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Jax’s chuckle rumbles through my whole body. “That’s because I might be this pack’s Alpha, but no one is above Shawn in my heart.” He rubs the top of my head. “Just like no one is above me in yours, right, baby?”

He forces my head back a little, enough that I can look up into his killer blue eyes, and my heart makes that sweet, familiar lurch because he has me needy and pliant under him with my brain shut off.

My love, my heart, my soul. He’s my life. “Yes, sir,” I mumble around his cock. His sexy smile makes me wince and moan, because the milker’s about to suck another one out of me.

Jax grins and pulls his erection from my mouth. “Hope you’re comfy, Todd,” he says. “Because I think I need to get some payment in advance for letting you play with my mate.”

The elk snorts and slams into me again, shoving me into another orgasm and making me cry out.

“That’s it,” Jax says. “Make all the noise you want. Because you’re only making me hotter.”

A moment later, Todd pauses before he lets out another grunt, matched by a moan from Jax.

“Fuck, yeah!” the elk gasps.

Chapter Eleven

Todd

Elk's Choice

I don’t just like to fuck—I enjoy a rut, and it’s not every guy, shifter or not, who can keep up with me when I don’t hold back. I’ve had guys tell me when I rut it feels like being pounded by a fucking machine set to turbo mode compared to “normal” fucking being first gear.

Never as a complaint, only satisfied observations.

In comparison, my full-on mating rut makes that mode look like a 1 on a scale of 1-10. I don’t experience a mating heat like omegas, but occasionally I drop into a mating rut. Then usually three or four omegas will spend a day or two climbing all over me, and I literally fuck until I’m exhausted because I can’t go soft. Unlike an omega who pretty much loses his brain, I keep my wits even if my cock refuses to stop boning.

It’s inconvenient, but normally I feel it creeping up and plan for it. If circumstances preclude me from getting relief, while uncomfortable, I can still function, although I go through a lot of lube and come close to giving myself tennis elbow when I don’t have access to the milker.

Another reason I purchased the milker. Yes, I’ve made good use of it for that reason.

On occasion, a mating rut will hit me when I don’t expect it, like at a particularly boisterous initiation when hormones already run high and I haven’t been laid in a few days. I can always find someone or someones willing to let me unleash on them.

Omegas, when their mating heat hits, it’s literally game on motherfucker until it’s out of their system or they get pregnant. Since I’m the only elk in the pack it’s not like that’s a concern. In fact, partners frequently hand off their omega mates to me to deal with when they don’t want to risk them catching.

Once in a while an omega’s mating heat coincides with my mating rut, and that’s damned a happy time for everyone involved.

And while Jax is a fair man, my best friend, and has let me rut him a few times—minus the bondage, because he doesn’t enjoy being restrained—when I find a mate he’ll need to be a guy happy and able to be under me, metaphorically and literally.

Which is, I honestly think, another reason I haven’t felt a mate bond. I have a friend who is a fuck buddy who likes me to pound him a few times a year, and I can get my dick sucked, or bounce an eager omega on it anytime I want.

But I frequently have to hold back unless they’re in a mating heat and begging for it as hard as I can give them.

If it means Jax wants a piece of my ass to let me rut with Shawn, I’ll greedily accept that deal every day and twice on Sundays. Jax knows damned well having that sexy new pup around here for the next several weeks will sorely test my normally excellent control.

I also know I get this special treat because we’re friends and Shawn loves the hell out of it as much as I do. I don’t have to worry about holding back, meaning I won’t be terrified come initiation time to step up and fuck the new pup for fear of me unexpectedly dropping into full-on mating rut with him and scaring him because I’m wound up.

And it’s Jax’s way of showing me he appreciates me hosting the pup.

I’m aware of Jax behind me, wrapping and lubing himself. Then he grabs me by the hips and holds me still for a moment. I lean forward and arch my back, keeping my cock inside Shawn as the head of Jax’s cock presses against my ass.

“I know I said after your second,” he says, “but I love feeling you come around my cock.”

“Fuuuck!” I gasp. Jax isn’t as big as me—no guy in our pack is as big as me, to be honest—but he’s bigger than most and amply endowed.

And that’s not even when he’s shifted and plowing someone with his knot.

“Wasn’t it something like…this?” Jax rams home and makes me yelp with surprise and pleasure while my cock twitches inside his mate.