Rookie in the Midst [Blue Platoon 1]

by Jools Louise

  “What do you have to do?” Craig asked, whimpering now around Garnet’s cock.

  “I need to fuck you, cum in you, then we all cover you in our seed. Then I bite your neck, sharing my saliva with you, which kick-starts the bond.” Amos was already moving into position, resting on his haunches, between Craig’s sleek thighs. He parted them gently, grabbing the lube from a small shelf behind him. He slicked his cock and his fingers, and lifted Craig’s good leg over his forearm, spreading him wide.

  “You said forever?” Craig asked, panting now, his chest heaving, popping Garnet’s dick from his lips to stare at Hartland.

  “Once we all claim you, we’re mated for all time,” Garnet told him tenderly, stroking Craig’s damp face. “No do-overs. We’re already falling for you. Our wolves already know you’re a part of us.”

  “What powers will I have?” Craig wanted to know, frowning. “With you all so close, like this, the pain in my head is fading. Will I always have headaches? What about my injuries?”

  “Once you’re claimed, no one will be able to take you from us, only in death,” Hartland responded. “You will have visions, that’s obvious, but we don’t know exactly what other skills you’ll have. Perhaps science, medicine perhaps, since that’s what you’ve been trained to do. The pain, though, once we claim you, won’t be a problem. Your injuries, once I share my saliva, will begin to heal more rapidly. It’s part of the claiming.”

  “Only pain will be in your ass.” Blaze grinned. “Being fucked by four big prongs will do that to a man.”

  Craig giggled at that, nodding. “I won’t mind that,” he said, his blue eyes alight with humor. “My ass has had a bit of a dry spell lately. The sight of all this prime meat is giving me palpitations.”

  “Amen,” Finch drawled, laughing.

  “Claim me,” Craig pleaded to Amos, sincere as could be, his eyes begging Amos to do the deed. “Please, claim me. I need this as much as you do.”

  Hartland bared his fangs, his eyes changing to a golden hue, almost glowing. “Thank you,” he said in a harsh, feral growl. He fingered Craig’s hole, resting the man’s cast-clad leg on Finch’s thigh, and then probing carefully at the tight ring of muscles guarding Craig’s anus.

  “Here, baby, suck on this.” Garnet fed his cock back into Craig’s mouth, moaning as their mate began sucking eagerly, his head bobbing steadily.

  “Hold this, baby,” Finch commanded, dragging Craig’s good hand to his cock, and curled his lover’s fingers around his arousal. Craig stroked the prime piece of dick firmly, twisting lightly at the end, his thumbnail dipping into the slit, drawing out more precum.

  “Damn, this show is sexy as fuck,” Blaze said, his fangs distended as he watched his mates pleasure Craig. He turned Hartland’s head, kissing their alpha passionately, moaning as Finch fisted his cock.

  “Let me know if I hurt you, darling,” Amos said, stretching his lover carefully, tenderly, crooking two fingers inside Craig’s moist chute and nailing his prostate, driving Craig wild. A third finger found Craig’s hole, preparing him for Amos’s ten-inch python. Smearing more lube on his cock, Amos parked his dick at Craig’s loosened entrance and then slid forward inch by inch, gritting his teeth against the indescribable bliss of being within the sleek, tight tube. This was heaven, warm and silky smooth, gripping him as though it never wanted to let go. Milking him with tiny shudders, quivering muscles contracting as they adjusted to the thick length wedging its way down Craig’s willing hole.

  “Fuck, you’re huge,” Craig panted, moaning with pleasure as Amos continued to slide deeper.

  “Ten inches, baby,” Finch said, grinning wickedly. “Wait until we double-fuck you. Or fist you. That ass is made for fucking.”

  Craig whimpered at the dirty talk, shuddering violently as he tried to relax around the hard rod tracking up his ass. “I’ve never been double-fucked before,” he panted. “Will it hurt?”

  “Not the way we do it,” Blaze told him, tweaking his nipples sharply. “We’ll get you used to us individually, first. Then we’ll move on to advanced classes.”

  Craig half-giggled, half-moaned at the teasing. “You’re going to kill me through fucking.”

  “No, darling,” Hartland said, bottoming out finally, breathing hard as his balls gently slapped Craig’s juicy bubble butt. “We’ll love you like you’ve never been loved before.”

  He allowed Craig a few moments to get used to his cock and then moved with shallow strokes, sliding in and out of the beauty’s hole, then lengthening his thrusts. He closed his eyes, lost in pleasure, listening to Craig’s moans and whimpers, the slurp as the blond cutie sucked Garnet’s cock, the sounds of his mates kissing and cuddling. He wouldn’t last long inside the vise of Craig’s gorgeous ass, not with all the added stimuli.

  Powering up, Hartland felt energy well up inside him, felt the spirit of his ancestors strengthen, surrounding his pack with love. He felt a swirling mist engulf him, spreading from the inside outward, warming him as he plowed his lover’s chute over and over. He felt his balls draw up, felt his fangs distend even more.

  “I’m ready to come,” he shouted, gripping Craig’s hips with strong fingers as he slammed into his mate. Arching his back, he watched his pack fisting their cocks, saw Craig’s mouth wide open, waiting for the rain of cum that was about to fall, and lost himself in the sleek heat of Craig’s body, lashing his lover’s hole with hot seed. Blaze, Finch, and Garnet came, as well, spraying their release over Craig’s heaving body, just as Hartland lunged forward, striking hard and embedding his fangs into the sweaty curve of Craig’s slender neck.

  Craig screamed out, bucking beneath Amos as the mating barb engaged, locking them together as it thickened and attached to Craig’s inner walls. Amos felt the splash of cum painting his abs as the younger man came hard, writhing in ecstasy.

  “Amos!” Craig cried, arching his back, wrapping his good leg around Amos’s waist, clinging on as he ground against his alpha’s pelvis.

  The mist spread out even more, before a dart of pure energy lashed out, driving into Craig, right from Amos’s and then Craig’s heart, binding them together with a rope of unbreakable strength. Roaring in surprise, Amos felt the barb slowly slacken and felt Craig slump on the mattress, utterly sated. Withdrawing carefully, reluctantly, Amos stared down into Craig’s stunning features, admiring the mating mark, and the sticky cum covering his torso.

  “Mine!” he snarled possessively, seeing Craig’s dreamy smile.

  “Yours,” Craig said, and dropped into exhausted slumber.

  “Damn, he looks hot enough to eat,” Garnet said, bending to kiss Craig, then tugging Amos toward him, and kissing him, as well. “Good job, alpha,” he said huskily, the kiss deepening quickly. “You got any more juice left in that pipe?”

  Amos laughed, his cock already thickening in anticipation. “I’m the alpha for a reason, stud,” he chuckled, hauling Garnet off the bed and onto the floor, shoving him to his hands and knees roughly. Garnet cried out, his butt upturned eagerly.

  “Damn, a double feature,” Blaze said approvingly, tweaking Finch’s nipples teasingly. He grabbed a washcloth from the cubby hole and left the bed to clean Amos’s cock gently, kissing his lover passionately.

  “Need more lube?” Finch asked, his voice a low growl as he watched. Amos nodded, slapping Garnet’s taut butt hard, admiring the darker marking on Garnet’s mocha skin. The man’s cock hung thick and plump between his thighs, a black, nine-inch beauty that always had Amos drooling for a taste. Right now, though, he wanted the man’s gorgeous ass.

  Slicking his cock and fingers, he prepared Garnet swiftly, roughly, and with only a short amount of foreplay rammed home, just the way Garnet liked it. Hard and fast. Ramping up the tempo, he hammered into Garnet’s hole, taking his lover with furious passion. Snarling with lust, he felt something different in their mating, something stronger in their connection. He felt a primal need to claim Garnet again, as he had so long ago when they’d first
found each other, on a lonely training exercise, guarding an isolated structure during a snowstorm.

  Wrapping a brawny forearm around Garnet’s throat, he dragged the man up, onto his haunches, and fucked up into his lover’s clenching hole with abandon, his hips pistoning upward like jackhammers. His fangs extended again, and he sank them deep into Garnet’s thick neck, just as he erupted for the second time that evening. The mating barb once again engaged, locking him inside Garnet’s body as he lashed his mate with warm cum, at the same time fisting Garnet’s cock until he came, spurting erratically as they both roared out their triumphant finale.

  Panting, head bowed, Amos released his lover, turning the man’s head for a tender kiss, then withdrawing. Garnet collapsed to the floor, his body slick with sweat, gazing at Amos in awe. “Damn, man, that was something else.”

  Amos felt his power rising, his cock thickening for the third time. He groaned, his bond with his mates even stronger, and looked at Blaze. “Assume the position,” he ordered, seeing his mate’s eyes darken with lust. The man leapt onto the bench seat in front, one leg on the floor, half kneeling on the seat, his ass outward.

  Using the cloth, Amos wiped himself down, breathing hard, and then went in for another crack, Blaze’s crack. As before, with Garnet, he quickly prepared his mate, before driving deep into the man’s succulent ass, taking him with a force and urgency that had them both grunting with the effort. Minutes later, he reclaimed Blaze, as well, and left him cuddling beside Garnet, exhausted.

  Amos grinned as he turned to Finch, seeing the man lying back on the bed, legs in the air and his knees up around his chin, already stretched and lubed.

  “Go for it, big man,” Finch said, winking wickedly. “This ass is ready for lift-off.”

  Groaning, Amos accepted the sexy invite, slowing the ride a little, and reclaimed his commander with slow, long, steady strokes, kissing him tenderly the whole time until the final act, where he placed his mark again, with all the love he could give.

  Chapter Four

  Craig woke to blissful warmth enveloping his body in a cocoon of softness and pliant steel. He heard steady breathing, someone lightly snoring, and the stench of sex heavy in the air. Blinking, he realized that the pounding in his temple had gone, but his ass was on fire. He smiled, thinking of the captain’s huge cock slamming into it, and was glad he’d accepted the urge to be claimed, although his butt ached like fuck.

  “Hey there, sleeping beauty,” Amos said, and Craig felt warm lips slide along his neck, nuzzling him. Raspy whiskers tickled his skin, and a thickly muscled arm was wrapped around his waist. He felt…lighter, somehow, the heat trickling inside his chest and lodging in his heart, comforting him. He sighed blissfully and snuggled back into the warm body spooning against his back.

  “Hey,” he murmured, turning his head for a kiss.

  Amos immediately complied, turning Craig in his arms, sliding a thick thigh between Craig’s and kissing him with slow, languid finesse. Craig wrapped his arms around Amos’s neck and his legs around the big man’s waist, grinding urgently against his lover. Wait a minute, where were his casts? His limbs were pot free. Not a cast in sight. When did that happen?

  “You don’t need them anymore,” Amos said, sucking on Craig’s lower lip before sliding his tongue along the seam.

  Their breaths blended together, warm and moist. Craig felt Amos’s cock at his aching hole, felt the slickness of lube, and then Amos slid home, slowly and gently, easy as a knife through butter. Craig sighed, groaning a little in pleasure, even enjoying the twinge of pain as his ass accepted the monster dick again.

  “You missed dinner,” Amos said, trailing kisses down Craig’s throat and then lapping at the twin incisions from where he’d bitten Craig the night before.

  The sensation of that warm, slightly rough tongue sent darts of energy right to Craig’s groin, and he closed his eyes, undulating his hips as Amos began moving, thrusting languidly in and out of Craig’s hole, making love to him slowly, lovingly. Craig melted in his arms, sharing kiss after kiss, caressing Amos’s broad shoulders, his sleek cap of dark brown hair, and the broad artistry of his muscular physique.

  “That’s it, baby, take what you need,” Amos murmured, rolling to his back.

  Craig sat up, riding his alpha, savoring the feel of his ass filled to the hilt by ten inches of prime cock. God, he was glad he was a wolf shifter. Imagine having to go through life with only having one cock at a time. He now had four to choose from, each one thick and meaty, and full of juice. Moaning, he clutched at Amos’s chest, pinching the man’s nipples urgently as he pleasured himself, arching as he rocked back and forth.

  He felt someone move in behind him, blanketing him at the rear, and smelled Finch’s musky scent. “Hey.” He smiled, eyes still closed.

  Finch chuckled, nipping at his neck teasingly as he grabbed Craig’s cock. “Hey yourself,” he whispered. “When you’re done with our alpha, how about you let me take a turn?”

  “Lift him up,” Amos ordered, gripping Craig’s hips firmly. “We’ll tag-team if you like.”

  Craig gasped in shock as he was lifted off Amos’s cock, and Finch slid home, powering inside with a few fast strokes, before letting Amos take his turn. Between them, they blasted his ass with three hard thrusts each before swapping, repeating the process over and over. Craig bounced between them, groaning helplessly.

  “Claim him,” Amos shouted, letting Finch take over.

  Finch dragged Craig back, his hand around Craig’s throat, turning his face for a sloppy kiss. With hard, driving strokes, he fucked Craig gleefully, grunting with effort, his free hand pumping Craig’s cock steadily. With a loud cry, Finch came, sinking his fangs into Craig’s neck, just above the alpha’s mark, his mating barb locking into place as they writhed together. Screaming his pleasure, Craig came, spurting over Finch’s hand and painting Amos with his seed, gasping at the crescendo of energy rushing through him. He felt a mist surrounding him, coming from Finch, consuming him within its sultry embrace. Then an arrow of the electricity shot out, aiming straight for his heart, securing him to Finch for eternity.

  “Finch!” he whimpered, lost in the man’s kiss, his scent, and the sensations pummeling him as their bond clicked into place.

  “Fuuuuck!” Finch roared, bucking against Craig as he filled Craig with hot seed. “Craig. Honey. That was…incredible,” he breathed, subsiding slowly, the barb unlocking. He remained in place, kissing Craig languidly, gently stroking his cock.

  Amos joined in the tongue play, and they shared a sloppy three-way, with Amos scooping up Craig’s cum, offering it to his lovers as they savored the aftermath of bliss.

  Belatedly, as Craig was laid down to lie between his lovers, he realized the van was in motion. His stomach growled, and he laughed. “I forgot breakfast,” he chortled, giggling when Finch nuzzled his neck, nipping playfully. “If this keeps up, I’ll be half the man I was. Feed me, stud!”

  “You mean you can’t live off fucking alone?” Finch said, laughing as well, his cock still embedded inside Craig’s aching butt.

  “I’d love to try, but my belly says no way,” Craig retorted, giggling when Amos kissed his nose.

  “Not vegetarian are you?” Amos asked, rising from the bed, his gorgeous body taut and hard.

  “No, I’m vegan,” Craig said, deadpan.

  Amos shot him a startled look before Craig collapsed into giggles again. “Funny,” he said, but he was smiling.

  “I have a sausage that needs sucking,” Finch said seductively.

  “Already sucked sausage last night,” Craig replied airily, gasping when Finch thrust slowly, making love to his ass again.

  “Your ass loves sucking my sausage,” Finch growled, holding Craig’s neck with his fangs, and then began plowing a furrow as he fucked Craig into the mattress again, dragging him to hands and knees, then going in for the kill. It was a long time later before Craig got to eat.

  * * * *

  “Alph
a, we have company,” Blaze called tensely, waking Amos from his power nap.

  Hartland got up, leaving Finch and Craig cuddling together, still asleep. He peered out the rear window, seeing two motorbikes, their riders clad in all black, trailing them at a steady pace. On this bit of road there was plenty of room to pass, so their followers weren’t in a hurry. He eyed the logo on the biker’s helmets and scowled.

  “It’s Ruin’s gang,” he called, reaching for a hidden locker and grabbing two pistols.

  Garnet, sitting up front with Blaze, was already armed and ready, wearing his kick-ass expression, and a grim smile. “Of course it is,” he said. “The bastard must know about our beloved by now.”

  “He has spies everywhere,” Amos agreed grimly. “Did you trick this thing out with an all-terrain function, Blaze? I have the feeling we may need to go off-road soon to lose these two fuckers.”

  Blaze shot him a wicked grin. “Of course, what do you take me for? A loser?”

  “Unless you turned it into a tank, I’m not sure off-road will be the thing to do,” Garnet said, pointing at the soggy landscape, littered with deep puddles. “If we get stuck in mud, we’ll have a hell of a time getting out while being assaulted by Ruin’s crew. Those motherfuckers never could resist a fight.”

  “Good point,” Blaze said. “But I did put a few surprises into the van,” he added. “Rocket launcher, smoke screen, oh, and an air horn that’s guaranteed to scare the crap out of anyone within a ten-mile radius.”

  “Air horn?” Amos asked, staring back at the bikers again.

  “Yeah, I know, noise pollution isn’t your thing, boss.”

  Amos curled his lip, but chuckled under his breath at the sally. Blaze had some crazy ideas, but an air horn? He supposed it might come in useful…if they were ever stranded in fog at sea. He couldn’t think of what else it would come in handy for.

  “They’re making their move,” Amos said as one bike sped up, showered by spray from their van.