chrome. All along one edge of the room were booths where couples and groups of wolves were engaged in all types of mild BDSM activity. There were tables for dining, what looked like a dance floor, and along the back wall was a huge stage that rose a good six foot off the floor. Scott could only guess that this stage was used for demonstrations and shows. The room was quite crowded and Scott figured the wolves must be here for the pack meeting.
Malacai strode confidently through the space, acknowledging other wolves but not stopping to talk to anyone. He stopped in front of a large bar complete with mirror tiles on the wall and endless bottles of drinks. The barman came running over as soon as he spotted Malacai and quickly placed a glass and a bottle of scotch in front of the man. Malacai looked at Scott and indicated the bottle and Scott nodded. Scotch, Bourbon, Whiskey, Rum - in that moment Scott didn’t really care.
“Another glass please, Peter,” Malacai said as he indicated to Scott to sit on the bar stool next to him. Peter looked at Scott curiously , but quickly found another glass and placed it in front of Scott.
“Will there be anything else , Sir,” the barman asked Malacai.
Malacai just shook his head and poured two generous shots into the glasses. Lifting his, he tipped his glass to Scott in a silent toast and then sipped his drink, watching Scott with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“So what do you think of all this so far?” He asked.
Scott laughed even though he was far from amused. “Well let’s see. I have been here less than an hour and I have already been banished. I have been told I am not Damien’s type - apparently I am a lone wolf just looking to take advantage of Damien’s lustful urges. I am too big, non-submissive, not pretty enough and not fit to even grace Damien’s famous fuck roster. As the man in question was struck dumb as this was happening and did nothing to stop me leaving, I can only figure that he agreed with what the little twink bastard said.”
“Why didn’t you stick up for yourself,” Malacai asked. “I heard what you did to Levi and Drake , so I know you are capable.”
Shaking his head, Scott said, “I’m really not sure. I don’t usually take crap from anybody, but Damien hasn’t told any one about me, except for you obviously, and I don’t know enough about Damien, this pack or this club to know where I stand. It just seemed easier to stay quiet at the time and leave when I was told to,” he finished lamely.
“You ’re going to need to be really strong to hold your position here,” Malacai told him. “And you do hold a really important position in this pack, and as Damien’s partner in this club. This pack is predominantly male and so there’s always a lot of testosterone around. Women and children aren’t allowed into the club ever - they all stay on the pack lands, and without their calming influence sometimes things can get a bit rough here. But,” he said as he raised his glass to Scott, “for what it’s worth, I think the Fates chose wisely for our beloved leader. I think you’ll be good for him.”
Scott wasn’t sure if that was true or not at this point, but he nodded and took another sip of his drink.
“Speaking of our beloved leader,” Malacai continued. “I can hear him coming now, and given that it’s just about time for the pack meeting to start, I think it’s good timing.”
Scott looked up to see Damien striding towards him, his lovely face twisted into a huge scowl. Scott didn’t need the mind connection to know his mate was not a happy wolf , and he schooled his own facial features into a bland mask and continued to sip his drink as the man got closer. Damien kept marching until he was right up in Scott’s personal space and then he leaned forward, grabbing the nape of Scott’s neck firmly in one hand, before claiming his mouth with his own.
Kissing him in a
Malacai strode confidently through the space, acknowledging other wolves but not stopping to talk to anyone. He stopped in front of a large bar complete with mirror tiles on the wall and endless bottles of drinks. The barman came running over as soon as he spotted Malacai and quickly placed a glass and a bottle of scotch in front of the man. Malacai looked at Scott and indicated the bottle and Scott nodded. Scotch, Bourbon, Whiskey, Rum - in that moment Scott didn’t really care.
“Another glass please, Peter,” Malacai said as he indicated to Scott to sit on the bar stool next to him. Peter looked at Scott curiously , but quickly found another glass and placed it in front of Scott.
“Will there be anything else , Sir,” the barman asked Malacai.
Malacai just shook his head and poured two generous shots into the glasses. Lifting his, he tipped his glass to Scott in a silent toast and then sipped his drink, watching Scott with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“So what do you think of all this so far?” He asked.
Scott laughed even though he was far from amused. “Well let’s see. I have been here less than an hour and I have already been banished. I have been told I am not Damien’s type - apparently I am a lone wolf just looking to take advantage of Damien’s lustful urges. I am too big, non-submissive, not pretty enough and not fit to even grace Damien’s famous fuck roster. As the man in question was struck dumb as this was happening and did nothing to stop me leaving, I can only figure that he agreed with what the little twink bastard said.”
“Why didn’t you stick up for yourself,” Malacai asked. “I heard what you did to Levi and Drake , so I know you are capable.”
Shaking his head, Scott said, “I’m really not sure. I don’t usually take crap from anybody, but Damien hasn’t told any one about me, except for you obviously, and I don’t know enough about Damien, this pack or this club to know where I stand. It just seemed easier to stay quiet at the time and leave when I was told to,” he finished lamely.
“You ’re going to need to be really strong to hold your position here,” Malacai told him. “And you do hold a really important position in this pack, and as Damien’s partner in this club. This pack is predominantly male and so there’s always a lot of testosterone around. Women and children aren’t allowed into the club ever - they all stay on the pack lands, and without their calming influence sometimes things can get a bit rough here. But,” he said as he raised his glass to Scott, “for what it’s worth, I think the Fates chose wisely for our beloved leader. I think you’ll be good for him.”
Scott wasn’t sure if that was true or not at this point, but he nodded and took another sip of his drink.
“Speaking of our beloved leader,” Malacai continued. “I can hear him coming now, and given that it’s just about time for the pack meeting to start, I think it’s good timing.”
Scott looked up to see Damien striding towards him, his lovely face twisted into a huge scowl. Scott didn’t need the mind connection to know his mate was not a happy wolf , and he schooled his own facial features into a bland mask and continued to sip his drink as the man got closer. Damien kept marching until he was right up in Scott’s personal space and then he leaned forward, grabbing the nape of Scott’s neck firmly in one hand, before claiming his mouth with his own.
Kissing him in a
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