The Alpha Pack

by D J Heart

  “Sam?” he called out, heading toward the living room. He only made it a few steps before Sam was bounding into the hall to meet him.

  “David!” Sam said, looking relieved to see him. “You’re back.”

  David smiled, walking forward and putting his hand on Sam’s shoulder. He squeezed, pulling Sam in for a hug.

  The feeling of his omega hugging him back was amazing, and David felt his shoulders relax for the first time since Max had shared his suspicions about Elliot.

  “Jack is mad at me,” Sam said, pushing his face into David’s chest. David could feel his breath, hot and moist against his skin. He reached up and cradled the back of Sam’s head.

  “I’m sure he won’t stay mad for long. He’s had a tough time of it lately.” David pulled away, curling his arm around Sam’s neck and leading him toward the bedroom. Sam’s new clothes had arrived from the tailor, and David wanted him dressed up and ready to go in time to make their seven p.m. reservation.

  Since Jack wasn’t coming home for dinner, his plan to take Sam out and show him off was still on.

  He let go of Sam’s neck and headed toward the closet, taking the garment bag containing Sam’s new suit and carrying it back into the office.

  His mouth went dry at the sight that met him. Sam was naked, lying on the bed with his ass in the air, spreading his cheeks like he was in heat. He was looking over his shoulder, his eyes begging for David to fuck him.

  Swallowing, David couldn’t help but give his cock a squeeze through his pants. A week ago Sam had been shy and nervous, and David could hardly believe how much a week had changed him.

  He looked hungry.

  “Not that this isn’t a pretty sight,” David said, walking to the edge of the bed and licking his lips. “But what are you doing?”

  Sam rolled over, blushing as he pulled the sheet up over his lap. He looked flustered and confused.

  “Aren’t we going to… you know?”

  David licked his lips, his cock throbbing at the delicious sight in front of him. His most primal instincts were screaming at him to rip off his clothes and fuck Sam into the mattress, but David had more control than that.

  “Later,” he said, reaching out his hand and helping Sam stand up. “But first we’re going to dinner. Your new suit is ready.”

  Sam stumbled to his feet, David’s breath hitching at the sight of slick running down the inside of Sam’s thighs.

  “Why don’t you go shower while I get changed?” he said, his voice coming out a little rougher than usual. As Sam started walking toward the bathroom, he couldn’t help but let his fingers run through the boy’s hair.

  Sam stopped, a shudder running through him. David leaned down and kissed the top of his head, pushing his shoulders and sending him on his way.

  ***

  Sam

  Sam stared at David from across the table, feeling clumsy and out of place as he reached for his wineglass.

  He’d never been anywhere this fancy in his whole life.

  “You look very handsome tonight,” David complimented him, looking relaxed and dashing in his evening suit.

  If you’d told Sam a few days ago that there was such a thing as evening suits—as opposed to work suits—he would have thought you were joking. A suit was a suit, right?

  Apparently not.

  “Thank you,” he said after taking a sip of his wine. It tasted weird, and Sam forced himself not to grimace. “You do too.”

  David grinned, looking satisfied.

  “So tell me about your week,” David said, tilting his head and looking interested. “Do you like your new pack?”

  Sam nodded, a genuine smile blooming on his lips.

  “I do.” Sam folded his hands in his lap. “They’re great.”

  David looked very pleased by that statement, and Sam’s stomach got that warm, pleasant feeling he got when his alphas were happy with him.

  “Details, please. Tell me everything.”

  Sam licked his lips, unsure what to say.

  “Like what?” he asked.

  “What you did. What you thought of them. Observations you’ve made.” David leaned forward. “Things you think I should know…”

  Sam swallowed, wondering how much it was appropriate for him to say. He’d already betrayed Jack’s confidence, and he didn’t want to do something like that again.

  “Well, on Monday I went to school with Jack. That was fun. I like his friend Drew, but his other friend Payton is an asshole. Drew’s girlfriend is nice, too…”

  Sam continued talking, giving David a recap of everything he’d done with the various members of the pack. David didn’t stop him, looking interested and alert the whole time Sam spoke. When Sam mentioned the chair in Hunter’s office—and how it had been used—David’s eyebrow rose dramatically, but he didn’t say anything.

  “So that’s pretty much it,” Sam said when he was done. He hoped he had said enough. It didn’t feel like he had shared anything that his other alphas would be angry about their pack leader knowing.

  “Was there any point where you were scared, or wanted someone to stop doing something?” David cut into his food, his eyes intent as he waited for Sam to respond.

  Sam shook his head. There had been moments where he had felt overwhelmed—mostly with Max—but at no time had he felt unsafe or frightened.

  “That’s good.” David smiled, and Sam felt a flush of satisfaction. “I’m glad you’re settling in well.”

  The rest of the meal David asked Sam questions about himself, and Sam got to satisfy his curiosity about the pack. It was nice to have a conversation that didn’t revolve around sex, and by the end of the meal Sam felt like he knew David and the pack a little better.

  It was nice.

  “Are you ready to head home?” David asked when they were done with dessert. Sam swallowed, his hole getting wet and slick at the dark note of arousal in David’s voice.

  He nodded.

  ***

  Sam clutched the sheets under his body, crying out as David fucked into him.

  It felt like he was coming apart.

  David’s thrusts were forceful and angled just right, but excruciatingly slow. Every time Sam tried to push his ass up, to impale himself on David’s thick cock, David held him down and denied him.

  “Please, please, please…” he mumbled, out of breath and crazy with pleasure. He’d already shot his load three times, grinding his hips into the mattress, and his prostate felt like a live wire.

  Every touch was painfully sensitive.

  “Be good,” David mumbled, speaking into his ear. His teeth grazed Sam’s neck, scraping over his mating bite in warning. “I know you can be good for me.”

  Sam whined, pushing his face into the bed to muffle the sound when David bottomed out. He just stayed there, warming his hard length in Sam’s hole, teasing him with the promise of his knot.

  It was torture.

  “Can you come for me again?” David asked, pushing his hand down beneath Sam’s body and seeking out his cock. Sam’s breath hitched, David’s hand wrapping around his shaft and squeezing down on the sensitive length.

  “I don’t… It’s too much,” Sam moaned, gritting his teeth as David’s touch set his body on fire.

  “Come for me,” David ordered. His voice was firm, like it didn’t even occur to him that Sam would do anything but obey. “Make alpha happy.”

  David bit down on Sam’s neck, his teeth sharp and cruel, and Sam’s whole body lit up from the inside as David reaffirmed his claim.

  He didn’t even realize he was coming until he was done shooting his load.

  “Good boy,” David crooned. He lifted his hips and drove his cock back into Sam’s hole, the head of his cock sliding along Sam’s prostate and making his whole body buck and shudder. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me,” Sam replied before David had even finished speaking. “Please just fuck me, alpha.”

  “This isn’t enough?” David ask
ed, lifting his hips and holding himself up with just the tip of his cock inside Sam’s hungry hole. He sank back down, pushing back into Sam’s body like he was going in slow motion. “This isn’t doing it for you?”

  Sam shuddered, shaking his head and resisting the impulse to push his ass up for more.

  “Okay,” David said, his voice low and feral. “Is this better?”

  David snapped his hips forward, burying the rest of his cock with a brutal thrust that just about knocked the breath out of Sam’s body. Before Sam could adjust and pull air into his lungs, David dropped down so that he was lying flush on Sam’s back, and started thrusting his hips with such force that Sam saw stars.

  It was perfect.

  “Alpha, alpha, alpha,” Sam mumbled, happy and feeling wrecked. His hole burned, the stretch of David’s cock delicious and wonderful.

  “That’s my boy,” David growled, plowing Sam’s hole as hard as he could. He was grunting and breathing hard, and now when Sam lifted his ass to meet him, David didn’t object.

  The brutal fucking went on and on, and Sam could feel his cock getting ready to shoot for the fifth time since David lowered him down on the bed. His balls pulled up tight, his sore cock throbbing, David’s warm tongue on his mating bite finally pushing him over the edge.

  He came dry, his balls empty, and David came with him. The alpha let out a snarl, sounding savage and wild, his cock going balls deep and his knot expanding inside Sam’s hole.

  Finally.

  David lay still, sweat making his chest stick to Sam’s back, Sam’s head tucked under his chin and pressed into the mattress.

  “Come on,” David said after a few minutes of heavy breathing. “Let’s get comfortable.”

  Sam let David manhandle him onto his side, the alpha curling his body around his as the big spoon.

  “How was it?” David asked, stroking Sam’s belly like he was feeling for his cock. Sam could feel the torrent of come shooting out of the alpha’s cock filling him up, making him feel bloated and wonderful.

  “So good,” he said. He was exhausted, and it felt like he could sleep for a month.

  “Kinky enough for you?” David’s tone was joking, but there was a note of uncertainty there.

  Was David worried he wasn’t perverted enough for Sam’s taste?

  The thought made Sam feel both delighted and scandalized. On the one hand he was happy that David wanted to please him, but on the other hand… it was embarrassing to be so kinky.

  “Yes,” Sam breathed out. It came out sounding a lot more vehement than he’d intended, and David laughed.

  “Good.”

  Feeling happy and fucked out, David’s arm wrapped tight over his chest, Sam closed his eyes and thought about how much his life had changed in the short week since he’d first met Hunter, Jack and the rest of his alphas.

  It felt like so much longer than that.

  Feeling happy, safe and curious what the future would bring, Sam nuzzled into the arm slung down over his shoulder and drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  Epilogue

  Max

  “How did it go?” Max asked as Logan and Aiden came back down from David’s apartment. It was Sunday afternoon, and Max, Hunter and Jack had practically forced them to go talk to David about school.

  Aiden shrugged, while Logan grinned.

  “It went well,” Aiden said, sitting down on the couch perpendicular to the one Max, Hunter and Jack were sitting on.

  Logan sat down next to his brother, nodding along.

  “It did. We finally talked, and we came to an understanding.”

  Max smiled, relieved. He hated having tension within the pack. They were a unit, and they were supposed to support and help each other—not hold secrets and worry that they’d end up enemies in the business world.

  “What kind of understanding?” Hunter asked. He sounded reserved; like he didn’t quite buy that it could be that easy.

  “I promised that I would respect his business and never work against the interests of his company. He promised to trust my judgment and my commitment to the pack,” Aiden said, looking like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

  Jack grinned, looking between the twins with a happy expression. “And you?” he asked Logan.

  “I informed him that I intend to pursue acting, and I reminded him that what I do with my life is my business. He agreed and that was that.”

  Max laughed. Trust Logan to be direct when the situation called for it.

  “So what are we watching?” Aiden asked, looking toward the TV. The DVR was set to pause, the screen frozen on a commercial.

  “Just the game,” Jack said, grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl on the table. “We’re winning.”

  “You guys want to watch?” Max asked. Usually he didn’t care for sports, but when Jack had invited him to come watch with him and Hunter he’d said yes.

  He wanted to spend more time with the younger members of his pack. Get to know them better.

  “Sure,” Logan said. “I’m just going to grab a beer. Anyone else want one?”

  Everyone raised their hands, and Logan sighed. He went off in the direction of the kitchen, muttering about lazy alphas.

  “Is Sam still up with David?” Hunter asked.

  Logan nodded, grabbing a handful of chips and shoving them all into his mouth like an animal.

  “They’re looking at driving schools. Apparently the one they’d decided on before doesn’t allow omegas.”

  Max frowned. “Did they find a new one? I could always go talk to them, tell them to make an exception for Sam.”

  Logan snorted. “As much as I would love to see you pull the whole alpha cop thing on some bigot driving instructor, I don’t think Sam wants to go there anymore. Besides, I think they found a new one that said they don’t have a problem with omegas.”

  Hunter made a face. “I don’t get why he even needs to learn how to drive. We have a car service.”

  Jack looked offended. “Of course he wants to learn how to drive. And don’t give him any shit over it. This is a big deal for him.”

  Hunter held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not saying he shouldn’t,” he said. “I just don’t get the point.”

  “You don’t have to,” Jack sniffed. “He wants his license, and he’s getting it.”

  Max grinned into his beer, not saying anything. Though he partly agreed with Hunter that Sam didn’t really need a license, he got why the omega wanted one.

  Before jack could continue lecturing Hunter on why Sam needed a license, Logan returned with their beers and Max unpaused the TV and fast-forwarded through the commercials.

  By the time he hit play the DVR had caught up to the live broadcast.

  Leaning back, crossing his feet on the table next to the chips, Max took a sip of his beer and settled down to enjoy the game.

  Life was good.

  ***

  Sam

  When David had first explained to Sam how he’d have Sundays off, Sam had imagined that Sundays would be like an oasis of reprieve in a sea of too much fucking.

  They weren’t. They were boring.

  Sam liked fucking.

  “What if I sucked your cock just a little,” he suggested to David, making the alpha take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of his nose. He moved a little closer to where David was sitting and put his hand on the alpha’s thigh, leaning into him with his whole body. “Just the tip.”

  They were done signing Sam up for his driving lessons—the whole pack agreeing to sacrifice their time with him to make them happen—and now Sam just wanted to feel David’s cock on his tongue.

  “No, Sam. You know the rules. Sundays you rest.”

  Sam threw back his head and groaned.

  “But I don’t need to rest,” he said, annoyed and horny. His hole was wet with slick and his nipples longed for someone to pinch them. He slid his hand up David’s thigh, stopping just short of his bulge. “How about if everyone f
ucks me—that would be fair, wouldn’t it?” he asked hopefully.

  David took his wrist and pushed him away.

  “Sam, we don’t want to wear you out. Please don’t pressure me like this.”

  Sam stepped back, feeling bad. He didn’t want to pressure David. He just wanted the alpha to fuck him.