Available [Marked 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (2 page)

Bradley smiled, revealing dimples that drove Ryan to distraction every time he grinned. “Looking for you.” The words went straight to Ryan’s cock. How often had he said things like that and how often had fantasies played out in his head after work in an effort to calm some of the instincts to ease himself with Bradley’s sexy body?

“This is a members-only club,” Ryan rumbled, hoping to intimidate the other man. Bradley just smirked. The little fuck.

“The doorman didn’t seem to have a problem once I flashed some ink. Apparently I don’t need a day pass as long as I have this,” he said, motioning to the tattoo on his lower back. Ryan resisted the urge to howl. Of all the things that should be inked into Bradley’s pale skin, “Available” in the wolf-tongue wasn’t one of them.
Mine
. There was that damnable voice of his again. His wolf needed to shut the hell up when it came to Bradley. He was too innocent and too human to deal with Ryan’s issues.

Ryan had had enough. He reached up and took Bradley’s arm, all but dragging the smaller man off the light box. “You shouldn’t have that. Where did you get it?”

Bradley immediately curled into him, wrapping his arms around Ryan’s waist and looking up into his eyes with unapologetic interest. “At a tattoo joint of course. I know you don’t date anyone who doesn’t sport one. You said I wasn’t part of your world. I’m here to prove you wrong.”

“Sugar, I don’t ‘date’ anyone. You are only proving why this can’t happen.” But Ryan didn’t move. His entire being was focused on keeping his reaction to Bradley’s close proximity in check. His body screamed at him to get the human alone and naked.
No. No.
No. He had to behave.

The first flicker of annoyance played over Bradley’s face. “Oh? And how am I proving it can’t happen?” The little minx hooked his fingers in the loops of Ryan’s jeans and dragged their torsos together so that the hard line of Ryan’s cock was pressed against the equally impressive bulge in the human’s leathers.
Shit. Fuck. Damn me to hell and back
. “You can’t have chemistry like this with someone and have it mean nothing. I know what you are Ryan.” He looked up at him under hooded lashes. Was the boy wearing eyeliner?
Of course he is
. His words didn’t even register until Ryan had leaned forward almost to kissing distance.

He blinked. “What?”

“I know you’re a werewolf or whatever. And I want to tell you, I’m game if you are.”

Ice water wouldn’t have been more effective. “You need to get out of here,” Ryan said, his voice turning to steel. He’d been so caught up in Bradley’s spell that he’d almost let himself forget that an unregistered human was marked as available. “We need to go to the shop and get this ink taken care of. You can’t walk around with an ‘available’ tattoo.” He had to get him away from the other males of his pack. “And you can explain to me exactly how you think you know about me.” He wasn’t committing to the words one way or another, not yet, not until he had to. Silence was the name of the game in pack life, and he wouldn’t confirm a rumor if that was all it was.

“I’m not taking it off,” Bradley said, a stubborn edge infiltrating his tone. “This is my link to you, and if that’s an in, I’ll take it.”

Ryan sighed. This boy was going to be the death of him. When he’d asked Ryan to pierce his dick last month, Ryan had nearly taken him right there in the shop. Maybe going alone wasn’t such a swell idea. “I’m going to find my brother. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with,” Bradley volunteered, shooting him another sultry look.
Damn
. He was so screwed. The boy was stubborn, persistent. It didn’t help that Ryan was no doubt sending him mixed signals. His body was all game, but he knew with Bradley it would be more than that.

“Do you even live a BDSM lifestyle?” The word “lifestyle” grated. It wasn’t a choice for wolves. It was instinct, nature. It was everything. He immediately regretted his blurted question when Bradley leaned forward and kissed the side of Ryan’s neck before whispering in the best bedroom voice Ryan had ever heard.

“I’ve read a book.”

Fuck me running
. “A book?”

“Yeah. A book. I bought it for my Nook.”

Who the fuck purred the word “Nook”? And who the fuck would read a book about BDSM, have no experience, and yet be so damn proud of the fact?

Ryan sighed. He was developing a headache. “You, little boy, have no idea what the hell you’re getting into.”

Bradley cupped him through his jeans, and Ryan almost shot his load right then and there. “You, big boy, have no idea what the hell I’m willing to do to get what I want.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck
.

* * * *

Bradley shivered at the feeling of Ryan’s thick cock in his hand. The urge to fall to his knees and show Ryan just how committed he was pulsed through him with every beat of his heart. His brain was dissolving into mush faster than he could come up with clever come-ons. Ryan had tried to bolt once already. He had to prove to him that he could handle the werewolf thing.

“Porn,” Bradley said, his voice sounding more than a little breathy.
Porn
? He mentally shook his head at himself.
Why yes, Ryan. Let me seduce you with my awkwardness
.

Ryan blinked. “Porn?”

Bradley felt his cheeks scald. “I don’t just have a book on BDSM. I watched some porn, too.”

The remark just made Ryan get that incredulous look on his face again.
Why can’t I ever be smooth
? Ryan looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it. He sighed. “Let’s go find my brother.” He took a step back and reached for Bradley’s hand. A thrill shot through Bradley even though he knew logically that it was just practical to be linked together while traveling through a crowded night club.

“Where is he?” Bradley asked, trying to sound casual despite his pounding heart and the triumphant singing through his veins.

“Probably in the back rooms.” Ryan didn’t sound happy about the fact.

“What’s in the back rooms?” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to snatch them back. If it was like the “back rooms” in most clubs, he knew exactly what they were used for. His cheeks heated. What were they going to be walking in on?

A big man with biceps as big around as Bradley’s head nodded at them as they ducked through a black curtain on the other side of the bar. “Need a room key, Ryan?” he asked.

Ryan paused. “No. Which room is my brother in?”

“Door three.”

“Aw fuck. I hate going in there,” Ryan muttered. “Do I need a pass code?”

The bouncer shrugged. “He said you’d know it if you came lookin’.”

Bradley opened his mouth to ask about the cryptic message, but Ryan squeezed his hand. “All right. I know what he’s talking about.” He dragged Bradley forward, and then they were ensconced in a long black hallway with pale-yellow sconces along the wall in regular intervals that gave an intimate candlelit feel to the space. It seemed like Bradley had stepped from the club with its edgy sexy feel into a world that was pure sex.

The red numbers on the outside of the rooms counted down from ten. They paused outside room three. It seemed the first three rooms had key pads on them. “Um, forewarning, the room he’s in is a bit intense. My brother plays hard, and if he’s in room three, then he’s playing about as hard as it gets,” Ryan said, keying in an eight-digit code.

“Okay. I’m prepared,” Bradley murmured, steeling himself for whatever was on the other side of the door. It couldn’t be that bad. Surely. The lock disengaged, and a green light came on. Ryan twisted the knob and pulled the door open. His broad shoulders obscured Bradley’s vision almost entirely for a brief instant before he stepped fully in the room. When Ryan moved, he wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted him.

Room three was a room that looked like little more than a locker room shower. Carpet ran about five feet into the room, and the rest was tiled to the ceiling. Three massive shower heads rained water down in a steady wash over a series of chains that hung between. Attached to those massive chains was a very naked man who was soaked and crisscrossed with angry red welts. A metal cage was clamped tightly around the man’s swollen cock, and a variety of clamps ran the length of his chest from his nipples to his groin in a V-pattern. The submissive’s mouth was plugged with a thick rubber phallus that looked like it stretched his mouth almost unbearably wide. He raised his eyes, and their gazes met. Instead of the pain that Bradley expected to see, there was raw, unadulterated lust in those crystalline depths.

Jesus, is this what Ryan wants from me
? He swallowed and felt his body stir in reluctant interest. He wasn’t sure if he
ever
wanted to be that vulnerable in front of anyone else. Ryan looked over his shoulder at him and let out a low growl that wrapped around Bradley’s heart and tugged. “What?”

Ryan shook his head and his fists clenched at his sides. “Don’t look so interested, boy. It’s never going to happen.” Was he jealous? He sure sounded like it. Should he make a suggestion? Explain?
Nah
. It would just make him look guilty.

“I’m only interested in you, Ryan,” Bradley promised, dragging his eyes away from the image in front of him to the man beside him. Ryan frowned but didn’t comment. Bradley opened his mouth to say something else but a harsh “crack” followed by a low moan of pain had him turning his head back toward the man in chains.

Ryan growled again. “Show off.” In a louder voice he called out. “Regan! Get your ass over here.”

A long-suffering sigh sounded over the downpour of water. “You’re ruining my scene, Ry.” Ryan’s twin brother, Regan, stepped around the showers with a long, heavy leather flogger in hand. He wore only a pair of black board shorts and nothing else.

“We have a pack problem,” Ryan said.

“And what problem is this?” Regan asked, all business now. He glanced over his shoulder at the man in chains. “Relax for a moment, boy. Think about what you’d like next while I talk. If you’re good, you’ll get a reward when I’m done.” The “boy” nodded and let his body sag in the chains. Regan turned his attention back to their conversation. “Well?”

Ryan grabbed Bradley’s arm and dragged him forward. “Because Mr. Vanilla decided to get an available mark inked on his skin to get in here. He’s non-sanctioned.”

Bradley bristled. “I’m not vanilla. I just haven’t been trained, but I want to learn.”

“Oh shit,” Regan muttered, eyeing his tattoo. “Well he needs to be sanctioned immediately. Does he know about…” He gave Ryan a meaningful look.

Ryan opened his mouth and spoke at the same time Bradley spoke. “No.”

“Yes.”

Regan frowned. “So which is it? Yes or no?”

“I know about werewolves. I saw Ryan shift,” Bradley said, pointing a finger at the man who he was pretty sure was his future boyfriend.

“You did what?” Ryan snapped, glaring at him. “You’ve been following me around?”

Bradley bit his tongue.
Shit. Now I sound like a freak
. “It’s not as weird as it sounds. I was going to wait to approach this, but, um, you’re my mate. I’m pretty sure of it.”

Both men’s jaws dropped and identical expressions of incredulity crossed their faces. “You’re out of your damn mind, human,” Ryan spat. “Do you not understand anything? Wolves decide who their mates are, not the other way around!”

“I
know
that. I’ve read enough books on the subject to discern that much at least,” Bradley said, offended that Ryan was talking to him like he was an idiot.

Ryan growled. “You and your damn books are going to be the death of me. Dammit, Bradley, I told you when you asked the first time that it was never going to happen. This is the most insane thing I have ever heard.”

“Whoa! Would you stop screaming, Ryan? Jesus,” Regan interrupted, looking back and forth between the two of them with a puzzled expression on his face. “Bottom line, he knows about wolves. He has to be sanctioned.”

Ryan stomped his foot. “No! He can’t be involved in the pack. You’re coming with me to the shop, and we’re covering up the available tattoo. Right now, bro. I mean it.”

Regan’s eyebrows shot heavenward. “Now, huh? You need to take him to the office and register him and give him a rundown of the rules. There shouldn’t be a reason in the world you should need me, even if you had to do a cover-up and hold him until the Alpha got there.”

“Bro, I need you,” Ryan said, shooting Regan a furious look. If Bradley had a weaker ego, he would’ve taken Ryan’s constant attempts of escape as a blow.

“Is he your mate, Ryan?” Regan asked.

Ryan hesitated, and Bradley’s heart soared. “No,” he said finally. Bradley wanted to do a happy dance. That was an awfully tentative “no.”

Regan slapped him on the arm with his free hand. “Good. Then you should have no problem controlling yourself in a private setting. Now, excuse me, Ryan. Introduce me to your new friend tomorrow.”

Bradley knew a dismissal when he heard one. Ryan stared at his brother with horror written all over his face.
Okay. I’m not that bad
. Annoyance flickered. It really wasn’t fair of Ryan to treat Bradley like a damn plague.