Savage Alpha

by Fel Fern

  He gathered the shaking Esper into his arms and hugged him tight. Daryl relaxed against him, leaning his back against his chest. Fuck. Daryl’s scent was so enticing, but he reeled in his wolf, his arousal.

  “You’re here now, safe, and I’m glad you told me that.”

  “Y-you are?” Daryl twisted in his arms and looked up at him. At that moment, Daryl looked young, innocent, and trusting. “I mean, you’re not disappointed?”

  “Why would I be? It’s the exact opposite. I’m fucking elated I’ll be your first.” And your last, Deacon didn’t add, because the last thing he wanted was to scare Daryl away.

  “Okay. Good. Can you kiss me again?”

  “Whatever you want, little Esper.” Deacon claimed Daryl’s mouth, this time taking Daryl slow and tender. When he pulled away, Daryl touched his kiss-swollen lips with what looked like wonder on his face. “Let’s get these clothes off you.”

  Deacon leashed in his inner wolf, who kept pushing him to take Daryl rough and hard. Make the Esper his. He needed to be careful, needed to take into consideration this was Daryl’s first time. He kissed Daryl again and edged him toward the bed, until the back of Daryl’s legs hit the footboard. Deacon pulled his mouth away, liking the dazed expression on Daryl’s face. He touched the hem of Daryl’s shirt, and the Esper lifted his hands to speed up the process.

  A rumble tore out of his throat at the sight of Daryl’s smooth, lean body. Fuck. He could barely keep his libido in check as he worked on Daryl’s jeans next, hesitating when Daryl put his hands over his.

  Blushing, Daryl said, “I want to see you undressed, too. Please?”

  Oh, Deacon decided he liked hearing those words from Daryl’s lips. He tugged off his shirt with impatience, didn’t miss the look of appreciation Daryl gave him. Most of his ex-lovers were usually intimidated by him. Some complained he was too rough, but Daryl looked nothing but excited.

  Deacon growled in approval as Daryl took off his jeans, then his boxers. The sight of Daryl’s thickened erection made him grin. Deacon got rid of his bottoms, only for Daryl’s mouth to drop open.

  If Daryl was intimated, he certainly didn’t show it. Instead, Daryl said, “My, Mister Alpha, what a big dick you have.”

  * * * *

  For the second time that evening, Deacon let out another sexy, deep laugh, which only made Daryl further aroused. Daryl had seen dick pics on the internet, but Deacon could certainly give all those models a run for their money. The Alpha was massive, and he wondered if Deacon could fit all that inside his tiny hole.

  As if sensing his nervousness, Deacon approached him, eliminating the distance between them, and tipped his chin. “Shh. Don’t worry, little Esper. The last thing I’ll do is hurt you. I’ll guide you. If you’re in any discomfort or pain, tell me. I’ll slow down, understand?”

  Comforted by those words, he nodded. Daryl shouldn’t be surprised by Deacon’s level of control, the unexpected tenderness. The Alpha dealt fairly with both the stronger and weaker members of his pack, after all.

  “Crawl into the bed. Lie on your back,” Deacon instructed.

  He obeyed, only to see Deacon disappear into a door that led to the bathroom. The Alpha returned with towels and lube. In understanding, he lifted his legs so Deacon could put the towels underneath him. Then Deacon joined him in bed, sliding on top of him but keeping arms on either side of his head, probably to keep his weight off him.

  Daryl took that opportunity to admire the hard, firm lines of Deacon’s massive body. He felt tiny compared to Deacon. Once again, the knowledge the Alpha would never hurt him filled him with relief.

  “Talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Deacon asked.

  “Thinking about how big you are.”

  Deacon chuckled. “That a compliment?”

  “Yes?”

  Deacon lowered his mouth to his, but instead of lingering on his lips, the Alpha placed more kisses down the side of his neck, seemingly fascinated by the spot between shoulder and neck. With a little snarl, Deacon moved lower, showering his chest with more little kisses and playful nips. Needing something to hold onto, he sunk his fingers into the thick silk of Deacon’s hair. The Alpha didn’t seem to mind, merely closed his mouth over one nipple and sucked.

  He groaned, especially when Deacon curled his big fingers over his needy shaft and began to stoke him, back and forth, fast and slow. Then Deacon gave his tip a pinch, at the same time biting down on his nipple. His balls tightened against his body and he climaxed, crying out as he spilled his load all over Deacon’s fingers.

  His mind hazed over, and it felt too good to be embarrassed he came so soon. Deacon lifted his cum-covered hand and put it to his lips. Knowing what to do instinctively, he sucked at Deacon’s fingers.

  Deacon snarled, approval on his face. “Good job, but don’t get all comfy. We’re just beginning.”

  Chapter Five

  Daryl shuddered at those words. He could already imagine Deacon sinking his huge dick inside him, claiming him in the most intimate way possible, making Daryl his. Daryl never thought he’d ever wanted to be possessed by one man, couldn’t comprehend why anyone wanted to be owned by another, body and heart. Now, he did.

  What he felt for Deacon felt like so much more than desire. It was an all-consuming, drowning need. Daryl didn’t quite dare call it love. It was too soon for that, and yet the look in Deacon’s eyes told him the Alpha wouldn’t be just content with conquering his body.

  What next? That question lingered in his mind, but he refused to think about the future now. Only the present mattered.

  “Take me, Alpha,” he whispered, the words feeling right on his lips. “Make me yours.”

  “Scoot a little lower,” Deacon said, patting the edge of the bed.

  He obeyed, only for Deacon to lift his legs over his shoulders. Daryl blushed, aware of how incredibly exposed he felt, his balls, dick, and asshole within Deacon’s direct line of sight. The Alpha didn’t take him right away. Deacon swiped the remaining jizz off his cock and sucked his fingers.

  Daryl was pretty sure his face was bright red by now. Deacon traced his dick and balls, and circled his little hole, as if inspecting him. Damn, but that only made his dick pulse to life back again.

  “Hmm. Interesting. Seems like Espers can recover as fast as shifters,” Deacon said.

  He blushed even harder. “Does it amuse you to see me discomforted?”

  “Not at all. I want you to be comfortable with me, little Esper. It’s just you and me here. No need to be ashamed of your desires.”

  “Then I want you in me.”

  Deacon chuckled and reached for the lube. He groaned when Deacon put his slicked fingers into his hole, teasing the outside of his puckered entrance at first before pushing one digit in.

  “Tell me, have you touched yourself here, little Esper?”

  Shit. Daryl was seriously becoming fond of that nickname. No one ever used a term of endearment on him before but from Deacon it sounded so sensual, made him feel special, like he was the most desirable man in the world for the Alpha.

  “Don’t lie to me,” Deacon added.

  “I play with myself, masturbate when I’m lonely.” Daryl could die of shame admitting those words, except Deacon smiled.

  “Next time, I’ll watch you play with your dick, but know this.” Deacon pushed a second finger in, making him moan. “This hole of yours, and your cock and balls, they belong to me now.”

  Those words made his heart hammer furiously against his chest. “Are you always this possessive in bed?”

  “Only for you.”

  Those words rattled him, but he didn’t dare hope, knowing when morning arrived, he’d just be another hook-up for Deacon. Yet instinct told him he was different from all those other lovers Deacon took before. Daryl would admit he was jealous. He wasn’t a shifter, but he sure as hell felt territorial over Deacon now, even though only a shifter’s mate had that right.

  Deacon began wideni
ng him for access, at the same time playing with his cock, pumping and tugging at his prick until it rose to half-mast again. Patient wasn’t the first thing that came to mind when he thought of Deacon. He wondered if Deacon was being gentle with him because he told the Alpha he was a virgin.

  “Talk to me, Daryl,” Deacon repeated.

  Daryl sensed worry and concern on the Alpha’s end and remembered Deacon had encouraged him to speak his mind earlier. “Are you being this nice to me because you found out I’m a virgin? I mean, you don’t have to be considerate. I can handle you.”

  Deacon curved his lips to a smirk. “Can you now? Do you think I’m doing this for your benefit? Think again. I plan on enjoying you all to myself, but I can’t have you all worn out.”

  The Alpha wasn’t being entirely honest with him, either, Daryl realized. Fine with him. If Deacon wanted to play the bastard to convince him he wasn’t noble, then so be it. Deacon finally took his hand away and replaced it with his cock.

  Daryl widened his eyes at the sight of Deacon’s engorged prick, steel-hard and leaking pre-cum.

  “Daunted?” Deacon asked him.

  “Fuck me already.”

  He groaned when Deacon pushed the cockhead in. Daryl gasped, raking his nails all over Deacon’s shoulders as Deacon blanketed his body over his and pushed in deeper. Deacon brushed his lips over his, distracting him from the burn, then released him to say, “Breathe in and out for me. I’ll make it so good for you soon that you’ll beg me for more.”

  Daryl took deep breaths, and Deacon was right. Once the Alpha moved past the stubborn ring of muscles, it went a lot easier. Finally, Deacon’s balls rested against the curve of his ass. Deacon’s prick filled him completely, seemingly stretching the walls of his ass to its limits.

  “Hurt?” Deacon asked, voice harsh.

  Looking at those amber-flecked black eyes, he realized it wasn’t just Deacon the man he spoke to, but also the fierce wolf that lived within Deacon’s skin.

  “No. I’m fine. Please, Deacon.”

  Daryl didn’t know exactly what he begged for but Deacon seemed to understand. The Alpha began to move, strokes slow and steady, replacing the initial pain with pleasure. Daryl groaned, gripping Deacon’s triceps and holding on as Deacon rutted him. Pressure built inside him. His dick turned from half- to full-mast the longer Deacon fucked him.

  He found himself meeting Deacon for every thrust, and the Alpha moved faster, deeper, seemingly capable of breaching his most intimate places. Daryl gasped. They didn’t speak now, merely let their bodies do all the talking. Each time Deacon pushed inside him, it felt like the Alpha claimed a little more of him.

  Daryl didn’t care. He wanted to drown in sensation, in the golden-eyed gaze of the glorious, possessive male on top of him. Deacon shifted his hips, then he widened his eyes as Deacon hit his sensitive spot. The Alpha kept aiming for his prostate, making him gasp and his back arch.

  “I’m so close,” he whispered.

  “Me too. I want to see you come undone again, little Esper.” Then Deacon bit his neck, not hard enough to draw blood but definitely deep enough to leave a bruise. Deacon pinched the tip of his dick at the same time, and the pressure building inside him burst open. He climaxed, screaming out Deacon’s name as he came, painting Deacon’s six-pack abs with strings of his cum.

  Daryl felt Deacon’s jizz in his ass soon enough. Thank God shifters didn’t catch anything, because he didn’t want any sort of plastic barrier separating them. Deacon pulled out of him a minute later, using the towel to wipe them both clean. The Alpha then disposed of that and joined him in bed.

  Daryl scooted further up, only for Deacon to tuck his body next to his. He expelled a sigh of contentment, positioning his back against Deacon’s hard front. Steel-band muscled arms closed around his body, warmer than any blanket.

  Deacon kissed the nape of his neck, the gesture terribly intimate, or was that all in his imagination? No matter. Daryl didn’t want to ruin this moment by asking about what would happen next. Tomorrow would eventually come, but he’d savor and treasure tonight. Daryl didn’t regret approaching the Alpha at all.

  * * * *

  Certain Daryl had fallen asleep, Deacon slowly pried himself away from the Esper. Reluctance filled him a moment later as he rose to his feet and took those precious seconds to study Daryl.

  Daryl could be a firecracker when awake, but asleep, the Esper looked content and at peace. Fuck. Deacon would give anything to wake up to this sight every morning, to end his nights with his dick buried inside Daryl’s tight little ass, his arms around Daryl’s slender body.

  Tying himself to Daryl, though, might have disastrous results. Before his father met his mother, his father had been ruthless. Mating his mother made the former Alpha weak, negligent. Daryl wasn’t as helpless as his mother had been, except sentimentality could eventually lead Deacon to make a mistake. One mistake could doom his pack the way it did his father in the past.

  If those humans didn’t go for his mother, then his father wouldn’t have fallen so easily. As much as he loved the woman who bore him, raised him, and taught him kindness, there was no denying she’d been the Alpha’s weak link. That was one of the reasons why he’d been against Forrest mating Dave.

  Deacon only had to look at the rest of his family. Instead of taking a dominant male, an equal for a partner, Sabine mated a healer. In the end, Alex’s death nearly broke her. Deacon scrubbed at his face.

  Taking the Esper as his mate wasn’t completely off the table, but Deacon needed to think about this more. His wolf hovered close to his skin, needing to be let out, to run. Deacon leaned over and planted a kiss on Daryl’s cheek. The Esper mumbled something in his sleep but didn’t wake.

  Deacon padded outside. Through the pack bonds, he sensed Santino and Sabine nearby. Sabine, watch over Daryl, he thought and felt a confirmation from her through the pack bonds. Daryl would be safe in the heart of his territory, but he’d grown protective of the Esper, and it would soothe him if one of the few people he trusted would make sure no harm came to him.

  He reached for his wolf and the change came easily. Deacon’s wolf practically ripped out of him, reflecting his inner turmoil when it came to Daryl. Fur covered him. Bones broke, reformed, and organs rearranged themselves.

  Once on all fours, he ran to the closest line of trees. After running quite a distance, Santino’s dark chocolate wolf fell alongside him. They ran in companionable silence for a while, which suited his mood just fine. When Deacon fell into a black mood, only the siblings could pull him out of it.

  Deacon wore himself out running, but Santino kept up with him, not complaining. He wouldn’t be surprised if those two discussed his situation ahead of time and decided Santino was bigger, stronger, and could probably match his pace if Deacon wanted to tire himself out by running. Deacon long ago accepted their natural protective tendencies over him. He might be Alpha but he wasn’t cocky enough to realize he could do everything on his own.

  To be a good leader, he needed to rely on those he trusted, and he relied on his inner circle for support.

  The siblings usually understood his moods better than anyone, and right now, his wolf liked the feeling of running alongside a packmate who give him the workout he craved. Hours passed. Night turned to day by the time they returned to the cabin.

  Santino brushed his fur against his for the first time since their run. Deacon gave him a bump, telling him to butt out of his business, then a snarl of thanks before they parted ways. The scent of something enticing hit his nose. Pancakes maybe, or was it just his little Esper’s unique scent?

  Deacon shifted back to human and entered the cabin to find Sabine still in wolf form, curled on the rug in the living room. She wasn’t asleep, though, merely resting. She rose to all four paws to greet him. He affectionately rubbed at her ears and looked up to see Daryl working the stove. The Esper was dressed in one of his shirts, watching him curiously.

  Deacon realized he liked see
ing his shirt on the Esper. He released Sabine, who padded to the door he left open, probably to give him more alone time with the Esper before he attended to his duties of the day.

  “You don’t seem surprised a werewolf’s in the living room,” he remarked.

  “I saw her outside on the porch this morning and thought it would be better for her to wait inside. Did you order her to watch over me?” Daryl asked, skillfully flipping two pancakes on the frying pan.

  That surprised Deacon a little. Then again, it would just be like Daryl to invite Sabine in.

  Deacon marveled at how Daryl managed to find all the utensils and ingredients in his kitchen in the first place. He quickly put on the pants he discarded last night and stood next to Daryl, watching the Esper cook them breakfast.

  “Are you mad?” he asked. “About me telling her to lookout for you?”

  Most people would be, but Daryl looked calm.

  “No, I understand that you’re just being you. Dave says it’s a dominant wolf’s instinct to protect, so it’s as natural as me using my Esper abilities.” Daryl made a new batch of pancakes on the pan and continued, “You’re pretty close to them, aren’t you? I thought I saw Santino outside, too.”

  Deacon stilled. Safe. His wolf didn’t see Daryl as an enemy, but if he were, Deacon would consider the Esper as a danger.

  “They’re my childhood friends,” he answered casually.

  “They’re something much more. Your bond to the two of them seems deeper than the other enforcers or your Beta. They also provide you some kind of mental protection. Am I wrong?” Daryl regarded him after stacking all the pancakes on a plate.

  “Dangerous little Esper. Most don’t figure that secret out easily,” he murmured, crossing his arms.

  When Deacon took over the position of Alpha, he’d been a mere boy, but even back then, he knew that to become strong, he needed an edge, all the weapons at his disposal. To make his pack invincible, he needed to grow strong, too. He gave the siblings a choice and both of them promised they’d go where he would.