Alphas: Supes and Badboys (8 Books in One)

by Myles, Eden

  “Just a pup. I figured as much.” They passed multiple portraits of other Romans in different period clothes. The sight of them made Kevin shiver. “At least you won’t have to worry about changing your identity for a while.”

  Kevin’s head spun with the idea that one day he would have to pretend to die, then come back as his own son. His own grandson. Great-grandson. It was almost more than he could wrap his head around.

  Roman gave him an earnest look. “I take it your parents didn’t prepare you for any of this?”

  “I never knew my biological parents. I was adopted from an orphanage in Belfast when I was three years old. They didn’t know anything about my parents, either, except that they were likely killed during an IRA bombing during The Troubles. I don’t remember any of it.”

  “I see.” Roman nodded.

  They’d reached the doors. Kevin could hear the backbeat of music playing in the next room like a party was going on. “Look, Roman, I don’t know anything about this…lifestyle, underworld, whatever you want to call it. I didn’t even think there were others like me.”

  Roman touched his cheek. His touch instantly calmed the butterflies in Kevin’s stomach. “And where, exactly, did you think you came from, Golden Eyes, if not from other werewolves?”

  “Honestly, I never gave it much thought.” He shrugged, realizing how silly he sounded. “I guess maybe I thought I was cursed by a gypsy or bitten by a wolf when I was a baby. I know it all sounds stupid.”

  “You protect your heart from hope,” Roman said, reading him easily. “It’s understandable. But I promise what you find in this common room will not only answer all your questions, it will make you less alone.” He kissed Kevin on the forehead and then reached for the old fashioned latch on the double doors and flung them open.

  Kevin gasped.

  * * *

  Chapter Nine

  The common room was huge, with cathedral ceilings and skylights, and the furnishings decidedly art deco. The room was warmly paneled in walnut, with beacon lights on the walls, low brass tables, and soft, brown leather settees and lounge chairs scattered about. A warm fire brewed in the hearth, despite the summer weather, and above it loomed a huge mantel with a gigantic painting of satyrs and nymphs dancing in the forest. Murmuring trance music poured from invisible speakers in the walls, and a full balcony completely surrounded the room. Kevin could see a number of doors on the second floor leading to what he could only assume were many bedrooms.

  The room was almost too warm, but Kevin quickly discovered why. It was occupied by perhaps a dozen naked young men, some lounging on the furniture, others on the floor, some sort of half-on, half-off the furnishings, and not a few enjoying the whirlpool tub that took up almost a quarter of the space. A number lingered around the giant banquet table laden with fruits, sweets and meat. He saw a lot of different types of meat.

  Kevin scanned the occupants. He saw twosomes and threesomes and even a few foursomes going on. Roman’s pack was mostly occupied with one of two major activities: eating or fucking. All the writhing, shining, naked bodies moving together, grunting and growling, was enough to give him a hell of a hard-on.

  “Welcome to the pack,” Roman said, indicating the room. He walked Kevin around, introducing him to various members. Kevin quickly discovered that Roman had quite a ménage of men. Different races, different types, yet all were young and criminally beautiful—well-muscled, with washboard abs and well-defined pecs, youthful, chiseled faces, and professionally mussed hair. It looked like an orchard of eager, model-perfect men all made to perfection. Stepford Gay Men. Kevin almost laughed at the idea.

  Someone cut the music and the men gathered around Kevin, sniffing his hair and face. One of the pack, a handsome, tattooed guy, carefully sniffed down the front of his body. Kevin held absolutely still, worry nibbling at his insides while the guy scented his crotch. What if they found him unworthy? What if they simply disliked him?

  He felt like he was in high school again, terrified that someone would find out he was gay, or a werewolf. Afraid they would call him a freak—as silly as that sounded. After all, were they not all gay werewolves here? One of the bigger guys, a well-tanned Scandinavian with plenty of army muscle, dog tags, and a blond crew cut, sniffed his hair and said, “He smells like trouble, Roman.”

  “Kevin is a Pedigree, Fenrir,” Roman explained. And to Kevin, “A Pedigree is a werewolf who was born into the life, not bitten.”

  “Is that bad?” Kevin asked, eyeing the big, blond man watching him so intently. The tattooed guy kneeling before him nudged at the front of his jeans, making him harder than ever. He thought about backing up, but he was completely surrounded by the pack. There was no escape.

  “Not at all,” Roman said, glaring at Fenrir until he dropped his eyes. “You must forgive Fenrir’s rudeness. He’s my lieutenant, my second-in-command, and inclined to suspicion.”

  “Just doing my job, Roman,” Fenrir said in response.

  “Fenrir is jealous,” came a melodious female voice from across the room. “Roman and I are Pedigrees, as are you, Kevin, whereas Fenrir was bitten—made by us.”

  The pack parted in deference to the speaker—a slim, glamorous woman walking down a long, spiraling staircase. She was the only woman here. Her short, blonde hair framed her smooth, long face in shining ringlets, and she wore a long, fur-lined, silk robe and a satiny nightgown underneath. She walked toward them in four-inch feathered mules. Kevin immediately thought of silver screen actresses like Fay Wray that he and Hannah used to watch on TV in the afternoon when he was a kid.

  The men lowered their eyes as the woman passed. Some went down on one knee, and some even prostrated themselves before her as she moved between their ranks. Though he didn’t bow, even Roman was silent as she approached Kevin and took his hand. Her grip was like steel, and her arm was slender but well-muscled like she was used to working out. “I’m Anya. Roman’s alpha mate and queen of the pack. Roman has told me much about you, Kevin. I’m happy to finally meet you.”

  Kevin looked to Roman, confused by Anya’s statement, but Roman made no move to explain himself. “Y-yes, ma’am,” he stuttered, and Anya laughed.

  “I’m old, but I hope I don’t look that old!” She patted self-consciously at her hair.

  “No, ma’am! I mean…Miss…Mrs….”

  “Anya will do,” she said, rescuing him. “And before tonight is through, I promise all your questions will be answered.” She clapped her hands smartly and said, “Let the party continue!”

  * * *

  Chapter Ten

  The boys went back to their partying and Kevin sat on the lounge beside Roman. They watched three members of the pack making love while Roman explained the differences between a regular werewolf and a Pedigree. “Pedigrees are born by the will of Geri and Freki, the two wolf companions of the god Odin. Pedigrees are wolves turned men, and the only werewolves who can shift painlessly into their true forms.”

  “Geri and Freki?” He’d liked history and mythology in school, but he wasn’t familiar with the names.

  “In Norse mythology, they were a mated pair of giant wolves who roamed the fields with Odin, greedy to consume the corpses of great warriors who had fallen in battle. Odin, unwilling to deny them anything, let his two companions feed on them. Sometimes they even hunted great men down. But after a thousand years, the spirits of those warriors began moving within the wolves until they were finally transformed into humans. Those born of Geri and Freki’s bloodline have been werewolves ever since. Or…that’s the story, in any event.”

  “It’s gruesome, but interesting,” Kevin admitted. “So this is like some kind of curse?”

  “Only if you allow it to be,” Roman said, smirking above the rim of his cocktail glass. “So long as you do not mate with humans, you will never be truly cursed.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Have you ever been with a human, Golden Eyes?”

  “Yes, plenty,” Kevin admit
ted. His relationships had never progressed very far, though.

  “But you felt apart, yes? Like you couldn’t share your true self with your lovers.”

  Kevin squirmed uncomfortably.

  “It is the Curse of Geri and Freki. They became human on the outside but remained wolves within. You may lie with a human, but you cannot be one, and your human lover can never really know you. Even together you are alone. Alone, you will always and forever seek others of your own kind. Only those of your kind can truly know who you are.”

  Kevin thought of the intimacy he and Roman had shared, like nothing he had ever known before. He swallowed nervously, shifted in his seat. One of the pack members was straddling another lying on his back on the floor. He guided his swollen dick into his pack mate’s mouth while a third member came up behind him and gripped him at the hips so he could enter him from behind. Within moments all three of the men were growling and bucking against one another.

  It took Kevin a moment to remember what he’d been about to ask. “I can never be with a human?”

  “Not unless you enjoy living your life in a cage, which is what the ultimate outcome will be if you ever share your secret with a human.”

  “How do you know all this?”

  Roman’s face sharpened. “Because I’ve had human lovers who put me in cages.”

  Shit. “How do we…? I mean, how do I deal with something like that?”

  “Be with your own kind. Other Pedigrees. Or, barring that, make companions for yourself. Werewolf betas. They aren’t as powerful as Pedigrees, but they are fun.”

  Kevin watched the three “companions” on the floor. “How many others here are Pedigrees?”

  “Only Anya and I,” Roman said, sipping his drink. “And you, of course.”

  “So that means…”

  “Yes, all the boys here were bitten. All are betas. All are my or Anya’s get.”

  The three pack members moaned loudly as they worked each other up to climax. Kevin swallowed down the remaining wine in the glass that Roman had given him and set the glass down with shaking fingers. “What is your relationship to Anya? Are you two…married or something?”

  Roman pursed his lips. “We have a mating arrangement.” The beautiful, longhaired alpha looked him over, completely ignoring the boys roughly sexing each other at his feet. “Anya chose me as her mate because she feared I was the last Pedigree on earth—at least, until we found you. We thought I was the only one who could give her a Pedigree pup.”

  “It sounds like a marriage.”

  “We are not what the humans would call lovers, or even exclusive. It is more of a contractual agreement. I do my proper duty by Anya and she gives me free rein to take as many male companions as I like.” Roman brushed away a long lock of hair that had fallen across his face. Kevin wanted to touch it, feel its silkiness in his fingers. “Together, we built this pack as a way to satisfy both our desires. It’s worked out well for us for the past hundred years.”

  Obviously not that well, Kevin thought, seeing how there were no other Pedigree pups in the pack, though he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. “You mean, she doesn’t mind you…?” Kevin indicated the couple on the floor. The third member of the group had abandoned his lovers to creep up to Kevin and crawl between his legs.

  “Exclusivity is a human concept,” Roman explained. “We are not naturally monogamous creatures, even for wolves. Our hunger for sex and companionship is too great to be satisfied by any one person.”

  The beta werewolf was red-haired like Kevin and model-handsome with intense aquamarine eyes that shivered into yellow and back again. Kevin sat mesmerized while the werewolf urged his legs further apart and began scenting his suddenly tight crotch. The sensation made Kevin moan softly as he set his hand on the beta’s softly curling hair.

  “Jonah likes you,” Roman said, a completely unnecessary statement, seeing how Jonah had begun licking him avidly through his jeans, wetting the denim with his hot, quick tongue.

  Kevin writhed at the sensation and leaned back in his seat. He tried to tell himself this wasn’t happening, that this world couldn’t be real, wolves who were men, and men who were so fucking beautiful it was criminal, but he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all himself. It was real. It was divine. It made him feel warm and wanton and wild to sit here and have this lovely young man lapping at his cock through his pants.

  “He can smell that you’re excited…and a Pedigree,” Roman explained with a smirk. “That means you’ll likely be an alpha someday. Your scent makes the lesser werewolves want to submit and please you. Enjoy it, Golden Eyes.”

  He watched the other betas in the room, their attention riveted to him and Jonah—all except Fenrir, who sat fully clothed on the opposite side of the room, watching him. He looked less than impressed by the display.

  Jonah had gotten Kevin’s jeans open and was busily nosing under his stiff cock, licking slowly and thoroughly at his balls, his long, talented tongue caressing them. The more he licked, the stiffer Kevin became and the more he ached for release. He’d never been so horny or so easily aroused in his life. It was like the wolf inside him was as starved for sex and companionship as it was for meat.

  And why not? The wolf had been alone all its life. Now, finally, the wolf had come home. The wolf had pack.

  Jonah took each of his testes in his mouth, gently drawing them away from his body and sucking upon them before moving to his rigid cock. He lapped hungrily at the precum pouring from the firm, meaty head, then worked his mouth up and down the shaft, growling faintly at the back of his throat. The vibration of noise stiffened Kevin’s back, made him arch up and up into Jonah’s sweet mouth even as he clawed at the cushions of the settee. His fingernails easily sliced the butter-soft leather.

  Jonah smiled up at him before letting him go. “You taste good, Golden Eyes,” Jonah said, and Kevin tried to correct him, tried to explain that his name was Kevin, not Golden Eyes, but Jonah had started licking along his perineum, sucking at his asshole, and when Jonah finally pierced him with two fingers, making a delightful come-hither gesture and stroking the inside of his body, Kevin had to bite back the need to scream.

  What came out instead was a whimper, then a yelp. The others were watching him, including Roman, but he didn’t care. The need to be inside Jonah—anyone—was overwhelming, all there was in the world. When Jonah finally turned and bowed his chest to the floor, giving Kevin his ass, Kevin was barely aware of what was happening, his need to fuck someone was so great. Growling faintly himself, he ripped at his shirt and jeans and got down on the floor on all fours. He nuzzled the back of Jonah’s neck, spread his legs.

  Jonah wriggled, challenging Kevin. Kevin bit down on Jonah’s shoulder and penetrated him fast and hard, a growl lodged deep in his throat. Jonah whined submissively and lowered his head. Kevin humped his ass, enjoying the power he had over the beta. He’d always like a little rough sex, and being with another werewolf meant he didn’t have to hold back. He tried to delay his climax, to make the moment last, but the wolf wanted its due. It wanted to be off the leash tonight. Kevin let the wolf take him.

  Jonah struggled beneath him. Kevin held Jonah down and slammed his swollen, eager prick home, shivered all over, and came with a cry, shooting his load deep inside Jonah’s ass. After he pulled out, Jonah rolled over on the floor, moaning and writhing with pleasure. Kevin rubbed his soft cock against the man, smearing his scent and come all over his lower belly and genitals until Jonah whimpered and his eyes fluttered with satisfaction.

  “Never doubt that you aren’t a Pedigree,” Roman said. His voice was a low, hoarse growl, like an animal speaking. Seconds later, Kevin felt Roman’s powerfully muscled arm looping around his middle, pulling him off Jonah and back against the naked, sculpted plains of his chest and abs. Roman’s stiff cock stabbed him between the legs.

  Kevin growled, tried to throw Roman off. He wanted Jonah, wanted to fuck the beta until he couldn’t anymore, but Roma
n was stronger than he and held him easily, bending him at the waist. He nipped Kevin’s ear, whispered, “You are beautiful, Golden Eyes, but I am alpha here. Never forget that.”

  Roman bucked against him, sliding his slippery cock between Kevin’s balls. He wetted Kevin with his precum. Kevin tried to move, but he found Roman’s grip too strong to break. He struggled, but like Jonah, it was all in vain; he whimpered as he struggled against Roman’s iron hold. Roman bit the back of his neck until he stiffened and stop fighting. He liked the idea of Roman dominating him, fucking him like some submissive. It filled a primal need in him that he’d never felt before.

  Roman forced Kevin to bow submissively, his ass in the air as he presented himself. Kevin groaned as Roman slammed his cock home and started sexing him roughly, his other hand going to Kevin’s cock and balls, snagging them in an iron grip and holding off Kevin’s release while he bucked wildly inside him, taking his pleasure first. Kevin instinctively knew this was about more than sex, more than simple pleasure; Roman was dominating him, making him part of the pack, but also putting him in his place, both physically and metaphorically.

  Soon they were both grunting and sweating, grinding together. The sound of Roman’s balls slapping against Kevin’s ass echoed around the room. Roman growled out a warning as he drove himself ever deeper. Kevin lowered his head and took his fucking wordlessly and with as much dignity as he could muster.

  Roman twitched inside him and came hard, filling him. He pulled out and jetted more pearly come against Kevin’s back and ass, marking him. Only then did he let Kevin come lunging into his hands. Spent and exhausted, they collapsed together in the middle of the room. Roman kissed the wound in the back of Kevin’s neck and whispered hoarsely, “Welcome to the pack, Golden Eyes. From this day forward, you belong to us.”

  * * *

  Chapter Eleven

  The following week was little more than a hectic blur to Kevin. It was late June, and the local colleges were letting out for the summer. The Barracuda was filled to the rafters with horny young guys looking for pickups or to make trouble. Kevin broke up a fight on Monday night, then on Wednesday an irate wife showed up, looking for her husband and brandishing a gun. Kevin was able to disarm her easily enough, but one of the cops on the scene pulled some ecstasy off a co-ed, which nearly shut down the whole club. Jolene was livid the rest of the week and taking her frustrations out on any employee unwise enough to cross her.