The luxurious lounge that Frey kept as an office in The Den had become host to a messy event. Whatever hangups that may have existed in any of the werewolves that Frey had called in to help service the unbearably needy Sage quickly dispersed the moment the gangsters caught the boy’s overwhelming sex scent flooding the room. Clothing had been discarded and forgotten minutes in, the only one showing embarrassment being the green-eyed boy gasping prettily for the men to take him. In a hope to preserve his desk and the paperwork still waiting for him, Frey had left the slender Sage on the lush leather couch by the window, the L-shaped furniture more than large enough to handle the five men trying to give the aching boy the relief he needed. And Sage was in need of relief. It was as if every orgasm he had only grew the insane heat in him further, the boy’s cries hoarse and tinged with desperation.
“Please… God, please.” Sage gripped the back of the couch, pushing his face against the lush, dark leather while Kyle knelt behind him, their knees sinking into the material as they moved together. Sage could feel the other men’s eyes on him—they hadn’t stopped staring since they had arrived—and fought back his blush. He was naked, covered in cum and painfully self-conscious of the fact that the men Frey had brought to help were all growing tired while he was still aching for more. He couldn’t understand what was wrong with him. Even now, even with Kyle buried deep inside him, the kind blond man thrusting in and out of his clenching hole, he still needed more. He wasn’t sure if the feeling was ever going to end, but god, he needed it to stop. There was no way to live like this, forever begging for a thick dick inside of him, claiming him, filling him.
At least they had all been really nice about it. Besides Frey and his insistence that Sage was his pet of some sort, none of the other men had said anything to suggest he was theirs. He supposed it made sense; If anyone were to own anything, it would be the pack leader of the werewolf gang, not the men that answered to him.
Kyle groaned softly in his ear, the man grinding into him hard while trying to stave off his climax for as long as possible. He had feathery blond hair, his bangs dripping sweat onto his handsome face. Kyle had kind chocolate brown eyes and a really nice feeling dick. It was long but not nearly as thick and overwhelming as Frey’s monster cock. Kyle fucked him gently, his slick flesh rubbing again and again over the gland inside Sage that had swollen the longer he’d been taken, each touch gifting him pleasure in unbearable levels. Sage clenched around the length fucking him tighter, knowing the man was going to come and wanting to get as much of his wet seed from him as he could.
“That’s it…God, you get tight, Sage.” Kyle pressed his lips hard to the boy’s pale throat, Sage whimpering and turning back to meet his heated gaze.
“Teeth. Use your teeth.”
“No,” Frey growled from the other side of the couch. “No biting my bitch.” The pack leader was sitting back on the couch, glaring between the monitors that showed him every angle of his club and the show of Sage being taken. The other men were on the floor, kneeling around the green-eyed boy to wait and watch. Frey had been observing his men with interest, curious to find they had turned into almost supplicants to the pup’s needs. Every time a pause came in the fucking, the men would descend on Sage, licking him from top to bottom. It was almost ritualistic. Frey had never seen werewolves act in such a way before and he was wondering just what the fuck a shifter bitch did for the pack dynamic besides flash his pink hole and beg to be fucked.
Sage groaned, turning his pleading eyes to the golden-eyed werewolf. Frey sighed after a moment, exhaling a drag of his cigarette before standing. The pack leader’s nude form rippled with muscle, his golden skin marred by soft blond body hair and a network of white shimmery scars. He was impossible to look away from, Sage’s eyes fixed on him as the man approached.
“Sweetness, you don’t want werewolves to bite you,” Frey explained patiently. “It puts ideas in their heads. Ideas like they might just have a claim on a tight, slutty little hole like you.” He let his gaze drift down the boy, Kyle’s hard body wrapped around Sage’s back, cock stretching the brunette wide where cum was slowly dribbling free.
Sage whimpered, extending his tongue out until Frey pressed his fingers to the boy’s lips. Kyle’s thrusts grew more erratic, the man grunting even as he kissed Sage’s throat lightly. The brunette moaned, arching when he felt Kyle release spurt after spurt of cum inside him. It only added to the collection filling him, dripping and dirtying him in ways he had never imagined. Sage gripped the couch hard, pushing back until the pressure in his passage grew too much and he came with a choked cry.
His eyes barely open, dark lashes wet and tangled, Sage looked up at Frey pleadingly as his orgasm faded. “Please, Frey? Please… God, I need to feel something on my neck. And… And something in my mouth,” he added with a blush, licking his tongue over his lips. “I need more.”
Frey glared down at the boy with his golden eyes for a silent minute. He took another drag of his cigarette, tilting his head to the cocoa-skinned young man watching the exchange. “Jared, can you honestly tell me you won’t try to run off with this delicious fuck toy if I let you sink your fangs into his neck?” Frey asked bluntly.
Jared inhaled sharply, his violet eyes fixing to Sage’s, the aching boy flushing red. Jared had a really nice dick and used it nearly as well as Frey. Sage had liked how strong he had been, big yet considerate. Jared had held him in his lap while he had fucked him up and down on his long length and Sage was ready to feel it again.
Jared looked over to Frey, not flinching from his glare. “Boss, you know I’d never challenge you over anything. Not just because I’d lose—And fuck, I would lose. The kid isn’t meant to be claimed. He needs a fucking pack just to get him laid.”
That Sage did, Frey’s mind assessing as he nodded his consent for Jared to take Kyle’s place. Jared didn’t right away, first pulling Sage down the couch, forcing the brunette’s slender thighs open so he could lap long licks at his cum-soaked crack. Sage mewled desperately, going limp and giving in as the other men leaned over him, Frey watching as the pup was licked thoroughly by his crew.
Fuck, but the kid was doing something to them. Something that made Frey want to get down and have a few swipes of his own at that beautiful, luminescent flesh, drive his tongue and then his dick between the boy’s gasping red lips. Sage was meant to be fucked, adored, cherished. What the fuck did werewolves understand about that when most only knew how to kill and violate?
Snarling to himself, Frey stepped over to his ashtray, crushing his cigarette out. He had picked these men for this task for a reason. They had been men that had started out kind and then remained so even when infected by the cursed infliction. None of them had chosen to be changed, some coming from worse backgrounds than others. Kyle, the sweet blond slab of toned muscle had been beaten repeatedly to the cusp of death for over half a year. He had been the weakest of the pack he had never wanted to join before Frey had killed his former pack leader and absorbed the men with enough humanity to continue on. The cursed too crazed to be of use, Frey had killed. He didn’t need that kind of shit—The world didn’t need that kind of shit. If a werewolf didn’t have his fucking soul then he wasn’t worth the air he breathed or the blood he spilled.
Tony, the pack’s newest member, had come to Frey seeking asylum after being attacked just two moons ago by a crazed werewolf. He had woken up in a hospital to find he was infected and that his new alpha was expecting him to join their gang of insane cursed once he went about murdering the doctors and nurses that had kept Tony alive first. Frey had given the young man the protection he needed and Tony had turned out to be a social worker, of all fucking things. Frey still wasn’t sure what the fuck he was going to do with a social worker in his gang but he had ended up with seemingly even more useless members, considering Yapper had been one of those jobless survivalists before he had been attacked by a werewolf when hiking. Sure, the latino could build a fire in five minutes straight without the use of magic and track the lightest of sure-footed doe, but Frey had yet to find any of it useful in the fucking concrete jungle of Dogtowne. Thankfully the guy was sharp for security and could scent a cursed or shifter three miles away. There was always a use for someone.
Even a desperate bitch.
Frey’s nostrils flared when he heard Sage cry out, the boy gasping from the feel of teeth on his neck. He stepped back to the couch, leaning over the side to make sure Jared hadn’t drawn blood. He hadn’t. Jared was one of his more controlled werewolves. Not as sweet as the other three, but even though the young man had the crazed wolf howling in his head louder than most, Jared chose to be human. Sage was tight in the black-skinned man’s lap, riding his cock while Jared nipped small, controlled bites at the boy’s throat and neck. It was clearly what the pup needed, Sage arching and coming again with trembling limbs after barely five minutes since his last orgasm. The kid was a fucking faucet of cum.
Yapper went to take Sage’s mouth, pushing his flushed dick to the boy’s parted lips while a groaning Tony nuzzled down between the tangle of legs, licking at the divinely scented seed the boy had released. Frey watched impassively, fighting back the heat inside of him that wanted to pull the small brunette from the group and fuck him hard, possessively until the boy begged him to stop. It was just the crazy wolf, the one that he had learned to distinguish in most situations, even ones where he was unreasonably horny.
Frey instead sat on the couch, glancing at the monitors to make sure nothing was amiss in the club. Taylor was still safe under Howie’s watchful eye and no one was making trouble in the bar. It was starting to get around to the time when if trouble was going to start, it would be arriving soon. He was hoping the green-eyed slut would be done by then. At least filled with enough cock to stop his damn sex scent.
Frey looked over when Jared gave a grunt, his eyes caught on the way the cocoa-skinned man’s face contorted in pleasure when Sage’s tight passage milked his dick. He had to admit, although he had fucked and bitten all his pack members at least once, Frey had rarely indulged in much else afterward. Something he was seeing had been a clear crime now that he watched his men in action with the pretty Sage. His pack was powerful with hard, healthy bodies and handsome, if not slightly fierce, faces. They were perfect specimens of masculinity that Frey had managed to miss because he had been staring too long at ledgers and numbers.
His eyes slid down, finding Tony leaning against the bottom of the couch while panting softly. The young man was particularly beautiful, his midnight black hair short, bangs teasing into his strange, yellow eyes that glowed with compassion. The change had put a layer of muscle on the man that stretched his pale skin in all the right places even if his shy demeanor and sweet smile still made him seem more victim than cursed.
“Tony,” Frey called. Although his voice was pitched low, the young man responded almost instantly, turning from the show of Sage being taken to immediately crawl to his pack leader. The man was lovely, his bangs obscuring one of his eyes, the man gazing up at him full of trust and an eagerness to please. Yes, Tony might not have had a background in business or any experience in defending himself or others but the man did have some useful qualities, including those lush lips of his.
Frey spread his knees apart, Tony inhaling slowly and slipping in between his muscular thighs without the need of further invitation. The brunette kissed up the inside of Frey’s leg, slicking the flesh wet, licking and smoothing his tongue over the golden hair fuzzing there and sucking small, eager touches. Frey exhaled heavily when Tony reached his balls, the brunette taking them into his mouth with only the slightest of hesitation, caressing the smooth sac with his lips and creating light suction. Tony slowly continued up Frey’s shaft with a similar technique, using soft kisses and a lapping tongue. His movements were tentative out of inexperience more than hesitation, Frey having little to complain about as he watched the young man worship his cock with thorough, dazed movements.
Frey was hard—had not been able to soften since Sage’s scent had clouded the room in its heady perfume—and the feel of Tony’s hot, silky mouth wetting over the head of his cock was an agonizing relief to the pressure that had been building. Frey gripped the side of the man’s head, Tony’s glowing eyes meeting his a moment before the man opened wider in response, allowing himself to be forced down to take Frey’s dick deeper into his mouth. Frey was careful—blowjobs were a bit of a hazard with his size. He barely got halfway in without hitting the back of Tony’s tight throat. Frey combed through the man’s dark locks while Tony struggled to take him further, gurgling around his cock while whimpering in need.
Humming, Frey tilted the man’s face up, Tony’s lips clinging to the tip of his dick even as he met his questioning gaze. “You need a cock to ride, Tony?” Frey asked, sliding his hand down the trail of saliva that had slipped from the man’s parted lips, moving down his chin and throat. To the best of his memory, Tony had professed to be completely straight all the way up to when Frey had reamed the man’s tight, virgin hole as part of his initiation and promise to protect the young man. Frey rarely took liberties from the reluctant of his crew outside of their claiming. There were just far too many willing, for him to press the matter with those resistant. But Tony was moaning around his dick with a desperate keen that Frey was certain to mean the man was begging to be fucked nearly as hard as the pup gasping right next to them was.
Groaning, Tony released Frey’s slick tip with a wet pop, pushing his face into his pack leader’s large hand. He licked his tongue out, whimpering when Frey moved his thumb to his bottom lip and teased back and forth.“Come up here, pretty eyes,” Frey murmured huskily, pulling the brunette up by his chin.
Tony readily climbed into his lap, straddling the battle-scarred werewolf and pressing his damp, hot flesh tight to his pack leader’s, their dicks rigid and sticky between them. He licked his lips, his lashes fluttering shut when Frey gave him a wicked grin and wrapped his arm around his waist, keeping him from escaping. “Frey, I…”
“Hush. Do you think I can’t smell it on you?” Frey ran his palm down the back of the man’s thigh, sliding up to push two fingers against his entrance. He cast a spell, Tony giving a gasp to feel stretched and lubed in an instant. Frey still stroked fingers deep into the man’s passage, wanting him to get used to the sensation of being filled. He was certain Tony had not felt the urge to indulge this particular activity since he had claimed him months ago, this thought made more evident when Tony trembled and wrapped his arms around him tight.
The brunette moaned lowly, burying his face against the werewolf leader’s neck while his entrance was filled with merciless, deep plunges of Frey’s thick fingers. When Tony started to push back into the thrusts, gasping with every touch to his prostate, Frey relented, pulling his fingers free from his clenching passage.
Tony whimpered when he felt the pack leader’s cock, hot and thick, push to the rim of his entrance. “Just… God, will it hurt again?” He dared to ask, tears stinging in his eyes as he remembered his claiming.
Frey brushed his lips softly to Tony’s throat, crooning softly. “No teeth, baby. No bite. You’re going to like being fucked, Tony, I promise.” With Sage’s bitch scent so thick in the air, he was pretty sure he could have half murdered his sweet, buttercup-eyed wolf and Tony would love every second of it.
Frey gripped the man by his ass, spreading his cheeks while slowly pulling Tony down onto his cock. Tony groaned, clutching his shoulders desperately as he was filled, his moans rising up with each new inch. Frey could feel every clench, every squeeze from the young man as Tony dripped tears and opened to him. “Good boy… Fucking good, tight boy,” Frey growled, holding Tony tight in his arms while the brunette whined and took his cock deeper.
“Too much,” Tony groaned, swallowing around his gasps. “Boss—Fuck, I c-can’t.”
“You already are, pretty. Just hold on a little longer.” With a growl, Frey pulled the man flush to his body, grabbing his muscular ass and fucking up into him with slow, sure pushes. Tony’s wail turned into a moan, desperate sounds spilling from him with every stroke Frey filled him with that also managed to hit his prostate. Frey drew out his thrusts even slower, Tony already there, already about to burst from the overload of sensation of being fucked by his oversized cock.
Claws scratching into the blond’s back, Tony couldn’t hold on any longer, his body jerking in rough, gasping jolts as he came all while his passage tried to push out the dick impaling him. Frey groaned as he felt the man collapse against him, Tony’s head hanging limply, the brunette gasps loud as Frey continued to drive into him with unhurried, tormenting strokes.
Frey slipped a hand between the crush of their bodies, finding Tony’s cum and tasting it. He pushed the rest to the brunette’s mouth, Tony opening with a weak moan, licking his seed down and accepting Frey’s tongue when the pack leader kissed him deep and bruising. Once he was released, he slumped back against Frey, his eyes closed as he tried to get his shaking body to ride out the continuous rhythm of his leader fucking him.
Frey turned his head at Sage’s cry, the boy’s face twisted in delicious agony as he came again with Jared spent and deep inside him. Yapper’s cum was still wet on the brunette’s lips and face, dripping a white mess. “You have enough yet, pup?” Frey asked, honestly not certain what answer he would get. The boy seemed both exhausted and yet unwilling or incapable of stopping.
Sage looked up at the werewolf leader imploringly, the boy covered in cum, dripping sweat and damn near everything else. “Please?” He rasped out, gnawing on his lower lip as he looked Frey over. “Y-You’re so big. If you stayed in longer, it might be enough.”
Frey gave another thrust into Tony’s passage, the brunette whimpering from the feel of him stretching him so wide. He had planned to fuck the young man’s perfectly fine hole until completion but had little issue in doing the same in Sage’s instead. “Sorry, sexy,” he murmured in apology to Tony, giving a parting nip to his lush bottom lip before lifting him off his dick and helping him to stand. Tony swayed, his legs buckling, Frey forced to catch him or have the sweet man fall. Kyle helped Tony kneel and rest against the couch, Frey’s gaze lingering too long as he watched the blond man hold the gasping Tony. Fuck, the scent was definitely getting to him. He’d be demanding his men fuck each other soon if things didn’t stop.
Sage crawled into Frey’s lap, the boy’s wet limbs slipping on the leather couch as he crossed the space. Frey lifted him with ease, adjusting him so that the brunette’s slender legs were wrapped tight around his waist.
“You should stay with us, sweetness,” Frey murmured, his eyes closing when Sage’s tight entrance began to envelop his dick. Hell but the boy kept getting so tight no matter what they did to him. It just wasn’t normal, although extremely enjoyable.
Moans falling from his lips unchecked, Sage couldn’t find a way to answer. Frey was just so large, filling him so tight, reaching so impossibly deep inside him until it was all he knew. It wasn’t until he was fully impaled on Frey’s large cock, his slim body completely dominated inside and out by the muscular werewolf leader, that Sage could remember why he couldn’t stay. “My b-brother will be angry if I’m out late. I… I need to get back home.”
Frey huffed, rolling his eyes. “I can take care of you, pup. Better than anyone else in this shit city.”
“Corey wouldn’t like that… Doesn’t like werewolves.” Sage whimpered, shifting his hips, gripping Frey’s heavy biceps and getting him deeper. “Oh… Oh, you’re so big inside me. So big. Need it… Fucking need it big.”
Frey let the boy rock himself on his length, his eyes drawn to the scars littering the brunette’s back. He didn’t bother suggesting the boy stay with him again. It was no longer an option he was willing to give the little pup. Not after the hours of entertainment the boy had already provided. Not after seeing Sage turn four grown men into his personal sex toys with nothing but his scent and slender, sexy form.
“Harder,” Sage whimpered, nipping lightly at Frey’s shoulder. “Move, Frey. Fuck me harder.”
Frey ran smoldering eyes over the boy’s beautiful face, grinning fiercely at him before smacking his hand down on the swell of Sage’s perky ass. Sage gasped, moaning lowly and jolting forward as pain and pleasure filled him. Yeah, he had little interest in letting his new slutty bitch go anytime soon.