by Myles, Eden
The idea bothered him more and more. What did he really know about Roman? He was a good lover, but could he be trusted? He was as much a mystery as this lifestyle was.
He lay there, fretting about these things while music slowly drifted to him. He looked over at the bedside clock and saw it was nine o’clock in the evening. He was surprised to find he’d spent all day with Roman. He sighed. Anya’s party. She was putting it on for him. He guessed he was obligated to show up, even though he’d never been very big on parties.
He got up, dressed, and went down the lighted hall to the balcony that overlooked the common room far below. The party was already in full swing. A huge trestle of catered food—mostly various meat—occupied the center of the room, the hot tub was full of slick, naked male bodies writhing around, and the rest of the space was full of pack members playing video games, smoking pot, or making out on various pieces of furniture. Eighties power ballads poured out of invisible speakers.
Kevin looked over the festivities, and it occurred to him that other than manning the downstairs, and being Roman’s guard dogs, he’d never seen any of these guys holding down an actual job. “Must be nice to be rich and unemployed,” he muttered, not bitterly but with perhaps a touch more annoyance than he’d expected.
“They’re not unemployed,” Roman said, standing beside him suddenly. Kevin almost jumped at Roman’s ghostlike power to appear almost anywhere without making a sound. “They’re mine, and they work to please me. Their job is pleasure.”
Kevin looked over at his lover. “Like paid escorts.”
Roman pursed his lips. “You can see it that way, I suppose. But I like to think of it as a very specific arrangement. They please me, entertain me, and in return, I take care of their needs.”
“Escorts. Paid whores.”
Roman narrowed his eyes, and Kevin realized he was probably stepping over a line. All that fretting in bed had gotten to him, soured his mood—not to mention Fenrir’s handiwork. That still preyed on him. Who wouldn’t be testy? “If I’m in with the pack, does that mean I need to give up my day job and serve you like they do?”
“Do you like your day job?”
“Yeah,” he answered honestly. “Mostly. I’m a good bartender. I like to work.”
Roman laughed. “I think you’re the first companion I’ve had that’s ever said that.”
“What’s wrong with wanting to work and make your own way in the world?”
Roman smirked. “Absolutely nothing. But every time you open your mouth, you prove yourself a Pedigree. An alpha in the making.”
“That’s rather elitist, isn’t it?”
“That does not make it untrue.” Roman put his arm around Kevin’s waist and pulled him close. “Why not come down and mingle, instead of standing apart and philosophizing?”
The food looked good, reminding him of how long it had been since he’d eaten, and the naked men frolicking in the hot tub reminded him of other insatiable hungers, but instead of merely joining the others, Kevin headed for the wet bar and planted himself behind it. It was an open bar—Roman Le Feuvre liked his liquor like he liked his men, strong and loose—but by tending it, at least Kevin felt like he was doing something other than just living off Roman’s good graces.
Before long, the guys started bellying up, challenging him to make increasingly more difficult cocktails for them. It was fun, and he found it gave him a chance to talk to each guy, to learn something about them. They came in all types—gorgeous models, former Wall Street men, aspiring actors, writers, musicians, tattoo artists, athletes. There were black men and white men and even a few Asian and Hispanic men. They were funny and interesting, but also a little sad. They were all men who’d had big dreams before meeting Roman and becoming werewolves. Now they didn’t do anything but party and have fun all the time.
One hot, muscled, shirtless African-American guy named Rory asked for a Grasshopper, a drink he’d read about in an old novel. He said he was Jonah’s lover and his former partner in their once successful real estate firm.
“And you and Jonah gave that all up to be in Roman’s pack?” Kevin said.
Rory shrugged. “Roman has more money than we could ever make in our collective lifetimes.”
“Yeah, but…if you make it, it’s yours. This way, you’re beholden to Roman.” Kevin set the drink down in front of Rory.
Rory grinned and swallowed the Grasshopper down in one gulp. “Don’t worry, we earn our cash, believe me. Hey, this is really good, barkeep!”
Kevin grinned back. “I aim to please.”
“If that’s true, maybe you can come please us,” Rory said with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He took Kevin by the hand and led him to the edge of the hot tub, where he started to strip off the shorts he wore.
Kevin had never seen a naked black man before. He was fascinated by Rory’s sleek, sable skin and thick, purplish cock. Jonah came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Kevin’s waist, working his shirt out of his jeans and sprinkling soft, ticklish kisses along the side of his neck. Kevin moaned and closed his eyes as Jonah slid a hand inside his jeans, boldly cupping his balls and giving them a friendly squeeze.
“He coming along?” Rory chuckled in his deep baritone before descending the steps into the frothy water.
“Jesus, yes.” Jonah massaged his cock and balls until Kevin was hard and almost painfully aroused, then stripped the jeans off him.
Rory looked impressed, which made Kevin feel insanely proud. Rory himself was hung like a horse. “I want to taste him. Hold him for me.”
Kevin’s heart thudded with excitement somewhere in the vicinity of his throat. He’d never been with two guys at once before.
Jonah led him down the steps and into the hot, fragrant water. He wrapped his arms around Kevin’s waist, keeping him restrained while Rory went to his knees and licked the spongy, weeping head of Kevin’s cock. Kevin grunted, the stimulation of hands, hot water and tongue almost too much, but Jonah held him perfectly still as Rory swallowed him down an inch at a time and wrapped his canine-long tongue around his shaft. It was obvious Rory had a lot of practice; he easily swallowed Kevin down until his nose was flat against Kevin’s groin.
Kevin leaned forward so his arms were braced against the edge of the hot tub. Rory sucked hard and Kevin shuddered at the sharp, erotic sensation. Rory slid his big, soapy hand up Kevin’s ass, parted his cheeks and inserted two fingers. The sudden, sharp penetration made Kevin yelp and bite his bottom lip, his suddenly sharp canine teeth pricking his own flesh. The taste of his own blood in his mouth made him hungry, made him want more. He whimpered and writhed as Rory pumped his fingers in and out of his rectum while suckling his rod deep down his throat.
The others were watching them, Roman included, but it made no difference to Kevin. He could feel the wolf inside wanting off its leash. “Inside me,” he told Jonah in a hoarse voice that sounded more like an animal trying to speak. His fingernails were suddenly long and sharp, clicking impatiently against the ceramic tiles on the edge of the club. “I want you inside me.”
Jonah got down on his knees and started licking him up and down. He licked over Kevin’s balls and perineum and asshole. He poked his tongue inside, lapping until Kevin growled deep in his chest, bucked his hips so his cock bumped Rory’s tonsils. Rory gave a satisfied growl and the vibration stiffened Kevin’s back and made him moan with pleasure. He scraped his claws along the ceramic tile while his body fought against his orgasm, wanting this bliss to last as long as it could. Finally, Jonah hugged his hips, sought and found the proper angle, and tentatively started entering his slick, eager hole.
Kevin grunted with the heavenly sensation of being fucked front and back. It was almost like Rory and Jonah were touching each other through the wall of his body. “Harder,” he growled, and Jonah obliged and started pounding him, forcing his hips forward with each impact, which drove his cock further down Rory’s throat. Rory stroked his own hard-on, sucked and spun his tongue
around Kevin’s stiff shaft, applying just a hint of razor-sharp teeth. Kevin panted, whined, thrust between his two lovers. He could feel his orgasm slowly but steadily building again at his spine and spiraling out.
And enthusiastic Jonah came quickly, shivering and pumping his load deep inside Kevin’s body. Kevin followed immediately after, thrusting and jetting down Rory’s throat. Rory came last, drenching the front of Kevin’s body with his pearly come. Afterward, Rory and Jonah licked him clean of spend while Kevin panted and trembled at the edge of the hot tub.
“I want a go at him.”
Kevin, gasping from exhaustion, looked up, and found himself staring at a naked Fenrir looming over him like some big, blond, warrior Viking. Tribal tattoos encircled both huge biceps, and he wore military dog tags around his thick neck. His balls were huge and heavy, almost as big as Roman’s, and his cock stiff and weeping. Fenrir’s icy gaze met Kevin’s as he smirked a challenge. “Unless our new Pedigree is all done for the night, of course.”
Kevin’s first instinct was to tell Fenrir to fuck off, but he knew if he did that, Fenrir would know he’d gotten to him. Kevin smirked back. “Sure. Why not? But I want to top you.”
He expected Fenrir to back down, but Fenrir’s smirk only grew an inch. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Pedigree.”
Kevin crawled, dripping wet, from the hot tub, pulling Fenrir down to the floor with him. Before Fenrir could say anything, Kevin crawled atop him, pinning the other werewolf under his weight, their body and balls pressed tight together. Soon they were face to face. Fenrir’s silvery eyes bored into him, challenging him. He was bigger than Kevin, but, as a beta, not more powerful, at least according to Roman. Kevin wasn’t sure if he believed that and felt some of his courage wither now that they were this close.
Fenrir reached up with a meaty paw and clamped it around the side of Kevin’s neck. His muscles twitched and the power in his hand told Kevin he could easily break his neck with a single twist. Kevin expected to feel worried, but instead the thought excited him, made his balls heavy with need. Fenrir dragged him down for a hard, bruising kiss that left Kevin’s lips tingling. Kevin shivered at the inherent danger in being so close to Fenrir and kissed him in return. He kissed his lips and down his throat, over the curve of his Adam’s apple. The dog tags jingled between them as Kevin mouthed the arch in Fenrir’s throat.
“Army?” Kevin breathed between gentle bites.
“Navy Seals.”
Shit.
Fenrir’s grip on him increased, his fingers denting the side of Kevin’s neck. For a moment, Kevin couldn’t breathe. “Ride me hard, Pedigree,” he growled. “Show me what you’re made of…if anything.”
Kevin growled and inclined his head. He licked, then bit the side of Fenrir’s neck hard, harder than he ever would have another lover, but Fenrir only groaned a response, dragging the long nails of his other hand down Kevin’s back and buttocks.
The pain and pleasure mixed into a potent cocktail. Kevin forced Fenrir’s legs apart, braced himself above Fenrir’s body, and started rubbing his swollen cock against his enemy’s balls.
Fenrir grunted as Kevin’s cock slapped the inside of his thighs, splattering him with precum. “You’re big, Pedigree. Almost as big as Roman. But are you strong?”
Kevin picked up immediately on the implied insult. “Stronger than you think.” Surprisingly, he could feel the man’s cock stiffening between them with each bite. Instead of subduing Fenrir, it was arousing him further. Fenrir clutched his ass, his nails digging all the way in. The pain made Kevin mean. Almost frenzied with the need to dominate this man, Kevin started thumping Fenrir’s hole.
Fenrir laughed at his enthusiasm. “Still a pup,” he said and lifted his hips a few inches so Kevin could ram his cock home more easily. Fenrir growled deep in his chest, his whole body vibrating with satisfaction.
It only made Kevin angrier. He felt himself shift partway between man and animal. Thick, reddish fur sprouted down his arms and across his chest, his jaws lengthened into a slavering muzzle full of teeth, and his claws curved into thick black scythes that screeked across the hardwood floor. His cock and balls grew bigger and tighter still so that Fenrir grunted with pain but didn’t push him off, which was wise, since Kevin was buried to the balls inside Fenrir’s body. Kevin drooled saliva down over his enemy’s face. He snapped his teeth inches from Fenrir’s nose.
Fenrir smiled darkly, unimpressed by Kevin’s display. His fingers dug into the plush fur of Kevin’s ass, holding him tight inside his body. “Jesus, that’s sweet,” he said in a rattling growl.
Snarling, Kevin braced his hind legs against the tiles, lifted his tail high, and started pounding his ass, riding the man harder and rougher than he ever would another lover. The wolf was fierce and hungry, hard to control tonight. Fenrir had brought the worst out in him. Yet Fenrir took his fucking without complaint—with pleasure, even. He dug his claws into Kevin’s ass, whispered, “Harder, pup” in his ear.
Kevin pumped his dick in and out, his balls cracking against Fenrir’s ass like the sound of a spanking. He bit the side of Fenrir’s neck with his wolf teeth until he tasted blood, licked it, sucked at it, then shoved himself as far inside the other man’s body as he could, and came with an all-over shudder. He climax exploded within him and he spurted copious seed deep inside Fenrir’s ass, pulled out and spurted yet more seed over Fenrir’s balls and against his lower belly, flooding the man with his sticky scent, marking him as a lower rank.
If it bothered Fenrir, he didn’t show it. He lay contentedly on the floor, an arm behind his head, moaning in pleasure while Kevin dominated him.
Later, while Kevin stood over the banquet table, chewing on his third giant hunk of roasted mutton, Roman came up behind him, dressed in only a long, forest-green robe, and wrapped an arm around his waist. He nuzzled into the side of Kevin’s neck. “I take it you two have made peace?”
Kevin thought about that. “Somehow, I don’t think Fenrir sees it that way.”
“He says he did not kill that man.”
“And you believe him?”
Roman stiffened slightly. “He’s been my lieutenant and lover for years,” he growled faintly against Kevin’s throat, and Kevin could tell they were walking in dangerous territory. How much did Roman love his pack? Enough to cover all their “indiscretion,” as he put it?
“I think it’s time I went home.” Kevin shrugged loose, gathered his clothes, and headed out of the common room and into the hall that led to the door.
Kevin looked around at all the luxury surrounding him and shook his head as he worked at buttoning up his shirt. It was obvious that Roman would do nothing about Fenrir’s crime. A man was dead—not a good man, sure—but a human nonetheless, and there would be no repercussions. Fenrir—indeed, all of Roman’s companions—were no different, really, than the works of art on the walls of his home. There to be seen and admired. Owned. Protected. They were something that belonged to Roman, and he seemed no more willing to dispose of them than anything else in his house. It shouldn’t have bothered Kevin so much, but it did.
As Kevin reached for the door, Roman put his hand on Kevin’s to halt him. Kevin started; he’d never even heard Roman following him. Angry, he rounded on the man, then stopped. He looked so beautiful standing there in his open robe, naked beneath and gleaming, his cock already stiffening. The warm, musky scent of his arousal made Kevin squirm, but this time he took pains to ignore it. “Let me go, Roman.”
“You could stay with us. With me. I would take care of you. I would protect you and provide for you as I do for the others.” His hand tightened marginally around Kevin’s wrist, then he brought his lover’s hand forward under the robe so Kevin was touching the pulsing hardness of Roman’s ready cock. “You would want for nothing.”
“Like the others.” Kevin shook his head. “I have a life, Roman. I have my sister to look after.”
“A human life,” Roman scoffed. “A life that won’t la
st. A life wasted.”
“Maybe. But it’s mine to waste.”
“You are not human, Kevin,” Roman said in a soft but vibrating voice. “You’re a wolf that has been made a man. Not the other way around. You don’t belong with them.”
“I’m not sure I belong here, either.”
Roman let him go, then, with a flare of desire burning in his eyes, pushed him back against the wall by the door and started kissing him, sweetly and tenderly. Kevin started resisting him, but Roman pinned both his wrists to the wall. He rubbed his stiff dick against the front of Kevin’s jeans, wetting them. Roman’s wolf called to him and the temptation was simply too great. Kevin opened his mouth to Roman’s kiss and soon they were biting at each other’s open mouths, tongue-wrestling and moaning and growling. Roman released Kevin long enough to reach for his jeans and undo them. He pushed them down just far enough to find his way inside Kevin’s body, gripping Kevin’s ass and lifting him enough to impale him on his ready cock.
Kevin was still wet from his rutting with Jonah. He sighed as he took the whole girth of Roman’s magnificent cock at once. Roman started moving, humping him against the wall in a series of hard, upward thrusts that scratched his back against the wainscoting. Roman panted with each impact, the smell of the wolf strong on him. Their eyes locked and Kevin saw the lust there…and the love.
Roman loved him. He saw that clearly.
Their rutting was short, sweet and harsh. Roman came quickly, shuddering to climax deep in Kevin’s body, flooding him with heat and seed and desire. He let him down, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, kissed him hard. “I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you, Golden Eyes,” Roman panted against his mouth. “Stay with me. Let me love you.”
Kevin gasped, rubbed himself against the front of his lover. “Oh god, Roman.”