter, sounding put off.

The guy and his crew found Scott in the bathroom of the gas station down the road. Scott figured the guy behind the cash register must’ve noticed the branding on his hand when he paid for the chocolate bar and a Slim Jim with some money he’d miraculously found on the road.

Scott was a runaway, but these guys didn’t necessarily know who he belonged to.

Not yet.

“Yes,” said the homeless guy. “Mine. Now kindly fuck off.”

Scott’s heart hammered. He looked up at the tall alpha above him.

Two of the other bounty hunters seemed annoyed.

One looked relieved as if he didn’t want to be here at all.

Yeah, Scott, too.

The bounty hunter, Scott didn’t get his name because he was too busy running away when he saw the uniforms, grabbed him by the collar of his filthy, too big T-shirt.

“This true?”

Scott looked at the guy one more time.

Dark hair went to his shoulders, stringy. Greasy. His clothes looked worse than Scott’s.

He smelled like absolute garbage, too. Like he’d fall asleep in his own sour puke more than once.

The bounty hunter shook him. “I asked you a question. You answer it!”

“Y-yes,” Scott said.

Between getting used up by three, maybe four bounty hunters and sent back, to taking his chances with this guy…

It might not be the best plan. This guy might be a psychopath, but if he could just get out of the zip tie around his wrists, he could run again if he really needed to.

“Bob, the omega said—”

“I know what he said, idiot! And don’t use my name!”

Bounty hunters didn’t exactly keep name tags.

It was, supposedly, to protect their identities.

Yeah right. As if they expected the omegas to do much fighting back.

“Omega,” snapped the homeless guy. “Get up and come here. I don’t…” The guy actually swayed a little. “I don’t feel so good. Spent all night looking for you.”

“He ran from you?” asked one of the males.

Homeless guy waved it off. “They all do from time to time, don’t they?”

The bounty hunters seemed to accept this.

Scott didn’t care. He didn’t know if he was the luckiest guy in the world right now or if he was trading in one nightmare for another, but his dad always said he’d had a habit of taking chances.

The hunters, dirty pricks that they were, didn’t bother with cutting the tie on his wrists. Scott would figure out how to get out of it later, but he got to his feet and walked over to his new alpha, head down.

“Sorry, sir,” he said, trying to play the part.

The guy smelled like he’d been taking full-body baths in booze.

Jesus. Maybe he did have a mate somewhere out here. Someone who ran away and Scott just looked like him?

There were so many things that rushed through his head, but he couldn’t think about any of that right now. He was too busy figuring out how he was going to survive the rest of the day.

“Don’t mention it,” said the alpha, slinging his arm out.

Scott flinched hard. He had no way to defend himself right now, but the alpha put his arm around Scott’s shoulders. “’M’drunk,” he slurred. “We’ll go home now.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Scott said, inwardly praying as if his life depended on it.

It probably did.

ADULT EXCERPT

"You’re beautiful,” he said again as he stroked his hands up and down Scott’s thighs, mouthing at his half-hard cock until Scott was hard again.

Then his fingers, slick with the lube, gently teased around Scott’s hole until Scott was squirming and sweating and begging to be taken because this was fucking ridiculous, and he never thought he’d be begging for an alpha to hurry up and fuck him.

He was usually bothering them to slow down.

Jason laughed as though it was all part of the fun.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” Scott asked, not understanding as he looked down at the man’s dick.

Thick and hard, it was pointed straight out and a little intimidating to look at, but Jason was clearly pent up.

Scott could sense how horny he was, how much he ached to take what was ready and willing for him, but he just kept holding back.

“A little, but I’m liking this,” Jason said, leaning in, nosing along Scott’s collar and throat, careful to avoid touching his bite. “My mate.”

Wow.

It wasn’t as if Scott had any complaints about being touched and kissed and sucked until he was buzzing with heat and desire again, so he decided to just let his alpha do whatever the hell he wanted with him and not make a peep about it.

Until he had to because Jason had long fingers, and as they pushed inside him, it was as if fireworks went off behind Scott’s eyes.

“You’re so tight,” Jason said.

Not getting fucked for a few weeks after running away would do that, and Scott was stupidly proud his mate thought he was going to be a worthy lover.

He preened beneath the man.

Jason smiled at him. “You like that?”

Scott nodded, thrusting against those fingers, touching Jason’s chest and shoulders, gently pinching his nipples.

“Yes.”

He was desperate to participate in any way he could. He wanted to touch and to stroke because every time he did, he felt more of that inner echoing inside his mind.

Something that shot out at Jason and bounced back at Scott, letting him know with more than simple body language that Jason was enjoying something.

It was a thrilling feeling, having Jason’s fingers inside him while the man let out heavy breaths every time Scot stroked him in the right ways.

He wanted Jason’s dick inside him, and he could feel that Jason wanted to fuck him, but there was no hurrying with this guy.

It was as if he was savoring Scott.

“T-take me already,” Scott said, his dick dripping pre-cum again. He wasn’t in any danger of coming too soon again. That was the good news. His last orgasm was giving him a barrier to work with.

But he still wanted it. He wanted to be filled and fucked and held.

“Almost there, honey,” Jason said.

“No, now, please now,” Scott whined. He didn’t care if it was pathetic either. He’d be embarrassed later, but he’d been lying on this couch with his ass up and in the air for what felt like forever, and he was done with the waiting part.

Jason looked at him sharply, and because of their connection, Scott wasn’t even afraid.

Jason nodded. Finally.

“Okay,” he said, gently pulling his three fingers out of Scott’s body and reaching for the lubricant again.

Scott squirmed a little until he was out from under Jason’s body, getting to his hands and knees where he figured it would be more comfortable for him.

That seemed to be the right move because presenting himself like that brought out a sweet-sounding moan from behind him.

Then a wet, gentle kiss to the back of his neck as he felt Jason lining up the head of his cock with  hishole.