didn’t know when to shut up and Damien wouldn’t have been able to get a word in edgewise.
Damien obviously didn’t think that Scott would leave like he did either. Scott knew that Damien planned to tell the whole pack about his mating at the pack meeting, which was due to be held in less than an hour. So as he wandered down the steps, towards what was presumably Damien’s club, or hopefully an exit to the outside, he tossed up whether or not to just call home and get zapped back to Cloverleah, or find a drink and stick around to see if Damien would find him.
Madison’s words hadn’t done anything to alleviate Scott’s own insecurities, however. Scott already figured he wasn’t Damien’s typical type. And Madison was right. He wasn’t pretty , and he wasn’t small, and he definitely wasn’t a sub. But Damien was clearly into him before they had been interrupted. No-one could fake the hardness Scott had felt when he fisted Damien’s cock alongside his own. He moaned quietly at the memory, his cock hardening again at the thought of Damien in his hand. He had been so ready for Damien to take him - to actually complete the mating properly. Scott hadn’t bottomed for a while, but he was really looking forward to doing so with his mate. And that little twink had come along and wrecked the whole thing.
Scott slumped down at the bottom of the stairs and pulled out his phone. What to do. What to do. Thinking back over Madison’s comments , Scott didn’t even know if he could go into the club and get a drink. Maybe the club was just for pack members, in which case he would stick out like a sore thumb. Technically too he had been banished from the pack. Okay, not by Damien, but the second in command’s word had to mean something didn’t it? Shit, he really needed to learn more about this pack, and the club, and any rights he might have in either situation.
Google. He thought decisively. He could phone Troy and get his brother to Google the club so he could at least find out if it was acceptable for non-members to be in there. Flicking his phone onto text messaging , he was just about to draft out a message to Troy, when a large shadow fell over him and Scott looked up to see a huge man, smiling at him.
“You must be Scott,” the big man said. “What on earth are you doing sitting down here on the stairs? Where’s Damien?”
“Er, yes my name is Scott, and I am sitting on the stairs because some twink called Madison just banished me from the pack for being with Damien.”
Scott started getting angry again just at the thought of what Madison had said. “I’m just about to call my brother and find out if non-pack members are allowed to drink at Damien’s club, because I could sure use one about now. Are you the enforcer sent to make sure I ’m going to leave?”
The big man laughed and Scott noticed idly that he was quite good looking in a n over-sized muscle-bound sort of way.
“No, and Madison doesn’t boss me around, ever. I’m Malacai, Damien’s actual second in command, and in charge of the pack and the club when he’s not here. I scented someone new so came to investigate, that’s all. You’ve got Damien’s scent all over you, so that’s how I guessed who you were.” Malacai looked back up the stairs and grinned.
“I ’m going to presume that the Alpha is currently tearing into Madison right now, otherwise I know he would be here. So let me buy you a drink while we wait for him.” Malacai held out his hand to Scott, who took it and swung himself back up on his feet again. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Scott let his new friend lead him around the half wall that blocked the stairway from the view of the club and got his first look at Damien’s pride and joy.
The firs thing that struck Scott was that the club appeared a lot bigger than Claudes. The room had a high ceiling and was decorated predominantly in black and
Damien obviously didn’t think that Scott would leave like he did either. Scott knew that Damien planned to tell the whole pack about his mating at the pack meeting, which was due to be held in less than an hour. So as he wandered down the steps, towards what was presumably Damien’s club, or hopefully an exit to the outside, he tossed up whether or not to just call home and get zapped back to Cloverleah, or find a drink and stick around to see if Damien would find him.
Madison’s words hadn’t done anything to alleviate Scott’s own insecurities, however. Scott already figured he wasn’t Damien’s typical type. And Madison was right. He wasn’t pretty , and he wasn’t small, and he definitely wasn’t a sub. But Damien was clearly into him before they had been interrupted. No-one could fake the hardness Scott had felt when he fisted Damien’s cock alongside his own. He moaned quietly at the memory, his cock hardening again at the thought of Damien in his hand. He had been so ready for Damien to take him - to actually complete the mating properly. Scott hadn’t bottomed for a while, but he was really looking forward to doing so with his mate. And that little twink had come along and wrecked the whole thing.
Scott slumped down at the bottom of the stairs and pulled out his phone. What to do. What to do. Thinking back over Madison’s comments , Scott didn’t even know if he could go into the club and get a drink. Maybe the club was just for pack members, in which case he would stick out like a sore thumb. Technically too he had been banished from the pack. Okay, not by Damien, but the second in command’s word had to mean something didn’t it? Shit, he really needed to learn more about this pack, and the club, and any rights he might have in either situation.
Google. He thought decisively. He could phone Troy and get his brother to Google the club so he could at least find out if it was acceptable for non-members to be in there. Flicking his phone onto text messaging , he was just about to draft out a message to Troy, when a large shadow fell over him and Scott looked up to see a huge man, smiling at him.
“You must be Scott,” the big man said. “What on earth are you doing sitting down here on the stairs? Where’s Damien?”
“Er, yes my name is Scott, and I am sitting on the stairs because some twink called Madison just banished me from the pack for being with Damien.”
Scott started getting angry again just at the thought of what Madison had said. “I’m just about to call my brother and find out if non-pack members are allowed to drink at Damien’s club, because I could sure use one about now. Are you the enforcer sent to make sure I ’m going to leave?”
The big man laughed and Scott noticed idly that he was quite good looking in a n over-sized muscle-bound sort of way.
“No, and Madison doesn’t boss me around, ever. I’m Malacai, Damien’s actual second in command, and in charge of the pack and the club when he’s not here. I scented someone new so came to investigate, that’s all. You’ve got Damien’s scent all over you, so that’s how I guessed who you were.” Malacai looked back up the stairs and grinned.
“I ’m going to presume that the Alpha is currently tearing into Madison right now, otherwise I know he would be here. So let me buy you a drink while we wait for him.” Malacai held out his hand to Scott, who took it and swung himself back up on his feet again. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Scott let his new friend lead him around the half wall that blocked the stairway from the view of the club and got his first look at Damien’s pride and joy.
The firs thing that struck Scott was that the club appeared a lot bigger than Claudes. The room had a high ceiling and was decorated predominantly in black and
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