“And therein liesanotherissue. Mason isn’t meant to hate—he’s supposed tofosterlove. From what I can see, the only ones he loves are you and the two sets of parents. He tolerates everyone else.”
“Maybe because he feels they treated him like crap?”
“An Omega wouldn’t feel like that. They would find joy in service and submission.”
My head was swimming. “I don’t know this community at all, do I?”
“And maybe that’s the rest of the problem. Inyourworld everyone is equal, but in this one it isn’t, and your brain is rebelling against you fully accepting being his Dominant.”
I had to own up to what was in my head if John was going to help me.
“There are times where I want to tell him what to do. To insist he get on his knees in front of me. I’ll… spare you the reasons.”
He chuckled. “Go with those thoughts. It might take some time for him to get with the program, but I can pretty much guarantee Mason would love it. Though it might be something small?—”
“Excuse me?” I hoped he’d take my teasing for what it was worth.
His eyes sparkled. “You know what I’m talking about. It might seem insignificant to you, but to Mason, who wants to serve, it could mean everything.”
Images started flashing in my mind. Mase on his knees, servicing me. Mase with his legs in the air while I pummeled his hole. Me with my face buried in his neck, leaving my mark. My cock jerked in my jeans.
John laughed. “We can smell arousal, you know.”
“Shit.” I put my hands in my lap. “I’m sorry.”
He waved dismissively. “Wolves are sexual creatures. I’m inundated by pheromones every damn day. I’m not at all interested, but I even get hard smelling when two dudes get it on. My wife is always exhausted about an hour after I get home.”
“Would keeping Mase sexually satisfied solve the problems?”
He shook his head. “I wish it were that simple. Mason needs structure, discipline, and direction. If hedoesn’thave all three, he’s going to spiral. It might take a while, but itwillhappen. He lives to serve his Dominant in all things, and you’re not allowing him to do that.” John’s expression grew sober. “And I’ll tell you now, it’s likely he won’t realize he needs these things, because of the years you’ve pushed him in the opposite direction. Yes, you allow him to make choices,but he craves you making them for him, even if he refuses to admit it.”
So the whole thing comes down to my attitude, not Mason’s.
I stood. “Thanks, John. I appreciate your time.”
“Of course. My door is always open to any member of the pack. Even our human one.” He leaned closer. “Kip, I don’t want you to think I’m saying you were wrong with how you acted with Mason. Far from it. You were unknowingly doing things every Dominant needs to do. Protecting him. Guiding him. Sheltering his heart. It’s just that Mason needs more than protection. He needs a firm hand to show him not only his place but his worth.”
I would have to try to take the images in my head and have them mesh with the reality Mase was living. I’d been stupid, because I wanted him to live life the wayIthought he needed to, not the way that was best for him.
That had to change.
Mason
Kip is late.
He’d called and said he needed to speak with John, but he was already an hour later than normal. And yeah, it made me nervous. I don’t know why, but it did. Although I’d been out of sorts quite a bit recently. It was as if I had an itch I couldn’t scratch, and it was driving me up the wall.
I’d spent all day working in the garden, but my mind wouldn’t settle. And worse, my thoughts weren’t coherent at all. They were like rainwater slipping through my fingers. I needed… something, but I had no idea what. I knew I should talk to Kip about it, but he’d been so stressed lately that it seemed like a bad idea.
The door opened and I rushed to the living room.
“About time,” I barked. “Do you know how worried I’ve been about?—”
His sharp stare cut off my anger instantly.
I caught my breath. “Kip? Are you okay?”
He didn’t reply, but stood there staring. It was unnerving.
