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Joe never wanted to be Alpha. West never thought he needed a mate.

After his father dies, Joe’s pack expects him to be the next Alpha. Losing a challenge is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Joe’s finally free, even if freedom comes with a hefty price tag. While on the run, the last thing Joe expects to find is his feisty Omega mate.

West prides himself on being different. He’s graduated from fashion school and recently opened his own store. When he crosses path with a bloody and broken Alpha, West wants nothing to do with Joe...except his wolf knows Joe is his missing half. He can’t fall in love, can’t give in to this dark and sexy Alpha. But West knows its only a matter of time before he surrenders his body and heart to Joe.

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Joe laughed, the warm sound going right to his bones. It was a good sound, a glimpse of better things to come.

Was this what it was like, being with a guy like Joe?

With Joe, all of West’s problems seem to disappear. Maybe he’d been drowning all his life and Joe was the oxygen he needed.

“Come here.” Joe tugged him close, sealing their lips together.

West’s control finally unravelled. Joe banded one muscled arm around his waist, preventing escape—not that he wanted to.

Clutching at Joe’s biceps, he kissed back, fervently, passionately.

They moved a step backwards. Took another step until West’s back hit the hood of Joe’s car. Cold metal grazed his back. Joe lowered him against the hood.

The still sane part of West’s mind argued they shouldn’t be doing this in a public. At the same time, a thrill went down his spine. The prospect of having a passerby catching them in action—two shifters feeling each other up, and Joe yanking at his pants was dizzying.

Joe finally worked the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Scoot up a little higher,” Joe commanded.

West obeyed, shocked when the Alpha inched his pants lower, followed by his boxers. Before he could say anything, Joe placed a kiss on his leaking dick.

The breath went out of his lungs. As an Omega, West had seldom been on the receiving end of intimacy.

He jerked when Joe’s tongue slipped out and flicked away the pre-cum on his tip. A moan tore out of him, which he tried to muffle.

Joe’s mouth felt hot, wet and wonderful. The Alpha kept his hands firmly on his hips, restricting movement, so West had to take what Joe had to give.

His heartbeats spiked. His breaths shortened. This was exactly the kind of thing his blood craved—dominance without the abuse.

Joe seemed to know what he was doing. The Alpha licked him from root to tip, keeping one hand curled around his base. Joe’s mouth reached downwards, giving his balls a squeeze.

West nearly came then. Biting back a cry, he held back, not wishing to disappoint just when they started.

“Good boy,” Joe said, pausing from his task. “You’ll only come when I tell you to, understood?”

West bit back a remark. How could he find that so hot?

Besides, the teasing Alpha was gone. Joe’s domineering personality re-surfaced. This time, West liked—no craved, this side of Joe.

Opening his mouth wide, Joe finally took West in his mouth. The Alpha took him, inch-by-inch, seemingly taking his time, enjoying West’s torment.

West clawed at the metal, needing something to hold onto.

Cool night wind brushed against his face. Strands of his hair fell across his face. But West wasn’t cold. Joe felt like fire. The Alpha’s touch warmed him up in so many ways.

Joe bobbed his head up and down. West knew he wouldn’t last any longer.

“Please,” he pleaded.

His voice was hoarse with need. West couldn’t remember the last time he lost control like this, or the last time he allowed a stranger to play his body like a instrument.

It felt like he was built for Joe’s touches and Joe’s kisses.

“Say that again,” Joe said after pulling out of the blowjob for air.