His cock was skewering Adlar's ass so deep he was amazed it hadn't killed the writhing body beneath him. "You taste it yet?" He asked, chest rumbling as he leaned forward to press his hairy chest to Adlar's smooth, sweaty back. He felt the muscles there moving beneath skin. "You feel my dick in the back of your throat, whelp?"
One of his powerful hands met Adlar's at the other man's cock, squeezing the base. There were more tremors to the clenching of the ring of muscle stretched around Alois' cock and, sensitive as he was, he knew Adlar was going to cum soon. He couldn't have that; he was nowhere close and wanted to ride this high to the end.
"Fuck," he moaned. He was no longer pulling out so far and slamming back in; what was happening now were short, brutal thrusts that clenched his strong abs, jabbing his cock deeper and harder, lodging it up against that sweet spot inside Adlar.
"Alois!" Adlar groaned, clawing at the bar-top. "Please, I'm so close." He was shameless with his begging, pressing his hips down to rut against the wood as he tried to find release.
In response Alois merely kept his hold, smirking against Adlar's back. He then dragged his teeth across a shoulder blade, following them with his tongue to taste the sweat there. It was salty and smelled like Adlar, so sweet and submissive, begging his alpha to let him cum.
"Not yet, whelp," he grunted. The muscles in Adlar's back moved beneath him still, and Alois felt the shameless grinding of his hips--against Alois' hand, against the counter top. Anything to help bring him to orgasm. It sent a shockwave of pleasure through Alois, but he didn't let up--and neither did his vicious fucking. "Make more noise," he demanded after a hard, sucking kiss with teeth against Adlar's spine. "Tell me how you love this."
Adlar arched his back and moaned, his body trembling with desire. "Love it," he gasped, "I love being fucked like this, oh Alois, please!"
Alois' other strong hand gripped Adlar's shoulder and pulled him back hard on the dick claiming him, just as Alois shifted his hips to plunge forward. With Adlar whining and writhing on his dick like this, it was getting more and more difficult to hold out. The other man's hips were constantly moving and his asshole was so hot, clenching and practically gobbling his dick up.
His balls were heavy, slapping against Adlar's ass as Alois thrust into him. It had been a while since he'd fucked anyone, especially someone so hot. This load was gonna be huge; he could tell.
"Fuck," he grunted, leaning down to again mark Adlar's back with his teeth; the grip on Adlar's cock tightened for a second and then released with one last squeeze. Alois put both his hands on Adlar's hips and leaned back, tightening the muscles in his abs and ass to start fucking harder, pounding Adlar's poor abused ass even more than before, with the desperation that comes from being close to orgasm.
"Yes!" The word came out as a sob. Adlar clenched tighter around Alois' cock, his head thrown back as he came. His moans turned into a long howl, the beast inside him finally sated.
Alois practically heard Adlar's cum hitting the wood when he was finally allowed. Adlar's hips were still moving in a frenzy, his asshole now so tight around Alois that he felt he'd never pull out. That would have been fucking amazing, he decided, but he needed to claim his dominance over this whelp, this submissive. The thought of it brought him that much closer to cumming, hips still pumping with all his force into Adlar's tight hole.
With that in mind Alois rumbled, "You belong to me, now. You know that, don't you?"
The fog seemed to dissipate from his mind, and now that he was satisfied, Adlar was defiant. "Do I?" He growled.
"I dominated you." Alois gave a pointed thrust of his hips, cock still lodged far inside Adlar. "I'll mark you." Before Adlar could move against him, Alois grabbed the other man's hair tight and pressed him down against the bar once more.
He almost didn't make it, feeling the pressure in his sac mount and then release. With it came the intense, sheer pleasure of cumming, and Alois had begun to shoot his load just as he finally dislodged his cock from Adlar's stretched and used hole. There was his precum dripping out of it and now he held his thick cock right between the cleft of Adlar's asscheeks, letting his thick, hot strands of cum spray all over the other man's back. It hit the hickies and marks Alois had left, making even more of a possessive statement.
It was a long time before he was done; he had blown a huge load, one that left even the wolf inside him curled up and docile. Alois moaned, staggering back a step to stare at his handiwork. "I own you, whelp," he said again.
Adlar was left panting on the bar-top, feeling the hot cum dripping down his back and legs. He enjoyed it, in spite of himself. Submitting to another man, another wolf, it was something he could definitely get used to. He rolled over lazily, still leaning back against the bar as he smirked up at Alois. "Fine," he purred, "You own me."
Alois grinned in return, showcasing his very large set of teeth. "You're damned right I do." The sight of cocky Adlar, naked and with the scent of Alois in and all over him brought a pleased rumble to the older werewolf's chest. He leaned forward and nipped Adlar's lower lip while sliding a hand up his thigh. "However," he intoned as his teeth slid from Adlar's throat down over the fuzz on his chest, "I don't mind letting you mount and have your fun, too." He bit down on a nipple. "So long as you remember who dominates."
Adlar hissed, sliding his hands into Alois' hair. The beast was stirring again. All thoughts of Sigurd and the hunt were pushed aside, he would tend to that in the morning. His fingers gripped Alois' hair tight, and he tugged on it, playfully pushing his head further down.
"The night is still young, Alois."
END :)
Other titles by Vivian London include:
Howl II: Bloodlust (Werewolf Domination)
Sequel to Howl - Adlar is a bounty hunter on a search for werewolves. When he goes on the hunt for an alpha werewolf, he finds much more than he bargained for. Sigurd isn't alone, and the two werewolves are intent on making Adlar submit to them.
Cabin Fever
Josh is still reeling from a messy breakup, and the best cure for a relationship hangover is a Boy's Weekend at the cabin. When a sudden storm interrupts their fishing, Josh and his friend Casey have to find other ways of entertaining themselves...
In Too Deep
Sean has had his eye on the mysterious, handsome man who lives in the apartment above his own. Will a late night encounter at the pool give him the opportunity he has been waiting for?
After Hours
It's been quite some time since Martin has been able to spend any quality alone time with his boyfriend, Ben. When he decides to surprise his busy lover after work, will Martin finally get some of that rough love he has been craving lately?
About the Author
Vivian London is a middle school Maths teacher by day and a smut peddler by night. When she’s not teaching maths or writing steamy stories, she’s lounging on a sunny beach near her home in Florida or curling up with a good book and a hot cup of tea. You can follow Vivian London on Twitter @LondonVivian or by visiting her blog at VivianLondon.blogspot.com
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