It had been a couple of hours after his sister had left for The Cell Block Tango and Damion was reclining in bed. He was naked as the day he was born, his hands caressing his hard flesh between his legs as he thought of his mate and all that they shared earlier that day. The smell of Sam’s skin, the feel of his hands all over Damion’s body, the touch of his lips. He groaned as he thought of those last few moments of ecstasy, his own hand twisting hard.
“Oh!” he moaned, voice hoarse as he neared his peak. He pictured Sam’s mouth on him, the hot, wet heat making his toes curl. He arched his back and cried out in the silence of the room as his orgasm exploded from him. His hand and chest were covered in his own fluids as he slowly came down from his orgasmic high, his breathing rough and ragged.
He remained still until he felt he could move without becoming dizzy and got up to take a shower. As he cleansed himself, his thoughts moved to his parents.
“How do I tell them that I’m a submissive? How do I tell them…that my mate is another man?” he thought to himself. He knew his mother and sister would support him, whatever his decisions…but his father…
His father was going to hit the roof. He knew that with every fiber of his being.
He was the only Marulo son and was expected to carry on the family name. Damion knew in his heart and soul that he was never going to be what his father wanted and it broke his heart thinking of it. He’d known the moment he was born, on some instinctual level, that he was a Beta wolf…never to be an Alpha.
“What if Mum is having another boy pup?” His thoughts moved into another direction. If this was the case, then maybe his father would have the Alpha male he needed to run the pack when he was gone. But babies were fickle creatures…and there was no physical way to tell what sex the baby was until he or she was born.
Sighing, Damion stepped from his shower and toweled himself dry. He was exhausted and he needed to sleep. What he really wanted was to run into Sam’s arms and never leave them again, but he had to maintain appearances.
He stepped from his en-suit bathroom, pulling on his robe and turned toward his bed for sleep. He got the shock of his life when he saw his mother sitting on his bed. She was dressed to the nines and looked as if she’d spent most of the night surrounded by her mate.
“Mother! I didn’t hear you come home. How was dinner? Where’s father?” he asked.
“Dinner was excellent, as was being in the company of your father, and he’s currently out, dealing with some emergency stockholder’s meeting. How was your day?” she asked. There was a strange look in her eyes, one he didn’t know how to interpret.
“It was good. Met with a friend for lunch and had a great time.” he answered. There was an uncomfortable silence between them and he tried not to fidget as she stared at him. “Something wrong?” he wondered.
“No. Nothing’s wrong…I was just wondering when you were going to tell me about your mate…your…Alpha.” Elvira stated. Damion spluttered in shock, clearly surprised by this turn of events.
“What are you talking about? I am not mated yet and I most certainly would not be a Beta if I was.” he denied. But even to him, his words sounded hollow.
“Damion…I am your mother. I carried you in my body for almost 10 months. A bond was formed the moment you were conceived and I can feel your emotions. What’s more…” she announced, “…I can smell his scent all over you, darling child.”
Damion’s mouth was dropped open in shock. He’d just come out of the shower as indicated by his still damp hair.
“What? How?” he gaped.
“Darling…a mate’s scent…can never be washed away. Once it is on you, it seeps into your very being and announces to all far and wide that you belong to someone.” Her voice was gentle as she spoke to her son. “I may not be a wolf by birth, but I am a succubus and I have a very keen sense of smell.”
That seemed to deflate him where he stood and he looked at his mother, misery etched in every line of his body.
“Are you disappointed in me? That I’m not Alpha? That I’m mated to another man?” he had to ask. Elvira saw how dejected he was and got to her feet, moving toward her youngest child. Even though he was taller than her by a couple of feet, she wrapped him in her arms as if he were still a small child.
“Am I disappointed that you’re mated to another man? Of course not. Am I disappointed that you are not an Alpha? No. What I am disappointed about, Damion,” she raised his chin so he was forced to look into his mother’s eyes, “Is that you felt you needed to hide this from your own mother. Haven’t I always supported you, loved you, no matter what? Why would you think I would be ashamed of you, in any capacity?”
“But he’s a man, Mum. And an Alpha.”
“That matters nothing to me. You love who you love. And wolves mate for life, darling.” she smiled, love for her child shining in her eyes.
“Father is going to be so upset.” Damion whispered, pressing his face to his mother’s breast. She hugged him tightly, brushing her hands up and down his back in a comforting gesture.
“True, and that’s unavoidable I’m afraid.” Elvira sighed, knowing her husband had placed a very large weight on their son’s shoulders. She gripped Damion’s shoulders with surprising strength (he’d forgotten that his mother was a strong woman in her own right) and drew him back to look at her. “But no matter what happens, know that deep down, he loves you. You are his first born son and no matter what you do, or who you’re mated with will change that feeling in him.”
“I’m going to have to tell him, aren’t I?” Damion sighed, worried all over again.
“That, too, is unavoidable.” Elvira sighed. “But no matter what decision your father makes concerning you…I love you and I support you. All I ask is that you and your young man be discreet. Times being what they are, you do not need that kind of attention.”
“I understand.” Damion nodded, knowing his mother was correct on all things. She brought his head down and pressed a loving and tender kiss to his forehead that made his eyes sting with tears. Whatever happened with his father, he knew his mother would love him and support him.
“Come. You are exhausted and tomorrow is going to be hard.” she took his arm and drew him to his bed. She held back his covers as he removed his robe. He was unashamed of being nude in front of his mother. She had birthed him and seen him naked more times than he could count…and everyone in their pack were taught from a young age that nudity was to be celebrated, especially on nights of the full moon. He slipped between the sheets and waited as his mother lovingly tucked him in. He smiled at that. She hadn’t tucked him in since he was 10. She pressed another kiss to his forehead and turned down his lights before she started to leave the room.
“Mum?” he called out to her. She paused in the open door, the light in the hall surrounding her in it’s soft glow.
“I love you, you know.”
“I love you, too, Damion.” she smiled. Blowing him a final kiss, she closed his door, leaving him to sleep. He curled up on his side and tried to put tomorrow out of his mind. It was going to be difficult enough without him being exhausted on top of it.