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  HUNTED DOWN

  A Halloween Treat set in the world of

  ALPHA

  Trick or Treating’s not just for kids this year!

  Treva Harte

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  This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable.

  Hunted Down

  Treva Harte

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © October 2007 by Treva Harte

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  The moon should have been full. That was what Halloween was all about, wasn’t it? Instead, only a sliver lit the darkness, just enough for him to see the children who were starting to gather outside. A sudden gust of wind made the trees rustle. The small knot of costumed children giggled nervously.

  One boy, dressed in a nondescript fur outfit and much too young to manage a full-fledged howl, threw back his head and tried anyhow. Dunne winced. No self-respecting were would have allowed that sound out of his mouth.

  He thought about telling the kid so, and then growled under his breath. Like he could tell anyone that without saying too much.

  The kid saw him and his eyes widened in fear. What? He hadn’t said anything. Maybe it was just his attitude. His pissed-offness was probably shining through the darkness tonight. As Dunne walked by, the kid scuttled backward, heading for the dubious protection of his companions.

  Stupid damn holiday.

  Weres didn’t dress up in costumes and pretend to be something else. They could turn into something else any night of the year.

  They didn’t get any treats for it, either.

  The kid tried another ungodly yowl, and Dunne winced again. Then he ducked his head and walked faster down the street. He knew it wasn’t the holiday, idiotic as it was, that was really bothering him. It was the work he was doing right now for his boss. It was what he had to say when he saw Hunt again.

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  “You’re a sick bastard, Hunt.” Dunne shoved open the office door and threw the disc into his Alpha’s lap. “Do you get off on watching?”

  “Sure, I get off on watching.” Hunt looked at him without smiling. “Why not?”

  “I don’t mind keeping an eye on them ‑‑ that’s just smart. But watching everything? Instead of peeping, I’d rather be doing that stuff.” Dunne bit off the words “with you” before he said them.

  Hunt might do plenty of stuff to Dunne. After all, Hunt was the Alpha. He could and had done about everything there was to do with most of his subordinates. But Dunne wanted Hunt to mean it when they were together. He wanted Hunt to be with him, not just topping him. That’s why he’d been avoiding Hunt the past few days in some crazy attempt to make him see how right they could be together.

  Hunt stretched, long, slow, and deliberate. Dunne tried to keep his mouth from watering as Hunt’s lean body twisted, powerful muscles bunching and then relaxing. You could forget how tall Hunt was when he was sitting in his chair. Dunne wasn’t a small guy, but Hunt towered over him. It didn’t matter. Even when you didn’t see how tall Hunt was, you saw his strength when he moved.

  “I didn’t know you were that kinky.” Hunt smiled with his teeth showing, more threatening than cheerful. “There are plenty of weres outside this door who’d be happy to do any or all of that with my beta. And I’d be happy to watch.”

  Dunne bit off a growl and fought his reaction. What he wanted from Hunt was his own personal problem. It always had been. He was the beta to Hunt’s Alpha. No more, no less.

  If Hunt wanted to fuck, any of Hunt’s subordinates would do. Dunne was no more special than the rest. Through his teeth, Dunne said, “Great. You give the order anytime and we’ll jump.”

  “Sure. Go on out and pick two or three. Feel free. You haven’t fucked anyone else in a while. Have I spoiled you for the rest?”

  Damn, if Hunt only knew. He’d probably throw it in Dunne’s face if he knew how damned chaste he had been. Except for his boss. Any time Hunt wanted, anywhere, anyhow. But only with Hunt.

  Dunne wasn’t sure when he’d first realized that his insatiable itch for sex had changed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be fucked. Far from it. But he’d gradually realized his itch was only satisfied ‑‑ at least temporarily ‑‑ by one particular were. And since Hunt wasn’t nearly as particular about his sex partners as Dunne had become, that was just plain embarrassing.

  “If you don’t feel like participating, I guess just turning the computer on to watch the outsider weres fuck could be a nice substitute. Since you’re getting older and all, it’s probably less exhausting.” Dunne couldn’t leave it alone. What did surveillance cameras pick up that made Hunt order more outtakes each week? Sure, Rome and Mia and Grey were a threesome. Sure, Dek and Lowell and Lin and the rest probably screwed like ‑‑ well, like weres. But what did they have that Hunt’s own pack couldn’t offer? What the hell was it that Dunne lacked?

  “You’re not going to let this go, are you? All right, then.” Hunt sighed and stood up. “Pull your pants down, boy. I see it’s time for a lesson.”

  Yes!

  Dunne’s hands moved before he thought. It had been days since they’d been together. For a moment he remembered he was going hold out on principle and not make it easy on Hunt ‑‑ to hell with principles, especially ones that only he seemed to have. By now he’d take anything Hunt was willing to give.

  Dunne turned, trying not to fumble with his belt as he obeyed. He could hear Hunt unzipping his own pants, but Dunne knew better than to look around. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Hunt’s cock, full and erect, ready to plow into his more-than-willing asshole. Not at all. That erect cock was a sight to worship while on bended knees.

  But when Hunt said it was lesson time, Dunne knew to keep his eyes and his pants down until Hunt told him differently. Hunt was Alpha. Hunt was boss. Just the idea made Dunne’s cock twitch.

  ”Just a minute.”

  Dunne stopped pulling his pants off. Hunt stopped at the same time, and Dunne bit his tongue to keep from protesting as Hunt leaned over the keyboard. Suddenly the computer started up with a soft click. Dunne turned and stared at the screen ‑‑ he couldn’t help himself.

  The images were blurred. It hadn’t been easy, setting up surveillance inside the home of a pack who did security for a living. But Hunt had expected it of him and Dunne had delivered. Of course. He wondered for a moment what might happen if he could
n’t produce what Hunt ordered.

  “Oh please, baby!” The sound was crystal clear even if the sight wasn’t.

  A small growl was the response.

  Oh, God. One of them was in were form and the other wasn’t. You couldn’t get films like that anywhere he’d ever been. The recorded animal yip sent a shudder of lust down Dunne’s spine and all the way to his balls.

  It was too fucking bad there were no were porn stores. They’d have stocked something like this by the caseload. Dunne hadn’t felt this hard in a long time.

  Were sex. The sound and sight of it. God, it was exciting. Hunt probably was onto something, damn his hide.

  “Head down, boy. I’m the one who watches here,” Hunt snarled in his ear. Dunne crouched back down and obeyed.

  Head down, ass up as Hunt’s full, stiff cock entered him. The initial entry, as always, began as almost too much. Too full, too raw, too ‑‑ ahh, perfect. As always, Hunt’s cock was perfect as it stretched Dunne. Dunne whimpered his lust just the way someone else did on-screen at the same time. Hunt pumped in and out, very deliberately, letting Dunne feel his full length.

  “Oh, God. Boss, that’s so good.” Dunne tried not to pant. Tried to remember to say words, not animalistic grunts and howls.

  To be filled up with Hunt. This was…heaven.

  He gritted his teeth, trying not to say anything as Hunt ground his hips against Dunne's ass. Then Hunt hit the magic spot. Lightning flashed behind Dunne's closed eyes.

  Oh, hell. Why was he pretending to be calm and unaffected?

  “Oh, yeah. Harder. Harder!” Dunne howled his surrender out.

  “Say please, boy.” Hunt leaned over, his teeth biting hard into Dunne’s shoulder, marking him. The pain spread, sweet and hot, through Dunne’s body.

  He was Hunt’s.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus ‑‑ please!”

  Hunt’s grip was like a vise. His pants, still half on, hobbled Dunne further. It was like being tied down. Dunne wanted to move, wanted to writhe, but he was forced to go at Hunt’s slow pace. Deep and deeper, but slow.

  Slow enough to feel every inch. In and then out. Over and over, each time a little more, a little better. Each time Hunt took over Dunne's body a little more. Sweat trickled down his spine as Dunne’s pleasure built slowly enough to be painful. Finally it surged up from his balls, too urgent to be denied.

  He shuddered, fighting what he needed ‑‑ what he had to do. He knew the struggle wouldn’t last much longer. Pain and pleasure were complementing each other now; each sensation wracking his body as he jerked underneath Hunt’s weight; each feeling layering on the next as the need and pain and ecstasy built higher and higher to where pain, pleasure, need, and denial all became one.

  “I can’t ‑‑ I can’t wait.” He could barely recognize his hoarse voice, the wind whistling in and out of his lungs.

  “Then go ahead, Dunne.”

  Permission granted, Dunne gave in. He wondered if his guts were going to come out of his cock along with his spunk, he felt the pull of his release so hard; his cum jetted over his body and the rug below him. He shut his eyes and panted, Hunt’s weight pressing down on him as he stretched out on the floor.

  “What do you say, beta?”

  “Thank you.” Dunne mouthed the words more than spoke them.

  Hunt heard him anyhow as he stood. “You’re very welcome. But this isn’t over, beta. Now suck me, Dunne. Your special treat.”

  Oh, God. Hunt wasn’t nearly finished and that meant neither was Dunne.

  Dunne pushed himself up to his knees, swaying a little, finally gripping Hunt’s tight ass with more than sexual need. He wasn’t sure he could manage to stay kneeling on his own power.

  The head of Hunt’s cock prodded Dunne's lips, and he opened his mouth. Thick, muscled cock slid in as if it belonged right there.

  He tasted Hunt’s hard cock mixed with his own smell and taste. Musty man taste and scent. He didn’t have a chance to savor it long as Hunt thrust his cock down Dunne’s throat. Dunne almost gagged, then relaxed, letting himself take all of Hunt. Hunt pulled out. Once again the taste and smell of the two of them combined together on his tongue and in his nose until Dunne thought he might go out of his mind.

  This was where they were together at last. Where he could taste the two of them, mingled so there was no separation between him and Hunt. Inside his body.

  Dunne should be finished, but his cock hardened again.

  “Like that, don’t you?” Hunt sounded a little breathless. “You think I don’t remember what you like? What you need?”

  Dunne looked up at his Alpha. Hunt’s face was drawn into almost a grimace of need and lust. Dunne licked his lips. He licked the dripping head of Hunt’s cock, the salty and bitter drops, worshipping his Alpha. Then he said, “I need more of you.”

  I always need more.

  He deep throated Hunt, gladly sucking down his cock, joyously hearing Hunt's sigh, feeling each twitch. He wanted to be filled every possible way by his master.

  He squeezed Hunt’s balls as they contracted, knowing how close Hunt was to climax. And he sucked down the flood of cum that resulted from his touch, not missing a drop, pumping his own cock again with a tight fist, the urgent need filling him yet again as Hunt climaxed.

  “What I say goes, Dunne. Right? Lesson learned?”

  “Uh.” Unable to speak, Dunne came again with a shudder, as he milked the last of Hunt’s cum out and let it trickle down his throat.

  * * * * *

  Dunne opened his eyes, fighting blank exhaustion. After he'd gotten both of them off, he’d dropped off to sleep on the floor. Now that he was awake again, he realized nothing they’d done had helped. Once again Hunt had filled him up and yet left him empty.

  “Sweetheart.” The recorded words came from a female voice. The words were an endearment, but it didn’t sound like the woman was having sex.

  Dunne stared up at the huge screen.

  “Are you hungry?” That was Mia. She was sitting cross-legged and holding a small baby to her. Aha. She was suckling her cub. “Of course you are. Here you are, precious.”

  A female baby. Of course that pack would have one. That pack had all the luck. They had even produced a female who could sire more were sons and daughters. That was the female baby that Hunt had bargained for a year ago, a bargain for the future of his own pack. The female that was to enter Hunt’s pack once she was old enough.

  Dunne turned his head slightly and saw Hunt in the office chair right above him, staring at the filmed scene as if his life depended on it. Even in the shadows, Dunne could see that Hunt’s face was intent.

  Oh, hell.

  That was what the other pack had that Hunt’s didn’t. That was what Hunt wanted to look over. The future pack female. The baby.

  Dunne wanted to curl up and die. He’d been angry enough when he thought Hunt was being kinky. Now he knew this was even more important than Hunt getting his rocks off or being on a power trip. Hunt was looking after his pack’s future Alpha bitch.

  The female wouldn’t be part of Hunt’s pack for a long time. More than a decade. A lot could happen while a female grew up. Dunne would have Hunt ‑‑ almost have Hunt ‑‑ for a long time yet.

  He wanted to make some snide comment. “By the time she’s ready for sex you’ll be too old to get it up, asshole.” He could have said it earlier, but now the words choked him. Dunne covered his face in the crook of his elbow and breathed hard, fighting for composure. For Christ’s sake, he wasn’t going to cry.

  For a brief moment Hunt’s hand brushed across Dunne’s shoulder. The touch was almost tender. Dunne gulped and looked up.

  Hunt glanced over at him before tears could scald their way down Dunne’s cheeks. This time Hunt smiled with his rare, real smile. “It’s all right, Dunne. It’s fine.”

  “Sure. Sure it is. Until you find someone else.” That wasn’t what he meant to say.

  “I’m not sure there's another man as up for the
job as you.”

  “What about a woman?” Dunne hadn’t meant to say that, either.

  “You think a female could give me a blowjob like yours, beta? I’ll probably keep you around for a few more weeks just for your mouth.”

  Dunne let out a breath. Almost a laugh.

  “If that’s what it takes, then you should keep me around for months for my ass.”

  Hunt smacked one cheek of that ass. “Keep it as tight and pretty as it is now, and I might make it years.”

  For the first time in forever, Hunt didn’t move away from him. Instead, after Dunne sat up, Hunt’s feet and legs rested against Dunne’s back, warm and solid and near. Warmth that lingered as Hunt stayed close, protecting Dunne from the cooling night air.

  It would be all right. Of course it would. They had years still. Years and years.

  Even so, Dunne was glad the Halloween moon wasn’t full tonight and the room was dark. He wasn’t going to cry. Not in front of his Alpha. Not when anyone could see him.

  God, this holiday was even more miserable than he thought.

  “Listen, Dunne.”

  Hunt was calling him by name. He didn't do that unless it was important.

  “Yeah?”

  “What’s wrong with you? You aren’t cowering there, are you?”

  “Hell, no!”

  “Good. Because cowering isn’t going to cut it. You’re not just any were. You’re my beta. You earned that rank and now you better fucking live up to it.”

  “Understood, Boss.”

  “You better understand. My. Beta. Mine. And you’re staying mine.” Hunt cuffed him, lightly. “You may have fought your way to the title but I picked you. I don’t make mistakes. You’re going to cover my ass and I’m going to cover yours from now until we die. Remember that.”

  Damn it, Hunt always knew what to do and say. That was why he was Alpha.

  And Dunne was Hunt’s beta. This was going to work. It really was going to be all right.