by Myles, Eden
The alpha wasted no time. Grunting and growling, he held Kevin down and slammed his meaty erection home, filling him in one great lunge. Kevin yipped and scratched at the earth, digging his fingers into the mud of the riverbank to better anchor himself and compartmentalize the pain. Soon the alpha was rocking in and out, grunting as he filled Kevin, claimed every inch of him.
Then something happened and Kevin felt the stranger’s weight increase. He smelled the wolf strong on the man—musky, male, hot and powerful. He was changing—not into a wolf, but into something decidedly wolfish. A half-thing. Kevin had had no idea their kind could do that.
The pressure inside him increased and Kevin whimpered as he struggled not to move. The werewolf in half-beast form had its claws in him, hugged him tight, dug its hind claws into the mud, and began to fuck him with carnal intensity. Kevin gasped at the bruising impacts. The alpha was bigger and his cock fatter in this form, and Kevin almost had trouble accommodating him, but the commingling of pain and pleasure was the sweetest thing he had ever felt and he relished it.
He moaned as he let the big alpha have him, fuck him as hard as he wanted to. They grunted and growled like two primal beasts in heat. The werewolf filled him to overflowing, its huge balls slapping his ass, its teeth locked on Kevin’s human shoulder, its burning hot saliva dripping down over his back and chest. Kevin shivered violently, his arms and legs trembling beneath him as they threatened to spill him to the forest floor.
The alpha growled out a warning not to move even as he claimed Kevin, trembled himself, filled him with his seed, then filled him some more. His ejaculate was thick and hot and plentiful, racing down the inside of Kevin’s legs. Kevin came hard with a bark, pouring himself out in volleys of thick cream all over the ground as he shifted himself, not into a wolf but into the same half-creature that was mating him so savagely. The alpha howled in victory, his voice cutting through the forest and making the trees shiver and the ground faintly vibrate. Kevin answered with a howl of his own and the two of them sang to each other as they finished making love.
Finally, the alpha was done, empty, his lust sated. He withdrew, letting Kevin fall back to sleep against the plush warmth of the werewolf’s shining black pelt. For once, Kevin’s dreams were unbroken by the ragged, lonely need he normally experienced in sleep. He woke the next morning alone, sore, satisfied, disappointed to find the alpha gone, but full of hope that somewhere out there were others of his kind and that he would meet them soon.
* * *
Chapter Six
“My stars, you’re in a good mood today,” Jolene commented in her lazy Southern accent as she sashayed by the bar.
Kevin was scrubbing down the bar in preparation for the evening crowd, using a combination of bleach and detergent in a spray bottle to make the bar top as spotless as possible. People said he was anal about such things, but he always took pride in his work and he wanted to do a good job. He realized after a moment that he was humming along with the old 80’s Devo beat pounding out of the speakers above. He hadn’t even realized it. “I had a good weekend.”
She leaned against the bar and said, “So what’s his name, sugar?”
“What do you mean?” he answered innocently.
Jolene rolled his eyes and tossed her head, her giant hoop earrings clanking. She wore a sky-blue pantsuit and her hair in a big, blonde and somewhat outdated bouffant, but that was just Jolene’s style. She was a huge fan of Dolly Parton and Reba McEntire. Kevin admired her gumption, if not her fashion sense. “You might be able to hide it from Hannah, but, sugar, I know that look. You’ve been smiling all day like a bear that’s got into the honey pot. So what’s his name—this stud you’ve met?”
Was he smiling like some big, dumb idiot? He thought about what to say, then decided on the truth. The truth shall set you free, right? He shrugged. “I don’t know. We didn’t discuss it.”
Jolene’s carefully plucked eyebrows rode to the top of her long forehead. “He didn’t tell you his name?”
“We were a little too busy doing other things,” he said, nearly choking on the words.
She shook her head with exasperation. “You crazy boys. Well, did you at least get his cell number?”
“He didn’t have a cell on him.” Or anything else, Kevin secretly added.
She stopped him from scrubbing the same spot over and over and said, “How do you expect to get in touch with him, then? You’re gonna be single forever at this rate!”
He thought about that, realized he’d given the situation no real thought. It was late Monday afternoon, and he was still riding high on the endorphins of having met the alpha at all. He hadn’t thought past their encounter in the woods. Maybe he didn’t want to. “I don’t know,” he said truthfully. “We never discussed that.”
Not exactly a lie. They hadn’t discussed anything, hadn’t traded a single word, in fact.
Following the encounter, the alpha had disappeared and Kevin hadn’t seen him since, though he’d spent considerable time over the weekend trying to track him in the woods. His scent had been there, musky and feral, but fading too quickly to track very far. Would he see the alpha again? He didn’t know, but his heart flitted with anticipation, and he found himself compulsively looking at the clock, willing it to move faster toward six, when they opened the club for the night. He imagined the alpha sitting at the far end of the bar as he had last Friday night, sleek and elegant, the lust burning coolly in his eyes.
He looked up at Jolene. “I guess I sound pretty stupid. Look pretty stupid, too.”
She patted his hand companionably. “Sugar, you look like a man in love. I hope it works out. You’ve been alone far too long.” And off she went, to check on the dancers backstage.
Patrons started filtering in an hour later, and Kevin tried to put it out of his mind, but Jolene’s logic bothered him, and as the hours began to pass without the alpha showing, he found his mood souring considerably. Normally, he liked his job. He liked serving customers, chatting with patrons, and even staying late to do odd jobs, whatever they were. He liked doing Jolene favors. It made him feel useful, like he had an important place in the world. But when he finally realized that the sexy alpha wasn’t going to show, he just wanted the night to end so he could go home and get some sleep.
The next night he found himself foolishly hoping to see the alpha again, but it didn’t happen. Not that night, not in the nights that followed. He started feeling like what he was—a fool.
The week positively crawled by, and several times he found his patience for stupid or self-absorbed patrons put to the test. He started questioning what he was doing with his life, and if there was something better out there for him. On Friday night, he found his heart thudding nervously, hopefully…foolishly. It didn’t want to give up on the alpha, even though his mind already had. It had been one week since their encounter. He stayed late to close up for Jolene. He scrubbed the place down, then scrubbed it again. He was the last to leave, but the alpha never showed.
He was alone. For the first time, the idea brought real terror to his heart, and he found he hated the alpha, finally. He’d been okay with being alone until he’d met him. Now the idea filled him with despair.
He found himself trembling several hours later as he drove into the mountains. The cabin was the same as when he’d left it. He threw his duffle bag down and stripped, racing off into the woods. He sniffed and sniffed but found no trace of the alpha—or any other wolf. He raced through the woods, baying and crying, calling out to anyone who might listen, but no one answered.
No one ever answered.
Jolene’s words haunted him. He should have gotten the alpha’s name, his number. Something.
A terrible thought gnawed at him. Was the alpha a dream, maybe? A fantasy? Something his lonely mind had conjured up to comfort him and compensate for the isolation of his life? Was this what he had to look forward to? Madness? A life of crying wolf…and receiving no answer?
The run left
him feeling pleasantly sore, and the prey he caught filled his aching, empty belly. But the alpha was not there, no one was there, and when he drove back to the city on Sunday night, he was forced to stifle the tears that wanted to overflow.
* * *
Chapter Seven
Why hope to be happy?
It was a question Ron sometimes asked while in the midst of one of his alcoholic fugues. Kevin had always taken Ron to be a pessimist, but now he was starting to understand the man finally.
He worked the bar, shuffling out drinks in record time, but kept his eyes on his work and off the customers. He didn’t want to talk to them, didn’t want to hear their insipid tales and sob stories. He didn’t want to hear how they’d had everything—jobs, families, boyfriends and girlfriends, husbands and wives, only to fuck things up. That somehow the universe had conspired against them to bring them to this low point in their little, useless lives. He didn’t want to hear how full other peoples’ lives had been. It made him realize how little he’d always had, how much he had made do, how he could never hope for anything more than this petty excuse for an existence.
“Over here!” his sister Hannah called. She was sitting at the end of the bar where the alpha had sat two weekends ago, waving to him. She and a couple of the girls from school had passed midterms and were celebrating. He rushed over to serve them their celebratory pitchers of beer and tequila shooters, reminding himself to smile and congratulate them all.
“Oh my god, Han, this is your brother? He’s so cute!” the blond sitting beside his sister said and started flirting with him.
The pretty black girl beside her elbowed her hard in the ribs. “Dumbass, it’s a gay bar, Selene.”
“Yeah, so what, Michonne?” Selene shot back. “They’re not going to throw us out, are they?”
Michonne rolled her eyes and pointed at Kevin. “Cute…and not on the menu. Get it?”
Selene looked confused and Hannah laughed at her friends’ antics, the joke entirely on Selene while Kevin ran out more drinks for them all.
It did his heart good to see his sister happy. He liked how she had never let her handicap get her down. In that way, she seemed so much stronger than he was.
Then Allison whipped his ass with her bar mop and said, “Stud in the corner wants a Manhattan. Chop, chop.”
Feeling slightly annoyed, though Allison had never gotten on his nerves before, he said, “So what? Make him one. You know how.”
“He says he wants you to do it.” She rolled her eyes.
Kevin mixed the drink, barely thinking about it, and carried the cocktail glass down to the table in the far corner. He set a napkin down and put the Manhattan atop it, keeping his eyes averted so as to avoid conversation. He almost got away, except the man put his hand over Kevin’s.
He had large, sinewy hands, the nails neatly manicured, and he wore rings. Kevin looked up.
The alpha sat at the table, dressed in a charcoal-grey pinstripe suit, his long black hair braided away from his face, which was keen and centered on Kevin with obvious interest and appetite. His eyes looked hazel under the lights of the club, but Kevin knew how quickly they could slip into yellow. He felt his heart slam up into his throat, and for a long moment he could neither breathe nor speak.
“I apologize for my recent absence, Golden Eyes, but it couldn’t be helped,” he said in his deep, melodious British voice.
Kevin choked out the words. “Wha-what do you mean?”
The man smiled, a warm, sexy, wanton look. He leaned forward and Kevin caught a whiff of the forest in his cologne. Kevin’s cock instantly twitched to life in his pants. “Sit down,” he said in a commanding voice, indicating the chair opposite him, and Kevin immediately obeyed the alpha. A small smirk curled the man’s soft, sensual lips. “You sought me in the woods this weekend, yes? But I wasn’t there. I wanted you to know I wasn’t trying to avoid you. I was out of the country on business.”
It took Kevin a moment to digest the words. “You…you could tell I was there?”
“Your scent is prominent in those woods. Yes,” he smiled, “I could tell.”
“Oh.” And then he blurted, “So you weren’t… I mean, I thought maybe I was dreaming, that you weren’t real.”
The alpha laughed at that. His voice was a low, sensual rumble under the music. “No, Golden Eyes, our time together was quite real, and I enjoyed every moment of it. I love your smell and taste, young wolf. I loved being inside you, claiming that lovely virgin ass of yours.”
His words made Kevin blush from head to foot. “I’m not…I mean…” He stared at the tabletop. He didn’t know how to say it. “That ship sailed a long time ago.”
“You have been with others of your own kind?”
Kevin shook his head. “No.”
“A virgin, like I said.” The alpha narrowed his yellowish eyes. “I like that you don’t smell of pack or other lovers.” He leaned forward to discreetly snuffle at the side of Kevin’s neck, making him shiver. “You still smell faintly of me. Good.”
Again, Kevin blushed. “How did you find me? Who are you?”
The alpha’s smile never slipped. He moved his hand to cover Kevin’s. He rubbed his thumb across Kevin’s palm, his touch sparking like a kiss of electricity across Kevin’s skin. “My name is Roman Le Feuvre, Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. As a human, I broker on the London Stock Exchange, but recently I relocated here to the States along with my pack.”
Someone was calling for him, but Kevin ignored it. “I’m Kevin Sullivan. Wait…you have a pack?”
“Don’t you?”
“Christ, no. I didn’t even know there was anyone else out there like me. I thought I was the only…” He couldn’t say the word. “The only one of my kind.”
Roman nodded. “You’re an Orphan.” He sniffed again. “How very odd. I would have thought a Pedigree like yourself would have had many followers by now.”
“Pedigree?”
Roman pursed his soft, full lips. “You don’t know much about yourself, do you, Golden Eyes?”
Kevin didn’t know what to say to that. Allison was bleating for him from the bar as she was quickly overrun with customers. But Kevin could care less about the bar, Allison, work, or anything else for that matter. He just wanted to ask the alpha more questions. He wanted to know about the others. But his shift was far from over.
Roman read him easily. “I can see I’ve got you at a bad time.” His hand moved under the table, gently squeezing Kevin’s partially erect cock in his trousers so Kevin let out a gentle moan of pleasure. “When do you get off?”
“Not until two in the morning.” Panic suddenly set in. “Will you wait? You won’t go?”
Roman laughed at his eagerness. “I’ll have my driver pick you up then. Is that acceptable?”
“I can go now.”
“No,” Roman said, his voice deep and commanding. Kevin had a feeling that very few people dared disobey the man. “Finish your work here. Raise no suspicions. Then you will come to me.” He let Kevin’s cock go so he could stand up.
“I can’t wait to be with you again,” Kevin told him honestly.
Roman fished the cherry from his Manhattan and lick it with his long, red tongue before sucking it into his mouth. “My little Orphan, we have all the time in the world to get to know one another.”
* * *
Chapter Eight
Roman’s driver took him by town car across the city and to a riverside block mansion on West 89th Street. Kevin wasn’t used to this part of the city. It looked too clean to be New York. The five-story, bow-front mansion looked like something out of a turn-of-the-century period piece movie.
The drive let him out and he saw Roman waiting for him on the stoop before the huge, gilded, double doors. He was still dressed in his pinstripe suit, though his hair was loose and flowing in rivers of black around his intense, hawk-like face. “I’m glad you came,” he said as Kevin reached the top of the stairs.
“I wouldn’t mi
ss it for the world,” he said honestly.
Roman grinned at his enthusiasm and let him into the foyer with its hardwood floors, wainscoted walls and crystal chandeliers. Kevin marveled at the luxury. Never in all his days had he expected to ever see the inside of a palace like this. “This is just one of my holdings,” Roman explained. “I have homes all over the world.”
Kevin whistled. “You must do pretty well for yourself.”
“I’m over three hundred years old. Experience has turned me into a rather astute businessman, as you can well imagine—though it has forced me to migrate periodically to keep suspicions down. I alternate forty or so years between all my holdings, returning to them as my son or grandson, hence the reason the pack and I have relocated recently to New York City. If I had stayed in London any longer, my human associates there would have noticed my lack of aging.”
Kevin blinked in disbelief and looked closely at his newfound friend and lover. “You don’t look a day over thirty. Do you age at all?”
“Werewolves do, but only very slowly, and Pedigrees even slower than that.” Roman looped his arm familiarly around Kevin’s waist and led him across the receiving hall and past a winding staircase with a lacy, wrought-iron rail. His hand brushed Kevin’s side and Kevin felt himself relaxing against the old alpha as they moved down a long hall toward another pair of large, arching doors.
A thought occurred to Kevin. “Isn’t that kind of hard to do, what with the digital age and all?”
“Not if you have the right contacts. Then it’s just a case of crossing the right palms with enough silver.” Roman stared at him. “How old are you, Golden Eyes?”
“Twenty-eight,” Kevin answered, feeling like a child by Roman’s standards.