Never Go Back

Never Go Back

Book 3.5 Cloverleah Pack Series

By Lisa Oliver

Never Go Back (Book 3.5 Cloverleah Pack Series)

Copyright © 2014 by Lisa Oliver

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First Edition September 2014

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Never Go Back is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning:  This book contains material that maybe offensive to some people including graphic language, cursing, explicit sex between males, male-male sex, anal intercourse, oral, rimming and a few BDSM elements.

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Dedication

To all my readers who have been so patiently waiting for my next book.  Thank you for understanding that sometimes life just gets in the way.

Chapter One

You want me to wear a suit?  Scott’s voice sounded incredulous and Damien couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his handsome mate, wrapped only in a hotel towel, standing in the bathroom doorway.  Scott was never one for drying himself off thoroughly after a shower, and Damien found himself fascinated as twin droplets of water meandered their way down the marble smoothness of Scott’s chest before getting caught in the hard ridges of his abdomen.  Damn, his mate was positively delicious and Damien regretted making their first appointment of the day so early.  At just on six foot, Scott was the epitome of an all-American blond hair, blue-eyed, muscle packed man and once again Damien thanked the Fates that this man was his mate. 

Why on earth would I want to wear a suit, Scott continued as he sauntered closer to the bed, when my ex-Alpha has only ever seen me in jeans and a leather jacket?  He knows I’m not a suit type of guy.  He’ll think I’m trying to con him or something.

It’s a matter of perception, lover, Damien drawled easily from his relaxed position on the bed.  He had started getting dressed, in that he had on his suit pants.  Well cut pants that were getting tighter, the closer Scott got to the bed. A suit automatically gives off the impression of power, wealth and status.  You said yourself that Alpha Connor is impressed by such things.  It won’t hurt to give him a little thrill.  I’ll be wearing one.

Now standing next to the bed, Scott gazed fondly at his mate.  Yes, but you can pull it off.  You’re the almighty Damien, Alpha of the largest pack in the United States.  You’re rich and powerful and respected, no matter where you go.  People expect you to wear a suit.  He’s going to take one look at me and remember the tow headed kid who was always getting into trouble.  The deviant who ran away from his pack to join his equally deviant brother.  It won’t matter what I wear.

Damien growled.  Nobody had the right to think badly of his mate, especially Scott’s homophobic ex-Alpha.  Scott and Damien had just come from Griff and Diablo’s wedding - two men from the Cloverleah pack that Scott was a part of until Damien crossed his path.  After a few upsets and miscommunications Scott had made the move to Texas and was now learning his place in the San Antonio pack.  He still wasn’t used to his Alpha Mate status, or what that would mean to wolves in other packs.  Damien knew his own presence at the meet the Alpha appointment would guarantee Scott’s safety, but he really wanted his mate to go into that meeting wearing the confidence of his position.

Moving swiftly, Damien pulled Scott from his standing position by the bed, into a more comfortable lying position on the bed - well, on Damien actually.  As always, the feel of Scott’s silky smooth skin and hard body set off a chain reaction of lust in Damien, and he fought hard to keep his train of thought as all of the blood in his head rushed south.

Hovering his face just inches from Scott’s, Damien growled, You are my Alpha Mate.  You are second in the pack, only to me.  You now outrank more than 95% of the wolves in the whole of the United States, probably more.  Just like me, you are rich, the co-owner of a successful business, and you have enough power and status that your ex-Alpha is going to salivate at the idea of knowing your name.

You know I don’t think about you like that, don’t you? Scott asked quietly, his blue eyes troubled.

Like what? Rich, successful and powerful?

No, although those things probably don’t mean as much to me as they might to someone else.  That I’m trying to cash in on my mate status with you, or trying to rub my nose in it to my ex-Alpha.

Kissing the tip of Scott’s nose, Damien swallowed a sigh.  They had already had this conversation, back before the New York trip.  Scott had been helping Damien with some pack matters and had gotten upset when a human woman had hugged him in gratitude for saving her son.  Breaking down in front of Damien afterwards, Scott had confessed to missing his own mother, despite the fact she wanted nothing to do with him, or his twin brother Troy, since learning they were gay.  It was that breakdown that had given Damien the idea to visit Wildwood Lake in Tennessee - home of Scott’s original home pack.  Although both Scott and Damien knew that the chances of Scott’s parents having anything to do with Scott during the visit were slim, Damien wanted to give it a try.  And from what Scott had shared about Alpha Connor, the man was such a social climber he would welcome a visit from Damien even if the man had been accompanied by a harem of little gay twinks complete with makeup and bells on.  If the emails the man had sent to Damien via his personal assistant Madison were any indication, there wasn’t anything that Alpha Connor wouldn’t do for his illustrious visitor.

We’ve talked about this, lover.  I don’t care if you take your status as my mate and rub it in the nose of every fucking wolf between here and Canada.  You have the distinction of being the only wolf, the only man, the only person in the entire world, that I would gladly bend down and kiss the feet of.

Ew, you wouldn’t, Scott said with his nose scrunched up.  I do not have sexy feet.

Every bit of you is sexy to me, mate of mine, Damien assured him.  We are fated mates.  That means that not only did I chose you, but the Fate’s did.  Can’t you see what that says about you?  To be mated to the oldest, strongest wolf in the United States?

That I’m a sucker for older men? Scott said with a cheeky grin.  When Damien mock snarled at him, Scott reached up and kissed him on the chin.  You know you never did tell me how old you are.

Old enough to know that if I kiss you properly right now, then we are going to be late for our meeting.  Damien swept an appreciative look at his mate’s body, spread out on top of him. He gave Scott a light tap on his towel covered ass and said, Now get up. Stop grumbling and put on the clothes we bought you for the wedding.  You totally make my blood boil in that suit.

Jumping up in response to the slap, Scott dropped his towel and walked naked to the closet where housekeeping had deposited the men’s belongings.  Pulling out his suit that had been carefully hung up, he draped it in front of himself and turned to face Damien who was just getting off the bed.

Do you mean to tell me that you would rather see me clothed in this, he pulled the hanger away exposing his naked body and very erect cock. than like this?  His hand sweeping down his flesh.

Damien groaned at the sight.  His mate was just too damned sexy and such a tease.  Damien, like most wolf shifters, had always had a high sex drive, often having sex three or more times a day.  But since meeting and mating Scott, he seemed to sport a permanent hard on.  Seeing his mate hard, primed and ready for action was damn near impossible to ignore and Damien knew from past experience, it wasn’t a good idea to brush off his mate when the man had thoughts of sex on his mind.

Unable to resist, Damien covered the few steps between them in a split second, crushing Scott to his chest with a growl.  I don’t want anyone else to see you like this.  Ever.  Only me.  Now get those clothes on before I bend you over the bed and remind you how fucking powerful I am.

Laughing at him, Scott slipped out of his grasp and started pulling his clothes from the hanger.  And that’s meant to be a deterrent, Alpha?  Really?  He finally pulled on his trousers, tucking away that cock that Damien would dearly love to swallow whole.

Fiddling with the buttons on his own shirt, Damien waited until Scott was fully dressed before pulling the man into his arms again. 

I love you, he said seriously.  And I always want you, preferably naked.  But you promised me you would show me around your home town and where you grew up, and to do that, we need to see Alpha Connor. It’s the polite thing to do.

Yeah, I know. Now Scott was busy playing with the buttons Damien had only just done up, refusing to look Damien in the eye.  I’m just not sure this is a good idea.  I mean I know that other Alpha’s know that you are gay, but I guess shoving a male mate down their throats is not the best idea, especially with this pack. I don’t want anyone to think less of you and your position because of me.

Damien took the time to kiss Scott softly across the top of his head as he tried to think about what to say.  His mate’s insecurities had caused so many problems for the both of them when they first met, and Damien supposed the two men really hadn’t been with each other long enough for those insecurities to be put to rest.  When they met Scott had been a beta wolf, smaller and a lot less powerful than Damien.  But in the short time they had been together Damien had already experienced just how fearless and unbelievably caring Scott was. 

His mate had fought off rogue wolves and bear shifters.  Scott had saved abused children from a house fire.  He had single-handedly turned Damien’s life completely upside down and Damien thanked the Fates for bringing Scott into his life every single day.  Damien wished there was a way he could get his mate to see himself the way Damien saw him.  Powerful, strong, caring and compassionate, not to mention sexier than any wolf had a right to be.  For Damien, Scott was perfect in every single way. He just wished he had the words to express that sort of thing to Scott.

I am not weakened by you, lover, Damien said as he tilted up Scott’s head and looked deep into those bright blue eyes.  "You strengthen me.  You are everything to me.  Think about it for a moment.  Everyone claims to be in awe of me.  I am this almighty fucking Alpha - huge pack, strong wolf, blah, blah, blah.  Gay wolf.  Don’t you see what our partnership can do to help other gay wolves in packs that are run like your old one?  No one, and I mean no one, would dare question our true mate status.  Or they shouldn’t.  And if the strongest fucking wolf in the land can be gay, and find their true mate, then eventually other Alpha’s are going to have to stop their persecution of their own gay pack members.  Our mating is a sign from the Fates that there is nothing wrong with being a gay wolf.  Our love will…well, it will show everyone that not only are gay wolves very real, but just as important and powerful as any other wolf in the pack.  Fuck, I need to talk to Shawn about this - we should go and visit every fucking pack we can.  Imagine the good that sort of thing would do." 

Damien was getting quite excited about the idea now.  He had never thought about what implications might be behind his own sexual orientation and subsequent mating.  But the more he thought about it, the more the idea took hold.  He had literally dozens of wolves in his pack who had been evicted from their home packs because they were gay. 

Damien had already been thinking about bonding with Scott in an Alpha Mate Ritual.  An event like that, with a wolf of Damien’s standing, would be huge among the shifters, and most Alphas invited wouldn’t dare brush off a chance to attend.  While Damien himself hadn’t seen the necessity of going through such a ritual until the Cloverleah pack Alpha, Kane, had mentioned how important it was to show all wolves - and the Fates - how the mated pair felt about each other, he was starting to see just how positive an event like that could be.  Not only for him and Scott, but also for other gay wolves.

I don’t think Alpha Connor is going to change his mind about gay wolves, Damien, no matter, how in awe he is going to be about you.  He is just too set in his ways, Scott said, dropping a kiss on Damien’s chest and moving away to finish dressing.

The mere fact that he will be having me in his home, is a step in the right direction, Damien assured him as the two men put their boots on. And our enforcers will make sure that everyone has a lovely, polite time of it all, regardless of what Alpha Connor might think personally.

Did you have to bring four of them, and your PA?

I would have bought them all, if I could have, Damien said seriously.  Nothing is more important than your safety, mate, and you should know that by now. Plus which, a man of my standing has to have an entourage. It’s all part of the image, my sweet.  He brushed his hand over Scott’s shoulder, wiping away imaginary lint.  Now then, shoulders back, head held high, and remember you are Alpha Mate of the San Antonio pack.  You outrank this mongrel in every way. Let’s go make his day.

Chapter Two

Alpha Connor’s pack house was just as Scott remembered it.  The Wildwood Lake pack owned about 2400 acres and the Alpha’s house was situated at the front of the land.  Even though the pack was small, only 30-40 members including wives and children, the house they were visiting was a huge two storey affair completely made of wood, with window boxes and a large ornate double front door, flanked by two carved poles.  Unable to help himself, Scott got that queasy feeling in his stomach that he always used to get every time he had been summoned to the Alpha’s house.  He had only ever been invited there when he and Troy were in trouble.  Scott equated the feeling to the one you get when you have to go to the Principle’s office for some wrongdoing.  He and Troy had been used to that feeling as well.

Damien had obviously picked up on Scott’s unease as their two car convoy pulled up the driveway, because he took Scott’s hand and held it firmly.  The two men remained in their car as the four enforcers and Madison, the PA, got out, the four enforcers all huge, dressed in black, and complete with aviator glasses.  Scott knew that Damien had purposefully picked gay enforcers, and Madison of course wore his sexual orientation like a badge.  Today the little man wore nicely tailored, dark grey suit pants and teamed it up with a bright lavender shirt and deep mauve tie.  His boots were the same color as the tie and sported a two inch heel, and silver caps.  His blond hair was teased up and heavily gelled and the man completed his look with lavender eye liner and lip gloss.  Madison looked like a bright peacock in a sea of black.  He was completely dwarfed by the enforcers.

When Malacai had heard what Damien and Scott had planned he insisted on being part of the guard detail.  Although technically Damien’s second in command, he had assured Damien that the club was in good hands under Levi and Lucius’s guardianship and Malacai had left the pack in the hands of the elders at the compound.  Now that the threat from Jacob and his cronies was over, the enforcers at the compound were able to take care of any little problems that might crop up. 

Malacai was just over six feet four inches tall and almost as broad as Damien.  His long brown hair fell in waves around his face and down his back, framing a clear, strong face.  His green eyes were sharp and his pale pink lips were surprisingly full given the hard lines on the rest of his face.  What gave Malacai real depth however, was his age.  Although not as old as Damien, at only 100 years old, Malacai had been looking for his mate for more than eighty years and he welcomed the opportunity to check out any eligibles at another pack.  Even Scott’s continued assurance that he and Troy had been the only gay men at their home pack, didn’t deter Malacai.  He knew many a man who thought they weren’t gay, or didn’t allow themselves to admit their feelings for other