Dana Bell - Finding Forgiveness

Ben looked shocked. “Hell, no. My dad told the Pack leaders I’d run away from home, which wasn’t true. I was trying to avoid him because he’d been drinking.” Ben added butter and syrup to his waffles, but Dave could tell his attention was really somewhere in the past. “Steve knew what was going on with my old man. He was the only one who believed me.”

“I would have.”

Ben sighed. “I know that now. But you were too young to deal with it, and I wasn’t quite old enough to trust you yet.”

“Yup. That only took…hmm. Do you trust me yet?”

Ben winced. “Yes, I trust you. I wore the damn shirt, didn’t I?”

Dave waved his fork at Ben. “That’s completely different, and you know it.”

Ben stood up and hiked up the tail of his shirt. He turned around and showed Dave his back. “You see the scar on my lower back?”

Dave leaned in. This was the first time Ben had allowed him this close to his naked skin. Sure enough, there was a faint scar. He ran his finger down it, enjoying the way Ben shivered under his light touch. “Your father?”

“That’s not the only scar.” Ben tugged the shirt back into place and sat back down to his breakfast. “He’d drink, he’d do horrible things, he’d get sober and he’d apologize. Lather, rinse, repeat. I was this close to leaving the Pack and going lone when Rick challenged his grandfather and won control of the Pack.” Ben grinned. “I never thought I’d see the old man relieved to lose his Alpha status.”

“He’d been Alpha a long time, waiting for a suitable replacement. His son and daughter-in-law dying so soon after Rick was born was hard on him.” Dave shook his head. “Sometimes I think that’s why he isolated us so much.”

“Maybe.” Ben shook his head. “Anyway, that doesn’t matter now. Dad managed to get them to believe him no matter what I said or did. It was like they didn’t want to know.” He sighed. “Dad… Let’s just say I can’t abide being around drunks.”

Dave picked up his coffee mug and leaned back in his seat. “I don’t drink as often as you think I do.”

“I’m beginning to realize that.” Ben stared at him, his expression so sincere Dave had to stop himself from leaning across the table and consoling him. “I should have talked to you rather than assuming things. I really am sorry.”

“Sorry enough to wear that T-shirt at the next Pack meeting?”

Dave was shocked when Ben nodded. “It smells like us.” Ben’s eyes had brightened, the golden brown of his wolf’s eyes bleeding away the dark, nearly black of his iris.

Dave was proud of the fact that his hands weren’t shaking when he set his coffee mug back down. He could feel his own eyes shifting in response to his mate’s desire. The scent of Ben’s need was stronger, overpowering their combined scent. “It does, doesn’t it?” He leaned forward and placed both hands, palms up, on the table. “What hurt the most was the fact that you never spoke to me like I meant anything to you.”

Ben laid his hands in Dave’s. “I couldn’t let myself. I couldn’t get trapped in a relationship with an alcoholic. I couldn’t give my life over to someone whose soul didn’t belong to them. I knew if I let you close to me we’d wind up mated. I pushed you away to save myself and wound up hurting you in ways I’d never dreamed of.”

Dave closed his eyes. “I needed you.”

“I know.” The pain behind those words told him that Ben had suffered too. Ben squeezed his hands. “I can’t change the past, but I can promise I’ll be there from now on. Can you forgive me?”

Dave stared into his mate’s eyes, reading the sincere regret, the determination to win him over and the urge to mark, to mate, that dominated his thoughts, and made his decision. “If you ever shut me out again I will feed you to Charlie. In bite-size pieces. Dainty bite-size pieces.”

The smile that lit up Ben’s face was worth it.

Still, there were some things that needed to be said. Dave had waited a long time for this, and he wasn’t going to lose out on it now. “We’re hitting the parks. This is our honeymoon, whether you like it or not. You will go on water rides and get soaked.” Ben grimaced, but Dave didn’t let up. “I’ve been saving for this for a really long time. No way are you getting out of it. Space Mountain will be conquered. Understood?”

Ben didn’t care what they did so long as he got Dave’s sexy ass naked and in bed within the next five minutes. “Fine. But first, I’m marking you.” Ben lunged across the table, but he wasn’t quite fast enough to catch Dave. The Beta was on his feet and gone, leaving Ben to clutch the air he’d occupied.

“Wait. Do you honestly think I’m going to be the catcher in this little ball game?” Dave grinned, the goofy look Ben had come to love on his face. His mate wanted to play.

Ben was willing to oblige him. “I’m sorry; which one of us lost that air hockey game?”

“That was for tulle, not tush.”

Ben started laughing. The man was insane, and everything he’d ever needed. “You’re so goin’ down.”

“You wish.” Dave leered at him, but Ben could see the remnants of fear lingering in his eyes. Part of Dave still believed Ben would push him away.

Once he’d marked Dave that fear would disappear. It had to. Ben couldn’t bear to see it in Dave’s eyes anymore. “C’mere, Dave.”

Dave’s goofy grin turned feral, the Beta’s power pulsing around him. “No.” He crooked his finger at Ben. “You come here.”

Ben fought the pull of his Beta, but it was hard. “Do I look like a bottom?”

Dave nodded, his hot gaze travelling up and down Ben’s body.

“Hell, no.” No way was Dave shoving anything up Ben’s ass.

That feral grin turned downright evil, and Ben feared for himself. “Are you telling me you’re a cherry boy?”

Ben glared at Dave, refusing to answer, but he knew his cheeks were bright red. “You know there’s only one way to decide this.”

Dave smirked, the picture of utmost confidence. “You sure you wanna do this?”

“Oh yeah.” Ben held up his closed fist.

“Are you prepared for the abject humiliation that will follow your defeat?” Dave laughed at Ben’s low growl. He held up his own fist. “Ready?”

“Rock paper scissors shoot! Shit.” Ben looked at his flat hand and Dave’s vee’d fingers and knew he’d lost the first round. “Best two out of three.”

Dave shrugged. “If you like; just know you’ll lose.”

Ben gritted his teeth. No way could he lose this, or he’d lose something a lot dearer to him. His butt cheeks clenched. “Rock paper scissors shoot! Hah! Paper covers rock.” One more win and his ass was safe.

Dave merely held up his fist. “Last one.”

“Rock paper scissors shoot!” Ben stared down at his vee’d fingers, a chill running down his spine.

“Rock breaks scissors.”

Before he could react to his loss Dave was on him, his fangs buried in Ben’s neck, and Ben forgot everything but his raging hard-on.

Dave shivered at the needy moan Ben let loose. He needed his mate to mark him back, to claim Dave the way he’d always dreamed. “Bite me. Make me yours.” Dave carefully removed Ben’s shirt. No way was he damaging it. The man had sworn to wear it to the Pack meeting. If that didn’t say commitment Dave didn’t know what did. The mocking would be relentless, and Ben had to know that.

Belle was going to have a field day with it.

Ben growled. He buried his fangs in Dave’s naked chest, the pain of the bite rapidly fading as Ben pumped him full of the mating enzyme that would mark Dave as his forever. Dave’s dick hit Def Con One, ready to shoot off at the slightest move Ben made.