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Ferris.
Mate, my wolf purrs. Such a pretty wolf.
How is this possible?
Ferris’s wolf snarls, revealing his deadly, bloody teeth. The hair on his neck and back stands on end and his ears flatten on his head. His body is screaming, fuck off. The air becomes thick with his dark, citrusy tea scent soaked in dominance pheromones. He snarls, moving to stand wide over his kill. He’s claiming the deer as solely his own, uninterested in sharing with his Alpha.
A challenge, plain as day.
My wolf growls low in his throat as excitement and barely-leashed lust pumps through our body and out of our scent glands. Our pheromones deepen with challenge, showing our mate how strong, capable, and dominant we are.
Ferris’s wolf lowers his head but doesn’t stop snarling and doesn’t break eye contact. In response, my wolf walks closer, head held high, and eyes locked with Ferris. He lunges forward, snapping his teeth while trying to subdue us with his pheromones. He doesn’t lower his eyes in submission. When we don’t engage, he lunges again, getting closer to actually nipping us. His wolf is ignoring hierarchical norms, instead intent on starting a fight despite us being pack.
It occurs to me that Ferris’s wolf has been body-bound for his entire life, lying dormant while his human suffered. I still don’t understand how his wolf has emerged after all this time without killing Ferris, but an alpha wolf caged for that long? He’s probably itching to release all that pent-up anger and frustration at not being able to protect Ferris. He’s strong too, with pheromones so potent they nearly rival my own wolf’s.
We can give him what he needs, my wolf says.
Ferris’s wolf must sense our willingness to engage, because the next time he lunges, he crashes into us, and we go rolling across the ground in a tumble of fur and fangs. He tries to pin my wolf, mouth open and ready to grip my throat, but my wolf pushes him off with his back legs and springs up to pin Ferris’s wolf to the ground instead.
Ferris wiggles and fights, teeth snarling and biting at our face and legs as our paws hold him down. Under my wolf’s feet, I can feel how powerful his wolf is, how he’s nearly as big as my own. We don’t bite back, don’t retaliate. Instead, my wolf just holds him down, pins him with our stare, and bathes him in our scent and pheromones.
Ferris growls and yips, trying to kick us off while attempting to twist out from under us, but when he does that, he leaves his neck exposed, and my wolf dives forward to grip it firmly in our teeth. All the fight drains from Ferris’s wolfish body as he goes limp in our mouth, and my wolf’s scent changes from challenging to soothing as a purr rumbles deep in our chest.
Fur gives to skin, and in a blink, my naked body is on top of Ferris’s while my teeth pin him down in the dirt by his throat. My legs straddle his slim hips, and I am rock hard. He whimpers, wiggling under me, and I can feel how turned on he is too. Fuck, his neck tastes so good drenched in his dominance pheromones and sweet, sweet submission. I release his skin and lick the already forming bruise, groaning into his flesh.
“Dair,” he gasps, hips pushing up into mine.
“You are magnificent,” I grind out. “Such a fierce, pretty wolf.”
His arms wrap around my back and he digs his nails into my muscles. “So hungry,” he pants. “Need—” He cuts off with a growl.
“Need what?” I demand.
“More,” he hisses, and his hands trail down to grip my ass tighter to his body, pushing our dicks into each other’s skin.
“Mmm,” I groan, and push back enough to reach down and grip his hardness. The head is soaked in precum, making the delicate flesh there satiny and wet. He bucks into my hand, head tipped back, showing me his neck that’s now mottled with my teeth marks.
“Easy, sweetheart, I’m going to give you what you need,” I promise, spreading his copious, slippery precum all along his shaft and swelling knot.
I pivot my hips to align my cock with his, then wrap them together in my fist to fuck our leaking precum along our shafts. There’s something deeply erotic about our knots and sacks touching and dragging against each other, and I can’t help my grunted curse of pleasure.
I release our lengths and lean back down to press my body into his, trapping our cocks together between us. My hands burrow under his armpits and wrap around his shoulders to grip him tight. His wound feels totally healed under my fingers, but I’m mindful as I experimentally thrust my hips forward, rubbing my dick along the length of his.
We both moan and growl as I rock back and forth over his body, grinding our dicks, knots, and balls together. I drop more of my weight, adding pressure so that it feels like we’re both fucking into the same tight space. Our precum slicks everything between us, aiding our frantic humping. My knot swells near to bursting, and I angle my hips down so that the thick vein on the underside of Ferris’s cock slides between the bumps of my knot.
It makes me see stars.
Ferris grips my ass to pull me harder against him as his own hips push into me. He moans and growls, rubbing his dick on my knot and leaking all over our skin. “Feels so fucking good,” he pants as his eyes melt into the glowing amber of his wolf.
“I love seeing you like this,” I tell him. “Love seeing you desperate to burst.”
I can feel my own wolf rising to meet his as I rut him harder, faster, fucking his dick with mine. His body quivers, and his sack tightens against my own moments before he floods the space between us in his cum. He tips his head back into the dirt and howls as he covers us in his seed.
Burying my face in his beard, I suck along his bruised neck and whisper, “One day I want inside of you. Want to give you everything and show you all the ways we can love each other. I want you to let me in.”
His hands grip my back, digging in with nails sharp as a wolf’s. “You’re already part of my soul,” he rasps. “Already burrowed so deep in my marrow that I’ll never get you out. You and Raine are everything.”
Ferris’s words crackle across my skin, making my eyes sting with pride and happiness. He says, “One day soon, though.” And I can’t hold back anymore as my back bends, and I paint his stomach in my release.
