Gay Paranormal Romance: Daddy Wolf (Gay Shifter Mpreg) (MM Paranormal Omega Romance)

by Sy Walker

  Angus could see the thoughts running through William’s eyes, “You are just lucky you never faced me as a wolf.” The imposing frame of Angus MacCreedy leaned toward William, whose slight frame lacking of sword was no match for either of Angus’ forms. “Relax,” Angus laughed pushing William playfully, “We’re friends now, right?” All three men laughed. William was trying to take his cues from James who seemed cool and confident. William knew that he would be okay.

  “Stewart has 2000 reinforcements and that really only puts our odds at two to one.” Angus said pointing at the map. “The Hammitch Road is the only road big enough to march that army down.” William knew the road. It was a winding road surrounded by hilly outcroppings and forest. “We will deal with it the highland way.”

  William had been dealing with the highland way his whole military career. Lachlan would always lead the big grouping of soldiers and William would clear out the forests with small bands of soldiers. William knew that a hit and run attack from the trees was not going to stop his father’s force. “What about here?” William pointed to a small outcropping of trees. Across the road from a u-shaped cliff, “We could bottle them up here.”

  “How do we do that?” Angus seemed affronted. He seemed to think that saying “the highland way,” was a substitute for making a real plan. William looked over to see James’ reaction to his plan.

  “How do we bottle them up with our numbers?” James asked when his eyes met William’s. “They will just charge through our lines.”

  “Not if our lines aren’t human.” James and Angus exchanged a look as William’s words sunk in.

  “Attack as wolves?” Angus was more wondering to himself than asking. He stroked his chin. “We can’t shift unless there is moonlight.” William could tell Angus had reservations. “This is what happened the first time our clan was undone. We attacked as wolves, Argus MacQuarrie led the attack, but he was killed by an arrow in the first minutes of the fighting.”

  “So?” William was confused. Leaders died in battle all the time.

  “If the clan leader dies without being replaced then no one can shift.” James explained.

  Angus was nodding his head and looking at the map table, “They went from 500 fearsome wolves to 500 unarmed naked men in a matter of seconds. It was a blood bath.” Angus was pouring himself a drink, “It has taken us a generation to grow our numbers again. As it is we only have 200 wolves, the rest of the clan doesn’t have the gene.”

  “So we slow them up,” William said as the plan started to unfold in his mind. “The road is fairly mucky as it is, but what if we dropped trees across it,” William studied the map, “Here, and here,” He used his finger to trace lines along the road. “We could even use lamp oil and start a few fires. It is so wet we wouldn’t lose much of the woods.”

  “What difference does that make?” James asked as he tried to follow William’s plan. James didn’t want to slow down the battle he wanted to win.

  “We don’t let them get set up.” William said. “They won’t be able to fire arrows, because they’ll be too busy running.”

  James was drinking in the information, but Angus was really getting excited. “This island is going to be ours once again nephew.” He threw a big bear hug around William squeezing the air out of his lungs. Angus hugged James and the men slapped each other’s backs. He didn’t wait to hear anymore, but walked right back into his dressing room. “Why are your clothes on?” He shouted. James shook his head and laughed. He grabbed William’s arm and they walked out of the room.

  William woke up in a tiny room with his head resting on James’ chest. They had been forced to find a room on their own, because they refused to go into the dressing room and talk to Angus. “Good morning,” James was already awake. He was half sitting with his head in his hands. William had been sleeping with Fingon and other men for many years, but never actually sleeping.

  Even though everyone knew about his sexual appetites, William had to at least pretend to hide his affairs. He had never known the pleasure of waking up in the company of the one that he craved. He stayed pressed against James’ bare chest and drank in the morning sun. The little amount of sun that the arrow slit of a window was letting in.

  “I couldn’t find any clothes your size,” James said as he started to get up. William wasn’t ready to move, but he obliged. “A washer woman said she would hunt some up today. Angus is three times the size of...”

  “Everyone,” William cut in. They both laughed. They headed down to breakfast. James was now fully dressed, although Angus’ shirt was a little big, but William was still only wearing a tunic. It occurred to him as he walked into the large hall that it had been well over two weeks since he had worn any type of pants.

  The breakfast smelled much better than the tough deer of the night before. James brought William to the head table with him. William waited for James to pass him food. He was hungry and he wanted to just grab it, but he couldn’t do it. He knew the mechanics of it, but his arms could do nothing but patiently wait for the food James offered him. James smirked as he dropped a plate of goose eggs and burnt toast in front of the confused nobleman.

  “You are mine, remember?” James laughed and ruffled William’s hair. James took a long swig from a mug of strong brown ale and passed the half empty mug to William before taking another mug. William wasn’t mad, he owed James his allegiance, and he had a desperate craving for his approval. William dipped his burnt toast into the goose yoke and stuffed it hungrily into his mouth.

  William was put in charge of setting up the blockades. He was worried that the men wouldn’t listen to a man in over-sized, borrowed clothes. His torn, brown trousers were two sizes too big and were only held on a piece of hemp rope. The tunic was a new over-sized tunic, and it fit a bit closer than the one William borrowed from James, but the nobleman knew he looked like a small child trying on his father’s clothes.

  When the young nobleman got a look at his men, he knew that everything would be fine. His crew was the ragged soldier, the blind man, who had replaced his ripped shirt, and the large, blank faced man. William and the first two were chopping down trees and the blank-faced man, whose name was Tybart was dragging them across the road with his team of oxen. “He works well with the beasts, because he is at least half an ox himself,” Joff, the blond man laughed.

  William had always loved the woods, but chopping trees that morning he felt connected to the woods on a much deeper level. He was free. He had never had his freedom taken away before. The son of noble birth had led a rather charmed life, rarely thinking of anyone other than himself. Now he was a part of something, and he was helping James recover his birthright. A birthright that William’s grandfather had stolen from him.

  William remembered laughing at the stories of his nurse maid, as she talked about the large creatures that Declan Stewart and his men had fought off when they took the Ulva Island for the good side of the family. The Stuarts of Glasgow looked down upon the Stewarts of Ulva, even though the name sounded the same it had a very different meaning in the world of nobility. William was happy to be away from that world.

  Right there in the forest he was a man, a man with an ax in his hand. As the blade dug deep into a towering oak tree, sending vibrations through William’s hands and down his arms, this is where he was meant to be. William took a deep breath and swung again. The trunk let out creek and William stepped to the side to let the great tree fall. He sat for a minute enjoying his triumph. The moment was ruined by the appearance of Tybart and his confounded face.

  As the oxen dragged the tree away, the tattered Gregor came running up to William in a panic. “The ground shakes under the weight of the heavy horse.” It was Lachlan and his conscript soldiers. “We need to move.”

  William and his band moved on to the next blockade. It was just passed noon as they started to head down the road. William knew that it would only be an hour before his father would reach the first blockade. They would need to work faster
.

  When they reached the new location William sent Gregor on to the MacCreedy holdfast to get more laborers working on the blockades. Joff was still working well and Tybart seemed completely unphased by the events of the morning, but Gregor was positively undone by the rattling of a little dirt. “I know that I have been lucky to survive this long,” Gregor explained to William. To the young nobleman’s eyes Gregor looked to be at least 50, and that was a nearly impossible age for a peasant rebel to reach. It was clear to Gregor that his days were numbered.

  The work went smoother without him and the new recruits were necessary to the cause. William sunk his ax into a new trunk and reveled in the stinging vibrations that travelled through the handle. He was already tired, but his father’s coming had add strength to his arms.

  “Tybart took his ox and went home.” Joff said as he came up behind William. “I think he just wants to feed them, but it is so hard to talk to that man that I never bother.”

  William knew that there was nothing he could do, but wait for more workers. He shrugged and swung his ax. “We will drop a few more trees and then fall back to the last position. There had to be more oxen and maybe even a more communicative driver somewhere in the rebel camp. It seemed like the entire island was loyal to the MacQuarrie cause. “Who else has oxen?” William asked. Joff didn’t answer, William turned to see where his companion had gone and the blunt end of an ax was all that he saw before the ground rose up to smack him in the face.

  “There he is,” It was a voice he knew all too well, “Thirty pieces of silver,” Lachlan Stewart said tossing a velvet pouch to Joff. The peasant looked quizzically at the old noble. “It is a reference to...oh forget it, get out of here!” Lachlan yelled, more exasperated than angry. He had always hated the common people of Ulva. It was one of the many reasons that they hated him right back.

  “Father, I missed you at dinner last night,” William quipped. He found himself in his father’s carriage, Lachlan only rode his horse in the cavalry charge, and otherwise he stayed in his carriage. William had also notice that he was bound in a sack. Joff must have thrown him in there to bring him to market, “I hope he got a fair price for me,” William looked at his father who would not meet his gaze.

  “You must have known that there would be a price on your head?” Lachlan seemed disappointed in his son. “I will have to beg your pardon though, I am going to hold off on your execution for the moment.” The Lord of Ulva had a casual air about him as he poured himself a mug of ale. “I am going to crush this rebellion and then have your head put on a spike outside the gates of MacCreedy’s little guard post.” William stared out the window refusing to answer his father.

  Lachlan Stewart had always been hard on his son. He had trained him to be a warrior and a leader. His son had excelled at both. The problem was his son’s personal life. The Lord of Ulva could not except that his son chose the company of men. It reflected poorly on the father, who saw his own sexual prowess as the stuff of legend. The greying nobleman had thought that the flogging might fix his son’s affliction. Lachlan was passed the point of caring. William had sided with the rebels and that was too grand an affront to bear.

  “What is going on?” The elder Stewart yelled as he opened the door and looked for an answer.

  “There are trees along the road again sir,” William knew the voice of his father’s steward Yarwick. “It is going to take some time to get these trees cleared unless...”

  “We are not using the horses!” Lord Stewart boomed. “We have 2000 men, surely there is a way to clear this rubble without damaging my war horses.” William almost laughed as his father charged out of the carriage to inspect the work. The Lord did love his cavalry charges. Lachlan was not half the warrior he thought he was in his own mind.

  William was also excited to hear that the second blockade had been built after all. He was sure that his father’s army was going to walk right through and take the MacQuarrie troops unawares. It had been weighing heavily on William’s mind. Now that he knew that they were aware of what was going on, William started to think about his own life. Hands bound behind his back, his feet were bound as well, and William was only half sticking out of the sack Joff had thrown him in. He fought against the restraints, but it was of no use. Joff had done a very good job.

  As William lay on the floor twisting and turning he felt the door open behind him. His face lit up as Fingon came stealthily through the little door way. “Fingon, quick get the ropes.” William said as his friend helped him into the carriage seat.

  “I can’t,” Fingon’s words hit William like a hammer blow. The Captain of the Guard could see that William was confused. “If you go missing they will know it was me.” Fingon ran his fingers along William’s face. “I just needed to say good bye.”

  “What?!” William threw his head back in exasperation. “So you are still going to kill me?” He asked still facing skyward. The Stewart family crest on the ceiling seemed to be mocking William, but he couldn’t bear to look at Fingon at that moment.

  “I just thought we could, you know...” Fingon was running his hands up and down William’s constrained body. William’s nostrils flared as he tried to fight off Fingon’s advances. It was just too easy for the stronger man to hold him down. A strong hand slid down William’s stomach and as the fingers dipped inside his pants the hand went limp.

  “Jam...!” William shouted as the larger man pulled him in and kissed him deeply on the mouth. William had so many questions, but they were not important in that moment. He opened his mouth to invite James’ tongue inside. William could feel James’ right hand caressing his body as the left held firmly unto William’s flowing brown mane. James reached inside William’s baggy trousers. William writhed as the strong hand grasped and tugged expertly.

  In the back of his head William knew that at any moment his father might enter the carriage, but with James near him, none of that mattered. He could feel the pressure mounting inside of him. William had moved himself onto James’ lap and was grinding feverishly against his crotch. William desperately wanted his hands and legs cut free, “Pleaseee,” he moaned. James only laughed as William’s face contorted and his liquid love shot forth soiling his borrowed pants.

  “Cut me free,” William said as he leaned forward to help James reach the bindings. He didn’t wait for his feet to be loosed. William got down in front of James. He was kneeling on top of the unconscious Fingon, but he barely noticed as he undid James’ pants and took him in his mouth. He could feel James’ hips thrusting as he sucked hard on the tip.

  James had his head thrown back and it felt so good he never wanted it to end, but a moan from Fingon brought the lover’s back to Earth. James shot forward and hit Fingon hard on the head, and the guard was silent again. James went right back into the seat. William looked to make sure Fingon was out. As soon as he put his mouth back on James’ member a warm fluid filled his mouth. William swallowed it all eagerly. William lay back against James’ chest.

  That was when he noticed the borrowed armor. James had snuck into the carriage dressed as a Stewart guard. William had barely noticed the crest on James’ chest. “We waited for a few of them to come into the woods to pee. I of course let them finish,” James said, “I never kill a man mid stream.”

  They tied Fingon up and put him in the bag. The Captain of the guard had always been a bigger man, and his armor hung very loose on William as they stepped out of the carriage. Gregor had been standing guard outside the carriage with Tybart also standing, but not nearly as alert. William felt better about how his armor looked when he saw the tiny bit of mail and steel that Tybart was trying to pass off as his armor. I guess they don’t have any men that big in father’s army, William thought as the blank-faced man adjusted his misaligned codpiece.

  They walked casually toward the woods with no real problems. It was after all approaching twilight and the men were hard at work clearing a path. As they moved outside the column William noticed that some of th
e infantry men were already heading on through the much narrower road way. Everything was going to plan.

  That was when a heavy pounding of hooves caught William’s attention. Three mounted guards were approaching rapidly. They pulled up alongside the rebel party. “The column is leaving, all infantry are to be in their ranks.” Said the always very official Sir Luther, he had been a member of the Stewart guards for as long as William could remember and it would not take him long to recognize what was going on. William knew he had to think fast.

  He walked with his head down so as not to be recognized, and when he got close enough he pulled Sir Luther off of his horse. Before the other two men knew what to do, William had unhorsed them both with a swing of his sword. The clanging metal had caught some unwanted attention, but James grabbed a horse and Gregor and Tybart jumped on the other. The rebels were away in the woods before any in the Stewart army could get ready to mount a proper chase.

  “We’ll have them soon enough,” Lachlan Stewart shouted. “We’re moving forward.”

  Meanwhile in the forest, William was sure that his father would send someone after them. “Gregor, spur that horse, it is time to flee!” William yelled to the two common riders who were falling far behind.

  “This is as fast as she can go with me and this lummox.” Gregor shouted back. “Tybart outweighs most of his oxen,” The big man said nothing as the ragged soldier continued to complain.

  “We have to help them,” William said as he held his reigns and jumped on behind James and the two of them led the rider less horse back to Gregor. Gregor jumped on and the horses moved easier. Tybart still brought up the rear, but he was keeping a decent pace considering his vast size.