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  Luka had never done that to him while he was still in a man’s shape, no one had. Niketas moaned before he could stop himself, pressed his hips up and then froze as he felt an erection even thicker than his own pressing right back against his cock.

  He sucked in a breath, heard Luka laughing in the background while a warm hand took hold of his chin and forced him to look into blue, burning eyes. “Well, aren’t you something. Niketas, are you? I’m Stelios.”

  “I know that—”

  “Good.”

  He bent over Niketas’ mouth and kissed him. Niketas gasped in surprise. He’d never kissed a man before, and Stelios had Luka’s blue eyes, yes, but with a fire in them that promised much more than just a kiss even as he deepened it. Niketas opened his mouth when Stelios licked his lips, accepted Stelios’ tongue and moaned at the hot touch of it on his tongue, against the roof of his mouth. His eyes drifted closed, and he started to reach up, wrap his arms around broad, hot shoulders.

  Stelios pulled back, and left Niketas standing alone in the middle of the room, flushed and harder than he’d ever been in his life.

  “You see what I mean?” It was Luka’s voice, and Niketas couldn’t help looking over at him. “He’s perfect for you, Stelios. He wants me too much, and I can’t keep—”

  “Tell me you haven’t been trying to punish him the pack way.” Stelios’ amusement was obvious, and Niketas stared straight at the floor. Luka cleared his throat, and Stelios started laughing. “Well done, little brother. Well done. I’m sure that made him want you so much less. All right, I’ll take him off your hands. For a while, anyway. Until I decide if I really like him or not.”

  Niketas scowled and looked up, but Luka was just nodding, zipping up his jacket, turning for the—door? “Luka, don’t just—you can’t just leave me here with him!”

  “Yes, I can. I’m Alpha, remember? And I already told you, as far as you’re concerned, so is Stelios.” He stopped at the door and looked back for just a second. “Try to be…try to enjoy yourself, alright? I know this is what you need. It just…you just can’t get it from me. He’ll be good to you.”

  “I…” Then Niketas stopped, shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ll try.”

  “I’ll be back before the full moon at the end of the month. You’re still part of my pack, remember that. I need you with me if I’m ever going to find a mate.”

  Niketas raised an eyebrow. “Really? But after the mess with Sophie I thought…what about Anna?”

  Luka’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Anna was August’s woman.” He snatched the door open, walked through it and didn’t look back again. Niketas was alone with Stelios, and he turned slowly and lifted his gaze to meet that hot blue stare.

  “Well…what do I do with you now, hm? I was on my way to work, almost out the door. Luka’s always had poor timing… Do I leave you here to entertain yourself? That doesn’t seem like much of a punishment, and I think you need one. That is why Luka brought you here.”

  “No—”

  “Yes. Just because you’ve been lusting after him doesn’t mean that you have an excuse for disobedience. But he couldn’t punish you anymore, that’s what you want and that’s not punishment.”

  Niketas tightened his hands into fists and found the will to stare directly into Stelios’ eyes. “I wasn’t lusting after him, I—and it wasn’t disobedience. I just…wanted him to pay attention.”

  “Don’t lie to me. You wanted him to fuck you.” Stelios took a half dozen steps forward, and Niketas was forced back against the wall beside the door. Warm breath brushed across his neck, made him shudder, and Niketas was still while Stelios breathed in his scent, licked at his throat, then nipped sharply at his pounding pulse.

  “You wanted him to fuck you just like you want me to fuck you right now.” He closed his hand around the bulge of Niketas’ cock in his jeans without any warning, and he bucked against the touch, then jerked back, almost embarrassed.

  “So eager. I like that. Tell me what you want, Niketas.”

  “To go back to the mountain!”

  “Oh? Really…more disobedience, then? I’m sure Luka will be so pleased to see you.”

  “Goddammit! Stop with the—”

  Low, but rising in volume and intensity, Stelios growled, and the sound of it made Niketas snap his mouth shut. He knew Luka, what he would do in any given situation, what his response was likely to be. He did not know Stelios, and just the fact of where he was, the rich apartment around him, told him that this brother was very different from the one he knew.

  As if Stelios had read his mind, he held Niketas’ jaw in one hand and forced him to keep eye contact, spoke with that same growl beneath his voice.

  “I’m not my brother. I don’t have his patience for troublemakers. You haven’t even been here ten minutes and that makes twice you’ve defied me already. Once more and I’ll tie you up so tight you won’t have an inch to move in, no matter what I decide to do to you. And I am deciding, Niketas. Of course, you could be honest with me about what you want, and maybe have a little more fun.”

  Niketas suffered conflicting impulses. On the one hand, there was the memory of Stelios’ kiss, hot and deep and full of promise he wanted to explore. There was his cock, throbbing in his jeans, begging for attention. But then…if he did say yes, he had a feeling that everything was going to change. More than just one encounter was at stake here. Wasn’t accepting Stelios just accepting a substitute for Luka? Accepting that he was never going to…

  “I’m being honest. I want to go home, just because I like how you kiss me doesn’t—just because you’re an Alpha doesn’t make you my Alpha!”

  A dangerous glint grew behind the fire in Stelios’ eyes. “Not your Alpha? Not even though my brother said so? Not even though you can’t help but respond to me? Look at you, rubbing yourself off on my thigh. Did you even notice, or does even that much of me just feel too good?”

  “What? I—”

  Niketas felt his cheeks burning, wished there was somewhere for him to go. Stelios had him caged against the wall, had gone back to licking his throat, sucking and biting his way down to his collarbone. He was rubbing his cock against Stelios’ thigh, and he couldn’t make himself stop, not with Stelios’ breath hot against his skin, his whole body pinning him against the wall.

  He’d wanted this—well, something like this—for too long to make even a good show of denying it. Stelios curled one hand into Niketas’ collar, and tugged once.

  “I want this shirt off, Niketas. And your jeans.”

  “Oh—”

  Stelios leaned back and let Niketas out from between his arms. “Now. While I make a phone call. I don’t think…no, I’m definitely not going in to work today.”

  Chapter Two

  Stelios left Niketas panting against the wall, palm pressed against his cock as he stared after him. He smirked to himself as he made his way to the phone. Stelios’ only obligation was to himself, and he made his own hours—one of the benefits of owning his own company. That didn’t change the fact that it was only courteous to let everyone know he’d be out of the office.

  It took less than three minutes, and he fully expected Niketas to be naked by the time he came back out to the living room. Instead he was standing still, his back to Stelios and his fingers on the buttons of his shirt. By the time Stelios came around to stand in front of him, he still only had half a dozen buttons undone.

  The haze had gone from Niketas’ face, too, his lusty flush reduced to a bare dusting of warmth beneath the tan of his skin.

  “What did I say, Niketas?”

  “Huh? Oh—sorry, I—”

  “Sorry. Is that what you say to Luka when you disobey?”

  “What? I was getting undressed, I just…I was thinking, I guess. I don’t even know you all that well!”

  “You didn’t seem to care how well you knew me five minutes ago, you just wanted me to keep you against that wall until you came in your pants.”
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  There was that flush again. Pretty. But Stelios kept the word to himself. Niketas wasn’t the type to appreciate it. Instead, Stelios thought it was time to follow through on his promise. He hadn’t thought it would be this easy, not really, but apparently Niketas had become too accustomed to his own defiant habits to even realize what he was doing.

  Niketas peeled his shirt off his shoulders and stood holding it awkwardly, then reached his hands down toward the button of his jeans. Stelios smiled. Good. So he did want it.

  “Those can wait. Take your shoes off and leave them by the door—the shirt can stay here too.” This time Stelios stayed where he was and watched to make sure Niketas did exactly what he was told.

  Stelios loosened his tie while he watched Niketas bending, took off his suit jacket and undid the cuff buttons so he could roll up his sleeves. Niketas bent by the door to put his shoes down, and Stelios licked his lips. Perfect ass.

  When Niketas turned around again, he looked Stelios up and down, taking in his casual undress. His throat moved—his fingers twitched and Stelios dropped his gaze to the bulge in Niketas’ jeans as his cock thickened further. He grinned, then turned his back.

  “Come with me.”

  He strode out of the living room and heard Niketas following, but not silently.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “You shouldn’t have to ask that. I already told you what the consequences would be if you defied me again.”

  “I didn’t—what the hell!”

  “If you weren’t listening, or you don’t remember, I told you I was going to tie you up and not give you an inch to move in.”

  Stelios pushed open the door to his playroom, but Niketas didn’t follow him inside. He stood at the threshold, staring at the ropes and chains hung in neat coils on the walls, the rings to tie them to, the pillar in the center of the room, the pulleys on the ceiling and the tall, mahogany bureaus that gave away nothing of what was inside them.

  His gaze slid from one thing to another, and Stelios smirked, wondering what Niketas was thinking. His eyes were just…wide, and his expression was carefully blank.

  “Jeans off. Now. And everything else.”

  “No way, no way.”

  “No?” Stelios stalked Niketas right out of the room and against the wall opposite the door. “You really want to say no to me? Now you have two lessons to learn.”

  He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Niketas’ jeans and lifted him with one hand. Niketas yelped as he toppled sideways, but Stelios had no intention of letting him fall. He held him by the back of his jeans, carried him into the room and shut the door behind them.

  A soundproofed silence descended, and Stelios dropped Niketas at the base of the pillar and stared down at him until he got to his knees.

  “Strip. Or I’ll do it for you.”

  Niketas moaned faintly, then bit his lip and flushed. He looked horrified with himself, but the sound had betrayed his desire and now he had nothing to say. No denials, no retreat. He stood slowly and stripped out of his jeans and socks.

  “On the floor.”

  He dropped them without a word, then stood with his back straight against the pillar, his breathing quick and his scent half lust, half fear. “Stay just like that, I want to look at you.”

  Stelios strode forward and stared openly at Niketas’ body. He drew his thumb across one nipple and Niketas sucked in a little gasp. “Sensitive? I like that.” He bent and licked at the hard nub, nipped at it with his teeth and Niketas groaned.

  He stood back, and Niketas followed him with his eyes as Stelios strode across the room to the wall and contemplated the ropes he had hung there. Nylon, cotton, silk, hemp… He looked back over his shoulder at Niketas—black hair, dark eyes, and tan skin. White rope, oh yes. White silk ropes, and Stelios was going to wrap him up in them. He’d need to anyway, to hold Niketas still. He might be omega but he was still a wolf, and his muscles were already tense with apprehension.

  He tensed further and shrank back against the pillar as Stelios came toward him with the ropes in hand. His eyes were fixed on them, only occasionally flicking up to look into Stelios’ face.

  Stelios snapped instructions at him. “Stand straight. Arms behind your back, and the backs of your wrists together. Yes, like that. Legs apart—legs apart, I said.” He obeyed, and Stelios took a moment just to look at him, gorgeous and still defiant.

  That wouldn’t last, though. That wouldn’t last long at all.

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  Niketas stayed very still while Stelios hovered over him and started to wrap the ropes around his shoulders and his back. His movements were careful, methodical and slow, every knot laid precisely where he wanted it.

  He wrapped smooth curls of rope around Niketas’ shoulders, then down over his breastbone and across his chest. Once he got used to the slow movements, the soft rub of the rope against his skin, it was easy to fall into the rhythm of Stelios’ movements.

  Left, then right, over and over—then around his chest again, and Niketas sucked in a little breath when Stelios rolled the rope over his nipples.

  He worked his way down with careful knots, coiled the rope around Niketas and the pillar behind him, then crossed the ropes over each other into perfect diamonds separated by knots. Niketas stared at the pattern, interested, as Stelios continued to wrap the ropes over his chest and down across his abs.

  Stelios paused then and stared at him critically. “Try to move now.”

  Niketas strained, pulled forward, testing, and then jerked against the ropes holding him against the pillar. He’d thought he would be able to get free, it was only ropes after all, but he was bound so tightly to the pillar all he could do was rock forward an inch or so.

  He struggled in vain, but the more he tried to twist his arms free the tighter the ropes around his chest held him. When he tugged against those, the ropes holding his wrists behind his back made him arch more against the pillar behind him.

  He didn’t miss the way Stelios stared at him, appreciative and then eating him up with his stare, but Niketas growled anyway. He pulled harder, harder, until he was panting, sweaty, aggravated and angry. “Let me go—Goddamn it, I don’t even want to be here—”

  “Really? But your cock is dripping all over my floor, Niketas.”

  He dropped his eyes and stared at his erection as if it was betraying him. Fucking hell it was true, he was leaking all over the place. Stelios grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to look into his face.

  “I don’t like you lying to me. I don’t like you telling me you don’t want this when you do. If you really want out—if you want to go back to Luka and stay on that damned mountain, I will let you go. I’m giving you a safe word, you understand? Not stop, not ‘no more’, not please. Let’s say…umbrella.”

  Niketas snorted, and Stelios shrugged. “Not something you’re likely to shout at me no matter how much I take you, is it? So? It counts now—if you want me to stop, say it and I’ll let you go before I really get started.”

  Niketas felt his flush spreading, down, down, from his cheeks to his chest and further. He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to stop. Stelios had barely started, and he thought maybe his idea of punishment would involve Niketas taking his cock. He wanted it, and if he let Stelios do what he wanted...

  “It’s…it’s fine. For now, anyway.”

  “For now, hm? Good.” The Alpha reached for the trailing ends of the rope, tugged a last knot into place just above Niketas’ erection, and started to wrap it around the base of his cock. He wound the rope around the omega’s balls, too, then tugged the length of silk behind him, up over his buttocks and into a last few loops around his waist.

  Finally, Stelios pulled another pair of ropes down from somewhere Niketas couldn’t see. He attached them to the loops he’d just made, then wrapped them around his thighs just above his knees, then back up around his waist again.

  When he tied them off and stepped back Niketas jerked, then s
wore as the rope cinched tight around the base of his cock.

  “S-Stelios…ohhhnng. God, that’s—fuck!” Stelios teased the tip of the omega’s cock with warm, rough fingers, smeared Niketas’ own slick over the head and down as he stroked. “Oh—don’t stop. Fuck that’s good.”

  There was something amused in Stelios’ expression, but Niketas didn’t understand, didn’t care. He lay his head back, closed his eyes and thrust back as much as he could into Stelios’ hand.

  He’d had plenty of women touch him before, but no men, and he liked the difference more than he’d thought he would—the rough way Stelios gripped him, stroked and twisted his fist around the tip of his cock. He liked the ropes, the way they held him, the way they kept him still and the way they rubbed against his skin.

  “So good—”

  “It’s supposed to be. Now…” Stelios walked across the room to one of the bureaus, but only crouched and opened a drawer. Niketas couldn’t see what was inside, but he had his suspicions.

  He couldn’t see what Stelios brought back with him, either, but his fist was closed around something, and Niketas only jumped a little when Stelios came back and he felt warm, slick fingers between his buttocks, teasing around his hole and barely pressing inside.

  Then one dipped in and curled inside him as Stelios fucked him with it, and Niketas bucked up, then pressed back against the penetration. He moaned, spread his legs wider, and braced against the pillar.

  Stelios chuckled. “You like that? You like my finger inside you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh? I thought I was going to get more denials.”

  “No, I—I want—”

  “I don’t care what you want, you’re going to take what I give you.”

  Niketas closed his eyes again as Stelios started to stretch him with a second finger. With his hands tied at the small of his back, he had to arch forward instead of pressing back against Stelios’ fingers like he wanted to. Deeper—deeper, and Niketas groaned and bit his lip to keep back the other sounds he could feel welling in his throat.