by D J Heart
Logan stroked Sam’s cheek. Touching another alpha’s omega was taboo. That Lucas had defied social conventions that way… it was disconcerting. Who knew what else he was capable of?
“Do a lot of people have problems with werewolves?” Sam asked.
“No, people like Lucas are pretty unusual. It’s been a long time since there was conflict between werewolves and humans. We also do a very good job of policing ourselves and making sure we don’t get bad press. Have you ever heard about a werewolf hurting a human?”
Sam shook his head.
“That’s because we don’t let it happen. Or at least, we don’t let it get out if it does. We also don’t shift in front of humans, or let them see us do anything out of the ordinary.”
“What about me?” Sam asked. Logan frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“Isn’t it pretty unusual for six alphas to share an omega?”
Logan licked his lips. Sam was right about that.
“That’s the exception,” he said.
Sam clasped his hands together, and Logan got the feeling he was working up the nerve to ask something.
“What?” he asked. He was curious what was on Sam’s mind.
“Can you shift into a full wolf?” Sam asked.
“I can,” Logan said, proud. “Everyone in the pack can.”
“That’s pretty unusual isn’t it?”
“Yep,” Logan said. He was more than a little proud of his pack in that regard. That they could all do a full shift—at will—was a sign of their strength.
“Can I see?” Sam blurted out.
Logan gave him a long look. Shifting outside the full moon was exhausting, and if he gave in to the request he would be in no condition to fuck Sam afterward.
“I’ll show you later,” he promised. “There are a few things I want to do first…”
Sam’s eyes widened, and before he could reply Logan had pushed up on his knees, turned around, and straddled his lap. Logan stared down at his omega with a wolf like grin. Maintaining eye contact, Logan grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head. His cock bulged against the front of his jeans, and Logan was looking at him like he was a god.
Logan loved it. He was ready to be worshiped by his omega.
***
Sam
Sam wasn’t sure how he’d gone from being curious about werewolves and their shifts to being sopping wet in his hole and mindless with lust, but it had happened fast. Logan towered over him, blocking out the rest of the room, his huge pectorals bouncing up and down like some kind of bizarre mating display.
Taking a deep breath, Sam tried to get control of his instincts. He could feel his hole clench with need for his alpha—the musky scent of the man in front of him invading his nose and making him feel crazy—and his cock was leaking pre-cum like a faucet.
“You like what you see?” Logan leered. He lifted his arms up and flexed his biceps, bringing one arm down so that the bulging muscle pressed against Sam’s face. He pushed down on Sam’s face, pressing him into the muscle.
Unable to help himself, Sam parted his lips and kissed the proffered flesh. Logan’s hand cupped the back of his head, fingertips digging into his scalp, and moved him up and down.
It was like a religious experience.
“Tell me how much you like that,” Logan ordered, sounding like he was having the time of his life. His voice was both rough and cocky, arousal making it dip into a lower register than usual.
“So much,” Sam mumbled between licks. Logan moved his face up and down, pressing his bicep into Sam’s face, rubbing it over his nose and lips. It hurt a little, his nose pressed flat, but mostly it just felt amazing.
Logan lifted him up, and Sam scrambled to get his legs under him. He was pulled up so that he was kneeling, pressed between Logan’s muscular body and the wall.
He reached out and steadied himself with a grip on Logan’s waist, and Logan jerked at the contact.
“Fuck,” Logan grunted, letting go of the back of Sam’s head. He pulled his arm back and stared down at Sam, his expression calculating. Then he grinned. “You’re just loving this, aren’t you? Fucking slutty little omega.”
He sounded smug.
Sam blinked, not quite sure how to respond. He didn’t really mind being called slutty—he felt slutty—but there was a part of him that felt like he should object.
Logan wiped off his bicep with his hand, the skin glistening with the remnants of Sam’s drool, all the while looking at Sam like he was the hottest and dirtiest thing he’d ever seen.
“You too!” Sam blurted out, a little too forcefully. What he meant to say was that Logan was just as affected as he was, but by the confused expression flitting over Logan’s face he wasn’t sure the alpha got it.
Sam didn’t care. He just wanted to get on with things.
He wanted to get fucked.
“I want…” Sam licked his lips, and reached out and cupped the bulge in Logan’s jeans. He squeezed down to show his alpha just what he wanted, the hot flesh throbbing in his hand. Logan drew a startled breath, thrusting his hips forward and pressing his cock into Sam’s grip.
Logan’s cock was hard and firm underneath the denim, and Sam massaged the massive length with firm strokes. He could feel the sharp ridge marking the junction between head and shaft, and he stroked his thumb over the area where he knew the slit would be.
When Logan finally stopped teasing him and gave him his cock, Sam wanted to run his tongue over that slit. He wanted to feel Logan shudder and grunt, and then he wanted Logan’s huge rod to fuck into his throat without mercy.
The mental image was vivid and intense, and Sam took a trembling breath. It was like fire was running through his veins, and his hole was empty.
Sam needed Logan’s cock. He needed it bad.
He started lowering himself down, but there wasn’t enough space. He tried to slide down between Logan’s legs, but Logan wasn’t having it. He grabbed Sam under the arms and pushed him back into the wall, knocking the breath out of him.
“This isn’t your show,” Logan said, reaching down to undo the top button on his jeans. His fingers were clumsy with arousal, and getting frustrated, he ripped his pants open with a grunt of effort. Pushing his jeans and underwear down, the alpha let his cock spring free.
Sam’s balls pulled up tight.
Logan’s veined length lifted up after escaping the confines of his underwear, gravity pulling it down until the head came to rest against Sam’s stomach.
The area where the huge cock rested against his skin burned.
Sam stared down at the thick shaft, a flash of want so strong he almost blacked out went coursing through him.
Logan grabbed him by the hair and pulled him forward.
Sam let out a cry of surprise, his gut clenching with delicious heat. If the past few days had taught him anything, it was that he loved being manhandled.
His face hit Logan’s chest, his cheek landing on a glistening pectoral mound. Logan still held him tight by his hair, using the grip to push him against his chest. He was being rough, and Sam wondered if he was being intentionally aggressive because he knew Sam liked it, or if this was just how he was.
He hoped for the latter.
Logan moved back, and as the space between them widened, he pushed Sam down his chest and over his abs. Sam closed his eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of the hard body against his face as he sank down to his stomach.
Shifting his grip, Logan turned Sam’s face so that his mouth and nose were pressed directly into his abs. He pushed him further down until his nose was buried in his pubic hair and his mouth was next to the root of Logan’s cock.
Sam was on his stomach, weight resting on his elbows, and Logan’s grip on his hair was merciless. The alpha’s knot pressed against his cheek, and Sam closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and enjoyed the musky smell of his alpha.
“Yeah, breathe it in, bitch. Fucking worship it,” Logan gr
owled. He pushed Sam further down, forcing him into the space between his thighs, lifting his head and bending his neck so that his nose was pressed into his taint.
He could feel Logan’s massive balls coming to rest on his forehead. His head was trapped between Logan’s massive quads, and he felt smothered, enveloped and used by his alpha.
“Come on, lick!” Logan demanded. He gave Sam’s hair a rough yank, squeezing his thighs together and pushing Sam’s head even further back.
His neck was really starting to hurt.
Pushing his tongue out, Sam started licking. Logan tasted like sweat and alpha, the familiar taste making Sam’s cock throb against the mattress. He shifted his hips and rubbed his cock into the sheets below his body.
“Fuck yeah, now eat my hole,” Logan ordered, impatient. He tried to push Sam further into his crack, but it didn’t work. Sam’s neck just wouldn’t let him stretch his head that far back.
Logan seemed to catch on to the limitations of Sam’s anatomy pretty fast, because he dropped his grip on Sam’s hair and moved back, letting Sam’s head fall down on the mattress. He then bodily shifted Sam onto his back and straddled his chest, and before Sam even had time to breathe, pushed his ass down on Sam’s face.
Surprised, Sam looked up at Logan’s muscular back, his nose and mouth buried in the alpha’s ass. Logan ground his ass down, cutting off Sam’s air while positioning his hole so that it was right over Sam’s mouth.
“Start licking,” Logan commanded, reaching down and pinching Sam’s nipples as he spoke. He spread his legs out on the bed on either side of Sam’s body, letting the majority of his weight crush Sam’s head into the thin mattress.
It was awesome.
Unable to breathe, Sam focused his energy on licking into Logan’s hole. The tight ring of muscle refused to open up for his tongue, so he licked around and over it with as much force as he could muster.
After a while he started getting lightheaded.
“Come on, don’t stop!” Logan said. He lifted up and let his weight fall down on Sam’s face to drive home the command. The action allowed Sam to draw a quick breath.
“Oh, right,” Logan laughed. He shifted his weight to his feet and stood up, turning around and placing his legs on either side of Sam’s body, balancing on the bed and towering over Sam like some kind of sex demon.
Looking up at the huge alpha standing over him, Sam was awed.
“Did you like that?” Logan asked. He pulled his jeans back up over his ass, but he didn’t button them up. His cock jutted out of his fly like it was reaching for the ceiling.
Sam nodded, and Logan grinned. He took his cock by the knot and forced it to bend down, aiming the head at Sam’s face.
“If I said I wanted you to open up and swallow my piss, would you do it?”
He gave his cock a shake as he spoke, licking his lips as he waited for Sam’s answer.
Sam nodded.
He would. He’d do pretty much anything Logan asked if it meant he got to keep feeling like this.
“Yeah?” Logan grinned, dropping down to his knees. He was still straddling Sam’s chest, looking down at him with his cock sticking out over Sam’s face. “You’d drink my piss, just like that? Just because I told you to?”
Sam took a deep breath. “Yes, alpha.”
It hadn’t been so bad when Logan peed on him in the shower. It had gotten in his mouth then, and the taste hadn’t been awful. Not to mention how good it had felt—how the humiliation and warmth had mingled with the knowledge that he was making his alpha happy until he felt like he was floating.
There had to be something wrong with him, Sam thought. Normal omegas didn’t like it when their alphas hurt and humiliated them. Normal omegas liked to be coddled and protected, not pissed on and manhandled.
“We’ll save that for later,” Logan said, interrupting Sam’s introspection. He sounded reluctant. “I don’t want to get piss all over my bed.”
Sam didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed.
“Do you think I could knot your mouth?” Logan asked, like it had just occurred to him. He pushed his thumb past Sam’s lips and dragged it from one corner of his mouth to the other.
Sam shuddered. Oral knotting was dangerous. If the knot got too big when locking behind his teeth, it could suffocate him.
That shouldn’t have been as appealing as it was.
“Well?” Logan asked. He pushed four fingers into Sam’s mouth, reaching for his throat and preventing him from answering. “Do you think you could take it?” He fucked his fingers into Sam’s mouth and grinned.
Sam tried to answer—to be a good omega—and Logan’s grin widened. He spread his fingers out like he was imitating a knot.
When he removed his fingers Sam’s jaw was sore.
“I don’t know,” he said. His voice was hoarse even though Logan hadn’t actually entered his throat.
“But you like the idea,” Logan said. It wasn’t a question. The alpha’s gaze was fixed on Sam’s cock, which was harder than ever.
Sam blushed.
“We can get creative later,” Logan said, pushing the head of his cock down and smearing pre-cum all over Sam’s face. The bulbous head was leaking steadily, and Sam stuck out his tongue to catch as much pre-cum as he could.
It tasted delicious.
Logan released his knot and his cock bounced up against his abs before coming to rest a few inches above Sam’s face.
“On your belly, Sam. I’m going to fuck that hot little hole of yours.”
Logan jumped off the bed and kicked off his boots, pushing his jeans down and stepping out of them while Sam turned over onto his stomach.
This was it. He was finally going to get fucked. Pushing his ass up, chest plastered to the mattress, Sam presented his hole.
“Oh, that’s fucking pretty,” Logan said. He reached out and pulled Sam’s cheeks apart, thumbs stroking the edges of his hole.
Sam shuddered. He could feel his rim fluttering, inviting Logan’s knot inside.
“Alpha, please… I need…” Sam couldn’t get the words out. He felt wrung out and ready to be used.
“Shush, I know what you need,” Logan said. He climbed back on the bed and got on his knees behind Sam.
Logan moved his cock into position, and Sam held his breath. He could feel the huge head pressing for entry, nudging his rim open, but when he tried to push back Logan’s hands on his hips stopped him.
“Not your show, Sam,” Logan chided, stern and growly. He lifted his hand and smacked it down on Sam’s ass.
Sam froze.
The sting was bright and loud and intense, and Sam wanted to feel it again. He let out a whine, turning his face into the mattress to silence himself.
Logan chuckled. “Greedy little cunt. You get what I give you.”
Sam took a calming breath, but it didn’t work.
Logan slammed his cock forward, but Sam was unprepared. The hard length forced him open, making him cry out. It burned, but more than that it felt good. Logan filled him up just right; stretching his rim and making him see stars.
“You like that?” Logan asked. His grip on Sam’s hips was bruising. “You like me filling up your greedy little cunt?”
“Alpha…” Sam mumbled. He reached up between his legs and started jerking himself off, and Logan didn’t stop him. “Feels so good, alpha.”
Logan pulled out and slammed his hips forward again, his grunt of effort followed by a breathless oomph from Sam.
“Take it,” he growled, repeating the action.
Sam liked Logan’s cock, he decided. And Aiden’s. They were just the right size: both could fuck into him hard, and though it hurt a little, the pain just added to the pleasure.
Not like Jack and Max, where hours of prep was required to make taking their cocks anything but excruciating.
Sam shuddered. He wondered what Max had planned for him the next day.
“Are you even paying attention?” Logan growled. He
smacked Sam’s ass hard, and Sam yelped.
He’d been paying attention to how good he was feeling, but he had to admit his mind had drifted a little.
“I am!” he lied.
“Fucking slut,” Logan growled. He sounded angry. “I’ll show you. Fucking daydreaming with my cock in your ass. I’ll show you…”