Grayson enjoyed his birthday party, he’d tried ignoring Chance’s presence but found it very hard to do since the man’s charismatic energy took up the room. He’d even noticed when the older man left for a bit and returned. He was completely surprised when his parents presented him with a new car.

“We know how hard you worked in school and how hard you’re working now,” Katarina, his mom, said hugging him. “And this is our way of showing you how proud we are of you.”

“Mom and Dad, you seriously didn’t have to buy me a new car, a card would have just been fine.”

“Child, say thank you to your parents and be happy,” Rosemary told him.

"You're right, Nana. I am grateful for my new car." He hugged his parents and thanked them as well as showering them with kisses and telling them how much he loved them. Grayson loved how affectionate his family was, even in public.

“Thank gods I don’t have to worry anymore about you breaking down somewhere,” Monique said stepping up beside them.

“My sweetie would have held up,” he joked, separating from their hug.

“Yeah right. I’m not sure how you were able to make it home from school and not have any problems,” Monique added.

“It’s not fair the way you guys are picking on my baby. She was really good to me over the years.”

“Well, now you have a new baby,” his dad said. “So, enjoy it.”

“Wait how were you guys able to hide this from me?” he asked his parents. They were terrible at keeping secrets.

“We had Chance keep it in his garage for us, so you wouldn’t figure out what we were up to,” answered his dad.

Grayson looked around not noticing that Chance was missing from the crowd that had gathered around to watch his parents give him another surprise other than the party.

“Well, I guess I need to thank him.”

“And you will, later,” his grandmother said ushering him into the house. “It’s still a party, and we need to get rid of all the food we made.”

Grayson looked back at the sleek black car sitting in the driveway and grinned. His parents really knew how to welcome him home, and he was appreciative of their love. Grayson wasn't the only one that got a surprise. His parents handed Monique the keys to the home they'd bought for her, Cordell, and the baby. They were so thrilled that Monique couldn't stop crying and hugging their parents.

Chance unbuttoned his shirt as he walked through his apartment. He loved the openness of his home. There was nothing separate except for the bathroom. When Rosemary had signed over the building, he wasted no time renovating what he could on his own. He’d hired Quintus Wolfe who owned the local contracting company to take care of the things he couldn’t do on his own. Chance felt proud of the home he built, picking out everything even the smallest things like the knobs on the kitchen cupboards.

He was about to take off his shirt when there was a gentle knock on his door. Glancing at the clock, he marked the time at just a little after two in the morning. He’d taken his time walking home from the Vale’s. He hadn’t drunk much, but he was always careful with everything he did. He wondered who was knocking at his door this late. Leaving his shirt unbuttoned he opened his front door surprised to see the birthday boy standing in front of him.

“You said we’d talk later.” He noticed that Grayson’s hazel brown eyes went directly to his chest as he licked his lips, before slowly raising them to meet his gaze.

“I didn’t mean tonight,” Chance said to him. “But I guess now is a good time as any for us to talk about things. Come in.”

He stepped aside, letting the kid inside then closed the door. He leaned against the heavy wood observing Grayson looking around his apartment that was thankfully clean. Grayson had showered and changed since the last time Chance saw him. He was wearing tight ripped jeans and a black T-shirt, his dark curly hair was still wet from his shower, giving Chance the urge to tangle his fingers in the boy’s hair.

“You know when I was a kid, I used to wonder what your apartment looked like,” Grayson turned to face him.

“And does it live up to your imagination?”

“In a way,” he said with a shy smile. “I was expecting lava lamps to be sitting beside the bed.”

Chance chuckled. “I put it away a couple of years ago. I thought it clashed with the new decor.”

Grayson snorted then looked down, and scuffed his foot on the dark wooden floor. “I didn’t try to trick you into sleeping with me that night.”

“If I remember correctly, I was the one that kissed you before you could have said anything.” Grayson’s cheeks colored bright red.

“But I could have told you who I was at some point during the night.”

“At what point during the night could you have told me? When I had my dick or tongue up your ass?” Chance smirked as he watched Grayson turn even redder if it was possible. Chance pulled off the door and walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a beer for himself. “Do you want one?” he asked holding up his bottle for Grayson to see.

“No, I don’t drink.”

“Ever?” Chance asked impressed.

“Except for the first time when I was eighteen. I got sick and decided that drinking wasn’t for me.”

“That’s good, but you won’t mind if I do?”

“No, it’s your home and your body.” His eyes trailed up and down Chance’s body. “Do as you please.”

“So now that we’ve cleared the air, what do you want?” Chance wasn’t sure why he was asking that question. He should tell the kid to go home, but for some reason, he couldn’t find the words to say it. He brought the beer bottle to his lips but stopped at Grayson’s next question.

“Are you a Dominant?”

He looked nervous, and Chance found it a bit adorable, just like a submissive.

“I noticed the wristband at the party and…”

“And what if I am? If you’re looking for someone to play with for fun, I’m not the one you want.”

“No…Shit.” Grayson sighed and rubbed his forehead in obvious distress. “Nothing like that. I’m sure you’ve already figured out that I’m a submissive and an omega, but I’ve never been in any kind of relationship or found my mate. But I think…” He stopped pacing and talking at the same time then turned to stare at Chance.

Chance had the feeling that Grayson was going to reveal something important before he stopped himself. “What do you think?”

“It’s nothing of importance right now,” he stated then walked over and sat down on the couch. “When I was away at university, the only time I allowed myself to have any kind of fun was on spring break. I would spend my entire week in the club being trained or played with by dominants with my consent, to a certain degree of course. I gave my body, but I never gave over my submission to either of them. Funny thing was the Doms never seemed to mind. It was as if they saw what I craved and needed but ignored it.”

“What did you want?”

“Connection,” he answered. “I watched other masters with their subs, and it made me jealous of what they had.”

“Then they weren’t real Doms.”

“I know that now. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t abused in any way. It’s just when I looked in their eyes, they didn’t see the real me.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Chance asked.

“That one night with you, I wanted to do anything you asked me and even things you didn’t ask for. I want nothing more than to please you than I’ve ever wanted to with anyone else. I wanted to kneel at your feet and not just worship your cock but you as well. And even though it was only supposed to be sex, I felt wanted. It felt as if you needed me too.” He paused for a brief second as if giving Chance time to absorb the last part of his statement.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

If it’s me kissing the hell out of you, then you know exactly what I’m thinking. “What’s that?” Chance asked.

“That my crush for you is what I’m basing my needs and feelings on.”

Crush, what crush?

Grayson sniggered. “I guess she was right.”

“Who? Who was right?”

“My nana. According to her everyone other than you knew I had a crush on you.”

“Since when?”

“Since I realized I liked watching Eli Hawkins’ dick bounce off his legs while he walked around the locker room naked than seeing Olivia Cummings’ breasts bounce when she ran on the track,” he finished with a smile on his beautiful lips.

“I see,” Chance said bringing the bottle to his lips, hiding his laughter.

Chance walked over and sat in the leather wingback chair facing the room. He remembered the day he bought it and the reason why. He’d envisioned himself sitting in the chair with his legs open and a sweet submissive kneeling between his legs waiting patiently for his command, Chance’s collar around his neck marking him as his submissive.

He looked at Grayson, and the image of the boy kneeling in front of him, looking at him with loving eyes swam in his mind. He cleared his throat, pulling away from his thoughts. Chance took a swig of his beer then set the bottle down on the coffee table.

“Still doesn’t answer the question as to why you told me all of that,” he said picking up his beer off the table.

“I want you to be my Dom.”

Chance stopped with the bottle halfway to his mouth. “Come again?”

“I knew you would think that was a stupid thing to ask for,” Grayson said.

“I didn’t say it was.” Chance wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. It wasn’t the first time he’d been asked to be another submissive’s Dom. But coming from Grayson, it felt a bit out of nowhere. “Why? Why do you want it to be me?”

“Because I know that you are the one that I need. And maybe it does have something to do with my crush or my animalistic need to find a dominating mate. It’s not easy having both wolf and mere blood running through my veins. But…”

“What? But what?”

“But what I felt with you that night, I never felt it with any other. With you I felt safe,” he whispered.

He was so brutally honest, and Chance found it refreshing.

He stood and started pacing the room. To Chance, Grayson seemed to be holding on to what last bit of control he had.

“Sit,” Chance said in a deep, commanding tone and immediately Grayson sat back down on the couch. What a good boy. Chance leaned forward and watched the kid fidget in his seat. “Put your hands between your legs, now take a deep breath and let it out slowly.” Once again, the boy did what he’d ordered without question or thought.

Chance sat back in his chair and continued to observe the kid. As much as he wanted to tell the boy to come to him and do whatever he wanted he couldn’t do that tonight. He also couldn’t let the kid walk out of his apartment so wound up. He needed to think about what the boy was asking from him.

“I need a couple of days to think about what you propose.”

Grayson went to say something, but a sharp look from Chance stopped him. “I’m not saying yes, and I’m not saying no. There are things you and I need to talk about as well getting to know each other. I need to make sure I’m able to devote time to both your desires and mine. And if I say yes, there will be a trial contract between us, after the period is over, we will discuss what comes next.”

Chance stood and gazed down at the boy. “It’s late, so I think you should head home and get some sleep. I’ll be in touch with you when I decide, and in the meantime, I want you to remain calm and concentrate on your job.”

Grayson nodded and stood, Chance wanted to wipe away the dejected expression off his face. He guided Grayson over to the door and was about to open it when the kid turned to face him.

“Can I have a kiss before I go?”

Chance didn’t need to think about it, he grabbed the kid by the back of his neck and smashed their lips together. He’d been dying to taste the kid’s sweet lips all night. His other hand wrapped around the boy’s slim waist, pulling him against his body. Grayson’s hands were on his chest and moved up slowly and started pushing his shirt off his shoulders.

Chance should have stopped him, but he couldn’t, not yet; he was enjoying the softness of the kid’s lips too much. The way his body vibrated against his, causing him to press Grayson against the door. He reached down and grabbed the kid’s legs, lifting him up so he could wrap them around his waist. He ignored the tear he heard in his shirt when he’d bent down but was more focused on having more of the boy’s mouth.

Chance pushed him deeper into the hard-wooded door, kissing his way down to the boy’s neck, sucking up a mark. Grayson shivered against him, and his nails dug deep into Chance’s flesh as if they were claws.

Chance raked his teeth over the mark, their hips grinding together. He moved his hands up to Grayson’s hips, and his finger’s toyed with the top of his waistband, Chance stopped everything when he felt silk and lace. He opened his eyes and stared at Grayson, his hot breath ghosting over his lips. Chance’s finger still fondling the lace material.

“What color are they?” he whispered.

Grayson licked his lips before answering. “Black.”

“Let me see,” Chance ordered.

Grayson put his foot down and released Chance who stepped back. Chance finished taking off his ruined shirt, letting it fall to the ground. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Grayson who was taking off his T-Shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

Grayson unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pushed it down, letting it pool at his ankles. Chance’s mouth went dry at seeing the sexy sight in front of him. Black see-through lace panties that left nothing to the imagination. His cock was hard and weeping, staining the lace material.

Fuck! So damn sexy, he thought, biting on his bottom lip. He couldn’t recall if the kid had a pair on the night they slept together.

“Do you always wear panties or is this a special occasion?”

“They are the only thing I feel comfortable in.”

Chance went and sat back down in his wingback chair. “Come to me.”

Grayson stepped out of his jeans and walked over to stand in front of him. Chance grabbed him by the hips and pulled him down, causing Grayson to straddle his thighs. Chance trailed his finger along the hard flesh, teasing the weeping head of his cock with his thumb. He raised his head and gazed into Grayson’s hazel brown eyes that had turned into dark pools of chocolate.

“You tricked me, didn’t you?” Chance asked him, his voice husky and thick with arousal. Grayson whimpered seeming unable to answer. “But I don’t mind if you did.”

He leaned forward and grazed his teeth over Grayson’s brown peaked nipple before sucking it in his mouth. The slow teasing of Chance’s fingers palming his cock through the lace material, staining it even more. His eyes trailed up Grayson’s chest to his face, his mouth was open, and Chance saw the tip of the kid’s canines trying to hide behind his lips. Chance’s cock jerked in his pants at the thought of feeling Grayson’s canines piercing his skin.

Chance’s tongue trailed over to Grayson’s other nipple as his hand moved faster, pressing on the lace material while jerking off his cock. Grayson’s hips started moving in tandem with Chance’s fingers. His low breathing became filled with moans and whimpers that was music to Chance’s ear. He could tell Grayson was close to coming and he wanted to feel it and taste it rather than simply watching.

With ease, he stood, and Grayson instantly wrapped his legs around his waist. Chance took the few short steps to the couch and gently laid Grayson down on his back, he kneeled between the kid’s legs and took his laced cock into his mouth, sucking on the head of the hard, hot flesh.

Grayson’s back bowed and lifted off the couch, howling his name when he came. Chance moaned and readily accepted the gush of cum in his mouth, swallowing some and purposely letting a few droplets spill from his mouth, soaking the lace panties.

Before Grayson could come down from his high, Chance went to his knees and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling out his hard cock. He furiously jerked himself off, spilling his seed on the black lace material. Chance took great pride in seeing their cum mixed together and the white stains on the dark material. He fell forward, connecting their lips, the catalyst that started it all.

After a few more minutes of kissing and tender touches, Chance went back to his knees and slowly pulled Grayson’s panties off and brought them to his nose, taking a deep breath. He didn’t hold back his moan smelling them together.

“These are now mine,” he said stuffing them in his pocket.

“Anything you want, it’s yours,” Grayson whispered.

“Don’t say that so easily.” Bending down, Chance licked Grayson clean before crawling up and letting the kid do the same. Chance could feel himself getting hard again, but he was tired and didn’t think it was a good idea for the kid to spend the night at his house.

Not yet at least.

Getting off the boy and couch, he tucked his cock back in and zipped up his jeans, leaving it unbuttoned. He walked over to the door and got Grayson’s clothes, he handed them back to him and watched him get dressed.

“I’ll call you when I’ve decided,” Chance told him, guiding Grayson over to the door.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” He leaned up and kissed Chance once more on his lips quickly and then he was gone.

Chance closed the door and leaned against it for a few seconds. He moved away from the door and started whistling as he stuffed his hands in his pockets as he went into his bathroom. He pulled out the lace panties.

“What a pushy little bottom. My kind of submissive to punish.”