by Sy Walker
Zander cried out in bliss as the overwhelming friction of Drake’s body against his own and the sensual thrill of his fingertips brought him to the peak of his arousal. Zander shuddered as his cock wept into Drake’s hand, and Drake moaned in gratification.
“That’s what I’ve been waiting for, boy,” he said in his deep, rumbling voice. Zander moaned softly and turned to look at Drake. He felt a surge of heat and excitement go through him when he saw that Drake was rubbing Zander’s cum on his own shaft. It was still massive and full of an urgent longing for relief. Drake’s hand rested heavily on Zander’s shoulder and Zander tensed up, unsure of what to expect. Although he’d had fleeting crushes on other men before, he had never gone this far with one and certainly never gone all the way. Was it going to hurt?
His heart pounded hard in his chest as Drake thrust himself against Zander, grinding his cock against Zander’s body. Soon they were both panting and Zander’s shaft was already half hard again, before anything had even happened. Drake seemed to sense it immediately and reached around to grab his erection, meanwhile slipping himself slowly inside of Zander.
He had expected it to hurt. He had expected anything but the extreme pleasure he felt when Drake entered him. He had never known this type of intimacy was possible with another person. He had never guessed that anything could feel so good going inside of him. It had always been a forbidden, taboo subject, and he hadn’t given it much thought. But now that it was happening, he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from coming hard into Drake’s hand right away. He was worried that if he lost his load so soon, it would turn Drake off and this amazing feeling would stop.
“Fuck,” Drake said, as if to himself, pushing himself deeply inside. He was finally as deep as he could go into Zander, and Zander uttered a desperate moan. He wanted more. He didn’t want Drake to stop at that. He could feel his body contracting around the massive object in his ass, and took the initiative by thrusting his hips forward. Drake’s low voice grunted in unexpected pleasure as Zander’s body dragged along his shaft.
“So that’s how you want it, eh boy?” Drake said. He laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh of amusement so much as a laugh of determination.
Zander nodded dumbly. He wanted it more than he knew how to say. Drake’s laughter floated through the air, and the tenseness left Zander’s body. A powerful thrust from Drake’s hips had him crying out in deep pleasure as the man’s thick cock sent sparks of ecstasy all throughout his body. The sudden torrent of Drake’s activity made Zander lose himself in bliss. He’d never felt such an extreme arousal before, and now that Drake was showing him what it was like to truly be wanted, he knew he would never be able to go back to anything else again.
Suddenly, he felt Drake’s cock stiffen and tremble inside of him, and the low, sensual groan that escaped Drake’s lips left Zander’s mouth dry. An incredible eruption of hot semen flooded Zander and he could finally no longer hold back the intense pleasure that he had been trying to contain. Zander cried out as their bodies shared in the most erotic orgasms he had ever experienced in his life.
Drake’s powerful load seemed to last for ages, leaving Zander confused and impressed. No normal man came that hard. But he was beyond questioning it. His entire body felt spent. He allowed Drake to lift him from the couch and carry him carefully to the bedroom, where the two men laid down together in Drake’s big bed and fell into a sound sleep.
Chapter 8
Morning seemed to come too fast for Zander’s taste, and he was awoken by the sudden sound of a muffler. If he didn’t know better, he would have guessed that a gang of bikers was right outside Drake’s house. But that seemed impossible.
Drake jumped to his feet out of the bed and turned to Zander, a look of sheer panic etched all over his face.
“Get up!” he hissed. “And don’t fuckin’ talk. You have to hide!”
“Hide?” Zander asked, sitting up. He was still groggy. Drake took him by the hand and lifted him out of bed. Zander stumbled on the floor, pain making him wince, although it wasn’t as bad as yesterday. He still couldn’t fully walk yet, but his leg had definitely improved.
“I said hide, dammit! Before I get to the door. Don’t make a peep.”
“All right,” Zander agreed uncertainly. Why would he have to hide?
He paused, furrowing his eyebrows at Drake, who was staring in disbelief at Zander’s abdomen.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “Oh fuck. Shit!”
Drake punched the wall and ran his hand through his silver hair before dressing as quickly as he could. The sound of rumbling motorcycle engines was louder now, and a few of them sounded like they had parked. Just as Drake pulled his hair back into a ponytail, a knock came at his door. Zander had stepped into the closet, hiding under jackets he had pulled off the hangers above himself. Drake shut the door, throwing a box in front of it before heading to the door.
“Hey,” he said as casually as he could muster. Zander could hear everything clearly. The men spoke in crisp, ringing voices that were loud and deep enough to echo through the man’s small cabin home. Why was Drake being so strange? And why had he stared at Zander’s abdomen like that? It was true that he felt strange there, now that he thought about it. Had something happened?
“Morning Drake. That a new bike you got there?” a man’s voice asked. It sounded like the man had spent his entire life with a cigarette in his mouth and a beer in his hand. Zander felt suddenly nervous. “It smells human.”
“Yeah, buddy of mine found some guy on the side of the road, he messed it up bad but I wanted to see if I could fix it.”
“Whatever happened to him?” the gruff man asked.
“Oh, who knows,” Drake said as casually as possible.
“You really want to try and hide that from us?”
“Come on, Kane, I said I don’t know!”
“You think we’re stupid or something? You know the rules!”
The rules? Zander had no idea what they were talking about. He knew that bikers had their own code of conduct, but this seemed a little bit extreme, even for rebels like that. What kind of rebels enforced rules so violently?
“You’re hiding a human here, aren’t you, Drake?” Kane accused. “We could smell him half a mile away! You know what can happen if you mate with a human!”
Human? Mate?
Suddenly Zander didn’t feel so well. The walls of the closet seemed to be closing in on him, and he fumbled with the door, trying to release himself before he unleashed the contents of his stomach all over himself and Drake’s leather jackets. He fell out onto the bedroom floor, tangled in clothes.
“Oh shit, are you fucking kidding me Drake?! That kid is already pregnant isn’t he?”
Drake said nothing and soon the bedroom was being stormed by a group of angry looking men. They were all huge, muscular, hairy men like Drake, and Drake followed them in helplessly, his fists clenched.
“You leave your hands off him!” he exclaimed. “I really like that boy!”
The men ignored his pleas and picked Zander up by the back of his neck. Zander cringed when his leg hit the floor. The group of men stared down at his swollen abdomen and glared at Drake in disgust.
“You didn’t even tell him the risks, did you?”
Drake hung his head and stared at the floor. Zander cried out for him to help him, but Drake kept his golden eyes fixed on the ground. He was acting like someone who had just gotten caught doing something incredibly wrong, and he wasn’t about to dig himself in any deeper than that.
“Drake?” Zander called as the men carried him bodily out of the cabin. Zander felt everything he cared about falling apart around him. What was he going to do now? How could he have been so stupid? Trusting a stranger? And what in the hell was going on?
Zander was stuffed into the sidecar on a huge motorcycle. A burly, angry man glared down at him from his saddle and frowned deeply.
“What the fuck,” he growled to himself. Zander flinched down into th
e seat. It was such a strange way that Drake and his friends growled. Deep from their throat. He had never heard anything like it from any other person before.
Human.
The men had referred to him as human, Zander realized. What could they mean by that? Weren’t they human? What did they think set them apart from Zander?
“This little dipshit thinks he can just waltz in here and make himself comfortable with Drake?”
The voice speaking was oddly familiar and Zander turned, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He gasped when he saw the same man who had helped Drake by bringing his motorcycle to the remote cabin.
“Think you can just settle in like it’s nothing, huh? You think you can fit in with the big boys? What’s your game, kid?”
“My… my what?”
“Shut the fuck up Riles, we have enough problems right now. Get on your bike and let’s go. We’ll take care of this fuckin’ mess.”
“Whatever, Evan.”
Riles said nothing more and turned away furiously, mounting his bike and fixing a cold look on Zander as Evan sped away. A group of motorcycles surrounded them as they took off through the winding mountain roads at speeds that convinced Zander they were going to tumble to their deaths.
But they didn’t, and shortly arrived at a building that was surrounded by parked motorcycles. The sign out front was dilapidated and featured the image of a bear carved into it. A single word, “Claw” was scrawled over the image in red paint.
A chill went through Zander. Where was Drake? Why hadn’t he put up more of a fight? And did somebody say something about pregnancy? The truth was, Zander was in too much shock to really register any of what was going on. Everything was happening in a blur, and all he really knew was that he wished he was anywhere but in the sidecar of Evan’s motorcycle. He should have worked things out with Lindsay. He should have left Drake’s cabin when he had the chance.
But it was too late. Evan yanked Zander’s arm and forced him to walk, through his searing pain, beside him until they reached the door of the establishment. The sound of rowdy voices and loud music pulsated through the door onto the shoddy porch where Zander was standing before he was shoved through the doors and into a dimly lit bar, packed with lumbering bikers.
“The hell is this?” a booming voice demanded.
“We found him with Drake!” Evan announced. “Dumbass knocked him up.”
“A human?!” the voice demanded. A man came into the room who towered far above Zander and the other men in the room. The only other person who came close to that height was Drake, who was nowhere to be found.
“Yeah. We left some guys with Drake to question him and brought the human here.”
“Well now he’s gone and done it,” the huge man said, turning terrifying silver eyes onto Zander. “We can’t trust a human.”
Zander’s mouth was completely dry. He was in a dream, right? That was the only possible explanation.
“What’s your name, boy?” the man demanded, coming close to him and sniffing the air. Zander shrank away from him.
“Zander,” he whispered.
“What do you know about us? What has Drake told you?” the man demanded.
“He didn’t tell me anything! I don’t know what’s going on, I swear!”
“Drake claimed the boy doesn’t know anything,” Evan confirmed.
“Well he will know too much soon enough,” the imposing man said angrily, narrowing his eyes at Zander before turning away. “Lock him up while we discuss our options.”
“All right, Claw,” Evan said, nodding dutifully.
Zander yelped helplessly as the group of men dragged him into the corner. Before he knew it, he was in shackles.
Chapter 9
Zander was offered a sip of water. Evan held the glass to his lips and he drank, his heart pounding wildly as the deep voices of the wild men carried on a conversation about Zander’s fate.
“We can’t let him go,” Claw said. “That’s out of the question.”
“Not even if he doesn’t know anything?”
A young man, naïve in his own way, had been advocating for Zander’s release. Zander had immediately loved that kid, feeling a deep sense of gratitude towards him every time he spoke up in Zander’s defense. But his ideas were shot down quickly by Evan and the others and soon Zander’s tiny shred of hope shriveled to dust.
“He’s carrying one of us,” Claw hissed. “He would find out eventually and take the news to other humans.”
“We’re probably going to have to get rid of him then,” Riles said, his dark eyes glittering sadistically. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“Of course you wouldn’t,” Evan laughed. “You’ve been after Drake for years. But he’s not into you, why don’t you just take a fuckin’ hint already?”
“Fuck off,” Riles growled. Evan’s laughter was cut short and he stood up abruptly from the table.
“Oh, you wanna be a big man about it?”
“Enough!” Claw barked. Everybody in the bar jumped and the two men sat back down at the table.
“Well we can’t get rid of him right away anyway,” Evan said. “He’s with child.”
“So? It’s not the worst thing in the world to get rid of them both. Drake should know better than to spawn like that.”
“We’re not getting rid of the child,” Claw said firmly. “You know our kind are becoming endangered. Any new life is a blessing. We keep the cub.”
Cub? Zander wasn’t sure he had heard them properly. What the hell was going on?
“Well if that’s true,” Zander’s young attorney said. “Why can’t we just embrace the fact that he’s here and helping to propagate the species?”
Zander’s heart once again went out to the young man.
“We can’t trust that he won’t run away and rat on us. If it’s true that Drake didn’t tell him anything that means it’s more dangerous. We can’t trust him if even Drake didn’t trust him. You know he’s next in line to be alpha, after Claw.”
Zander was really getting tired of Riles coming after him. Fortunately, his young attorney wasn’t deterred.
“Well he’s clearly terrified and doesn’t know what’s going on. He knows if he told anybody about us, he would suffer.”
The young man met Zander’s eyes from across the room and the boy’s eyes glimmered menacingly. Zander’s arm broke out in goosebumps. Maybe the kid wasn’t quite the savior that he thought he was. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
“I don’t think threats are enough to work on this kid. He’s going to give birth in just a few days. Look how far along he is already! I’m not sure we should let him live that long. You never know who might be looking for him. People like him leave a trail. Did you take his cell phone?”
“He didn’t have one. But if anyone finds him while he’s pregnant, there’s going to be real trouble. You know the pups grow more quickly before they’re born than after.”
“Yeah…”
Zander’s eyes widened and he glanced down at his abdomen. They had taken his shirt away so they could keep track of the baby’s growth. Since the morning his stomach had developed a deep purple color and the men around him stared at the slowly swelling mound from time to time throughout their talk.
How could he possibly believe any of this? Maybe it was all just some elaborate prank? Maybe Lindsay had reached them somehow and set him up. But that seemed impossible. Even though she was cold and calculating, she wasn’t smart enough to find him off in the remote wilderness. How could she? He had left all of his ties to the world behind.
And even if it was a prank, how would anybody be able to give him these strange pains in his stomach, the swelling and the plum color of the mound? No, something strange was going on. And it had everything to do with Drake. The way he had seemed to be more than the human man that Zander thought he was while they were making love. He was more than all of the men there.
Zander blushed. After all this trouble and confusion, wh
y was he standing up for Drake? He had gotten him into this mess. He hadn’t told him anything about who he really was. He had kept secrets, and worse than that, he had somehow impregnated Zander with who knew what kind of child. Were they aliens? He’d heard stories about abductions on the radio a few weeks prior. But no, that didn’t seem right either. There was something very natural about them. Something that belonged in the wilderness, like where Drake lived.
“Well we have to do something with him,” Riles growled. Nobody was willing to acknowledge him after having Claw yell at him for fighting with Evan.
“I’m figuring it out,” Claw said, standing up. The room grew silent and all eyes followed the tall man as he disappeared into the back of the bar.
The rest of the men began to file out, and Zander listened as their motorcycles rumbled off in the distance. He had really begun to like the sound of the bikes when he had gone out on his own, and when he had been rescued by Drake. But now, the sound left him feeling cold and more alone than he had ever felt before. Why was all this happening to him? And where was Drake?
Chapter 10
Zander woke up abruptly. The bar was quiet and dark. There were only two men left, sitting up at a round table across the room. They seemed tired and anxious, like being in the bar all night had left them feeling cooped up. Zander watched them curiously as one man stood up and stretched, then sat back down again, leaning back in his chair, and putting his feet on the table. The other man just stared at the wall, absently shuffling a deck of cards.
They had been appointed to watch over Zander and make sure he didn’t make a break for it. Zander had fallen asleep with his back against the rough wooden edges of the wall, and something had awakened him. It wasn’t the men impatiently shuffling at the table. It was a sound. The feeling of something familiar. Drake.
But that was impossible. Why would Drake be anywhere near the bar? Unless he was in just as much trouble as Zander was in, which he wouldn’t doubt, considering they had both apparently broken some strange rule. He wasn’t sure he knew what was going on, but he was starting to dream a lot about bears. About the cub in his body, growing with him. A part of him now.
