by D J Heart
Logan was muttering, shifting his grip on Sam’s hips as he pressed Sam down to the mattress so that he was lying flat, never pulling out of his ass.
Sam felt like he was going up the hill on a rollercoaster. His stomach was alive with butterflies, and he couldn’t wait to go crashing off the edge.
“You want to get fucked? I’ll show you fucked,” Logan promised. He pushed his arm down under Sam’s throat, curling his arm up as he lowered himself down on Sam’s back. “When you’re with me, you pay attention!”
The words were spoken right into Sam’s ear, barked out like a drill sergeant. Logan’s breath was hot and moist, and Sam shuddered in pleasure.
“Yes, alpha,” he moaned.
Logan lifted his hips until just the head of his cock was still lodged inside Sam’s ass, and then he fucked down with as much force as he could muster.
He was like an animal. He fucked Sam like he was trying to punish him, using his cock like a battering ram against Sam’s already open hole. Sweat was dripping down on Sam’s body, and as the fucking went on, Logan’s breathing became ragged.
It was amazing.
“Love it, love it, love it,” Sam mumbled, barely able to get the words out. Logan was squeezing his throat and biting his neck, and Sam felt like he was having an out of body experience.
“You want my knot? Want my come? I’m gonna fill you up so good…”
Sam listened to Logan growling and panting into his ear, loving every second of his alpha’s rough attentions. Logan’s cock was like a jackhammer, and he could feel the knot at the base starting to enlarge as Logan got closer to coming.
He wanted to feel Logan’s knot filling him up.
“Give it to me, please,” he breathed out, Logan’s arm pressing against his Adam’s apple. “Need it…”
It was too much for the alpha on top of him. Logan snarled, snapping his hips down and burying his cock, and came. The fat knot expanded inside of Sam’s hole, and he could feel load after load of hot seed filling him up.
Logan dropped down on top of Sam’s body, releasing the chokehold on his neck and letting his chest drop down on top of Sam’s head. He was breathing hard, and Sam was completely smothered. Logan’s massive pecs dug into Sam’s cheeks, pressing him down into the mattress, and Sam’s entire world became focused on pressure. The pressure of the knot in his hole, the pressure of the body on top of him…
Logan was in heaven.
“You good?” Logan asked after a minute. He made no move to roll over onto his side or shift his weight.
“Yeah,” Sam answered. His voice was muffled, and he could feel Logan’s answering chuckle rising out of the chest above him.
“Tell me if you can’t breathe,” Logan said. He reached up and grabbed the pillow that had been tucked into the corner against the wall and moved it so that it was right over Sam’s head, making himself comfortable.
“I will,” Sam promised.
He was more than happy to just lie there and feel the weight of his alpha.
***
Logan
Logan knew that he should move, but there was something viscerally satisfying about lying on top of Sam like this. The omega’s body was completely covered by Logan’s wide chest, muscular thighs and longer legs, and there was no way Sam was comfortable.
But he was just taking it. Lying there, quiet and obedient like the perfect omega.
It made Logan’s knot throb.
When his cock started getting soft, his knot shrinking, Logan finally rolled over onto his side and pulled Sam with him.
Sam took a deep breath, his chest expanding as he filled it with air. Logan rubbed his hand over Sam’s stomach, stopping when he pushed lower toward Sam’s dick and felt something wet and sticky that could only be come.
Knowing that Sam had come too made Logan feel warm and mushy in the bottom of his stomach.
Sam’s stomach let out a loud rumble, and Logan grinned.
“Hungry?” he asked. He lifted his hand and stroked Sam’s hair out of his eyes, threading his fingers through the soft locks and brushing them back.
“Yeah,” Sam said. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
Logan felt bad. He should have told Sam to get lunch before ordering him to stay in the dorm room all day.
“Do you want to go take a shower and then get some food?” Logan kissed the top of Sam’s head, hugging his arm around his chest and holding him close. He had to remember that Sam wasn’t like Aiden or any of his other pack mates. If Logan told him to stay in his room, that’s what he had to do. There was no going out and getting food if he was hungry.
The sheer power he had over the omega him feel almost a little queasy.
“That would be great,” Sam replied. He sounded tired and content, and when Logan looked down there was a smile touching the edges of his lips.
It made him relax. He would just have to remember to be careful with Sam, and make sure that he didn’t abuse the authority he had over his young mate.
A minute later and Logan’s knot had shrunk enough that he could pull his cock out of Sam’s hole. Getting off the bed, he looked down at Sam. The omega had shifted onto his back, and was staring up at Logan with warm eyes.
The scent of sex and omega was overwhelming, and Logan reconsidered his plan to shower. He didn’t want to wash this smell away.
“You ready to go?” he asked. He pulled on his jeans and shirt, wiping his cock off with a towel from the laundry basket before tucking his cock in and buttoning up his fly.
Sam tilted his head.
“Aren’t we going to shower first?”
Logan shook his head, a rueful grin on his face.
“We can shower when we get back.”
Sam looked dubious, but he got off the bed and started getting dressed. He used the same towel Logan had used to wipe between his thighs and over his ass.
Logan couldn’t wait to take him downstairs and show him off.
***
Max
After a long day at work, Max was looking forward to a hot shower and changing into something more comfortable than his uniform, followed by nachos, beer and football.
Stripping off his jacket and unbuckling his belt, unholstering his gun and putting it in the safe in the front hallway closet, Max put his uniform pants and jacket away in the closet and walked into the bathroom. Catching sight of himself in the mirror, he frowned when he noticed a strand of grey hair nestled among the black.
He wasn’t old enough for grey hair, was he?
Giving his head a little shake, he stripped off his undershirt and briefs as he reached in and turned on the shower. He refused to obsess about something as superficial as his looks.
Stepping into the shower, Max soaped up his muscular body with practiced movements, tilting his head and letting the hard spray soothe the tense muscles in his neck.
David didn’t have grey hair, and he was older than Max by three years.
Max forced himself to stop thinking about it. He finished soaping up and rinsing off and turned off the shower.
He was sitting on the couch in a fresh pair of boxers and an old t-shirt when the phone pinged to let him know he had a new message. Running a hand through his still damp hair, putting his beer down on the coffee table, he got up and checked the phone.
The only people who ever texted him were his pack, and they never did so frivolously.
Don’t forget dinner at 8. David.
Max stared at the message and groaned. He’d completely forgotten that he was supposed to be joining his pack leader and Hunter for dinner. They were supposed to try and figure out what they were going to do about the twins and their college situation.
Logan and Aiden were deluded if they didn’t think that David knew about what they wanted to major in.
Scrolling up through the previous messages, Max groaned again when he saw where they were eating. It was one of David’s fancy restaurants—which meant Max would have to dress up in a suit
.
So much for nachos and beer on the couch. He texted David to let him know he’d be there.
Since he still had about an hour before he had to leave Max went back to the couch and finished his beer, but he didn’t enjoy it. He kept looking at his watch, the time speeding past until he had to go get dressed.
Pushing off the couch, Max dragged himself to his bedroom and got changed.
***
Dressed in a navy suit, his polished dress shoes gleaming, Max slipped on the wool coat David had gotten him for his birthday and headed out to the hallway. The collar of the coat brushed against the back of his neck, itching, and Max pushed his shoulders back to move the fabric away from his skin.
He may not always like his leather uniform, but at least it didn’t itch.
Moving out the front door to his apartment, Max was surprised to see Hunter already there waiting for the elevator.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were home,” Max said. If he’d known Hunter wasn’t going straight from the office to dinner he would have offered to ride together.
“I forgot we were heading out tonight,” Hunter said, shrugging.
“Ah, me too. David reminded you?”
Hunter nodded, a small, self-deprecating smile on his face.
The elevator pinged and the doors opened. Max and Hunter got inside and Max pushed the button for the lobby.
“You want to share a cab?” he asked.
Hunter rolled his eyes. “No, I want my own. I need my space.” His voice was sarcastic.
Max punched him in the arm, and Hunter laughed. He rubbed the spot where Max had punched him.
“Sure, let’s ride together,” he said.
They got down to the ground floor, and they hadn’t even made it out the door before the doorman had flagged down a taxi for them.
“So how do you think this is going to go?” Hunter asked when they were on their way. Max looked over at him, raising his eyebrow and inviting the younger man to elaborate.
“You can’t think that David is going to let Aiden study environmental science.”
Hunter sounded very convinced and Max shrugged.
“Depends on who he wants to work for. David has environmental scientists on the payroll. It could work.”
Hunter snorted. “Aiden is honest. He isn’t going to work for David.”
Max didn’t say anything, but he agreed. Aiden would never be willing to be David’s shill, and David would never tolerate Aiden working against him in any capacity outside the company.
“Logan might get his way,” he said. An actor wouldn’t really benefit them as a group—unless they actually made it—but Logan and Aiden had brought a lot of money with them when they joined the pack. It was more than Max would make in a whole career on the force, and so technically Logan didn’t owe it to the pack to contribute more.
He was expected to, but it wouldn’t be as bad as Max or Hunter deciding they wanted to quit their jobs and join the arts.
“Maybe. Knowing David, he’ll let Logan have his way as long as Aiden agrees to go a different direction.”
Max inclined his head, agreeing with Hunter’s sentiment without voicing it. He hoped it didn’t come to that, though. Tension within the pack hurt everyone—and not just because it was uncomfortable. The pack bonds were what kept them sane, and tension could strain those bonds to the breaking point.
When they made it to the restaurant, Max’s mood plummeted. David was waiting for them at their table, and sitting next to him was Elliot.
Max hated Jack’s brother. The man was a smug, insufferable asshole, and how David tolerated it Max would never know.
David, for all his flaws, was a decent guy. Elliot, as far as Max was concerned, was not.
“What’s he doing here?” he asked, taking a seat across from the two men. He didn’t make any effort to hide his displeasure.
David frowned, and Max had to force his lip to stay put and not lift in a silent snarl.
“I invited him,” David said. His voice was hard, and Max didn’t push it.
“I thought we were discussing…” Hunter looked between David and Max, trailing off.
“The twins? We are,” David said.
“Not with him here, we’re not.” Max put his foot down.
“Max, you’re embarrassing me,” David said. His voice was low, like there were people listening in on their conversation.
There weren’t.
Max bared his teeth in a mean grin. “And you’ve pissed me off. Now tell your little lackey to leave, or I’m heading home.”
“I’m not—”
“It’s fine,” Elliot interrupted David. “I’ll head over to your place and pay Jack a visit. We haven’t talked in ages.”
Elliot got up and clapped David on the back, walking away. Max watched him leave, suspicious.
That had been way too easy.
“That was unacceptable, Max. You—”
“This was your fuck up, David,” Max interrupted. He had joined David’s pack as the man’s second, but only because David was the one with the business acumen and the desire to lead. In a primal fight, Max would wipe the floor with David. “You know you shouldn’t have invited him tonight. This was supposed to be about pack business.”
David’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t say anything. After ten seconds of mutual glaring, Max figured he’d made his point and turned to Hunter.
“Have you seen the waiter?” he asked, looking around. “I need a fucking drink.”
“I think he thought we were busy,” Hunter said, a slight smirk curling his lip. He looked across to the where a young man was hanging back, waving him over.
“Welcome, I’m sorry I didn’t… Can I take your order? I mean, can I get you anything to drink?” The poor young beta was nervous as hell, and Max felt bad. He made an effort to smile.
“I’ll have a gin and tonic and some water,” he said. “And maybe you could tell us about the specials?”
The young man flushed, but once he started listing off the day’s menu he regained himself.
Ten minutes later everyone had ordered and gotten their drinks, and David had calmed down.
“I’m not worried about Logan,” David said, leaning back in his chair. “If things don’t work out for him with whatever he does, he can always go back to school. It’s Aiden I’m worried about. We need to convince him not to act against the best interest of the pack.”
“Would it really be so bad?” Hunter asked, not backing down when David leveraged a glare at him. “I mean, all of your operations are on foreign soil. If Aiden promises to stick to domestic issues, you won’t clash.”
David shook his head. “He knew what I did when he joined the pack. He doesn’t get to go work for the other side now. The question is, who’s going to be the one to talk to him.”
Max was almost tempted to put his finger on his nose in a show of not it. But then again, he couldn’t imagine that David would want him to be the one to have this conversation.
He turned his face and looked at Hunter, knowing that David was also looking at the young alpha.
“Why me?” Hunter asked, almost whining.
“Because you chose not to come work for the company, and Aiden looks up to you for that.”
“And if he doesn’t listen?” Hunter asked.
“Then Max can have a talk with him.”
“Me?” Max didn’t know what he could say that would change Aiden’s mind. “He doesn’t look up to me.”
“You make him nervous,” David said, waving away Max’s objection like it was nothing.
Max frowned. He wasn’t close to either of the twins, but he didn’t like the idea of them being nervous of him.
He’d never done anything that should make them nervous. Except… Max remembered the lecture he’d given Logan when he caught him smoking weed in his dorm room.
Logan had looked pretty nervous then.
“Fine, I’ll talk to him if Hunter doesn’t get through,�
�� Max agreed. “But I’m not going to intimidate him, David. That’s not how we work. At the end of the day, this is his choice.”
“It’s not. He can’t act against the pack, you—” David was angry, and Max interrupted him.
“And getting an environmental science degree isn’t acting against the pack. He’s allowed to get whatever degree he wants. All we can do is advise him.”