Awakening the Alpha

by Carolina Valdez

  “Santa Claus is here,” Blaze said.

  Logan opened his eyes. Blaze’s cock was so thick and long his foreskin had slipped back behind the moist, dark purple crown. “You, too?”

  “Me, too. Uncirc’ed.”

  He looked at Blaze’s junk. The hair at the base of his cock had been trimmed enough to allow for breathing…and also for accommodating a mouth sucking cock in all the way.

  Blaze responded to his look to explain. “Wasn’t much time for sex while I was in the navy. If I’d shaved there, it would’ve itched like hell growing out if I couldn’t keep it shaved. Could’ve given away my position if I’d needed to scratch. This worked. Still does.”

  “Works for me too. The whole package makes me drool in more places than one,” Logan said as he reached for the drawstring on his pants. With one pull, the loop came apart, and his pants slid down until they stopped, hung up on his jutting cock.

  Blaze’s smile was slow and lazy. “Oh my. You have quite a problem there. Let me help you with that.”

  Logan shivered at the touch of Blaze’s hands as he freed the pants and wrapped a warm hand around his erection. He drew in a shaky breath. “That feels so much better than stroking my arm. So very much better.”

  Blaze knelt, drew Logan’s tip into his mouth, swirled his tongue around it, and then pulled his lips back and forward over the sensitive underlip several times. When he grazed it with his teeth, desire swamped Logan. He braced his hands on Blaze’s shoulders and gave in to the quick crescendo building in his groin. His knees went weak and his entire body trembled with the need for release as waves of excitement ran amok in his body. Every nerve ending tingled, and when he’d reach the apex, he said, his voice husky, “Don’t stop unless you don’t want a mouthful. I’m on the brink.”

  In response, Blaze gripped his butt to keep him steady as he sucked him in deeper and deeper, his teeth scraping with firm gentleness. He withdrew until he was almost off, then spiraled down to the root of his cock, sucking all the way until Logan cried out and pumped hard three times as the spasms began and he emptied himself in Blaze’s mouth.

  Blaze swallowed. And released him.

  When they drew apart, he picked up the tail of his shirt from the floor and wiped Logan clean of saliva and cum.

  A wave of embarrassment rushed over Logan. Bernie always complained about the taste when they did this and would spit Logan’s spunk into a cup, then hurry to the bathroom to wash out his mouth.

  Blaze forever endeared himself to Logan when he said, “You have the sweetest cum I’ve ever tasted.”

  Logan pulled him up and hugged him long and hard. “It’s your turn, and this floor’s too hard for what I have in mind. Where’s your bed?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” Blaze wrapped an arm around Logan and led him to a bed so large, both men easily fit.

  Blaze lay down. When Logan stepped close to join him, he spoke in a voice hoarse from anticipating mind-melting sex. “Wait. Let me look at you,”

  Logan smiled and waited.

  Blaze studied the naked, light brown body standing straight and easy before him. Logan was comfortable with who and what he was. His skin was free of scars or tan marks from sunbathing wearing swim trunks. Powerful muscles pushed up to display an all-man pattern of blood vessels on his legs and arms. Tensile strength radiated from him even though he wasn’t as broad or as solid as Blaze.

  Manscaping of his pubic bush was clean but unshaven and not clipped as short as Blaze’s. The sight of his big, uncircumcised dick, so recently pleasured that it hung hooded and limp above his loose sac, increased Blaze’s hunger for the feel of this man. Blaze’s cock was so taut, it was riding up, its foreskin folded back beneath the oozing purple head, touching his belly. The highway of its full veins thrummed, begging for relief.

  “Turn around.”

  Logan’s spine was straight, slowly curving down until the thick muscle of his buns rose, and their tight cleft hid the glory hole he knew was there. He was so horny, he almost jumped out of bed and threw Logan to the ground to drive his cock into that hole. He drew in a deep breath instead. “Loosen your hair,” he said.

  Logan reached up and pulled his hair free.

  “Come here, Logan Swift Rider. Come to me.”

  Blaze smiled at the effect this had on this lover as Logan’s recently satisfied limp dick filled on the instant. His sac swung loose, brushing Blaze’s belly as he straddled him, knees on either side of his hips. He leaned down to hover over Blaze’s mouth, his long hair curtaining their faces and brushing over Blaze’s shoulders and neck.

  Blaze ran a hand through the dark, silken strands. “God, your hair feels good. Mine is wiry and wild. It will never be as soft or as long as yours. I’ve wanted to feel your hair spread across my chest, across my cock, ever since that first day in my class.”

  “In time,” Logan murmured against the pounding arteries at Blaze’s throat. “Be patient.”

  Blaze moaned with pleasure as Logan began to rock his body across Blaze’s hips. They were deep in each other’s mouths when he felt two hands cradle and press their cocks together, stroking up and down in frantic need.

  So much for Logan’s cock being satisfied.

  Blaze pulled Logan fully down to lie on him until they were chest to chest, thigh against thigh, and, with a deep sigh of satisfaction, cock to cock, and belly to belly. Logan’s heat enveloped him, and the clean scent of his body filled Blaze’s nostrils. Every thought fled except what Logan’s hands were doing as they drove them to the mountaintop.

  Reaching for Logan’s firm, beautiful butt cheeks, he anchored them together. His heels dug into the mattress as he thrust up and up to reach that simmering moment when their balls tightened and their bodies covered hands and sweaty abs with slick, gelatinous cum.

  He felt Logan’s back arch and his spasms begin. Blaze’s back melted as he reached the orgasmic release he sought, and he slid down the other side of pleasure.

  With Logan still on top, he drifted to sleep.

  He wakened when Logan untangled himself and slid off.

  They showered together, tickling and teasing until they settled in and bathed in earnest. As they toweled off, Blaze said, “Sex with you was fantastic. I think I might like to do that again sometime.”

  Logan smiled. A secret, enigmatic, Shoshone smile, Blaze thought.

  Chapter 8

  Later, Blaze pulled vanilla-bean ice cream out of the freezer and scooped it into tall glasses. Logan took two cans of Dr. Pepper from the fridge and set them out.

  They sat naked on leather-covered barstools at the counter and watched the cold Dr. Pepper fizz when they poured it over their ice cream. Using long iced tea spoons and straws, they talked as they sipped and spooned until the last drops of the floats and the carbonated drinks were gone.

  Blaze talked Logan into going out on the back deck nude, even though the night sky was lighter than usual as it moved toward the full moon only days away. He watched the play of pale light filter over the well-formed butt and thighs of the American Native standing beside him. They sat on a blanket with their legs crossed, their dicks and balls fully displayed, while they picked out the constellations. Logan shared tribal stories about the stars because they were so different from what Blaze had heard.

  Unable to keep their hands off each other, they kissed again, long and intimately.

  They came up for air, and Logan ran a finger along the scar above Blaze’s eye. “What caused this?”

  “Helmets interfere with the sites on sniper guns, and we don’t always wear them. I wasn’t wearing mine, and someone with a bad aim almost missed me, but not quite. Some damned Afghani almost ruined my day. Permanently. My team partner took him down in time to ruin his aim and save my life.”

  Logan reached for him again. “We’d never have met if he hadn’t. That would’ve ruined all my days too. I’ve waited a long time to find someone like you.”

  Blaze was so stirred, he almost growle
d when Logan’s mouth closed over his again. He caressed Logan’s tender inner thighs and smiled as Logan’s legs uncrossed and he lay back to open himself fully to Blaze, who stroked and fondled every personal part of that engaging, manly body until they were both ready.

  By the time he handed Logan a condom and a tube of lubricant, Blaze’s cock was stiff enough to penetrate and stir pleasure. Logan’s cock was so full, it stood upright against his belly, yet Logan asked, “Are you sure? I want this, but we’ve only known each other a few days.”

  Blaze understood the question. You didn’t let someone stick his dick in your hungry ass unless you trusted them, had a relationship with them. Thoughts of what he’d seen when he’d gazed into those dark eyes prompted his steady response. “I’m very sure.”

  When Logan pinched the end of the condom and unrolled it over Blaze’s tip and down, Blaze’s arousal flared. Afraid he’d go off too soon at another touch from Logan, he took the tube and lubed his sheathed cock.

  Logan drew his knees up, his breathing fast and heavy as Blaze coated his tight anus and inserted first one finger, then two as he stretched and prepared him. When Blaze couldn’t hold back any longer, he pressed the tip of his cock into the dilated opening. He paused, waiting for the muscle to relax. He advanced more, and the second muscle let him fully in

  Logan’s moans of pleasure heightened his excitement, and he pushed in deeper, pulled out, pressed in and out until he was as deep as he could go.

  Logan’s hands grabbed at the blanket, and Blaze felt him struggle to lift his hips and match Blaze’s rhythm.

  “Jerk yourself off. I’m busy here. That’s it. Match your strokes to mine. Don’t hold back. Just let it happen.”

  Happen it did. Logan cried out as he hit his peak, and Blaze drove his cock harder, faster and faster until his balls tightened and the spasms began as he spewed semen into the hot, tight pocket.

  He was suspended in time until the moment the wave of relaxation struck, and then he pulled out and lay beside his lover.

  They drifted to sleep.

  * * * *

  Deep in the woods surrounding the house, the black wolf’s keen hearing had picked up the sounds of men talking and laughing together. On silent footfalls across the thick forest loam, the alpha threaded its way closer through the trees until it spotted two men sitting naked, Indian style, on a house deck overlooking the lake.

  Still veiled by the trees, with a shift of bone, tendon, muscle, and skin, the form of a man with dirty black hair emerged out of the wolf and sat on the ground. As the sounds of sex began, he enjoyed the rising fatness of own large organ. When the rapid breathing, moans, and cries of the man with the long hair signaled he was going to climax, the watcher took his cock in his hand, rubbing and pulling as he felt tension rise in his core.

  As his stroking sent him soaring into orgasm, he remembered this was the same thrill and satisfaction he’d experienced when he’d killed the two men. That, however, had been about power, really, not sex. It was about control. He was alpha, and in that moment, he was alpha even over men.

  The men on the deck were asleep by the time he’d recovered. He walked deeper into the woods, coming out where he’d parked his battered gray truck. He started it up and headed for a run-down house near Lamar.

  * * * *

  At the sound of a truck motor coughing into a rough roar, Blaze stirred in his sleep beside Logan. He sat up, still not fully awake but aware a distant sound had pulled him out of a light post-orgasmic sleep. A truck had started up, its motor rough. He breathed in an unpleasant, lingering scent that didn’t belong in the surrounding woods. Despite feeling uneasy, nothing screamed danger at him. The night had chilled, so he kissed Logan’s shoulder and ran a hand over his butt to wake him. They went indoors and fell into bed together.

  * * * *

  In a few days, Blaze convinced Logan to give up his motel room and stay with him. They fell into a pattern that worked for them, spending as much time as possible together. Blaze would give lessons at the shooting range, while Logan worked on his sketches or practiced in the ranges with Blaze. His long gun shooting improved to the point where Blaze declared him a rifleman, the first step to becoming a sharpshooter.

  They spent their nights exploring each other’s sexual tastes, and Logan even let Blaze try anal beading on him. It took a lot of trust to let Blaze insert the beads, but the heightened sensations and orgasm they caused was powerful and deep. The process had so aroused Blaze, he hadn’t even needed to touch himself to explode when Logan had climaxed like a spouting park geyser.

  On one of their next trips into the park, Blaze pulled onto the shoulder when Logan cried, “Up ahead. Where all the cars have parked and people are taking photos?”

  Blaze’s excitement matched Logan’s when he spotted what everyone was photographing. “It’s a bull moose. See? There.”

  The heavy-bodied, deep brown animal was in a stream. A huge rack of antlers emerged from his forehead on either side like two spiked pie plates facing the heavens. Seemingly unaware of the excitement and flutter of cameras its presence had stirred up, the bull continued to drink from the stream and chomp on aquatic plants it pulled from it.

  He was such a magnificent specimen that Blaze drew his iPhone from his pocket and took several shots, while Logan set up one of the camp chairs they always carried in his car and sat to sketch, his fingers flying over the paper.

  When they were back in the car, Blaze said, “That was sheer luck. They’re loners who don’t travel in herds, so we don’t see many of them. It was only by chance we saw the young calf the first night we ate in Kaye’s.”

  “I guess this makes you my lucky talisman. What about the Lamar Valley? Would we see them there?” Logan asked.

  Blaze hesitated as his stomach tightened. If there was any place he didn’t want to be, it was that valley—especially with a full moon looming. “Maybe, but usually you think of bears, coyotes, river otters, elk, pronghorn antelope, and bighorn sheep there.” After a pause, he continued. “Oh, and bald eagles. They’re breathtaking when they spread their wings and fly. You need binoculars to see or a telephoto lens to photograph animals from the road.”

  “I’m covered on the concealed-carry license score. I haven’t seen bears and river otters yet, or wolves…providing you’re sure that was a coyote we saw when we drove in the park that first day.”

  He managed not to break into a smile. “Trust me. It was a coyote. By the way, it isn’t safe to go into the valley alone on foot. It’s best to take a guided tour and go armed and licensed.”

  With those words, the secret of his dual nature surprised him by weighing on his conscience as heavily as the world would if it were on his back.

  It wasn’t that he felt burdened by keeping secrets in general. His teammates hadn’t known about his sexual preferences or his shifting abilities in the twenty-one years he’d been in the US Navy. Since even retired SEALs were bound by oath not to reveal details about their operations, keeping secrets was ingrained. What bothered him now was hiding his werewolf from a man he respected and was growing to love. Maybe because of his Indian connection to the earth and its animals, Logan would accept the supernatural part of Blaze. Maybe he would be horrified by it.

  Looking at this man who so entranced him, he convinced himself that since his teammates hadn’t known he was gay or a shifter for over twenty years, Logan need never know he was a werewolf. He would keep that from him. Because of the pull of the forest when the moon was full, it was likely he’d have to leave Yellowstone. Living in Encinitas, near or with Logan, and away from the siren call of the woods, he would do just fine.

  Having settled this in his mind, he relaxed.

  * * * *

  On one of the days Logan was trolling for scenes in the park, Blaze ate lunch alone in Kaye’s.

  “How’s your Shoshone friend?”

  “He’s good. Out in the park today, sketching.”

  “He’s one famous man.”
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br />   “Oh? How so?”

  “I just read the Smithsonian’s holding an exhibit of his art in their National Museum of the American Indian. They bought something of his for their permanent collection. A painting of an old chieftain in his regalia.”

  Stunned, Blaze didn’t know what to say. He was keeping a secret from Logan. Now it seemed Logan had been keeping a secret about himself from Blaze. Blaze shrugged, embarrassed to have learned this from Kaye. “I’ve seen his work. He’s very gifted.”

  * * * *

  Blaze had reserved the entire outdoor range for a class on the use of long guns, so when he wakened in the predawn moonlight the next morning feeling uneasy, he linked it to the impending full moon. Or too much sex these days after years of deprivation. Thinking of which, he smiled and rose to search for Logan, whose side of the bed was empty.

  Since the rich smells of coffee, eggs, and sausage wafted through the house, he went into the kitchen before showering. Instead of finding Logan there, he found a note on the breakfast bar.

  Coffee’s hot, scrambled eggs and link sausages are in the warming oven. Going to the valley this morning in hopes of spotting a wolf. Going alone because tours were booked for several days.

  Horror shot through Blaze like a poisoned arrow. It was followed by unbearable pain slicing through his chest. A groan from deep inside racked him. “Oh, Logan, what have you done?”

  Paralyzed by fear for only minutes, his mind switched to SEAL mode, and, shutting out any other thoughts, he embraced the mission to insure Logan’s safety. First, he checked for Logan’s gun, drawing in a deep breath of relief when he saw the weapon and its ammo weren’t in the safe.

  Please, please, Logan. Don’t leave it in the car if you enter the valley.

  * * * *

  He dressed in his summer cammies, but he looked too much like a hunter, so he covered his shirt with a dark green jacket that reached his knees. It would hide the shotgun, and park rangers wouldn’t stop him unless they saw it. Stepping into his boots, he laced them up and headed for his four-wheel drive. There he tossed his unloaded Luger, shotgun, and ammo in the trunk. He couldn’t slam the lid down fast enough.