The Duty of a Beta
Series: Pack Discipline - Book 3.
Genre: Male/Male, BDSM, Werewolf, Erotic Romance
Length: Novel (36,500 words)
Release Date: March 2011 - Available Now
Please note, this book is best read in sequence as part of the series
Here's the blurb:
Caught between duty and sweet temptation, what’s a wolf to do?
Gunnar has a job to do. He was brought into the pack to be mated to Alfred and that’s what he’s going to do. Beta’s have always been charged with taking control of the trouble makers in their packs, and Gunnar is going to do his duty by his new pack if it kills him.
Just because his eyes constantly stray towards another wolf, that’s no reason to alter his plans. His alphas might believe in love matches, but Gunnar believes in duty—no matter how sweet the temptation to let his thoughts wander to a very different wolf might be.
And a quick excerpt:
Gunnar registered the sound of running water just a moment too late. Steam swirled around the hot, humid little space as he pushed open the door and walked into the bathroom he was temporarily sharing with several other members of the pack. He was just about to take a pace back, close the door behind him and wait for the other wolf to finish his shower when he realised who was standing under the spray.
There was no step back. Gunnar froze as he ran his gaze over the lean, slim frame that had been drawing his attention ever since he joined the pack.
Talbot blinked rapidly, no doubt in an effort to clear the water from his big blue eyes. Bubbles from the soap he’d been lathering himself with continued to conceal his parts of torso for a few seconds, but they quickly slipped away under the force of the water. The omega was left entirely exposed to Gunnar’s inspection.
Damn, but he was stunning. And, somehow, while he stood in the shower, he looked far more naked than he ever had on those times when he’d just switched back into his human form and hadn’t had time to get dressed, he seemed far more naked than the beta was himself.
Gunnar looked down for a moment, eager to see if the little wolf had been doing more than washing under the hot spray.
No, Talbot wasn’t even hard. Gunnar tried not to wish he’d taken an even longer route on his run, and arrived just a few minutes later, perhaps when the omega would have been in the middle of something more interesting.
Dragging his gaze back up Talbot’s body, Gunnar met the smaller wolf’s eyes. Talbot immediately dropped his attention to the shower room floor, quick to show all due respect for their respective ranks within the pack.
That was exactly what he should do. It was precisely what Gunnar should want him to do. Still, he couldn’t help but think that a few moments in which he could admire the younger man’s eyes wouldn’t have been such a terrible thing.
Shaking his head and forcing himself to snap back into the real world, where there were far more important things for a beta to think about than pretty blue eyes, Gunnar reached for the door handle. He stopped with his fingers wrapped tightly around it as the omega stepped towards him.
“You can…” Talbot waved a hand towards the shower. “I’ll wait until after you’ve finished.”
Gunnar remained motionless for several long seconds as the steam rushed past him out of the room. He should leave. It was far too tempting for him to linger in the naked omega’s presence. Gunnar knew that. Yet, somehow, he still found himself stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, sealing them in the small space with the heat and vapour from the shower completely surrounding them.
Talbot swallowed rapidly as Gunnar silently stalked towards him. It was hard to believe that he wasn’t already regretting inviting his pack mate to take his place. As Gunnar moved past Talbot and stepped under the shower, the little wolf retreated several paces, putting himself well out of range of the cascading water.
Folding his arms across his chest, the omega seemed to do his best to blend into the stark white tiles that covered every wall of the wet room. As if there was any chance they could share any space without Gunnar being acutely aware of exactly where the smaller wolf was!
Gunnar tilted his head back and let the water run through his hair. After all the rain that had fallen over the last few days, his run had left him streaked with dirt. The water turned muddy as it ran down his body and swirled around his feet. The warmth of the hot spray quickly sank into muscles that ached after so much exertion out in the cold and sent a shiver of pleasure running down his spine.
Gunnar glanced towards Talbot, as he reached for the shampoo, just in time to see a far less enjoyable shudder run through the smaller man’s body. Gunnar’s eyes narrowed.
Maybe it was the displeasure in his tone, or maybe it was just his voice in general, but the omega damn near jumped out of his skin at the sound of his own name.
Gunnar bit back a curse. Anyone would think he’d threatened to hang, draw and quarter the guy on a regular basis—that he hadn’t actually gone out of his way to be kind to the omega ever since he joined the pack.
Nervous blue eyes blinked up at him from beneath a damp blond fringe, but the little omega didn’t say a word.
“Come here,” Gunnar ordered.
Talbot slowly did as he was told, closing the gap between them with all the enthusiasm of a man who really did think he was heading for a noose.
Finally he stopped in front of Gunnar, just out of range of the spray.
“There was something you wanted?” Talbot asked, as the silence finally seemed to become too much for him to bear.
Gunnar managed to bite the word back, but having to keep the truth inside his head did little for his temper. A growl emerged in its place.
He wanted Talbot. He wanted him facing the wall, with his hands braced on the pure white tiles, his legs spread and his back arched as he eagerly offered his arse to his more dominant mate.
Gunnar’s hand tightened into a fist at his side. Well, he wasn’t going to bloody well get what he wanted, so there was no point day dreaming about it.
Catching hold of the smaller man’s shoulder, he dragged him under the shower. The little wolf gasped. He stumbled. Reaching out, he instinctively sought to brace himself against the tiles as he struggled to keep his footing. His hands skidded against the slippery surface.