Remi's Pup
Brac Pack 4

Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, Werewolves
Published: March 18, 2011

Drew was a hardworking, straight-A student until the night his ex-boyfriend saw something in him he shouldn’t have. Drew’s secrets led him to a life of drugs and pain, and the road to recovery will be long.

Remi is the jokester of the pack, never taking anything or anyone too seriously─until he meets Drew. But Remi’s first days with his mate are spent cradling Drew through his brutal withdrawals.

To make things worse, tension runs high as the psychotic wolf, Jackson, still hunts for the mates.

Facing up to his true identity could push Drew back to drugs. Can Drew get clean and allow Remi’s love to save him from himself? And can fun-loving Remi stand up to his most serious challenge yet?



Remi knew what his mate was about to do, and there was no way it was going to happen. He grabbed the kid’s arm, shoving his sleeve up.

The warrior closed his eyes, not wanting to see what he suspected. Track marks littered his arm like spiderwebs. Remi wished he could heal them, but they were too old to do anything about. It would be a constant reminder to his mate of what his life had been about.

His mate yanked his arm away, shame showing in his eyes.

“How the hell did you get in here?” The smaller man bent down, grabbing the black box. Remi snatched it from him and opened the lid. Drug paraphernalia. A growl ripped from his chest as he pulled the items out, breaking and bending everything, shredding the plastic band into tiny pieces like a crazed man.

“Stop! What are you doing? Give it here!” The kid dove for Remi’s hands, trying to save whatever he could. Remi destroyed it all.

“Give me what you bought.” Remi knew that’s why the kid was at the mall. He had watched the transaction, watched as he shoved a small yellow packet into his coat pocket. That packet needed to be destroyed.

The kid shot into his bedroom, the snick of the lock indicating the man’s intent. Oh, his mate was really asking to get his ass kicked. Remi’s eyes shifted, too enraged to hold his wolf back any longer. His brows furrowed in anger as he kicked the door open, and he saw his mate stuffing something in his closet. Remi grabbed his arm, pulling it back to find a little yellow packet smashed in his palm. He wrestled it out of his grasp and found the bathroom, flushing it.

“No! No! No! What have you done?” The guy was screaming, swishing his hand in toilet water as he tried to save the powder that had already dissolved. Remi grabbed him and hauled him to the bed, blanketing his body over his mate’s while the kid fought, fought hard.

“Fight it, kid. Fight it. Don’t let it win.” He held on as the guy bucked and screamed. Sweat poured down his mate’s temples, his eyes darting around wildly. He could feel his mate’s heart thumping erratically. Remi had never been more scared in his two hundred and twenty-eight years.

The man’s fight was dying down, Remi never getting off of him. He laid over him for hours. The kid occasionally renewed his efforts, but Remi held on until he settled again.

Remi slid to his side, pulling his mate into his arms, caressing his hair and back. “Fight it, baby. Please,” he begged from a whisper.

The guy jackknifed then leaned over the side of the bed and vomited. Remi petted his hair, rubbed his back. His mate began to shake as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. “It hurts.” He cried.

Tears brimmed Remi’s eyes as he grabbed his mate, pulling him into his lap. “What’s your name, kid?” He wanted to take his mate’s mind off of his pain. He knew nothing would work right now, but he had to try.

“D–Drew.” Remi grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapped Drew in it. He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and called the warrior Storm.

Thirty minutes later, Remi was carrying Drew out, wrapped tight, into the waiting SUV.

“He okay?”

Remi carefully climbed into the back, holding on tight to the young man wrapped in a blue and red comforter.

“No, just get me home.” Remi held Drew tight against his chest, feeling tremors rack his young body.

The ride seemed to take triple the amount of time it normally should have to get from the city to their small town. They pulled into the gravel drive, Storm stopping directly in front of the door. Remi crawled out as Storm opened the back door for him then helped him through the front door of the house.

All noise ceased in the den. All eyes on him. He didn’t blame his fellow Sentries. He had disappeared for two weeks, searching for the scent he had discovered clinging to his Commander’s clothes. His Commander, Hawk, had told him that he approached a young male at the mall for information when Hawk’s mate had gone missing. That’s the only stranger he had come in close contact with that day.

Remi had lived in his truck, waiting to spot his mate that Hawk had described to him. Finally, today, he found him. Hawk also told Remi that Drew had asked for money for his helpful information. He suspected drug use, which set Remi on his hunt to find his mate as quickly as possible.

Drew whimpered as Remi took him upstairs, shifting in the blanket.

“Hold on, baby. Almost there.” 


Remi’s eyes hooded, laying Drew on his back as he pushed his shirt up, kissing his abdomen. Remi skated his hands up Drew’s sides, lifting his shirt up and off in the process.

He attached his mouth to a brown disc as he sucked Drew’s nipple, rolling it in his teeth and bringing it to a peak. It pebbled under his ministration. He lapped at it a few more times. The taste was addictive.

Remi lifted his head, admiring all the milky white skin underneath him. He let out a small growl as he pulled Drew free of his clothes, watching his mate’s cock smack his lower belly. Damn, that was sexy. Pre-come leaked onto Drew’s stomach, glistening and taunting him. Begging to be sampled.

Who was he to pass up such an inviting invitation? Remi licked his lips as he bent over, cleaning the spilled mess. His mate threw his arms over his head, whining and moaning.

Next he went further below, inhaling Drew’s scent at his groin, where his scent was strongest, as he licked the wrinkly sac. Drew moaned again, spreading his legs apart.

Remi licked a path from sac to puckered hole as Drew’s hips bucked, a shudder raking through his body. He slid his arms under Drew as he nipped and sucked his perineum and balls.

“You are so beautiful,” Remi said in a voice laced with desire. He felt dizzy with lust.

Remi crawled up Drew’s body as he drew him down for a kiss. The kiss became heated, all consuming. He couldn’t get enough of his pup.

Drew broke away. “Gotta breathe.”

Remi grinned at the look of innocence his mate displayed. He watched as a blush crept across Drew’s face.


Drew wrapped his legs around Remi’s waist, grinding his cock into his Remi’s denim. “Too many clothes.”

Remi pulled free of Drew’s legs to quickly kick his boots off, discarding his shirt, jeans, and socks, and then he climbed back on the bed.

Remi’s hand circled Drew’s cock, licking the glistening liquid seeping out once again. His pup tasted like the food of the gods.

Drew whimpered.

Remi smiled as his tongue swirled around the bulbous head, teasing the sensitive area that held the bundle of nerves. He began to bob his head as he took Drew’s full length, swallowing the shaft down his throat, Drew’s cock jerking and throbbing in his mouth.

“More. Harder.” Drew cried out as his hips thrust.

Remi took him to the root. He felt Drew’s hot seed pulse down his throat as his mate cried out his name. Pulling back, he licked the cock clean.

Drew was panting, grabbing at Remi’s shoulders.

“Slow down, pup. I’m not going anywhere.” Remi assured him in a rough whisper. He glanced up to see Drew’s little canines had dropped. Remi’s cock jerked at the sight. It was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. Remi ran his tongue over both small points, delving in to claim the sweet taste.

“Please, Remi. Do something, I can’t stand it,” Drew pleaded hoarsely.

Remi kissed his neck as he speared two lubed fingers into Drew.

Drew stiffened, squeezing his ass cheeks together.

Remi stilled. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” His brow quirked up as he waited on his mate’s reply.

Drew panted out, “Yeah, a couple of times.”

“I told you lying will get you spanked, pup.” There was no way Drew was a virgin. He’d had had a boyfriend, right?

“I’m not, promise. Just been awhile.” Drew crossed his heart with a devilish smile, a smile that made Remi melt on the spot.

Remi moved slower, twisting his fingers until he found Drew’s prostate, and he grazed it.

“Oh, my god!” Drew shot up, crying out in pleasure. “What did you do? Do it again.”

Remi stroked over it again and again, adding a third finger as he watched Drew buck and moan. Remi growled at the sight of Drew in the throes of passion.

Pulling his fingers free, he flipped Drew onto his hands and knees. Remi rubbed his cock head up and down over Drew’s puckered hole, excitement gripping him at the sight of the little pink muscle. Lubing his cock, he pushed slowly in, stopping when Drew sucked in a breath. Remi rubbed his mate’s back as he pushed in inch by slow inch until he was seated in Drew’s ass. He shuddered at the tight grip around his prick.

Drew took a deep breath then nodded his head, signaling Remi to move.

Remi held Drew’s hips as he rocked back and forth, getting Drew’s body accustomed to his thick length. Once he felt the muscle loosen up, his thrusts became more demanding. He kicked Drew’s knees farther apart, pulling his ass closer, deeper. Remi watched in amazement as Drew’s muscle swallowed his prick over and over again, the skin stretched around his shaft.