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  Copyright© 2014 Angelique Voisen

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-034-2

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  Editor: JS Cook

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To Anna, who taught me vegetables don’t bite.

  VEGAN-LICIOUS OMEGA

  Wolves of New Haven, 2

  Angelique Voisen

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  The lone box of Tofurky burger patties sat innocently in the freezer section of New Haven’s only grocery. The two men at the end of the aisle eyed the box and then each other distrustfully. Feeling aggressive and cranky from having nothing in his stomach for days, Ricky Starr seized his competitor up.

  Ricky was surprised to see a rippling wall of muscle clad in a red flannel shirt and the most intense pair of blue eyes he’d ever come across. Ricky’s heart abruptly caught in his throat. Buried deep inside of him, the ears of his metaphysical wolf suddenly perked up and woke from its slumber. Never before had Ricky and his wolf reacted so strongly to anyone and it overwhelmed him and nearly staggered him.

  The mock burger patties were forgotten, and so was his hungry stomach. Even reason fled him. Why he was in a dinky little town in the middle of nowhere in the first place eluded him. Physical hunger was replaced by something else, a hunger of a much different sort. It was the kind of hunger that dug its hooks into him and refused to easily let go.

  Ricky was suddenly overcome by the need to walk up to the unknown stranger, rip his flannel shirt apart and send his buttons flying. Then he’d run his hands all over the firm and hard lines of the stranger’s chest, stomach, and abdomen. What would it be like, to close his hot mouth over one nipple as the stranger fisted his hand roughly into his hair, and to feel the hard press of his jeans grinding against him?

  “Oh fuck,” Ricky whispered, realizing the only reason why he was reacting like this.

  The hairs on his back prickled and a chill ran down his spine. How can I be such a careless idiot? This man’s a werewolf and a powerful one. What’s worse is the way I’m reacting to him. A potential mate, his wolf agreed and Ricky told it to shut its damn muzzle. The beast obeyed, but continued to watch the man with ill-concealed interest.

  The man candy opposite him frowned and the same realization flittered across his features. Gods, he’s gorgeous even when he’s frowning. All of Ricky’s danger signals began to ping loudly in his head.

  Being born an Omega werewolf had its share of handicaps, especially if one carried the Starr family name. The Starr Mountain pack was the most powerful and influential pack in the Quad Cities, but an Omega was still the lowest position in any wolf pack. To survive, Ricky had been everyone’s whipping boy, their punching bag, and a submissive any dominant wolf could take advantage of. It also didn’t help he was a vegan, and everyone knew a real wolf ate meat.

  The only advantage he had was being weak. Being weak, he could’ve hid his aura and presence from the wolves of New Haven. The wolves of New Haven were known to be territorial and aggressive. They’d rip apart any newcomer apart without hesitation, which was why the Alpha of the Starr Mountain pack sent him. That didn’t imply the Alpha trusted him, it only meant he was disposable. The realization still left him shaken, but Ricky was a survivor, or he’d like to think he was.

  That confidence began to waver with each threatening step the stranger took towards him. Ricky could almost see the visible lines of anger and power rippling across the other man’s body. Ricky gulped, taking a step back. His stomach grumbled again.

  Damn it all.

  Ricky was sick of always being weak. Tireless days spent driving did little to improve his mood. All the diners he’d stop by had no decent vegan offerings on their menus, and he’d had to content himself with bowls of garden salad. He was just not going to die with an empty stomach. He was going to die being chased down by a gorgeous man candy, who also happened to eat Tofurky.

  In much more pleasant circumstances, he sounds just like my kind of guy.

  “Where did you come from, little wolf? Why haven’t I noticed you until now?” the man demanded.

  Ricky shivered as he came closer and closer. By the Gods, he had a wonderfully deep and smooth voice to match the impressive girth of him. A ruggedly handsome face, broad shoulders, a chest tapering to a slim waist and jeans that fit him like a second skin. Ricky bet he had a nice ass to match those jeans too. He looked so good to eat, yet Ricky had a suspicion he would be the only one about to be chewed.

  Ricky backed away by instinct.

  “Don’t be afraid, little Omega. I won’t hurt you. Yet.” A smile curved on the stranger’s lips.

  Ricky wasn’t sure if it was meant to be devious or malicious. Probably both, but Ricky couldn’t chance it. It was now or never. He had to move and break the stalemate.

  “Screw you,” Ricky whispered and bolted. Not backwards, but forwards.

  A look of surprise crossed the dominant wolf’s features, but Ricky wasn’t foolish enough to face a wolf that powerful head-on. He swiped the last box of Tofurky and began to backtrack to the cashier. He’d done much worse things to survive before, and stealing the last box of Tofurky under the nose of a frighteningly gorgeous wolf out for his blood wasn’t the worst of them.

  “Come back here, little wolf. We’re not done talking.”

  Ricky could spend hours listening to the man talk with that voice of his. On his way to the exit, he purposely toppled over a display of chips, satisfied to hear the other man behind him curse. All he had to do was pay for his dinner, run a good distance to cloak his presence, and the dominant wolf wouldn’t be able to sense him. Easy peasy. I can still prove to the Alpha and the other wolves of the Starr Mountain Pack that I’m worth something.

  Too bad fate wasn’t letting him off. His eyes bulged at the sight of the long queue ahead. Only one cashier was open and a gaggle of old ladies pushed their trolleys indolently by, while chatting amicably with each other. Hearing an impatient growl behind him, Ricky decided to bypass the queue.

  Screw it. It was just one box of mock meat patties.

  “Donnie, what’s up?” a voice called from the queue.

  “Derrick, unwanted visitor in town!” hollered the familiar voice of the man chasing him.

  Derrick? Derrick Starr, the wayward prodigal Beta I’m supposed to be convincing to head back with me? Ricky craned his head for a second only to see another monstrous bulk of a man in a faded pair of jeans and a denim jacket standing with a handsome dark-haired slender man. The Alpha told him to look out for a grossly overweight man who waddled rather than walked, but the wall of meat studying him with apparent curiosity was made of pure muscle. Shit. I can’t take a powerful Beta like that.

  What was it with all the wolves in New Haven? Were they all gorgeous, buff and lethal looking?

  Unlike how the media portrayed werewolves, real werewolves weren’t invincible. They had to work hard to keep in shape and were prone to health diseases like any normal humans, such as diabetes or heart attacks.

  “Need some help?” called Derrick.

  “No. I can handle this Omega. The little wolf is mine. So stay out of it Starr.” Donnie’s words were fo
llowed by a thin growl.

  “Sure. Happy hunting, Don.”

  The little wolf is mine. Ricky shivered at the way the dominant wolf said those words. They almost sounded dangerously possessive to him. The words briefly summoned ill memories for Ricky. Recollections of being forcefully held down by rough and brutal hands, tied face down on the table while everyone had a go at him. On one hand, he was fine with being the pack’s designated punching bag, because he knew he’d be treated the same way in any wolf pack all across the Quad Cities. Being the pack’s submissive whore on the other hand, to be used and abused by any dominant wolf, was the worse.

  By pack laws, a submissive wolf could flock to his protector, a more dominant wolf. But if his protector had no interest in protecting him then all bets were off, which was why Ricky agreed to a mission that could land him dead in the first place. He’d agree to any option, as long as it meant being away from Clive’s tight leash.

  Self-preservation won over duty. With his heart painfully hammering against his chest, Ricky pressed the frozen box to his chest and sprinted out the doors. But little wolf, really? If he was a dominant wolf, he’d make sure Don wouldn’t call him that again. Too bad, Ricky was what he was. A sob of relief caught in his throat when he spotted the bus arriving at its stop. Just a few more steps and he’d be safe. Just a little bit more—

  All the breath was knocked out of him as a hundred and fifty, maybe two hundred pounds of fur and muscles knocked him into the ground. Ricky frantically craned his help to yell for help, but even the small number of humans loitering around the sidewalk were nowhere in sight.

  “Please. I’ll do anything you want. I’m sorry,” Ricky pleaded, dropping the box of Tofurky to raise his arms in defense. The words flowed out of him so naturally and easily that he immediately felt his wolf’s loathing at his cowardice.

  A quick snap of canines made him whimper. More unpleasant memories battered at him. While the scars always healed, the dominant wolves in his pack liked to mark him during sex. Being under a fully shifted wolf like this, he almost went into a panic attack. His heart threatened to burst and his lungs labored to keep his breaths even. Ricky couldn’t be calm though, until he realized the wolf on top of him wasn’t doing anything but studying him.

  There was no promise of violence or of pain. Don kept his claws sheathed and while his jaws were within biting distance, they didn’t move in for a kill. Now that Ricky wasn’t panicking, he could appreciate the handsome beast above him. In wolf form, Don’s fur was a startling and beautiful pure snow-white. He kept those intense and drowning blue eyes too, and Ricky remembered a man still lurked behind the skin of the animal, a man who was open to reason.

  Was his intention only to stop Ricky and have a talk?

  “Okay you got me. I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” Ricky said, hoping those were the words the wolf wanted to hear.

  He groaned when Don began to sniff at his face and neck, as if he was trying to familiarize himself with Ricky’s scent. “Can you get off me now?

  Don didn’t get off him, but the fur began to flow out of his body like the gentle motion of waves. Ricky had never seen such a smooth transformation and he was glad he didn’t decide to fight with claws and teeth. He’d lose and lose badly.

  The other wolf’s masculine scent began to roll off him. A delicious mix of sweat, leather and soap. A different sort of whimper emerged from his lips when smooth hard human flesh was now above him. It wasn’t just Don’s flesh that was hard either.

  Ricky gulped, feeling the other man’s growing erection. What would it be like, to feel that glorious length pressed against his bare belly, and what more if it teased its way between his ass cheeks? It was even better if Ricky had his meaty shaft in his mouth. Some male submissive wolves didn’t like sucking cock, but Ricky rather enjoyed the power of having another man’s most fragile and intimate piece in his mouth. Ricky also suspected he’d immensely enjoy running his lips and teeth over Don’s cock so he could watch him squirm.

  His wolf sat up, eager and horny. It whispered suggestively in his ear, “I like this dominant wolf. He’s careful, deadly and beautiful, and he can be our mate.”

  Shit.

  “You don’t have to be afraid, little wolf. Like I said, I just want to talk,” Don said, still above him.

  Both his corded arms balanced on either side of Ricky’s shoulders. Those delicious biceps were something to be admired and Ricky was tempted to peek at the hint of ink curling around his shoulders.

  “It looks like you want to do more than talk,” Ricky muttered.

  The right thing to do to save his skin was shut up, but like always, his defiance always got the better of him. Suddenly those intense blue eyes turned to laughing blue eyes. A smile appeared on his lips.

  “You mean this?” Keeping one hand pressed against the concrete to balance himself, the other trailed with deliberate slowness down his delicious chest and belly, and curled around his happy cock. Ricky wriggled uncomfortably beneath him.

  “Or this?” Don then pressed his large hand on the bulge in Ricky’s jeans.

  The pressure of his hand over his crotch was enough to make him moan with need.

  Double shit. If this goes on, I might just allow a strange wolf to fuck me out in the open.

  “It seems to me you want the same thing as I do, little Omega.” Don grinned, showing his perfect white teeth.

  “My name isn’t little wolf or little Omega. It’s Ricky. Ricky Starr,” Ricky managed.

  With all the nerve and little courage he could muster, he pushed the dominant wolf off him. Don fell back on his ass, and before his stance turned aggressive and Ricky could find the white wolf tearing at his throat, he leaned forward and thrust his head between the other man’s legs.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  Once Ricky’s hungry mouth closed over Don’s cock though, the dominant wolf ceased to speak. Ricky prided himself on giving the best blowjobs, and he’d showed Don not to belittle him. He licked off the pearl of pre-cum that gathered on the head of Don’s shaft and began his work.

  As his tongue began to explore Don’s excited throbbing length, Ricky wondered why giving Don a blowjob felt different somehow. When Don’s hand fisted into his hair, it didn’t frighten Ricky. It felt good. Ricky ran his tongue up and down, ignoring Don’s tightening grip on his hair.

  “Damn it, Ricky,” Don growled impatiently.

  Ricky glowed with pleasure at the sound of his name on the other man’s lips. Ricky set just a bit of teeth and the other man’s hips buckled. An appreciative half-groan and half-growl from Don made him shiver. The man was clearly enjoying every second of the service Ricky provided and the strange thing was, Ricky was happy to be providing it. His hot mouth was finally filled with Don’s now fully erect length, and Ricky savored every inch and every taste of him. Ricky felt his jaws widen and began to take him fully whole.

  “Fuck, little wolf. If I’d known you were this good, I should’ve just put you on your knees and shoved my cock into your mouth.”

  Ricky would’ve smiled if he could, but he only began to withdraw his mouth and took Don’s shaft again. Don thrust his hips in unison with his mouth and Ricky knew he was close.

  “I’m coming, Ricky,” Don breathed.

  A final shudder passed through his body, and he then he exploded. Hot strings of cum erupted into his mouth and Ricky made sure not to spill a single drop. Once this little affair was over, at least he could remember what it was like to taste a man like Don. A man, who despite his aggressive and dominant demeanor, was also careful and honorable.

  Ricky understood the difference between pleasing Don and pleasing the wolves in his pack. The wolves in his pack only tolerated him because of his worth as a fuck toy, but with Don, they were only two men enjoying each other. It was simple as Ricky enjoying giving Don pleasure, and the other wolf appreciating his efforts.

  It was mind numbing to wonder and fantasize about wha
t it would be like to have a mate like Don, but Ricky wasn’t born yesterday. After hearing what he’d have to say and his reasons for being in New Haven, a loyal wolf like Don would probably hand him over to his Alpha for judgment.

  Ricky found Don’s eyes on him once he finished. His pupils were dilated and heavy with desire and a hunger that made Ricky wary. Then, his pupils went back to normal as reason returned.

  “Putting aside the fact that I’ve just received the best blow job in my life, did you just say your name was Starr? From the Starr Mountain pack?” Suspicion returned to Don’s eyes. “Are you here for Derrick?”

  “I was supposed to bring him back on my Alpha’s orders.” The hell with lies, Ricky found he longer cared. Why lie for a pack that only treated him as a fuckable doormat? Dying in another pack’s territory even felt like a better alternative than returning to the hell that was his life.

  “And how are you going to bring me back, Omega?”

  Ricky’s head swiveled to the new voice. The same bulky man from the grocery stood beside the slender man , his arms crossed.

  “Derrick, didn’t I tell you I have this?” Don said tightly.

  “Yes, you did and I respect your decision being one of the enforcers of the pack, but when you do something like this in the open, I have to step in.” Derrick gestured to the two of them vaguely.

  “Do what?” Don fired back.

  “Let a strange wolf give you a blowjob,” the slim man beside Derrick pointed out. He wasn’t a dominant or powerful wolf, Ricky noticed.

  “This does not concern you, Gamma,” Don snapped, hauling on his jeans.

  “It does when he apparently comes from my old pack,” Derrick answered coolly.

  “He has a name and his name is Ricky,” Ricky said defensively, standing up.