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I sat in the large open courtyard across from the union building at university. The thousands of furs scuttled past in various states of hurry, late for lectures, tutorials, prac classes, quick fuck meetings in the Ballieu Library toilets. Each on their own personal missions of haste.

Today I was taking it quietly. Very quietly. Serene even, a level of Zen achieved only by the practiced masters of Buddhist philosophy and meditation.

Being usually someone intolerant of mysticism, I said fuck that of course and took several of Megan's Valium. About five seemed to do the trick.

"Brian..."

"Ever noticed how the seagulls sort of hover at class changeover and then descend again to eat everyone's chips..."

"Brian, focus!"

"Oh, I'm focussed. Sharp. Like a knife...or a fang..."

"Brian, you were the one who wanted this youngling. You were the one who said he couldn't sit at home with me after...well...and wanted to come here..."

"Here has many advantages. We can talk, and nobody will notice amongst the thousands. And, if you try to turn all wolfy and kiss me again, I can shout and hold you off long enough for someone to help."

I looked to my left and the other figure on the bench with me. He was looking at me, but his yellow eyes weren't sparkling like I remembered. More haunted, or hunted.

Good.

"Fine Brian. Do you realise how much....how many things I have done wrong already in letting you keep your memories this long."

"I can imagine, but tell me."

"Brian, we are forbidden to do it. Any human that knows of our existence, and is not turned...we must kill."

"So fucking shoot me"

"I am serious youngling."

"I can tell. Go on then, kiss me or kill me."

"Brian, you asked for this..."

I was angry now, and didn't care who heard me shouting. Let them think I was mad. Well, madder.

"Did I? I asked to be lured into your fucking wolf cave or whatever it is? I asked you to suck me off, eat my ass, mess with my mind? Did I?"

"No my love, and I am sorry. You know you are my mate though, I can feel it. Your body knows, even if your heart and mind are catching up."

"Which is why I am here, unwiped, aware, of sound but freaked out mind, and wanting answers. You owe me that."

"Fine."

He was almost submissive. I hated how much I wanted to jump his body right then and there like this. Submissive Alex was sexy in a whole different way; I wanted to hold him and cuddle him and lick every last inch...

"You are getting hard Brian, I can smell it"

"That's another thing! How the fuck does that work?!"

"Brian, as you are now aware, I am a werewolf. We have extra acute hearing and smell, even in our human form, and we know our own mate. Were you aroused in your lecture room and I locked outside, still I would know you were in there and needing my cock to breed you."

"I'm not gay!"

"You are at least bisexual my love. And I know I am not the first to drink your seed. Though if I am not mistaken, that beautiful musk filled hole is virgin..."

"This is crazy."

"I am sorry my love, but it is what it is."

"So start from the beginning. Who are you?"

He looked about to give me another throwaway line, but took a deep breath and thought better of it. We were making progress.

"My name is...was...Alexander Pavlovich Gribov. I anglicised it into Alex Paul Grant many years ago, but that was who I was born as. I was a guardsman, in the personal lifeguard of the Empress, Catherine the First."

"You...you're from the time of Catherine the Great..."

"I was born in 1762, the same year my Empress ascended the throne."

"Well, this is the first time I've fallen for someone who is 250 years old."

"Brian, I know this is difficult..."

"Don't...just don't. Continue, I need it all."

He sighed, and turned away to watch the mass of furs wandering across the square.

"I was a young man, about your age now, and eager for excitement. The fifth son of a minor house, my prospects were grim unless I managed to excel as a guardsman, find glory in battle for the Empire, and manage to avoid getting killed."

"So what happened?"

"Dmitri. I knew he excited me from the first time I met him. My body ached, my cock drooled whenever he was near. He was reluctant, but he could not resist. I was turned, instead of eaten, and he brought me to join the pack."

I shivered at that, the calm recitation of something so outlandish to my ears. Turned instead of eaten. It reminded me of what I faced.

"What is the pack?"

"All of us belong to a pack, and in turn, all packs are part of a worldwide pack of all werewolves. It is how we keep together and protect each other. Now I am part of the Melbourne pack, under the authority of it's alpha" his teeth ground at that, "and the Melbourne pack is part of the worldwide pack."

"I thought you said you were an alpha?"

"I am. It is...not a good arrangement, but there are not enough of us here for more than one pack. For now...I let it be."

"So why are you not still in Russia? And why are you not with Dmitri?"

He looked at me again, and his eyes were troubled now. I apologised, though I really didn't feel sorry. If this was to be part of my life, I needed to know.

"We are not immortal. We can live a very very long time, but certain things will kill us. And, there are those who hunt us. It was worse, back when I was turned. A large brotherhood of Hunters, dedicated to our eradication. My Dmitri was killed by one of them. Several of us in Europe chose to leave and find other places, to throw them off the scent. Europe was always our home, but also home of the Hunters. I came to Australia, along with several of our pack, at the time of the gold rush. In the chaos of that time, it was easy for us to slip into society undetected and set ourselves up to live under the notice of others."

"And what about now?"

"There has been no sign of the Hunters for many years, that we know of. They seem to have died out, or gone underground. Part of that has been due to us. We took an oath, those of us left, to turn no more mortals. The Hunters seemed to use their ability to track those we turned to find us. It worked, and now we have a quiet life."

"Just one you spend sucking off guys to stay alive."

His smile went straight to my groin, and made my cock pulse with need.

"That is not much of a trial, with one like you. However, if I am allowed to turn you, I will no longer be able to use you for that. We will need to find others, for both of us."

"So what happens if you aren't allowed."

Silence.

"Alex?"

"I will."

"Alex, what is going on?"

"The pack alpha will give his assent. Trust me. We will mate, finally, completely, and I will turn you with a bite. It will hurt...I am sorry youngling, but it has to be. Then on the next full moon, you will have your first change, with all the pack there to help, your first night in your were-form. You will feed for the first time, and after that, it will become easier and easier to change at will."

"And if you don't get permission, you kiss me and I forget everything right?"

Silence again.

"I forget everything?"

"Yes...yes, I think so."

"You aren't filling me with confidence."

"The longer I leave it...there is a danger..."

Now I was terrified, and he placed his hand on my thigh. I reacted as if I had been burnt, and he withdrew it and sighed again.

"The alpha will agree."

"Thanks, I'm glad one of us is sure."

"You can back out now Brian. I know it is hard, I faced the same thing. Dmitri asked me, before he turned me. I wanted it, I knew that, and I loved him. I had little in my life though, not like you these days. I would probably not have lived to thirty, forty if I was lucky. It is different now, there is more to give up. You can choose not to, and I will respect that."

"What if I do want it?"

"Then I will be your mate with honour. And happier than any mortal could be, and I will make you that happy too."

He looked at me, pleading with his eyes. I wanted to dive into those eyes, even as much as they were alien. I could feel him inside me already, the need for him. My ass ached in anticipation, and my erection bulged against my zipper, painfully hard. My whole body knew I wanted it, and my heart was coming around. As was a certain fascination...

There must be something to this life. If Alex was anything to go by, you lived to the full.

"Um...hey..."

I looked up, shading my eyes against the sun so I could see the source of the voice. Tall, broad shouldered, that sweet little cowlick of deep brown hair plastered with sweat on his forehead.

"Hey...Grady!"

He broke into a smile, before sensing something slightly amiss to my side. His eyed darted downwards and opened a little wider. I hoped Alex was playing nice.

"Um...yeah..."

I looked. Alex wasn't playing nice. He looked almost feral, and I shuddered suddenly remembering the way he looked when he changed...wild eyes, flashing teeth, that big body and rampant cock...I gave another shudder, this one going all the way to my cock, which was pressing hard for escape against my jeans.

"Sorry...Grady, this is Alex, a mate from uni. Alex, this is Grady, ahhh...someone I do gym with..."

Alex had this peculiar expression on his face now, a sort of triumphant smile. I wondered if the bastard knew...

"Grady, pleased to meet you. Gym eh...and other things, I suppose..."

He reached out to take Grady's hand, and the big guy almost tried to pull away when he felt Alex's close on his. The shake was warm, strong, and apparently disconcerting, as the expression on Grady's face became a stage more worried.

"Uhh...nah, we don't have any classes together. I'm a postdoc in engineering so..."

"Not what I had in mind."

Alex stared at Grady, and I sat by the side kind of pissed off. Whatever was going on, I didn't want to be out of the loop, especially as I was the one thing they had in common. I was almost about to laugh, realising I had the last two guys to suck me off right here and staring each other down. It was almost touching, except I assumed they had no idea. Then again...

"Ahh...Brian, sorry, I didn't realise you two..."

"Please don't apologise Grady. Brian and I...well, we like to enjoy the company of...friends like you. If you know what I mean..."

"Uhh...." Grady's voice seemed to have gone up an octave, and he coughed and cleared his throat all the time staring at Alex before continuing in his normal register."Uhh...that...sounds..."

"Great!"

"The fuck?" I managed to find my voice, earning a hard warning grip on my thigh from Alex. I did not enjoy the idea of being pimped out by my werewolf boyfriend...at least, I assumed that was what I was.

"Brian, we were just discussing how much we needed others...once we celebrate your special event..."

"Ohhhhh..."

The big engineer now looked lost, his eyes darting from side to side. He backed up rapidly, as if whatever had kept him mesmerised was past and his instincts for preservation were kicking in. He had his hands up, palm out, as he slowly headed towards the safely of the union. He managed to run into a little Korean pup and sent him flying, all the while staring at the two of us. I noticed something else significant though; his cargo pants had an enormous tent in the front and a small wet patch.

"Um...Brian...are you going to be in the Gym tomorrow, I'd...er..."

"He will. And me. We will see you then Grady. Enjoy your day."

"Ahhhh...ok"

He turned and bolted. I watched his magnificent broad ass jiggling as he fast walked into the maelstrom of furs clogging the chokepoint at the doorway to the union building.

"He is one sexy piece of ass Brian. Well chosen."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"He has been playing with you, yes? Sampled the joys of your cock, if I am not mistaken. I smelt him on you when I found you in the tunnels. And I could still smell a trace of you on him. Your seed is potent Brian, I can smell the stink of it, so rich and sweet. He drank well, you must have enjoyed."

"This is insane."

"So I am right."

"Yes, he sucked me off in the gym changerooms."

"How does he look under all that superfluous clothing?"

"Tribal tattoos on his thigh, and a set of pecs that would shame a bodybuilder."

"I want him. I want his cock, I want his seed, I want his ass spread and begging for me..."

"Great, and what am I?" I knew I probably shouldn't be so possessive, but it rankled now. I was in a serious huff.

"My beautiful mate. You are the only one I love, my only true beautiful bitch. We shall savour him together, you and I. And when your time comes, we will feed on him. He smells strong, his seed will make a perfect feed for us both. We may have found our provider...one to share, if he is strong enough."

"What does that mean anyway, strong enough?"

"When one of us drinks the seed of a mortal, in our were-form, we take some of his life essence into ourselves. It drains the donor, weakening him for a time. You were as weak as a newborn pup once I fed from your cock youngling, I know you remember now."

"So what happens if we both suck him off?"

"Grady may need a longer rest. But a kiss and a cuddle from the two of us should leave him happy, if a little dazed and confused."

"And he won't remember..."

"Now who is being difficult. You want him to remember? Or you want him to forget..."

I didn't know, to be honest. I kind of liked Grady. The feel of his strong body close to mine, big hands cupping my balls as he sucked me off, the look of pure horny ecstasy as he blew me, the feel of his fat fingers deep in my hole. I wanted him to remember that whenever he saw me.

"It will be like a first time, every time. That is something believe me..."

"How long is the longest you have had the one human to feed off for?"

He looked far away, his eyes clouding.

"Nathan. Fifteen years."

"Fifteen years!"

"He was beautiful and young, then strong and powerful, then mature and sweet, but always hot like fire. My neighbour, on the goldfields then in Castlemaine when we built houses next door. And always hot...fifteen years of first times, fifteen years of watching his eyes as he fell in lust for my body, fifteen years of watching his uncertainty not quite sure why his body wanted me, and the horror when he saw who I was really just before I fed from him...his pleasure always tasted bittersweet, even though he enjoyed so much. His cries of pleasure were better even than yours sweet Brian. I watched him age and die from a distance, once I could no longer hide my lack of any sign of ageing I had to leave, and start again. I kept an eye on him though, helping him in ways he never knew. It is not an easy life my love...you can still turn back."

I reached over and kissed him on the cheek.

"What if I still think I want this?"

"Then come home with me, and we will find out."

"Meg will be back soon, and I'm not sure I want another threesome."

"I didn't mean there my love. Home for me; my lair in the tunnels."

Now I shivered, in spite of the warm sun on my head. The memories had come back, stronger every hour. The sheer powerful need I felt alongside that terror, the scent of him, the feel of him on me, taking me against my will and yet entirely to my liking. His hand stroked my thigh, and I felt my cock give a sudden surge in my jeans, shooting another spurt of precum into my already sticky boxers.

"I know you like the idea Brian. I need to see if you like the reality still."

I looked into his eyes, and they were hesitant again, that slightly lost look he had when we first sat down. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I pulled him into my arms and kissed his cheek.

"Is it safe...to kiss you?"

"If I am in this form, yes. It shouldn't be powerful enough to affect your memory. In wolf form though..."

"I will remember that big dog."

There was a sudden sound from him, a snarl, and I pulled back a little stunned. His eyes blazed, no longer uncertain. More feral again...

"Brian...don't ever..."

"Sorry."

"You will regret that...a little...in ways you might enjoy though..."

Now I was a total needy wreck as he took my hand and led me to the car. My experimental subby side was exerting its influence, and I had to scold my brain for the things it was already thinking I would like Alex to do with me. To me...in me...

"Your scent is getting stronger Brian. I hope you are thinking of me."

I just smiled and let him pull me along. I hoped 250 years had given him enough practice and patience to show a new guy the ropes...literally.

Not sure what to expect, I was surprised when we headed straight into the city and parked in a dimly lit third string carpark under a dilapidated building in the grungiest part of town. Even the heroin sellers seemed to avoid it, though judging by the smell of stale urine, plenty of homeless used the stairwell.

I followed his tall form as he headed into a stairwell, down the flights one by one until we had reached the last doorway. There was a metal hatch in the wall to the right, an old looking brick construction that seemed to pre-date the carpark.

"Way in. An old inspection hatch Brian. We are about to enter the network, and old complex of pumping stations and pipes that once fed the city before the newly constructed main works. Follow me, and if you lose sight, call my name."

The open hatchway beckoned, with Alex on the other side watching me. I saw his yellow eyes flash a little, but he didn't say anything, just waiting for me. I reached out to take his hand, and he helped me through, and suddenly I was in the dark as the hatch shut with an echoing thud. The brickwork under my feet felt slightly damp, and the air was cold and damp too, but not unpleasant. There were occasional openings in the ceiling, allowing small amounts of light in but it was still extremely dark. My eyes adjusted to it at least, and I could almost make out the outline of my companion.

"A stairwell just ahead. I will guide you down."

"How can you see?"

"I know my home Brian. But also even in this form, I can see in very low light. You will find that too when your time comes. There are many advantages to our existence. Strength, stamina, senses, healing. "

I could smell him now, above the damp and the cold. Deprived of normal sensory cues, my sense of smell was taking over, and my nostrils flared as I drank it in. My cock throbbed, responding to his signals like the clarion call of a beacon.

Your mate calls youngling...serve him well...he will need your strength.

"I will"

"Brian?" we had stopped, suddenly, and I almost fell over as I ran into the sturdy back in front of me.

"Just a voice inside me...I remember it now, I have heard it several times. From the first time we were...we were here..."

The yellow eyes blazed, not blinking. I felt him hold me then, and he pressed right up close. My body shuddered at his touch, and I felt the heat of him all down my front. A nose pressed against mine, not human, and I stared into the yellow depths of his eyes.

"If you hear it again, tell me. Ok?"

"Yes...but what does it mean?"

"Nothing...nothing at all. Now follow me."

He is lying...

"Yeah thanks I knew that."

"Brian?"

"Nothing Alex, I'm following. Just let me keep up ok?"

I heard him snort, a strange animal sound, but he continued, slowly enough that he could drag me along without me tripping and falling. We turned around corners, and as we came to a small skylight with diamond shaped glass apertures, I heard his phone buzz in his pants. We were both too occupied to notice much though, facing the difficult task of navigating in the dark. Down stairs we went, even though I almost fell, and then one ladder, before finally coming to a doorway I remembered.

"Welcome Brian...again."

We entered, and the door banged shut behind me, and the sound sent a shiver through me as I remembered my first time.

I could not feel him next to me.

"Alex..."

The sound echoed off walls, but there was no response.

"Alex?"

Suddenly a match flared in the darkness, casting a spluttering shadow against the brickwork. I saw him raise it to his face, and I caught a smile and a twinkle in his eyes. They glinted with reflections from the match, before he brought the tiny flame to a spot against one wall and suddenly a warm yellow glow burst into life. An oil lamp.

"Sorry my love. I need to make it a little homely for my guest."

Standing against the doorway, I watched as he methodically lit the candles placed all around the edge of the room, all sizes, all shapes. Three more oil lamps completed the preparations, before he turned and walked to a large shelf by his left side. A thin mattress, and some bedding for us to share, which he placed carefully on the floor before surrounding the spot in candles from the walls.

"You are a romantic Alex."

"I have had 250 years to learn. You will find that is more than enough time to learn how to treat your partner well Brian...more than well."

He looked at me, almost pleading, before his hands began to move and he undressed slowly. Boots, socks, jacket. The preliminaries, important but not revealing. Then his top, and I hissed as I caught sight of that perfect torso again. His nipples hardened as the cool air caressed them lovingly, as I wanted to, and I realised I was licking my lips at the thought of feeling them erect on my tongue. He seemed to sense it, smiling coyly and blowing me a kiss as he stared on his jeans. They dropped to the concrete, joining the pile of clothing before he kicked them away, and finally, slowly, he lowered his briefs.

I almost came seeing him naked again. Every perfect muscle stood out, from his neck to his toes. My eyes fastened on the mass of his cock, already standing proud against his belly, and as I watched it lolled a little sideways against his hip before jerking upright again. The line of curly dark hairs starting at his navel marked a pathway to haven, culminating in a thicket of curls above his cock and a light dusting that cupped his scrotum and dived into the crevice of his ass. I knew from having seen him plowing Meg that the dark curls continued the length of his crack, circling his dusky pink pucker in a halo of erotic fuzz. I wanted to bury my face there, and it made me blush scarlet. I had never even gone down on a guy, let alone rimmed one, and now I wanted to bury my face in his ass.

"Your turn."

His voice jolted me from my fascinated staring at his body, and I hurried to obey with less surety and more clumsiness than he had shown. My top landed against a wall, barely missing the candles, and I dropped my jeans and boxers hurriedly, jumping up and down on one leg as I fought to get them off my ankle before finally managing to toss them aside too. I was hard, harder than ever before. I reached down and gripped my cock, as fascinated by my own unfamiliar maleness now as I was of his. My cock seemed even larger, grown inches under the influence of my wolf, and the head throbbed and pulsed, emitting a constant drool of preseed. I touched a fingertip to the piss slit, and I almost saw stars at the incredible feeling of stimulation from just that light touch. I tasted my cum, hungrily, and heard a loud growl from across the room.

When I lifted my head, it was no longer Alex; or at least it was still Alex, but the other one. The wolf Alex, but I did not run, or try to turn away. Now I watched him, fascinated by this form as I was by the erotic perfection of his human form.

He was tall, taller than as a human, as I remembered. He was also bulkier, unlike the leaner Alex I knew. Biceps, shoulders, thighs, calves all bulged plump with muscle under the dark and silver fur. His chest heaved in the aftermath of his conversion, the thick pectorals lifting and dropping with each breath, and I stared at his abdominals as they flexed and relaxed. I could not ignore the obvious though; it shined like a lighthouse.

The massive endowment of the human had been replaced by a truly staggering mass of flesh, bright red and pulsing, slightly tapered at the tip. The length of wolf cock seemed to sprout from a black-furred flap of skin, and as I watched, he reached down to pull the flap backwards slightly, revealing a swelling bulb at the base of his cock. I stared, wondering.

"Come to me Brian, and let me feel you."

I took an unsteady step forward, then more as the hunger built inside me. I licked my lips, unconsciously, already tasting that red cock in my mouth and anticipating its sweet taste. A single pearl of precum formed at it's tip, and I heard him growl, fangs bared and shining.

"Touch it Brian...if this is what you want to feel forever..."

I knelt at his feet...paws, I corrected, seeing the splayed toes and massive claws of his footpaws. They scraped along the concrete, casually, and I imagined the damage they could do to an adversary. For now, he was only intent on getting a better grip on the floor while I worshipped his body. Something I ached to do, I realised. My alpha...mine...

Yes youngling. Show him your love.

I reached out tentatively for his cock, wrapping one hand around the thick shaft. It felt so hot, and so alive, jerking in my grip. His tail gave a great swish behind him, but otherwise he kept his reactions in check, and I continued encouraged. My palm slid up his slick length, feeling every bump and vein, and the tapering of his tip. A tip that seemed sensitive to my touch, as I found when I wrapped the palm of my hand around it and rubbed, drawing a long howl and a sudden jerk of his hips as he pushed his length harder against my hand.

Trying to gain some control, I gripped his scrotum with my other hand, though I could barely contain his fat balls in my palm. They rolled angrily in my grip, and I squeezed hard as I rubbed his cock. Another howl, this one longer and full of hunger.

"Ohhh yes youngling. Rough, like I will treat you. A bitch needs to be conquered by his alpha, and you will be...you will be..."

My hand moved on his cock, feeling it swell further, then as I slid my hand down, I found the thick mass at the base had grown into a wide blub. I looked into his eyes, questioning.

"My knot. When I mate you finally Brian, I will force that into your hole at the end, tying us together as I bite. There will be pain, more than you can bear but it will be brief. In your wolf form, you will be able to take my knot easier, and I will be filling you with it every night my beautiful bitch; your alpha knows how to treat you right."

I shuddered, stroking the impossibly thick bulb, imagining it spreading my ass. I whimpered, terrified and aroused, my cock spurting a line of clear pre onto the ground.

"I can smell your desire youngling. You want to feel it...admit it..."

His claws gripped my hair, roughly, pulling my head up to face him. I stared into his eyes, demanding and dominant. I could only nod, blushing furiously, and watch his fangs glow in the candle light as my admission made him smile a wide wolfish grin.

"Soon...when I hear back, you will have your first time with me inside you youngling."

"Why...why not before?"

"If I felt your ass around my cock Brian, I could not stop myself. I would have to turn you and mate you. You are my intended mate, my body knows it as does yours. I could not stop it."

I let out another whimper, my eyes wide as I looked at him, now staring at his cock. The tower of flesh pulsed in my grip, and I gave a long slow stroke, feeling the power in his length. I could imagine that inside me, the hunger of it's owner to take what was his. I smelt the scent; he wanted. So did I.

"Taste me Brian..."

My head bent forward almost without thinking, and I let my tongue slide out to sample. Just a soft lick on his tip, but it had its effect, and he growled and jerked his hips to rasp his length over my tongue. I tasted cum; his cum, my alpha. Sweet, so so sweet.

I opened my mouth and took his tip inside, rubbing my lips down the hot skin of his shaft just under the head. The taste filled my mouth, wolf, cum, musk.

"Yesssss....."

A long harsh hiss, but he restrained himself for now. I became bolder, letting my tongue slide down his shaft, over the urethra, and lapped at the prominent bulge of his knot. He let out a soft howl, one that became louder as I sniffed lovingly, knowing something beautiful was nearby. It was coming from his sheath; and I slid my tongue inside, between the squat bulk of his cock and the leathery skin to taste his musk.

"Ohhhhhhh Brian...."

There was a deep rumble in his chest, and I felt the claw on my hair tighten again. Suddenly he pulled me onto his cock, and I felt my head forced down, engulfing his length. I struggled, but he brought his second paw into play, guiding me roughly and deeper, and I took him, my lips spread wide, straining to cope, tight against the skin of his erection. Then I felt the knot battering my lips and I choked as I felt my throat invaded by his tip.

I tried to regain some control, squeezing his balls hard but he seemed to enjoy that, letting out a great spurt of pre to coat my throat, and ramming another inch into my maw as I fought for breath. He pulled back and I gulped in air, only to push my head down again as he bucked his hips hard and I took the first part of his knot into my mouth, my jaws aching and tongue slathered in wolf pre.

He kept up a wild facefucking, even as I felt his cock begin to throb. I became used to the feel, my own cock leaking as I responded to his arousal and the taste and scent of powerful male using me for pleasure. I tried to jack off, but he growled, pulling on my hair, and I got the message, leaving my needy cock for now as he resumed a hard rabbit thrusting into my mouth.

Then I felt the first stirrings in his balls, and in the tip of his cock, and suddenly a taste on my tongue and in the back of my throat. He let out a deep growl and I felt a great gush in my mouth and all I could taste was cum, my wolf's cum, thick and hot filling me over and over as I fought to gulp it down and failed, great lines spewing from my mouth and down my chin as his orgasm kept on going and his balls clenched in my hand.

When the last spurt was over, I pulled off his cock and sat back on my haunches. He let go of my hair, and I looked up to see his face half lidded in pleasure, tongue lolling from his muzzle, a wild look in his eyes. He was still hard, still leaking, and his tail swished in satisfaction.

"Born to be my bitch Brian...so good..."

He reached for my chin, pulling me to my feet and into his embrace. Suddenly I was being licked, his tongue lapping at my chin to taste his cum, careful not to kiss me though. His tongue travelled across my neck and I felt him tense, willing himself not to bite, then he continued down my chest, taking each nipple between his lips and suckling. I felt like my balls would burst, lightheaded and aroused. Then he turned me to face the room, and pulled me against his body.

I felt his cock in my cleft then, the thick sold mass poking into my back, the base rubbing between my cheeks and the knot spreading them obscenely wide. He humped against me, almost but not quite bringing his tip to my hole. I felt my anal lips spread at his touch, pulsing and begging to be filled.

"Ahhhhhhh"

"I'm sorry youngling. Not yet...soon, but not yet..."

"What...what if I do you?"

His caresses stopped, and he growled deep in my ear. I felt his clawed hand reach around to grip my balls and squeeze, and I almost fainted from the sudden pain.

"The bitch does not mount the alpha...your little hole belongs to me. You may lick, when I tell you. You will never fuck me, do you understand."

Another squeeze.

"Y...yes...alpha..."

"Good youngling. Oh so good...such a good bitch..."

You will take him one day youngling...when both of you are ready...and hear his howls of pleasure with your knot buried under his tail. There is no feeling like it...

"Oh God!"

"I am yours now Brian. And you are mine."

His paw suddenly turned gentle, caressing and pleasuring, cupping my sore scrotum and tickling the underside, his pads feeling my short hairs and rubbing them with glee, before he gripped my cock and pumped slowly. Then I felt his other paw, the claws scraping down my back, into the top of my cleft, rubbing between my cheeks, drawing sighs and whimpers, then delving deeper. Clawtips found my hole, already open and needy, and slid inside as I shook against his body, my anus stretched and clenching ineffectually, unable to keep him out. I did not want him out anyway.

Then an empty feeling, as he brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed.

"Your hole smells so beautiful. It will smell even better bathed in my cum, so deep you will always smell of me. Every wolf in my pack will know you are mine, and envy. They will smell my seed filling your tight hole and want to have you and know that they can't."

I gasped as the fingers returned, three now, ramming in hard and deep, spreading my tunnel wide and painfully. When Grady fingered me in the gym changeroom, it felt good, naughty, intimate. Now it felt like I was taken, used, owned, and the effect was a hundred times more erotic. As I writhed in his grasp, my cock slowly jacked and my ass harshly fingered, I felt claws touch my prostate and exploded in a shattering orgasm that painted the concrete in my seed. And still he kept on, even when my orgasm finally receded and I whimpered in his grasp.

He did not stop until I had given up three orgasms and my ass was begging for relief and my cock throbbed red and raw and my body was a rag doll of useless flesh. When I begged for mercy, he laughed and told me this was my punishment for calling a wolf 'dog', then slapped my prostate hard until I sprayed the largest and last load over my feet. Then and only then did he lay me on the bed and slide next to me, kissing my exhausted body and licking the cum from my cock and scrotum. I felt his body on mine, the silken feel of his fur, the hard bulk of muscles, and he pulled me into a spooned embrace with his erection still teasing my crevice.

"Relax..."

I had no choice really, I was that spent. He bucked his hips in a slow rhythm, and I felt his tip again, testing my crack, sliding over skin. He touched my open hole and I cried out, forcing my hips back to try and trap him, but he kept moving and I felt his tip wet with cum slide down my perineum and nudge my balls. That drew another shuddering climax from me and I convulsed as my body flooded with signals, pleasure, need, submission, sex, heat. I was in heat; such a good bitch.

Finally he gripped my shoulders and writhed and bucked and used my ass cheeks to bring himself off and I felt his hardness suddenly jerk and the flood of heat on my back and heard his growls. He rested before laying me on my front and licking down my back, eating every drop of his spunk and making me squirm and writhe in an agony of need. My ass winked, inviting.

"Ohhh I smell you..."

"Please, I need it."

"No Brian..."

"Please!"

"When it is time."

"Maybe it is time already. Maybe that message on your phone was the one. Please, check!"

He grumbled, reaching for his discarded jeans and checking for the message. I saw his eyes close partly then, narrowing into slits that burned like the candles. His fangs bared and he let out a hiss.

"I will be back. Do not move."

He stood, still in wolf form, and headed out the door, closing it with a bang. All I could do was wait, my fear building with each passing moment. I did not know how long it took, as I sat under the covers waiting for him to return.

I was about to dress and go and look for him anyway, ignoring the orders, when I heard the door open suddenly, and Alex stepped through. One look at his face told me the worst.

"The answer?"

His eyes turned to me, and I saw he had been crying.

"They would deny me. Me! I don't understand..."

"Please, Alex. What does this mean?"

"I am sorry Brian...so sorry I did this to you. I have to...I have to wipe you again, and carry on without you as my mate. Until and unless I can get a different answer."

I was angry now, and it made me yell, the sound echoing across the room and inside my head.

"So, what, am I to be another Nathan? Will you suck me off and wipe me every few weeks, another notch on your bedpost of slightly confused mortals?"

"Please, Brian..."

"Fuck you!"

"Brian!"

I came up swinging, and caught him off balance, my fist collecting his belly before he could react. I flt him take the hit and grunt, then pivot and catch my wrist before the follow up could land. Suddenly I was on the mattress, on my back, with the wolf above me. I didn't care what he did, I was too busy crying.

"Go on, take what you can animal. It's all you want. Take it!"

He was licking my neck, trying to comfort me, but it was having the opposite effect. I could feel his touch, and the hot waft of his breath on my skin, and I was hard again, my balls seething with need to fill his muzzle and be taken by him. All I felt was the ache.

My hands gripped his head, fingertips sliding through fur.

"Go on, take it!"

I used all my strength to force him down my body, though I knew it would not have worked if he hadn't wanted it to. His tongue lapped across my chest, down my belly, and he kissed the base of my cock. Then he circled the base with his tongue before lapping at my balls and licking up my urethra to the tip. I felt him rub a fang on my head, while the tip pulsed and spewed out precum like a tap.

"Take it!"

He opened wide and took me in one gulp, all the way to the hilt, my length enveloped in heat. His lips slid up my shaft until he rested just under the corona, playing with the sensitive stretched skin at the top of my shaft, the long length of retracted foreskin that always felt the best when a guy went down on me. Grady...yes, Grady. He was good, and hot, and he wasn't a fucking werewolf bound by some stupid fucking oath. He would fuck my ass, and probably let me fuck his too, none of this alpha shit.

Patience youngling...

"Fuck patience. Take it you bastard!"

He growled around my cock, but did his best to bring me off. He worked his lips over my corona and the top of my shaft, concentrating on the most sensitive parts of my cock. His tongue lapped at my tip, and he slid a paw under my balls to play with my needy ass, one clawed finger sliding inside to make me cry out in pleasure. So close...so close...

Then he deep throated me without warning and I lost it, splattering his muzzle with my seed. I didn't know where it all came from, after so many cums, but my balls always felt full with Alex, no matter how many times he made me cum. I filled his mouth, and he gulped it all down, until I lay back spent and exhausted, almost falling into unconsciousness as he moved up my body again and I was staring into his golden eyes while he held me.

"I'm sorry Brian..."

"Yeah, me fucking too..."

His lips closed on mine, and his eyes closed as he slid his tongue in to find mine for a long sensual kiss.