The Alpha Pack

by D J Heart

  Sam nodded, looking down. This was bad. Even a liberal alpha would have a problem with another alpha buying his omega a drink, and Sam’s alphas were anything but liberal.

  Sam waited as his drink was made, grabbing it and rushing for the door as soon as it was in his hand.

  “So where are you headed?” the alpha who’d bought him the mocha asked, falling into step next to him.

  “I have an alpha,” Sam mumbled, looking down. It should be clear based just on his scent that he was off limits; not to mention the many, many claiming bites on his neck.

  “Werewolves,” the alpha scoffed, his tone contemptuous. “You’re human. You don’t belong with them.”

  Sam had no idea how to respond to that. He knew that some people were bigoted toward weres, but he’d never expected to encounter any.

  “What do you want?” Sam asked, stopping and turning around to face the alpha. He forced himself to be direct and forceful.

  “I don’t want anything,” The alpha smirked, holding up his hands like he was defending himself. “I just saw an omega who needed some help, and so I helped. No harm meant.”

  “Thank you. Now please leave me alone.” Sam turned around and marched forward, the mocha like an iron weight in his hand. It was so stupid, but taking it felt like a betrayal.

  He dropped it in the next trashcan he passed without taking a sip.

  “Well that was rude,” the alpha said, jogging up next to him again.

  “So is bothering me,” Sam shot back.

  The alpha grabbed his arm and swung him around, glaring down at him with his teeth bared.

  “You’re a little bitch, you know that? I should take you—"

  “Excuse me?” a nervous sounding beta said, interrupting whatever the asshole alpha had been about to say. Sam turned around and saw Sarah, the beta from earlier, looking at them with a worried expression. “Is everything okay here?” she asked, the question directed at Sam.

  She had balls, Sam thought, putting herself in the spotlight of an alpha like this.

  “Get lost, cunt,” the alpha growled. He looked furious.

  Sarah pulled herself up to her full height and glared. “Do you think your daddy can protect you if I upload a clip of you trying to bully an omega? Fat chance, asshole.”

  The alpha went red, and Sam couldn’t believe his ears. The implication that the asshole needed his father to protect him was an insult that would have sent most alphas into a killing rage.

  “Fuck you, bitch,” the asshole said, turning around and stalking off.

  “Are you okay?” Sarah asked, still hanging back. “I don’t know what Lucas was thinking.”

  “You know him?” Sam asked. He felt shaken by the encounter.

  “He’s in some of my classes. His dad donates a lot of money to the university, so he tends to get away with things that would get anyone else kicked out.”

  “What’s his deal with werewolves?” Sam asked. That seemed to have been Lucas’s problem—the fact that Sam’s scent marked him as belonging to a were.

  Sarah rolled her eyes. “He’s a Humans First member. He basically wants us to go back to the time when weres were segregated. It’s so stupid.”

  Sam had never heard of Humans First, but it sounded stupid. He nodded.

  “Thanks for helping out,” he said, wondering what would have happened if Sarah hadn’t come along. No one else who’d been passing by had intervened.

  “It was the least I could do. Are you going to be okay?”

  Sam nodded. “I was just headed back to the library. I found a book about werewolf history that was really interesting.”

  Sarah smiled. “Are you studying werewolves?”

  Sam blushed and shook his head. “No, I’m not a student. Two of my alphas are, though. I’m just hanging out while the one who has me for today is in class.”

  Sarah’s eyes went a little wide, but she didn’t comment.

  “I’m headed over to the library to get some studying done. Do you want to walk over there together?”

  Sam was relieved. He didn’t really want to be alone right now, and some company sounded good.

  “That would be nice.”

  Sarah smiled, and the two of them headed off.

  At the library, Sam found his book and brought it back to the table where Sarah had spread out. They didn’t talk—it was a quiet zone and Sarah was studying—but even just sitting there with someone he knew was nice.

  He read his book, wondering how much of it was true and what was just speculation, and before he knew it it was four pm and he had to leave.

  “I have to go,” he whispered, standing up. He took his book and held it against his chest. “Thanks for helping me out today.”

  Sarah smiled. “It was no problem. Hopefully I’ll see you around.”

  Sam nodded, feeling happy to have made a friend, and went to put his book back.

  He met Aiden at the front entrance, and the two of them headed back to the dorms.

  He didn’t tell Aiden about what had happened.

  ***

  After going out to dinner with Aiden and Logan, eating at a restaurant that Sam would bet anything was outside of the average college student’s budget, they headed back to the dorm.

  “You want to watch a movie?” Aiden asked, grabbing his laptop and sitting down on his bed with his back against the wall. He balanced the laptop on his lap and patted the tiny sliver of mattress next to him.

  “Okay,” Sam said, crawling over Aiden’s lap and into the space provided. It left him completely squished into Aiden’s body, sitting under his arm like a protective wing.

  The scent of alpha was overwhelming—clean and fresh with just a hint of musk—and Sam turned his face so that he could bury his nose in the soft material of Aiden’s shirt.

  The movie started, and Sam was a little miffed that Aiden didn’t ask his input in selecting the movie.

  Not that it mattered. Within minutes Sam was sitting there in a mellow haze, breathing in the scent of his alpha and letting it calm him. When the movie ended and Aiden took him into the bathroom so that they could brush their teeth he felt almost high.

  “Where am I supposed to sleep?” Sam asked when they got back to the room. Aiden was on the bed, spread out on his back and taking up the entire mattress. His arms were lifted up with his hands behind his head, his pits exposed.

  Sam was beginning to think that Aiden had an armpit kink. It was a little weird, but he wasn’t going to complain. He enjoyed it.

  “On top of me,” Aiden said, reaching down and patting his chest. Sam watched him dubiously. That didn’t seem very comfortable. When Sam didn’t move, Aiden shrugged. “Or you could sleep between my legs. It would be nice to have someone keeping my cock warm while I sleep.”

  Sam swallowed. While that sounded hot, it didn’t sound very practical.

  “I’m just kidding,” Aiden said, laughing. “We’re not going to sleep yet. I want you to ride my knot.”

  Sam’s brain froze. He was supposed to do the work.

  But how?

  “Any day now?” Aiden said. He thrust his hips so that his hard cock fucked into empty air. Sam watched the big cock, drool pooling in his mouth.

  Aiden was big, but nowhere near as big as Jack. It wouldn’t hurt to let the veined shaft sink into his hole…

  Sam realized he was drooling. Feeling hot and nervous, he climbed up on the bed and straddled Aiden’s waist. He reached back and pulled Aiden’s cock down, lifting his ass up and trying to make the shaft line up with his hole. After a few minutes it worked, and Sam pushed back until the whole length was seated.

  It felt amazing.

  “Come on,” Aiden said, his expression pained. “Sit up and ride it.”

  Sam licked his lips, trying to figure out how to get up, finally getting Aiden to help him up. He lifted up until just the tip of Aiden’s cock was inside of him, and then he dropped back down. Gravity made him go down fast, and the burn and stretch was
perfect.

  “I love your cock,” he mumbled, lifting up again. He could feel it in his thighs, and he knew that even just a few minutes of this and he would be sore in the morning. “Feels so good.”

  “Fuck yeah!” Aiden growled. He snapped his hips as Sam sank down, and Sam breathed in sharply.

  That felt so good.

  Sam bounced up and down on Aiden’s cock until his thighs started to tremble, at which point Aiden grabbed his hips and started thrusting up inside of him like a jackhammer.

  Aiden drilled into him like he was trying to set a record, and each thrust was angled against his prostate in a way that made Sam’s insides feel like they were electrified.

  “Aiden, I’m… fuck… I’m going to come. I’m going to…” Sam shot his load, spilling all over Aiden’s abs and chest.

  Aiden fucked him even faster, growling and grunting with effort, coming just seconds after Sam. His hips slammed up a final time, and Sam could feel the thick ropes of come shooting into his gut. Soon after Aiden’s knot started to swell, locking him inside Sam’s hole.

  “Turn around,” Aiden instructed.

  “What?” Sam didn’t understand. The next thing he knew he was being spun around, rotating on Aiden’s cock until he was facing his feet.

  The drag on his insides was delicious.

  “Needed to get you the right way before my knot inflated all the way,” Aiden explained. He pulled Sam down against his chest and moved them both over onto their sides so that they were spooning. Strong arms wrapped around him, and Sam enjoyed the feeling of being held and filled.

  Before Aiden could explain further he was asleep.

  Logan

  Logan’s alarm went off at seven, and he jumped out of bed like he’d been electrocuted.

  After listening to his brother fuck their omega twice the day before—right in front of him like he wasn’t even there—it was his turn to have Sam to himself for the day.

  “It’s my turn,” he said, punching Aiden in the arm when he didn’t immediately let go of Sam.

  “What the fuck?” Aiden mumbled, blinking up at him and still clutching Sam. “Go away.”

  “It’s my day with Sam. Let go of him.”

  Aiden stared at him, Sam blinking awake and rolling onto his back, removing his arm so that Logan could reach down and lift Sam right off the bed.

  Sam made a startled noise as Logan put him over his shoulder, but he didn’t fight or object.

  Logan carried him right to the shower. He’d been fantasizing about this ever since he heard they were getting an omega.

  “What are you…?” Sam started to ask as Logan put him down over the shower drain and stepped back, his eyes widening and his mouth snapping shut when Logan pulled out his cock.

  “I don’t need you to drink it today, but I want you to keep your face turned up and your mouth open,” Logan instructed.

  Eventually he would have Sam drinking his piss, but he was okay taking things slow. He didn’t want to overwhelm Sam on their first day.

  Sam’s eyes were wide, but looking down Logan could see that his dick was hard. Whatever he was feeling about this—and from his wide-eyed expression Logan could tell he had a lot of feelings—it wasn’t all bad.

  “Ready?” Logan asked, aiming his cock as the pressure in his bladder built. He didn’t wait for an answer.

  Pissing had never felt so good. His powerful stream blasted Sam in the face, making him rear back in surprise. Before Logan could admonish him to get back into position, he did.

  “Good boy,” Logan said. He aimed his spray on Sam’s chest, moving back up to his face and then drenching his hair.

  By the time he was done Sam was dripping with piss and Logan felt more turned on than he ever had in his life.

  “Get up,” he commanded, grabbing Sam by the arm and yanking him to his feet. He pushed him up against the wall, like a cop frisking a suspect, and started fucking him like a man possessed.

  Sam let out a grunt on the first thrust, but after that he was pushing his ass back to match Logan’s rhythm.

  “Can you…” he trailed off, and Logan wondered what he wanted.

  “What?” he grunted, fucking Sam’s ass hard.

  “Can you reach around and jerk me off?” Sam asked. He then bent his neck and shook his head. “Never mind, sorry I—"

  Logan was only too happy to reach around to Sam’s front and start jerking him off.

  He should have done this to begin with. Feeling the evidence of Sam’s arousal in his grip made Logan feel butterflies in his stomach, and when Sam’s cock spasmed and he could feel the come shooting out on the shower wall, it sent Logan right over the edge with him.

  He came hard, filling Sam up with spurt after spurt of come, his knot locking inside the tight hole.

  Leaning his elbow against the shower wall, Sam cradled to his body, Logan breathed hard.

  He’d never felt so good in his life. Sam reeked of his piss, and his knot was clutched tight.

  Best of all, Sam had a dreamy look on his face like he’d just been given the treat of a lifetime.

  “Okay?” Logan asked, still a little out of breath.

  Sam laughed, nodding his head.

  “Very okay.”

  ***

  Sam

  When Logan turned on the water and let it wash away… everything, Sam felt dazed.

  Had that really just happened? And more importantly, had he liked it?

  Closing his eyes, Sam felt the water cascade down his body. Logan gently soaped him up with his big, calloused hands; gliding over his chest and abs and reaching down between his legs, lightly brushing over his cock.

  The warm water they were standing under now was nothing like the stream of Logan’s urine. That had felt scalding. Like he was being branded and claimed in the most primitive way.

  It had felt good.

  Though Sam wasn’t at all sure he’d ever want to drink it.

  “What are you thinking?” Logan asked, speaking into his ear. His breath was hot and moist even with the steam of the shower.

  Sam blushed. “Nothing.”

  He couldn’t bring himself to say that he’d enjoyed being urinated on. It was too dirty.

  “Really?” Logan asked, rocking his hips forward. His knot pressed deeper inside Sam’s ass and he groaned with pleasure.

  “Just… this is fun,” Sam said. He leaned back and let Logan’s arms around his waist support him. “Really, really… fun.”

  Logan laughed, a quiet sort of sound, like he was really pleased with himself.

  They stayed like that in the shower for another thirty minutes, the water making their skin wrinkle as they waited for Logan’s knot to go down, and more than one person banged angrily on their door and told them to get a move on.

  Each time that happened Logan would let out a menacing growl and the banging would stop in an instant. Sam hated to admit it, but the growling turned him on. He liked that Logan could send people packing with just a deep rumble.

  When they finally broke apart, Sam’s legs were shaky and he felt wrung out and exhausted.

  “Okay, so I didn’t really bring a towel,” Logan said as he turned off the water. He looked a little embarrassed. “Or clothes, really.”

  Sam looked down at the boxers lying by the door, and then up at Logan. One of them was going to be naked on the walk back to the room.

  “You can wear them,” Logan said, walking over and picking the boxers off the floor. “I’ll just hold you in front of me and run.”

  Sam pulled on the boxers, knotting them on the side so that they’d stay up. Logan lifted him up, holding him in front of his dangling cock like a modesty shield, grinning into his neck as they burst out of the shower.

  “Dude, no one wants to see that!” Someone shouted as they ran down the hall, and Sam blushed beet red while Logan just laughed.

  “You love it!” Logan called over his shoulder as he opened the door to their room. He carried Sam inside, lowe
ring him to the floor and walking over to the dresser to get a set of towels.

  “Do you want to go back to bed?” Logan asked when they were both dry. “I’ve got to go to class, but if you want to get some rest that’s fine.”

  Sam nodded. Another few hours of sleep sounded wonderful.