“You called me pet.” Dennis couldn’t ignore how much he had liked Tre calling him pet, but that didn’t mean he wanted to live like one. He refused to be caged.
Tre’s stern expression softened. His hand came up and smoothed over the side of Dennis’s face. “Baby, pet is a term of endearment, not a designation. It’s just a word of affection, like baby. Just because I call you baby, doesn’t mean I want to change your diapers. I would never lock you up.”
Dennis held his breath as he searched Tre’s eyes. He so desperately wanted to believe him. His heart beat a little faster. “No cages?”
The anger that ignited in Tre’s eyes didn’t frighten Dennis—something he would think about later. Instead, it made him feel sorry for whoever the powerful lion was angry at.
“You were locked up in a cage?”
“No, but I’ve seen it done.” More times than he cared to remember. “Omegas that mated in my birth pride were often locked up to keep others from having them.”
“While I don’t relish the idea of anyone trying to”—Tre’s jaw clenched—”have you, I’d prefer just to kill them instead of locking you up. I like the idea of having you with me, not in a cage.”
Dennis blinked. “You’d kill for me?”
“Without even having to think about it.”
Dennis threw himself at Tre, wrapping his arms around the big man. No one had ever cared enough about him to kill for him. He hadn’t even garnered a second glance from anyone until he had made himself indispensable as a personal assistant.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Tre chuckled as he lifted Dennis up in his arms and then turned to sit on the mattress. “One of these days I will convince you how important you are to me, Dennis.”
Dennis leaned back far enough to look into Tre’s face. “You can call me pet. I don’t mind.” As long as the word stayed an endearment.
“All right, pet.” When Tre leaned forward to brush their lips together, Dennis eagerly lifted his face. He could live on Tre’s kisses. “Are you hungry?” Tre asked when he pulled away.
Dennis started to say no when his stomach growled. “Yeah.” He laughed. “I guess I am.”
“Lunch is just about ready.” Tre simply stood up and started for the door, Dennis still held in his arms. Instead of feeling upset about it, Dennis wrapped his legs around Tre’s waist. He was pretty happy to stay right where he was.
The wide range of emotions he was swimming through confused him. He didn’t like being treated like a pet and yet he loved being carried by Tre. The two ideals were polar opposites of each other, and he couldn’t quite seem to land at one end or the other.
“You’re thinking too hard, Dennis.” Tre accompanied his words with a small smack to Dennis’s ass.
“Why do I like that?” Dennis didn’t realize he had spoken out loud until Tre chuckled.
“You’re a natural submissive, Dennis. You just need a safe environment to express those submissive tendencies.”
Dennis’s head cocked to one side as he considered Tre’s words. “Being a submissive is different than being an omega, isn’t it?”
“Yes and no. All omegas have submissive tendencies. That’s part of being an omega. But a true submissive takes those tendencies to the extreme.”
“I don’t understand.”
Tre grinned at him. “Not all omegas like being spanked as much as you do.”
“I still don’t understand why I like it,” Dennis grumbled. “I’m not a child.”
“No, you are most certainly not a child.” Tre paused in the hallway. Dennis was a little amazed at the man’s strength. Tre wasn’t even breathing heavy. “But I have no doubt that there are times you need to be punished. I suspect you are not as docile as you would like people to believe.”
Well, that much was true, but he wasn’t about to admit it out loud.
“That’s okay, pet,” Tre whispered against the side of Dennis’s head. “I like a little fire in my mate.”
Dennis dipped his head so Tre couldn’t see him smile. Tre seemed like a knowledgeable alpha, but there were just some things the alpha didn’t need to know. Or maybe it was that there were just some things Dennis knew he shouldn’t admit to.
When they reached the entrance to the dining room, Tre let Dennis slide down his body until he was standing. Dennis glanced toward the table. Boston sat there, which wasn’t all that strange. The man was Tre’s beta after all.
Seeing Nyle at the table was totally different.
Dennis took a step back. “Tre, what—”
“He can’t hurt you, Dennis.” Tre’s voice was firm, that of an alpha, not a mate. “He won’t hurt you.”
“But—” Dennis shuddered as the memory of every damn time the infuriating man had cornered him flashed through his mind.
“Come sit down, pet. It will be fine. I promise.”
There was something in Tre’s voice that caught Dennis’s attention enough for him to look away from Nyle and up to the alpha’s eyes. Dennis couldn’t tell what Tre was thinking, but he followed the man to the table. When they sat down, Dennis scooted as close to Tre as he could get without actually sitting in the man’s lap.
“Dennis,” Tre said. “I believe you are acquainted with Nyle Frasier?”
Dennis shot Nyle a glare. “Unfortunately.”
“I suspect you’re about to get a lot better acquainted with him in the near future.” Tre drew in a deep breath as if fortifying himself for what he was about to say. “He’s our mate.”
Before he could ask Dennis what in the hell he thought he was doing, the door opened and a dark haired man stepped inside. Tre had seen him around the pride a few times in the last couple of days, but Tre couldn’t remember ever being formally introduced to him. They had never gotten close enough to talk.
Tre gave the man his most uninterested, haughty look. “Can I help you?” He wasn’t pleased about the guy just barging into his office.
Tre didn’t miss the way the guy’s eyes darted around his office, almost as if searching for someone. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was searching was the man sitting between his legs. Shaking.
What in the hell was going on here?
Tre started to stand when he felt Dennis squeeze between his legs, the man’s head coming to rest on Tre’s thigh. Tre did the only thing he could. He settled back in his chair and spread his thighs to give Dennis more room.
“I believe I asked you a question.” There was just enough of a growl in his tone to let the man facing him know Tre was at the edge of his temper.
“My apologies, alpha.” The man gave him a quick bow of his head. His eyes never lowered, setting Tre’s cat on edge. He wasn’t being given the respect due him as the alpha of his pride. “I was looking for someone.”
Tre raised one eyebrow. “In my office?”
“He came down the hallway this way.”
Tre made a show of looking around the room. “And you think he’s in here?”
“Um, no sir. Sorry, sir.”
Tre had the hardest time keeping his eyes from bugging out of his head when he felt the zipper on his jeans slowly being lowered. His breath quickened. When his cock was pulled out of his pants and warm hot lips closed around it, Tre grunted. There was just no way could he keep the sudden blinding pleasure to himself.
Tre clenched his jaw as he reached underneath his desk and fisted a handful of Dennis’s hair. He didn’t pull him away. Just kept him from moving. “I stubbed my toe,” he said when he could speak again.
The man gave Tre a strange look, almost as if wondering if Tre was playing with all of his marbles. In that instant, he could honestly say he wasn’t. The man under the desk was playing with them, and quite well in fact.
“Was the something else I can help you with?” Tre was about to blow and it had only been a matter of moments. He needed to get this guy out of his office.
“Knock the next time you enter my office,” Tre snapped as the man turned to leave.
“Yes, sir.” The words were practically spit out. Tre could tell he was going to have problems with this man, whoever he was. He just didn’t have time to deal with it at the moment.
“Lock the door on your way out,” Tre said. “I have work to do, and I don’t wish to be disturbed.”
The man didn’t say anything, but the slamming of the door did. Tre’s lion roared his outrage. The disrespectful act was so simple, and yet could be seen as nothing to a regular member of the pride. Tre was not a regular member. He was an alpha, damn it, and he demanded respect.
When the mouth on his cock paused, Tre pushed his chair out just far enough to be able to look down at Dennis. “If you’re going to suck my dick, suck it right.”
Green eyes widened. Wrapping his lips around the head of Tre’s cock, Dennis began to suck again, his tongue tracing the veins on either side, his cheeks hollowed. God, had anything ever felt so good? It was all Tre could do to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head—not a very alpha thing to do.
The wet slurping sounds of his mouth gliding up and down Tre’s erection, sucking hard, made Tre almost come on the spot. Pleasure built inside Tre, pooling in his balls and drawing them tight to his body. His balls burned, and at this intensity, Tre knew he wasn’t going to last.
Dennis stuck out his tongue and licked Tre’s balls then took each one into his mouth and sucked them one by one. Tre cradled the back of Dennis’s head as he slid slowly in and out of Dennis’s mouth.
Tre moaned as Dennis swirled his tongue around Tre’s cock before pressing the tip into the slit in the flared head of his shaft. Dennis’s mouth tormented Tre, wringing searing pleasure after pleasure from his hard, aching dick. When Dennis opened wider, Tre speared his cock down the man’s throat. He furiously pumped his hips towards Dennis’s mouth.
Tre held Dennis’s head as he felt his orgasm approach. “Swallow it,” Tre demanded. “Every damn drop.”
As Dennis’s throat massaged his aching length, Tre came hard. He grunted as he shot pulse after pulse of seed into Dennis’s mouth. Dennis sucked and swallowed until Tre rolled his hips backward and pulled his dick from Dennis’s mouth with a damp pop.
Tre’s eyebrows lifted when Dennis carefully tucked him back into his jeans and zipped him back up. “Is this a service you provide all of your employers?”
Tre didn’t miss the flash of hurt in Dennis’s expressive green eyes as the man lowered them to the floor. He wished he could call his words back, but damn it, he wanted to know. He needed to know.
Fisting a large section of carrot red hair in his hand, Tre forced Dennis’s head back. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” Why that answer was so important to Tre, he didn’t know. It just was.
“No, sir,” Dennis whispered, his eyes downcast. “Just you, sir.”