As the pack alpha of his clan, Ian had given permission for Craig Beven to mate Jenna, Ian’s sister. A husky, corn-fed werewolf, Craig had sandy blond hair and the sort of doe-brown eyes that indicated a gentle nature. Ian thought that his jet-set sister would have chosen someone more comfortable in a three-piece suit than overalls.
Craig didn’t have a lot of money, but he had something that Ian valued far more: he had land. For a pack of werewolves, that was priceless.
On Craig’s farmland, tents and blankets littered an uncultivated field. Relatives and members of the McAllistor family mixed with those of the Beven clan in celebration of an event Ian couldn’t remember celebrating for any female in his family.
Standing with his own mate, Khalid Diya al Din, Ian smiled at the tall golem with fantasies of a formal declaration of their relationship. Instead of flowers, there would be candles. Instead of walking around and greeting guests as his sister and her fiancé did, Ian would be leashed and on his knees. Instead of formal clothing, Ian would be dressed in nothing but his fur.
Khalid cast his almond-eyed gaze on Ian as if he could read the filthy thoughts straight out of his mind. “Don’t forget that you’re on punishment, cur. You really don’t want to make things any worse.”
The smile on Ian’s face faded. Despite being the alpha of his clan, Ian was immediately reminded of his position as a submissive to Khalid. Most of the time, it was a stimulating and intriguing position to be in. Most of the time. “What could be worse than a week of celibacy, a cock cage, and no alcohol?” Ian growled.