Chameleon Wolf (2 page)

“We have the same parents, Donatello. I can’t be a bastard,” Sam replied with a sweet smile.

“Don’t remind me,” Donatello muttered into his beer.

At sudden cheering, Matt looked over towards the pool tables where some of the girls were bumping fists and guys were grumbling.

Sam turned to see the excitement and chuckled. “Guess the girls beat them at pool again.”

“And yet, they never give up and still have a chip on their shoulders every time they challenge them.” Matt shook his head and smiled. It was nice just to hang out, enjoy the company, and have bonding time with the pack.

* * * *

Zac dressed quickly after his shower. He always loved the shower after the hunt. It felt like washing away some of things he needed to do in his duty as a Delta. Once he threw jeans onto his tall, muscular frame, he bent over and toweled off his long, black hair. He kept it just about shoulder length, long enough to tie back should he need it.

He wasn’t hungry, since he picked up a burger on the road, but it was too early to hit the sack.

Zac threw on a shirt and sneakers then grabbed his wallet, keys, and cell phone. He wanted to go check out the local watering hole with the hope of getting laid tonight. One had to be careful in smaller towns, though. Some people didn’t like gay men in their area.

Jogging across the street, he got a better look at the place. It really was a dive bar. Opening the door and taking a couple steps in, he locked on the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen.

Damn!
The man was breathtaking. Zac realized he’d actually stopped walking and froze the instant their eyes met. Shaking himself back to the present, he headed towards the bar.

Weird, never been lost in a guy like that before,
Zac thought.
Oh
fuck! There are wolves here.

Just as their scent hit him, his must have hit theirs because the bar was silent except for the TV’s blaring sports. Backing up as quickly as he could, but making no sharp movements, Zac headed for the door. As soon as he started to hear frenzied sounds of lust, he turned and ran.

* * * *

Holy hell, that man is gorgeous!
Matt thought to himself as his gaze landed on his living wet dream.
He’s gotta be at least six-four or
six-five!
He felt himself holding his breath, his beer frozen in place half way to his mouth.

The god of a man seemed to have the same reaction, freezing his steps to stare at Matt. As the man continued into the bar, Matt got a good look at his broad shoulders, muscled back, slim hips, gorgeous ass, and legs that looked more like tree trunks than legs.

Matt's head jerked up when he heard several growls coming from pack members. His Alpha and Beta looked around, confused as he was, then noticed the man backing away from the bar.

“Fuck, we have a Delta here,” Donatello said, standing up so fast his stool fell back. “Sam, keep everyone in the bar for a bit, and then make sure they go directly home. I’m going after the Delta.”

Donatello moved so fast he was out the door seconds after the gorgeous man. Matt followed Sam to the door to block it from other pack members who would want to go after them.

“Everyone calm down,” Sam yelled as they barely beat a few of the pack to the door before they could get out. They slammed into Matt and Sam hard. Trying to push them back without hurting anyone was proving to be a difficult task. “Come on, guys. Keep your heads!”

“Back up,” Matt yelled.

“I want him. Move out of my way,” one of the front men yelled, taking a swing at Sam.

“He’s a Delta. Control yourselves,” Sam hollered as he ducked the punch.

“A Delta, here?” a woman questioned.

“He has to be. Why else would all of you want him and be losing it?” Matt tried reasoning with them. “Just calm down, take a few minutes, and everyone’s to head home. Alpha’s orders.” He held his breath, waiting to see what happened next. When people started to back off, he heard Sam exhale as he did.

“Thank fuck, that could have gotten really bad,” Sam whispered under his breath.

“No kidding,” Matt hissed back. After taking a few more minutes to make sure everyone was calm, they started herding people out to their vehicles.

“I got a text from Donatello with the guy’s room number. I’ve got to head over there,” Sam told him. “You’re coming with, Matt.”

“Me? Why?” Matt just about squeaked out.

“Because you weren’t affected,” Sam replied with a knowing grin.

What he knew, though, Matt wasn’t sure.

* * * *

Just as he got back to the motel and almost to his room, Zac heard someone shout, “Wait, I’m the Alpha!” That got Zac’s attention. He slowed down and turned around, eyeing the man cautiously. While the Alpha wouldn't be affected by Zac's scent, that didn't mean he couldn’t be a complete asshole.

“You’re the Alpha?”

“Yes. I’m going to slowly approach you so you can see I’m not out of my mind with lust, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Come on, though. I want to get in my room,” Zac replied. The man seemed fine. When he was a couple of feet away, Zac nodded and led the Alpha towards his room. He let the man inside and locked the door. A quick jerk on the curtains cast the room almost into shadows. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware of a pack in the area.

I would have made my presence known to you.”

“I figured as much. I’m Donatello Rain, Alpha of the local pack,”

the man said, extending his hand.

“Zac Sheehan, Delta from the Kankakee Pack. I was out this way to handle something for the council. I stopped here tonight before heading home tomorrow.”

“Nice to meet you, Zac,” Donatello said, letting go of his hand.

“My Beta is keeping the others at bay until they calm down and head home, so you should be good for the night.”

“So…we’re okay then?” Zac asked, knowing that some packs hated Deltas, killing any that were born or they came into contact with. Other packs would capture them for their gifts and the power they brought.

“We’re good. You have nothing to fear from us, Zac. I promise as Alpha. Let me text my Beta so he can head over here when he’s done and give the all clear.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. There’s no way I could have gotten away from all of them. I can handle several lusting wolves but no way a whole bar full.” Zac chuckled nervously.

“Boy, would you have been sore! And I would have some dead in the frenzy, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, it’s great to be a Delta sometimes,” Zac replied with a frown.

“Hey, I feel the same way about Alpha at times. You do the best you can. That’s all you can do, really.”

“I know, I do, just had a hell of a hunt. I wanted nothing more than to kick back and have a couple beers, maybe get laid. Is that too much to ask?”

Before Donatello could answer, there was a knock at the door.

“Sam, everything go okay?” Donatello asked after he opened the door. “Matt, what are you doing here?”

“Matt was unaffected by the Delta,” Sam replied, sharing a knowing look with Donatello.

“Really?” Donatello asked with a goofy tone.

“So what? What’s the big deal?” Matt asked and stopped in the doorway when he spotted the sexy man from the bar. He couldn't keep from just staring at him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Zac replied, stepping closer. He grabbed Matt’s arm and pulled him inside the room and closed the door. “You know who I am?” Zac couldn’t believe this was the man from the bar. He was the best-looking male he’d ever seen.

“You’re a Delta. I’m drawn to you. I’m not going crazy like the others, but I want you,” Matt said before he could shut up. “I’m sorry, I…I don’t know why I said that.”

“I do,” Zac whispered before lowering his lips down to Matt’s. It was just a soft brush of the lips, but Zac felt the electricity from that kiss go straight to his dick. He’d never been so hard in his life!

“Wow,” Matt whispered against his mouth. “That’s why everyone wants to have sex with a Delta.”

“It’s not about him being a Delta, Matt,” Donatello said from behind them. “Only Alphas, Betas, and the Delta’s mates aren’t affected by their scent. Matt, you know you aren’t an Alpha or a Beta.”

“You’re—really? Wow, I must have done something right in my life. I mean, you’re hot!” Matt replied, beaming at Zac.

“Glad you think so.” Zac chuckled, releasing Matt. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-two,” Matt said quietly. “Is that okay?”

“Wow, that’s, well, that’s pretty young. Are you okay with being mated that young?” Zac asked, stepping back to look at the younger, much smaller man.
He’s got to be only five-nine and about 150

pounds. But man, he is gorgeous. Look at that body!
Matt was lean, not skinny by any means, with gorgeous green eyes and angelic blond hair.

“Yes, of course,” Matt answered, going back over to Zac and wrapping his arms around the man's waist.

Zac gave Donatello, and then Sam, a panicked look. Twenty-two just seemed so young to his thirty. Plus, Matt was so small he barely came to his chin. Being six-four, Zac was used to towering over people. But to be mated to someone so much smaller, wouldn’t he break him?

“Okay, just give me a minute, Matt,” Zac replied, separating Matt from him. “Let me talk with your Alpha before we talk about being mates, okay?”

“Don’t you want to be my mate?” Matt asked softly, looking at the floor. He looked like he was trying not to cry.

“Of course I do. I just need to deal with one thing at a time,” Zac whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you go sit down on the bed so I can handle this?”

Matt just nodded and walked over to sit on the bed while the other three men talked. He looked dejected. Zac felt like a heel but he needed to get his head on straight before he talked to Matt.

“Be careful with him. I’m pretty sure he’s not experienced,”

Donatello told Zac quietly, and Sam nodded in agreement.

“Thanks for the heads-up,” Zac replied with a heavy sigh. Finding his young, probably virgin, mate was not what he had in mind when he thought about getting laid tonight. “Give me your cell number in case I have any issues tonight with any of your pack. I’ll be out of here in the morning.”

Donatello gave Zac his number, and he put it in his cell before they said their good-byes. Zac closed the door, locking it behind them. He headed over to the bed and sat down next to Matt.

“What now?” Matt asked, regaining some of his composure.

“Now we talk,” Zac started. “I’m Zac Sheehan. I’m Delta of the Kankakee Pack, which is in central Illinois.”

“I’m Matt Garrett." Matt shrugged. "I don’t have a rank.”

“So, you know if you want to mate with me, you’ll be moving, right?”

“Of course!” Matt replied. He seemed to be surprised.

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, it’ll be a little weird. I’ve only had this as my pack, but I don’t have any family left or rank in my pack. Moving to your pack makes sense.”

“Okay, well that gets one issue out of the way,” Zac said, taking a deep breath before he continued. “Do you know a lot about Deltas?”

“The basics…you can change into an invisible wolf, you’re a loner, and you stay away from the pack mostly.”

“You know I also have two mates, right?”

“Two mates?” Matt asked, astounded. “Do you already have your other one?”

“No, I’ve not found my other mate yet.”

“Are they going to be my mate, too?”

“I’m not really sure, to be honest,” Zac replied, scratching his head, thinking. “I guess if you wanted to, and they wanted to, it could happen. I don’t really know how other Deltas do it. We’ll just have to figure it out, okay?” After Matt nodded, he continued. “So you know I’m a loner. I mean, it’s inflicted on me in a way, but I’ve been one since I was eighteen and no longer a cub. Twelve years is a long time to be by myself, so you’re going to have to be patient with me. I’m not that good at interacting with people, so I might screw up a lot.”

“Well, my parents died years ago, so I kind of get that,” Matt said.

“And I heard what they said. I’m not a virgin.”

“Okay,” Zac replied, not sure what else to say. Instead he reached over, picked Matt up, and lifted the man onto his lap so he could look into his face. “But we’ll take things slow, and you’ll tell me if I do anything you don’t like or that hurts you, promise?”

“I promise,” Matt agreed shyly. “So, what now?”

“I guess if you’re okay with what I said, and you don’t have any questions, do you want me to claim you?”

“More than anything,” Matt groaned.

“You’re so adorable, you know that? The sexiest little man I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be your mate.”

“Me? Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous. I feel bad you got stuck with me.”

“Don’t ever talk about yourself that way,” Zac snapped at Matt. “I noticed you in the bar before I could smell you were my mate. I wanted you then, and now you’re mine!”

He lowered his head and took Matt’s lips with his. No soft kiss this time. This time was filled with passion, desire, and possession.

Matt let out a moan, and Zac took the opportunity to slide his tongue into his mouth. Matt tasted like sweet passion fruit and honey. Zac realized he could become addicted to his little mate easily.

Matt’s hands slid around Zac’s neck as he explored the depths of the man’s mouth. Realizing Matt’s canines had already dropped down, Zac ran his tongue slowly across them before diving back into his mouth.

Moving his hands up Matt’s body, he pushed the hem of his shirt up and broke the kiss long enough to remove it. Lowering his head, he once again claimed the swollen lips below him. He felt the smooth, muscled skin underneath, but it wasn’t enough.

“Baby, are you sure about this?” Zac asked as he reached for the button of Matt’s jeans.

“Yes, please, make me yours,” Matt moaned against his mouth.

That was good enough for Zac.

Zac scraped his teeth gently across a small patch of skin where Matt’s neck met his shoulders. “This is where I’m going to bite you when I claim you, Matt,” he whispered as he freed Matt’s cock from his pants.

Zac rubbed his hand over the hard flesh. His thumb skimmed across the top, smearing pre-cum over the head. He slowly slid Matt to his feet and pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs. He gently pushed Matt back on the bed, breaking the kiss to watch Matt scoot back to the pillows. Nearly swallowing his tongue at the bounty before him, Zac quickly whipped off his shirt, shoes, socks, and jeans.