My nostrils twitched, the fine olfactory hairs tingling as they recognized the co-mingled scents of us, residual odor of the days of frenzied sex we’d experienced during my heat.
The old sacks I’d used as bedding were still there and I padded over to them, the exposed rock peeking through the uneven patches of dirt cool on my foot pads. I lowered my snout and sniffed. The scent of cum and slick was powerful, and through it all, the heady, musky scent of alpha weaved its way into my nasal passages.My alpha,I reminded myself. Somehow in those wild three days of my heat, we’d bonded so closely that he’d come searching for me afterwards. His scent was soothing, calming, and I wanted to wrap myself in it, but I couldn’t do that in my current form.
I shifted to my human form. Now my entire body shook, my teeth beginning to chatter. I leant down and picked up the hessian sacks, the harsh fabric stiff and cold, but when I pressed it to my nose, it smelt divine.
I wrapped the scratchy material around me, a warm sheath of protection against the outside world, embedded with Agelius’ reassuring scent. Bathed in that and the glorious smell of our combined ardor, it was hard to worry.
Somewhere out in the wilderness of the forest, my alpha was fighting for his status. It was part of the natural order. Wolves – and that included shifter wolves – had a hierarchy that had to be fought for and maintained. As an alpha, Agelius was alwaysgoing to be called on to assert his dominance. That didn’t make me worry any less for him, but I accepted that was how things were. Any guilt I felt that he was in fact fighting to keepme,faded with the realization that as an alpha wolf, it was his fate, whether for me or for another mate.
My eyelids fluttered closed, my head sank back against the uneven rock wall, and I clutched the sack tighter around me. Even days after, the residual pheromones in the fabric were strong enough to soothe me. Yes, I told myself, Agelius was a young virile alpha. I had nothing to worry about.
With nothing to do but wait, the darkness of sleep drifted over me and I dreamed… dreamed of running free in the mountains with my alpha, dreamed of days beneath the golden sun, nights beneath the silvery moon. I dreamed of joy and friends, of mountain streams, of hunting foxes and rabbits. I dreamed of warm hands running over my sides and back, stretching down to the small of my back, but no matter how hard I willed them to go further, they didn’t. I dreamed of warmth, of firm muscles and a solid chest dusted with dark hair pressed to mine, hair so coarse it prickled and scratched, and scraped against my skin…
“I’m here,” a deep gravelly voice whispered close to my ear.
I startled, the coarse fiber of the hessian bag grazing my skin. A sharp intake of air filled my nostrils with the most glorious scent, and down below I began to harden, even though I was still disorientated.
Strong arms were wrapped around me, one around my shoulders, one on the small of my back. I wriggled, subtly trying to get that hand to slip lower. I felt heat rise in my cheeks. I shouldn’t be doing this.
“You’re awake?” it was half statement, half question.
“Alpha,” I breathed into the hairs of his chest. I was half out of it, somewhere between asleep and awake, and all the more emboldened for it. “When you said you’d get me out of the pack, what… what did that mean?”
The sudden expansion of his chest nudged me away, in time with the faint inhale, and I wondered if I’d overstepped. Perhaps he had no intention of claiming me. When he spoke, his voice rumbled through his chest to mine.
“I want you as my mate… if you want that too.”
I sighed, the tension in my body releasing with the breath I’d been holding.
“More than anything.” I was glad he couldn’t see the pink stain of embarrassment in the darkness of the cavern. Goddess, I sounded soneedy. Where the fuck had this side of me come from? And it looked like I wasn’t going to stop there either. Fuck a duck. “Make me yours,” I begged. “Claim me.”
Warm lips nuzzled my ear and a tongue rasped over the shell of the ear. “I’m more than willing to do that,” he murmured, “but why so urgent?”
“I don’t want to turn up in your pack looking like… nothing.” It was hard to explain, but I felt self-conscious about walking into a new pack where I knew no-one. Maybe I worried too much about other people’s opinions, but what would the pack think? That I was just, I dunno, some tag-along, a charity case? Then a horrible thought occurred to me – what if he already had a mate? What would I be then?
“You aren’t already mated are you? Because if you are, I don’t think I want to come…”
“Ssh,” his large hands ran up and down my bare back soothingly. “Of course I’m not. I want you as my mate. Though we can’t do that officially yet… stupid rules the Council brought in a while back.”
“Why can’t we?” I whined, desperate to seal the deal with this stunningly handsome and kind alpha. What if we got back to his pack and some other omega decided they wanted him, someone more confident, more attractive and more assertive than me?
Agelius chuckled softly. I pouted - I didn’t see what was so funny. He hugged me closer.
“Wait!” I pushed him away, did a little shimmy and let the scratchy sack fall to the ground. Then I pulled him back in. That was so much better, my entire torso flush against his, nothing between us. I still wasn’t comfortable though, so I dragged my legs out from under me and slipped them over his thighs so I was straddling him. Our hard cocks rubbed against each other and I shivered deliciously.
“Pretty sure you’re not old enough to officially mate. Do you want me to mark you though? I could do that.”
I nodded enthusiastically.Yes, please!I wasn’t exactly sure what he had in mind, but it sounded hot. Hopefully there’d be something to show for it afterwards.
The corners of his lips curving upwards, Agelius leant towards me. His eyes flickered to my lips and back up to my eyes again. I closed my eyes. I could feel my lips quivering as I waited, my whole body vibrating in anticipation.
The first gentle pass of his lips over mine gave no forewarning of the passionate hungry kiss that followed. He literally devoured me, his thick tongue stroking aggressively against mine, surginginto all the crevices of my mouth. It felt like a claiming in its own way, and I melted into the kiss, surrendering to his mouth, to his body, to anything he wanted from me. Because, by the Goddess, I wanted it all. I’d already had more than one taste of this alpha and I knew exactly what he could do to me.
He reached between us and pinched my nipple. I grunted and pressed my groin closer. A warm trickle between my ass cheeks ran down to the join with my thighs, cooling as it was exposed to the air. Another tweak to my nipple sent another surge of slick leaking from me. I whimpered, feeling the rapidly building need in my ass and my balls.
Agelius pulled away, a calloused hand tracing gently over my abdomen and until his hand circled my cock. He gave it a tug. I grunted and thrust into his hand. When he rubbed his hand over the head, gathering up the pre-cum and using it to glide his hand over my shaft, I released a filthy drawn-out groan.
Warmth wrapped around my balls, as Agelius’ other hand encased them, pulling down softly and making my breath hitch.
