The werewolf was doing all he could to keep the desk between himself and the beautiful green-eyed Sage. That the young man was panting, whimpering soft moans while Frey just looked at him was extremely distracting, as was the kid’s scent quickly filling the room. “Sage, was it? I need to understand what’s happening to you if I’m going to find the answer to this… this problem.”
Sage nodded, all his weight on his arms as he clutched the polished, dark desk. “What do you want to know?” He asked, his voice sounding so hoarse and strange in his ears.
“When did this start?” Frey couldn’t stop himself, his fingers again drawn to the boy’s tangle of hair. Sage gave a small gasp when the man tightened his grip, tugging on his locks. It would be so easy to pull him over the desk. Frey’s eyes traveled over Sage’s form, taking in his slim limbs, slender waist, and narrow hips. Very easy.
“Last night,” Sage murmured, head pushing into the man’s large hand. “A shifter found me… He was fast, his teeth so scary… I couldn’t get away.” Sage closed his eyes, the memory sparking fire through his body. “Oh… Oh, hell. I feel so empty.”
“Empty?” Frey asked sharply, bending down and pulling the brunette’s face up. “You feel empty?”
Sage nodded heavily, eyes caught on the man’s. Frey had a very handsome face. Not as aristocratic-featured as Heller, but definitely animalistic, predatory and consuming. Sage was growing to understand the new look directed at him and he liked it.
“Are you a shifter?” Frey asked, his hand caressing down the boy’s jaw and neck, his palm rough compared to the brunette’s smooth skin.
“No,” Sage whispered, leaning forward into the firm touch. Frey’s chest was very close, the man smelling of rich cologne and heavenly musky sweat. “He asked me that, too.”
“There are some shifters that fill a particular purpose in their packs.” Frey’s hand ran slowly down the front of Sage’s t-shirt, fingertips brushing lightly against his body. “Since they’re all males, it’s theorized that they evolved some sort of bitch to help alleviate tensions.”
Sage felt when Frey found the hem of his t-shirt, the man rolling it lightly, his fingers sliding over the boy’s flat stomach. “B-But I’m not a shifter,” Sage pointed out, his body trembling with every hot touch of fingers to his skin.
“I think you are, kid. I think you just haven’t had anyone to show you how to transform. Only shifter bitches feel empty the way you feel.” Frey’s hand slipped to the brunette’s back, pulling the boy up against the side of the desk. Sage gave a weak cry, hands grasping the desk to keep from falling. “Just… I never heard of them having such a strong scent. Do you need it a lot?” Frey asked, lips moving over Sage’s ear and neck.
“N-Need it?” Sage tilted his head to give the man’s tongue and teeth better access, his arms beginning to shake as he held himself up.
“Sometimes a bitch just really needs to be filled. How much do you need to be filled?” Frey asked into his ear, teeth nipping lightly. Sage jerked at the question, his entire body tensing, fire moving over his skin in an unbearable wave.
“Oh god… oh please,” he whimpered, arms giving way. Sage rested his chest down on the desk, gasping soft pants. “I need it so bad… so fucking bad.”
Frey groaned, stepping back from the desk and the young man spreading his legs in offering. The kid’s scent was only getting worse the more flushed and undone Sage became. And he was a very pretty kid, especially when he kept gasping like that, bright red lips parted and enticing. Frey had never met a shifter bitch, the creatures so rare and well protected that they weren’t let out on raids. He could understand why—Having someone like this around when trying to get work done would really fuck things up.
“Sir… could you just fix this?” Sage asked weakly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips and then further, lapping on the desk in slow, anguished swipes. “A spell… a potion… something.”
Frey shook his head, walking around the desk in measured steps. “Sorry, kid. You were born this way. That you made it even as old as you have is fucking amazing. You must have one hell of a chastity belt.”
Sage groaned, rubbing rhythmically against the desk, his hand reaching up to pull at his t-shirt that suddenly felt far too tight to ever be worn again. “My brother will kill me.”
“Yes, Jared mentioned something along those lines.” Frey had reached the brunette, his hip cocked against the desk as he watched the boy rock, t-shirt now wrapped around his chest. “Your brother’s one of those anti-werewolf fanatics.”
He reached his fingers out with claws extended and deliberately tore a long line through the back of Sage’s shirt. The material peeled away with a ripping sound, Frey tugging until the brunette’s back was exposed. Claw marks and teeth bites were all over the boy’s back and neck, the blond dipping closer to see. “Did you like it, kid? The beast that gave you these marks; did you like when it fucked you?”
Moaning from the memory, Sage couldn’t answer right away. Frey didn’t wait, the man slipping a finger into the boy’s waistband and pulling a gap. He leaned forward, breathing in the brunette’s scent, growling from the heady musk. “My god, that is tasty. Kid, I got this feeling you’re going to be a shit ton of problems,” he muttered even as he knelt and began running his tongue over Sage’s bare back.
Feeling the wet heat tasting him, following over the new claw marks and old scars that Corey had left on him, Sage whimpered desperately. He tried to get his shaking arms to work, needing his pants off now, but his fingers weren’t cooperating. Frey grabbed one of his seeking hands, leaning down to nip his fingertips. “Patience, pup. I’m going to fill you nice and hard. Just some things are worth waiting for.”
Sage groaned, the man licking up his side, turning him easily and pushing him back flat on the desk. Frey smirked down at him, holding the boy’s chest down with one hand while he began to unbutton his own dress shirt. Sage watched in growing wonder, warm golden skin, soft chest hair and hard, ripped muscles slowly revealed with each pop of button. The man’s chest was littered with old slashes, large scars a shimmery white, one particularly nasty one on his left bicep that the brunette reached for, fingers brushing curiously. Frey’s muscles flexed under his touch, Sage biting his lip, his breath increasing in speed. The man was really fucking strong and for some reason that made his ache flare even greater.
He gaped, Frey suddenly dipping his head and licking up Sage’s chest, finding his nipple and lapping hard swipes. “Oh hell… oh.” Whimpering, Sage rocked his hips up, grinding his erection into the man’s, hooking his leg around Frey’s very strong thigh and trying to pull closer.
“That’s it.” Frey ran his hand down the boy’s stomach while tugging with his teeth at his other nipple, finding the clasp to Sage’s jeans and tearing it open. He slipped beneath the band of the boy’s briefs and cupped his palm against his hard dick. Sage gasped, hips thrusting into the touch, back arching as he fell against the desk.
“Please… I feel so hot.” Sage wiggled his hips, trying to get his jeans to slip further down. Frey growled, both hands grabbing his hips and pinning them in place.
“Slow down, brat. You’re going to get everything you want. Just at my pace. Oh… I can smell that desperate, desperate need. And I want to see how much you can endure.”
Sage gave a disappointed moan, the werewolf’s strong body and perfect heat pulling away from him, leaving him to writhe on the desk alone. “Please, I need it,” he whined, mouth gasping breaths of air. “Feel so… crazy. Aches.” Frey just watched him, eventually reaching over and whispering some words as he pulled the boy’s hands up.
Sage glanced to the right, finding a leather bracelet around his wrist, magic holding him to the desk. He tried to calm himself, anxiety rising in him along with even more heat. That he couldn’t move his arms was somehow making his need even worse. God, he was so messed up.
He groaned, Frey reaching over him, sliding a drawer open and pulling something free all the while managing to not touch him. The man pulled a dark colored cigarette from a gold case, lighting it while his eyes moved over the brunette. “How you feeling, pup?” He asked lowly, resting his elbows on the desk while dragging on his cigarette.
“Ache,” Sage whispered hoarsely, watching the sweet smelling smoke rise into the air. “I need it.”
“What do you need?” Frey asked, fingers moving forward to press against the boy’s pouting mouth. Sage parted his lips, tongue reaching out, tasting the blond’s fingers greedily. He groaned, Frey dipping into his mouth and drawing his saliva out, down his chin and throat in a long line. The man strayed, fingers pinching at Sage’s nipples, twisting a pink bud until it was red and achingly sore. “Come now, speak up. I’m much nicer when my pets are obedient.”
Sage fought through the haze in his mind, eyes narrowing on Frey’s lazy grin. “I’m not your pet.”
“Oh?” Frey slipped closer, bracing a heavily muscled arm on one side of Sage while he bent down, inches from his face. “You’re a shifter, aren’t you? A pretty bitch shifter that doesn’t even know how to transform. One that is lying on my desk begging me to fuck him. Either I just won the fucking karmic lottery, or you are very confused as to what is happening here.”
Sage bit his lip, really wishing the man would stop talking and just kiss him. “I’m not…”
“I’m an alpha, pup. I’m a leader of many, many people and I have been for a very long time.” Frey took his cigarette from his mouth, leaning down to slowly lick the boy’s lips. “When I turn my very extended family, I do it with two constants. I bite them, here.” He ran his tongue down, kissing the side of Sage’s neck. “And I fuck them.”
Frey pulled back, eyes running over the gasping brunette, taking in his narrow chest and clenching stomach. “I don’t like to turn young people. Their hormones are so fucked up, they have no self-control. The obnoxious pissants just cause me a headache while I’m trying to run my many businesses. So, if I fuck you and don’t bite you, that can only mean you’re something else, right?”
Sage, who was very relieved to find out he wasn’t going to be turned into a werewolf just yet, didn’t say anything, watching the man with wide, green eyes. “Answer me, pup. I don’t enjoy talking to myself.”
“I… I don’t know. I’ve never met a werewolf before,” Sage whispered. “Or a pack leader, either.”
“Mmm, today’s your lucky day, kid. I’m probably the nicest werewolf you’re ever going to meet in this shit city. I don’t eat babies, don’t rape anybody, and, oh, only kill when justified. Or very, very angry.” Frey gave a self-deprecating bark of laughter. “Hell, I even let the prissy shifters live, as long as they stay away from my pack. Although…” He moved his fingers over Sage’s neck, taking in the heavy bite marks and claws. “I do like this guy’s style. You didn’t happen to catch this dog’s name, did you?”
Breath speeding up from the renewed touch, his bruises aching under Frey’s fingertips, Sage didn’t think to lie. “Wolf. He was a black wolf named Heller.”
“Oh, a wolf? Those are the damn worst, aren’t they? Always so high and mighty, full of daddy’s money and unwarranted disdain for the rest of the fucking commoners. Gotta say, pup, he sure didn’t fuck you like one of the noble bitches.” Frey ran his hand down Sage’s torso, pushing the young man’s jeans slowly down his hips. “All these marks on you, you sure it wasn’t some wild animal that wanted into your hole?”
Sage gasped, his body tingling with each tug of his pants moving down his thighs. “He transformed. Had long, black hair, and pale blue eyes. He… uh, he walked me home… to be safe.”
Frey snorted, shaking his head. “Fucking wolves.” He bowed, pulling the kid’s shoes off and letting them tumble to the carpet. Then he wrenched Sage’s jeans down with one smooth pull. “Let me guess; he wanted to ask your parents for your fucking hand in marriage too, hmm? Prissy bitches.”
Sage fell silent, watching Frey pull his underwear down his slender legs and toss his briefs to the ground as well. “Oh… oh fuck,” he whimpered, head falling back heavily on the desk as the man ran his rough palm up the inside of his thigh, bending and pushing Sage’s leg up on the desk and spreading him open.
“You smell like wolf cum. Mmm… And that fucking wild bitch scent.” Frey stubbed his cigarette out on the back of his hand, tossing it aside so he could lick up the young man’s raised leg, then down his thigh. He paused, breathing in the kid’s scent, nose nuzzling into his sac and tongue slowly pushing forward, sliding between his cheeks. Sage gave a loud cry, his arms involuntarily pulling at his magical bonds as he jerked.
“Oh, god… please do it… please,” Sage begged breathlessly, his head rocking side to side on the desk. Frey gripped his thigh harder, raising the brunette’s other leg up over his shoulder while he probed the boy’s hole with his tongue, teeth scraping against his skin and slicking wet wherever he touched. Sage could only moan, internally wishing it was thicker and longer and driving into him with much more force. But the werewolf seemed to be very interested in tasting him and he wasn’t going to complain, enjoying it much more than the man’s questions.
“Fuck, you are one tight little hole,” Frey groaned, tongue lapping out to run up Sage’s hard dick in a long swipe. “You sure you were fucked last night? I’ve never known a shifter to be small—Another obnoxious thing about the damn haughty bastards. That wolf should have left you gaping wide.”
“Right, yes, ignorant as dirt,” Frey interrupted smoothly. “Don’t worry, kid. I’m going to teach a few fine lessons here today. Lessons I have a feeling you are going to be begging to have repeated. You like to beg, don’t you pup?” He asked, smirking wickedly while he brushed a finger to the boy’s entrance, his thumb roughly pressing into his hole. Sage moaned, body jolting on the desk, eyes squeezed shut. “Come on, now. Beg me, pretty bitch.”
Sage really wanted to tell the man to fuck off but his body really, really wanted Frey to continue. He was pretty sure if he wasn’t fucked soon he was going to die—Or at least, lose his mind. Opening his eyes back up, he found the man staring down at him, otherworldly golden eyes glaring in a way that demanded obedience. Sage growled, letting his focus drift to the heat burning over his skin, the way his mouth was dry from need, and his hole twitching, aching for the thumb to bury deeper within him.
“Please,” Sage breathed out, almost completely meaning it. Frey hummed, his other hand slipping down the boy’s thigh, another thumb joining the first and pushing in slowly. “Oh fuck—fuck… please!” He gasped, wondering how he could have ever resisted such a perfect goddamn touch. He closed his eyes, groaning when he felt the now familiar slippery tongue pushing between the two thumbs, sliding deeper inside him than before and pulling moan after moan from him.
“See what a little self-control can get you, pup?” Frey murmured into his pink hole, thumbs digging in and pulling apart. Sage cried out, his limbs jerking, arms yanking painfully on their bonds as he tried and failed to pull the man closer. “I’m going to teach you how to not be such a slut. Oh, you’ll still beg for it,” he assured, lifting his head from between the boy’s thighs to grin wickedly. “But you won’t be bending to every goddamn shifter or werewolf you happen to run into. Eventually, anyways. These things take time.”
Sage gasped, Frey suddenly on top of him, the man swift and powerful as he wrenched the boy’s hands free only to pin them over his head. “I’m going to take care of you, kid. This fucking situation you’re in while living in a city like this is just too dangerous. If some fuckwit gangster werewolf gets a whiff of your hole, he’s liable to tear you to pieces just because that’s how he likes it. But if you happen to be covered in my scent—the scent of an alpha—well, you have a much better chance of getting out of things alive.”
Sage nodded mutely, eyes fixed on the man’s lips as he spoke. He wasn’t sure if this was what he really wanted but, at the same time, he couldn’t think of another way. He couldn’t fight off a city full of werewolves—Hell, he hadn’t been able to fight off one shifter. And Frey, abrasive as he was, hadn’t hurt him yet, hadn’t even fucked him, showing an amazing amount of restraint.
“What about my brother?” Sage asked quietly. “He won’t… he can’t know about you or the shifter. I know he’ll kill me. He hates… everything…” he trailed off, the man leaning down close enough that Sage could reach his jaw with his tongue.
“We’ll figure out something, pup. You’re a sweet thing and I don’t like the idea of you having to be afraid all the time.” That Frey seemed to mean it was somehow more confusing to Sage. But then, the shifter had been so abrasive and harsh only to be noble deep inside. Maybe deep inside this sarcastic, rough pack leader was someone that gave a fuck about a kid in a bad situation. Taylor had brought him to The Den for a reason, after all.
“Please,” Sage whispered, rocking his hips while raising his head closer, nipping at Frey’s jaw. The man growled, pushing the boy’s head back against the desk and following to kiss him hard. He tasted like cloves and a slightly sour flavor, Sage gasping as a tongue was pushed deep into his mouth, tangling with his, luring and taunting while hot palms moved over his body. He grasped blindly at the man’s hair, liking the shaggy feel of the sandy blond locks, the tension in his neck and strength in his shoulders. “Oh…”
Gasping, Sage’s entire body tightened, Frey rubbing his face down, bristle scratching over the brunette’s chest, wide tongue quickly soothing the burning path. A hand cupped his ass, squeezing the tight muscles, fingers seeking between his cheeks with clear intent. “Oh, no,” Sage groaned, recognizing the feel of magic as his hole tingled, two fingers roughly thrusting in while he shouted. “Fuck… fuck, wait.”
“You sure about that?” Frey teased, watching Sage’s face, the brunette gaping silent and not so silent cries. He twisted his fingers, pulling the boy’s hole side to side, humming at just how tight he was. “Very nice, pup. You are very fucking nice inside. Damn, did that shifter fuck you twice?” He asked, catching the other scent of human. Frey licked his fingers, grinning viciously as he watched the young man try to gain more contact. He then shoved his fingers into Sage’s mouth, the brunette groaning, nearly choking as he reached as far as he could down his throat. “Fucked by a wolf and a man. Do you have a preference?”
Sage whimpered, Frey grabbing his jaw and snaring his gaze. “Seriously, bitch, which did you like better? Wolf or man?”
“I…” Sage blushed, realizing he was more fucked up than he had originally thought. “The wolf’s cock was… was really big and wet. And was in for so long.”
Frey groaned, tongue running over the boy’s face. “He tied with you? Ran you down, fucked you hard, and tied you. What a bad, nasty wolf.” He shoved three fingers deep into Sage’s hole, slamming in hard while the boy moaned. “Some shifters can be selective with their transformations. You find a nasty enough dog and he might fuck you with the type of cock you want. Very much the best of both worlds, that.”
Sage didn’t say anything, too busy crying out from the feel of the man’s thick fingers pumping inside him. Blearily, he wondered if Frey had ever been fucked by a shifter. The man looked like a slab of muscle but that probably didn’t mean anything for liking something hard up your ass. “Oh… that’s… god, yes.” Frey’s searching fingers found the spot inside his passage and pushed deliberately, the boy crying out as his vision flashed and darkened. Legs jolting, he rubbed his thigh up against the man’s pants, wishing it was flesh and not rough material.
“What do you think, pup?” Frey asked, fingers thrusting into Sage in slow, agonizing pushes. “Think you’re ready?”
Sage nodded his head frantically, hooking his knees around the man’s hips. Grunting at his eagerness, Frey removed his fingers from the boy’s tight heat, pulling away to unzip his slacks. Sage watched him through slitted lashes, a shattered moan breaking free when Frey pushed his boxer briefs down with a wry smile. The man was huge—Pornstar huge, dusky flesh flushed red rising from trim golden hair and curving towards the ceiling.
“Part of the job description of pack leader. You gotta be hung like a horse.” Golden eyes moving over Sage’s form, Frey slid his palm again between the boy’s slender thighs, following with his face to breathe deeply of his warm musk.
Sage just stared, biting his lip, eyes widening when Frey grabbed his narrow hips and pulled him down the desk. There was no way that cock was going to fit in him. “This… this isn’t going to work,” he whispered weakly, his body crying out in disappointment at the realization. He met the man’s questioning gaze, explaining softly, “You’re too big.”
“Sweetness, don’t you worry about a thing,” Frey murmured, a secretive smile twisting his lips as he bent over Sage and kissed his throat. “I’ve been fucking pretty tight holes for a long time. That, along with biting long throats and making cash happens to be my specialty.” He pulled the brunette’s legs up, feeling the toned limbs tremble as he wrapped them around his hips. “You’re going to like this. Hell, the way you’re designed, anything up that tight ass of yours will probably get you off.”
“It’s just—Oh!” Mouth wide in surprise, Sage fell silent beyond his strained breathing. Frey pushed the head of his cock harder against his entrance, the boy gasping, his cheeks spread achingly wide. He closed his eyes, whining lowly in his throat, feeling his hole opening to the unimaginable thickness. He released a burst of air on his exhale, a cry escaping his lips.
It was hot, so hot and stretching him so wide. A burning, sore sensation that was forcing his body to reform around Frey’s dick, inch by aching inch. “Oh god,” he choked, eyes flying open, finding the man staring at his flushed face intently. When Sage met his gaze, Frey leaned down, licking his lips almost sweetly.
“Alright there, pup?” He rumbled, his voice deeper with need, hands soothing over the boy’s hips before tightening again. “How’s it feel?”
“F-Full,” Sage said with a moan, the man sinking further inside him. “Hot… God, it’s so hot.”
“Does it hurt?” Frey asked, his breath coming out in quick pants against the boy’s hair.
“No… no, it’s good,” Sage managed to grit out, his body clenching around the thickness that just kept reaching deeper. Fuck—how big was he? “Oh god… oh god.” Head falling back on the desk, Sage whimpered loudly, not sure how much more he could take. God, it was so big, reaching so deep, forcing him open wider than anything natural ever should.
“That’s it. You are one filthy little bitch,” Frey growled, teeth nipping at the boy’s neck while Sage mumbled wildly. “Taking me all in your first time. That is some fucking skill, sweetness.”
Fingers clawing at the man’s hair, Sage could only moan, feeling when Frey finally reached the base of his length, the man gripping him hard and rocking into him as he tried to grind deeper. Sage sobbed, vaguely aware that he was covered in sweat, tremors shaking his entire body as he arched on the desk. His foot slipped, leg falling off the man’s hips, thigh aching as it spread wide to the side.
“I’m going to go slow with you, brat. Even though that scent of yours is begging for it hard,” Frey growled out, mouth tight on the boy’s ear, breath steaming over his damp hair. “Even though I know… fucking know… you’re going to be begging for more.”
Sage gasped, eyes rolling back in his head when Frey began to move, one of the man’s strong arms wrapped around his waist, angling his hips as he fucked him into the desk. Every long inch that had been pushed deep inside him was trying to retreat, Sage’s body clenching inadvertently, slick friction on the walls of his passage burning unbearable. Only to have Frey’s thick dick sheath back deep inside him, filling him beyond compare, pulling loud cries and uncontainable sobs from his shaking body. His fingers felt weak, arms pulling with odd weight as Frey took him with long, utterly thorough thrusts, his prostate rubbed each time.
It was too much—Too much to feel, the overwhelming sensations of each grinding stroke stealing more moans and more of Sage’s sight, darkness sneaking up at the edges of his field of vision. All that was left was Frey’s eyes, burning into him like golden hellfire, the man’s expression ferocious as he watched the boy gasp beneath him.
“Pup, you’re cumming a fucking river,” Frey observed hoarsely, pausing to wipe his hand between their bodies, bringing it up to the brunette’s face to show he was indeed dripping with seed. Sage, lips already wide, did not resist when those fingers were pushed into his mouth, feeling too weak to even close. Frey wiped the cum on the boy’s swollen bottom lip, half the fluid dribbling down his chin, the rest a bitter tang on his tongue. Then the fingers were moving over his face, Sage groaning as he felt cum smeared over his features, Frey reaching down to bring more creamy seed to cover his flushed skin. Starting from his cheek, Frey firmly pulled two fingers down, graffitiing the brunette’s flesh, down his jaw and throat. Again, he dipped his fingers into Sage’s mouth, brushing his tongue, forcing him to taste the sharp flavor.
“You dirty nice. Really, fucking nice.” Eyes drinking down the sight of Sage covered in sweat and cum, Frey began to thrust again, hands pulling the boy’s hips down into each pump, his motions growing erratic, a low growl rumbling almost permanently through him. Sage choked out cries with each forceful jolt, his arms falling down to the desk limply beside his face. The werewolf was impossibly strong, Sage feeling no more than a ragdoll, so small and fragile in comparison, unable to do anything but spread his quivering legs wider and take in everything Frey gave him.
“That’s it, sweetness… God, you’re doing so good, baby… so tight. Fuck, you’re getting tight,” Frey muttered, snarling into Sage’s throat. He pushed the boy’s legs up, driving into him relentlessly with each surge forward. Sage, head heavy on the desk, could only moan and jerk, his hole burning with aching friction, fire building and building inside as his channel clenched and milked the thick flesh moving inside him.
Sage gave a sudden sob, claws digging into his flesh, drawing blood, making his entire lithe body taut in need. Frey snarled again, holding him so tight, slamming into him as he pulled the boy’s narrow hips down a final time to jet deep inside his shaking body.
“God, yes… Suck it in. Get filled.” Panting heavily, Frey’s teeth scraped over Sage’s throat, pinching sharply, warningly. “Oh, sweetness, I want to keep you. Want to put you on a pretty leash and keep you on your knees. Ass end up, begging for cock.”
Sage moaned, his hole so unbearably full with the man’s dick filling him along with his seed. His hips kept rocking, trying to stroke it deeper inside, trying to get the man to continue pumping.
“What do you want, sweetness?” Frey ran his tongue roughly up the boy’s throat, over his cheek, stealing a long, uncoordinated kiss. “What can I get you to make you stay?”
“Please, just…” Sage released a heavy breath, fingers curling weakly into the man’s hair. “Keep fucking me. Need it, god, moving. Like the… the wolf.”
Frey wet his lips, groaning softly. “Kid, you telling me you’re not done? That you still want more after all the cum you lost, nevermind what I just put in you?”
Sage blinked up blearily, his glowing green eyes hazy and hungry. He rocked his hips again, feeling the flesh inside him softening. “Need it. So bad.”
Staring down at the beautiful young man, Frey pushed Sage’s sweaty dark locks off his pale face. “How do you feel about sharing, pup?” He kissed the red lips, nipping lightly. “Cus I got a few friends that might be willing to help you out. Well, to be honest, I think they’d get down on their fucking knees for the chance. What do you say?”
Swallowing hard, Sage rocked his hips again, whimpering when the man’s dick only receded more from his aching hole. “Please.”
Frey grinned, pulling out of the boy and shuffling through his clothes for his discarded cigarette. He lit it with a flash of magic from his fingertips, taking a slow drag while he pulled his pants back on. “You got a preference?”
Sage shook his head, panting weakly on the desk. “Any of them, um, shifters?”
Frey gave him a sharp look, exhaling smoke through his nose. “Sweetness, I might not kill every shifter that comes my way, but you’ll be hard-pressed to find one in a werewolf pack. They stick with their own. And if they get cursed, they kill their own before they let them go werewolf. I might be able to find you some sort of canine if you’re that hard up for dog dick.”
Sage scrunched his nose, hating the part of him that got hot at the idea. “No, werewolves are fine.”
“I got some sweet ones, don’t worry,” Frey assured, combing his fingers through his blond hair while moving to the monitors to see who was in the club. “Need the ones that can listen. Can’t have them hurting a sweet thing like you… How many?” He turned, the boy still groggy on the desk and not looking at him.
Sage gasped as a palm suddenly slid between his thighs, two fingers pressing into his hole.
“How many times do you think you want to be filled, pretty bitch?” Frey asked, eyes blazing as he pressed his fingers deeper, the brunette bucking and whimpering for more.
“I don’t… God, a lot. I just really need it. I can’t… I don’t know.” Sage moaned deeply, Frey finding his prostate and stroking it.
“Yeah, you are going to take a shit ton of attention, I think,” Frey muttered, taking the cigarette from his mouth so he could kiss the top of the boy’s throbbing dick. “Although, it’s about time I started training a few more managers.”
Sage just stared, gasping when the man licked his tongue out and swirled it slowly over the head of his hard cock. “Once we get you trained a bit, I’m sure you’ll be less needy.” He pushed his fingers harder into the boy’s passage, making the brunette arch and cry out.
“Let’s start with four, sweetness. Let’s see how you do with that.”