Free Bad Blood by Shannon West

could find a way to work things out between them. He owed it to his pack to try.
    “We can work things out, Blaine, and you are coming back with me.”
    Blaine whirled around and almost stumbled backward when he saw Kerrick standing not fifteen feet away from him. Kerrick was beside him in an instant, steadying him. “Be careful. You almost fell.”
    He pulled Blaine into his arms, refusing to let him go until he’d pulled him some little distance away from the edge. He released him then, reluctantly, from the look on his face, and regarded Blaine steadily.
    “I came after you,” he said unnecessarily.
    “So I see.”
    “I’ll always come after you. No matter how far you run. Why did you do it, Blaine?”
    “You know why. I told you I couldn’t submit to you like that—I couldn’t allow myself to be disciplined in front of the pack that way, and you completely disregarded my feelings.”
    “No, Blaine, I didn’t.” Kerrick gazed back at him, his face stern and serious. “I listened to what you said, but you didn’t listen to me. I tried to explain how my pack felt about the bad blood, their oath of simultas. It may not mean much to you, but they take it very seriously. It’s a debt of honor to them, and they’ll never accept you until the bad blood between you is gone. It’s the only way, but you keep refusing to accept it.”
    He came closer to Blaine and put his hands on Blaine’s biceps. “No matter how I feel about you, you’re still a member of my pack now and subject to my discipline. You have to accept your punishment before we can move on. It’s the way of our kind, Blaine, and you know it. You must submit to me. The strongest wolf is the leader of the pack.”
    “I don’t know if I can.”
    “Will you try?” Kerrick leaned closer to him. “For the sake of your pack? For my sake?”
    After a long moment, Blaine nodded and Kerrick pulled him into his arms with a sigh of relief. Kerrick’s powerful arms folded around him, and he hugged him fiercely, sinking down with him on the grass, pulling Blaine on top of him. “I was afraid when you ran from me. I don’t like feeling like that. Like my happiness depends on something—someone—out of my control.”
    Heat flooded Blaine’s face. “I know the feeling.”
    “I knew you couldn’t have gone far, but the thought of not finding you…” His voice choked on the words. “I was so angry at you. I wanted to throttle you.” Blaine tried to throw him off, but Kerrick held him in place, stroking his body in long caresses, despite the harshness of his words. He began to kiss him, holding his face in his big hands so that he couldn’t get away.
    Blaine found he didn’t want to get away. He didn’t want it to end, and when Kerrick slid down Blaine’s jeans, he helped him, sliding out of the constricting cloth so his eager cock could spring forward, bouncing between them. Kerrick took it in his hand, whispering against Blaine’s kiss-swollen lips. “So beautiful, sweetheart.” He moved his other hand to Blaine’s entrance, gently prodding a finger inside. Blaine shuddered and murmured a protest, but Kerrick ignored it, stroking inside his body, pressing the big finger in deeper. Embarrassing sounds escaped him, sounds of longing and need. Kerrick kissed them all better and soothed him with little shushing sounds against his lips.
    Blaine never knew lovemaking could be like this. He was embarrassed by how needy he felt, how frantically he wanted Kerrick to push his big cock up inside him, to fill him up and keep him from thinking about anything except the pleasure and the craving.
    When Kerrick pulled back his hand, Blaine looked up at him searchingly. Would he leave him like this? Needing and wanting more? But then Kerrick pushed him onto his knees and spread his legs apart, then gently painted his hole with his leaking pre-come, pushing it up inside him with a blunt finger.
    “I don’t want to hurt you, baby. This won’t be