Dmitri stood in a bar on the square in the historic district. The bar was called Canine Excursions. Some humans went there, but mostly it was used for werewolves. Dmitri went there a lot, especially when some of the other people he lived with became too much.
Just as he had finished his sixth drink, the door opened, and a scent like no other that Dmitri had smelled before filled his nostrils. It was incredible. When he glanced over, though, he got the biggest shock of his life. A man stood with two other younger men at his side, intertwined. But that didn't matter. Not at that moment.
Dmitri felt as if he had stuck a fork into a wall socket and his body was being electrocuted. The man not only smelled good, but he caused Dmitri's heart to pound and his ears to buzz. All logic left his brain. He had found his one true mate, and judging by the way the man's mouth dropped open, the connection was mutual.
But the man's expression changed. He looked Dmitri's way with a wide-eyed, startled expression. Unlike Dmitri, who was experiencing a euphoric adrenaline rush, the man did not appear happy about the connection. He appeared scared. Dmitri could understand. The feelings that coursed through him were powerful and uncontrollable. He was a man who liked control.
Somebody jostled his elbow, and he gasped for air. He hadn't realized that he had stopped breathing.
"Don't even think about it," the bartender who had jostled him said. "That guy, Adrian, is attractive, and I know you're gay, but he's trouble."
The euphoric buzz evaporated and became panic. Once a connection was made, it could not be broken. Werewolves mated for life, once the correct partner was found.
"What do you mean, don't think about it?" he asked, grasping his crotch. He stole a look at his new mate and saw that he was a rooted statue. "Who is he? What's wrong with him?"
The bartender, a dark-haired man with a mustache, glanced both ways to make sure that nobody was looking at him and then leaned forward to whisper, "His name is Adrian. He's the leader of another pack of werewolves. He's a real player. Has new lovers all the time--sometimes two or three. You're a nice man that takes care of people. You're too good for an ass like him."
A player. I just made my mating connection with a player.
He trembled and dropped his head in his hands, wondering why this had happened to him. Another drink was pushed toward him, some sort of rum, and he chugged it down without thinking about it. Drunkenness be damned, he had just been screwed over.
As he gripped his drink, a hand dropped on his shoulder. He glanced up and got electrocuted for the second time that night. It was Adrian. It didn't matter what he had just heard, Adrian affected him. His heart pounded, his blood rushed, and his mind whirled. It took seconds for his body to react and his groin to ache as his mind imagined them sealing the deal, their bodies intertwining.
"We need to talk," Adrian said, his teeth bared. "Right now."
Dmitri stole a frightened look at the bartender and dug around for his wallet. The bartender shook his head and walked away, and Adrian began to pull Dmitri toward the exit of the building. They both stumbled out into the empty alleyway that was damp from fresh rain.
The moment they were outside, the urge to be together became unbearable. It was a part of the werewolf mating ritual. They had to seal the deal in order to make it right, and his body was eager to make sure that it happened, no matter how much his mind screamed, No! No! No!
Adrian shoved him against the wall and stared at him with frightened, angry eyes, and Dmitri pushed at him right back, just as frustrated. Adrian was half a stranger to him. How dare his body react this way? The two of them stared at each other for a moment, heated and confused and passionate, before Adrian lurched forward and thrust his mouth over Dmitri's with enough force that their teeth clacked together.
Though Dmitri tried to fight it, he could do so only for so long. He wrapped his arms around Adrian's back as his cock ached and urged him forward. He thrust his tongue against Adrian's mouth and pushed his way inside, panting. A moment later, he fumbled over Adrian's zipper, desperate to touch him. Heat rushed through his hands as he grabbed Adrian's shaft and tugged at the veined and throbbing mass.
"No," Adrian moaned, slamming him back against the wall. "I'm not ready."
Flustered, desperate, and angry, Dmitri hung back, with his cock feeling as though it was about to pop like an overblown balloon. He made a wild grab for Adrian's arm, an act he never thought he would do, and stared at him while panting in desperation.
"It hurts. We've got to finish. Let me fuck you."
Adrian moaned out of the back of his throat and grasped Dmitri's jaw. The action was both tender and gruff at the same time.
"I'm sorry," Adrian said.
Trembling with anger and need, Dmitri watched Adrian turn and flee. He had developed a mating connection with a coward, he realized, and he would never forgive him for running away. Ever.