by J. K. Jones
He sits on a large rock, pulling Ryu beside him. “What is your plan?”
He always has a plan.
“I want to lure him out,” Micah responds. “Make him an offer he can't refuse. I know what they want. He wants to lead the Filthy Claws clan without our interference. We can give them that, once the clan is properly stabilized, we will give them that. Those are my terms. If he refuses, we will have no choice but to crush them all.”
Ryu thinks about it. Would the leader agree? He doesn’t seem like the type. From his youth, Ryu recalls the way they used to talk about the Silvercrest Howlers, their eyes held such malevolence towards them, and it seems the feeling was mutual. In his opinion, the best solution is for them was to leave and never come back. The Silvercrest shouldn’t meddle with the Filthy Claws. Regardless if they needed the assistance or not. What seemed to be born out of goodwill, turned to violence and destruction.
“I have something for you,” Micah flushes as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver chain neckless. “It was my mother's. I want you to have it.”
It’s beautiful. A simple chain, shining and glittering in the sunlight. Ryu stares at it, blinking back tears. “Do you not like it?” Micah says, alarm covering his features. “I’m sorry—I thought—you are to be my Omega and my Second so—I—” he stammers helplessly.
“It’s stunning,” Ryu answers. “I just—nobody has even given me anything before.” The tears suddenly spillover, and he takes the necklace shakily in his hands. It’s the first gift he’s ever received in his whole life. Other than the candies Micah used to bring him. Amaya gave him gifts, but it wasn’t like this. She usually bought him clothes or things he needed. Nothing sentimental. Nothing that makes his heart want to burst from his chest.
“I love it.”
Micah puffs his chest out with pride. “Good. As my Omega, you should. I will bring you more gifts. I want to court you properly.”
Ryu feels hot all over. He ducks his head and smiles through his tears.
They kiss again and again.
Yes, God yes. Loving Micah is certainly the best.
Chapter 30
Things are quiet for a long time. The Filthy Claws do not attack. They hang back, seemingly gathering their numbers and waiting for the most opportune time to make their move. Ryu and Micah find themselves in the cave near the ravine daily, their mouths latched together in an unholy battle of sin.
They rut like beasts in the fields, their hands shy and desperate in their exploration. Ryu knows that he is in love, so deeply in love, it could kill him.
Because Micah doesn’t belong to him.
He belongs to the Pack, to the Silvercrest Howlers.
Still—they mesh together, hearts and souls bleeding into one. On this day they are fully clothed, Ryu on top of Micah, rutting fitfully against him. Micah shudders, gripping his narrow waist tightly, moaning long and deep. “Ryu. Please. You smell so good.”
He stops, face flushing a deep red as he buries it in Micah’s neck. Freesia fills the air. It’s thick like fog, muddling his senses. Oh no. He should have known.
It’s been a month since he’s been here.
Of course, he would have his heat. All the symptoms were there, the crying, the hopelessness, the utter devotion, and reckless inhibitions.
“Shit.”
As if on cue, his stomach cramps, and desire rips through him like shredding paper. “Fuck.”
There is no one around. Nobody can see Ryu straddling Micah, his body wedged between his legs. Nobody can see them thrusting together like mad in the dirt.
“Let me—” Micah demands, his blazing. “I want—we are mates. Will you allow me?”
Ryu doesn’t understand anything he’s saying.
“I—”
What? What are they doing? Micah is going to be married soon. He hasn’t even called off his engagement. No. They shouldn’t do this. Ryu begins to pull away, but his body flares in mutiny, his cock swells, and slick runs down his cheeks. “Ah.”
“Let me,” Micah says roughly, his hands grip him tightly. “I’ll take care of you. It’s my duty. As your Alpha. No-one else but me.” He repeats himself several times as if Ryu hadn’t heard him.
Suddenly the cave is saturated with White Sage.
Oh God—He triggered Micah’s rut.
“S-stop—” Ryu gasps, however, there is nothing behind it. He wants this—badly. More than he’s ever wanted anything. The necklace hangs between them, Micah kisses his neck, lavishing the taut skin with deep bruises kisses. “Wait—”
“Mine,” Micah says, nearly half-deranged with desire.
“Not there,” Ryu cries. “Please.”
Micah stills immediately, he draws back to stare at him through a thick fog of lust. “Okay. We’ll go slow. Please—I need—I want you—please.”
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Ryu is agreeing before he can even think. They take off their clothes, black combat boots and gear lay in the cave. Micah constructs a make-shift bed of dirt and leaves, trying his best to make it comfortable. Ryu’s stomach is raging.
It coils and he huffs as sweat trails down his brow.
The second Micah is naked they both shy away. His chest is massive, arms rippling and bubbling with each flex and tense.
Their lips touch, briefly at first, light pecks delicate like flushing magenta flowers. The slight touch sets his nerve endings on fire, tingling raw sensations rips their way down to his core.
Micah hugs him tighter, fusing their lips, and begins kissing him more urgently. Ryu is all roses and raw sugar, luscious drops, and decadent mulberries.
A burst of flavor; so very splendid and supreme, that Micah falls deeply into damn near immobilization of joy. Glittery rays of colors are terpsichorean before his eyes and he pulls Ryu closer, opening his mouth and teasing him with his tongue.
This is so new, so euphorically new that he doesn’t try to decipher it.
All too soon heat invades his loins, stirring his cock, filling it with desire. Gentle touches turn rough, hands exploring uncharted flesh as he grips this boy in his arms.
Their kisses become sloppy; Micah is no longer conscious of how he is moving and instead is doing everything on impulse. Their tongues wage war, thrusting and dancing, lips crushing and devouring.
Their hands claw at each other and Micah takes a moment to lay Ryu down on the bed, gazing at his open chest, sensually exposing his pretty pink cock.
Micah moves quickly, exploring Ryu’s narrow, pubescent hips before moving downwards to grasp his firm, taut ass. Micah starts kneading plush globes and grunting into Ryu’s mouth.
He spreads Ryu’s cheeks, groaning softly when he finds how smooth and silky his skin is. This must be what heaven feels like.
The air crackles between them and he is assailed by how much he cares for Ryu —how much he wants him. He would fight all the clans just to have him, just be with him one last time.
“Micah,” Ryu pants, his lips a bruising cherry red, it doesn’t slip his mind that they are both still virgins. They continue kissing languidly, discovering each other’s mouths. Ryu has the pleasure of tasting and suckling on Micah's lips until they are ruby red. He’s so content at this moment, filled with such devotion and he takes his time to gaze at Ryu in his naked beauty.
Ryu is fascinated by the wispy hair that lightly covered his chest and his hard cock, which lay nestled on his stomach.
After a few minutes of light kissing, Micah moves his hips forward and startles when his cock brushes against Ryu’s thigh.
“I can’t—hold back any longer—” Micah says desperately.
His slick is soaking the ground beneath them. “Okay! Yes!”
Micah crawls down his body, reaching his thigh, his eyes bleed yellowish gold, the color vibrant and luminous in the light, his canines elongate, his face changed, and he bites down hard, his sharp teeth piercing Ryu’s thigh.
Blood erupts from the wound; Ryu cries out as the
pain tears through him. He barely has any time to react before Micah is kissing him again, the taste of copper and iron floods his mouth.
“Ugh,” Ryu hisses.
The movement itself, brief and swift, kindles ardor. Micah moans, takes Ryu into his arms, fisting his long hair and kissing him deeply. Ryu gasps, mouth automatically opening as Micah claims him again.
“Don’t stop.”
Micah inhales sharply at the soft, yet insistent command, and all the preconceptions of his universe shift, as his mouth latches onto Ryu’s with a hungry assurance that there was no place on earth he’d rather be. The hand on his lower back dips down, sliding innocently between his ass crack, and Micah jerks his entire body forward. Their kisses have turned brutish, more tongue and teeth clashing together, Ryu spreads his legs.
Their cocks slide together and Micah shudders and spasms as he feels the slick, virgin skin for the first time. It’s not like he was expecting; Ryu’s long, thick cock is oozing milky white pre-cum making it slippery and wet. Micah thrust his hips forward, gripping Ryu’s hips so tightly he’s sure he’ll leave a bruise.
Words fail him and he lets his instincts take over as he jerks his hips forward, relishing is the sparks of pleasure that jolt through him. It strikes Micah then that they have become insurmountable lovers, wide-eyed and high-strung-off passion.
Micah grabs the base of his cock tightly; he’s trembling so hard he can barely see straight. The gravity of the situation fully weighs down on him; it’s horrible and earth-shattering at the same time.
He cups the plush pale globs and spreads them wide, getting a glorious view of Ryu’s puckered hole which is slightly swollen from the abuse by his fingers.
There is a special sensation bubbling up from his gut, butterflies are flapping wildly, and he can hear his heart thundering in his ribcage.
Holding the base of his cock he eases in, passing the first ring of stiff muscle and watching it stretch over his cock to accommodate the girth.
The heat feels like hell-flames, searing hot, constricting, and coiling around his cock like an iron fist. It’s everything he hoped for, yet nothing at all like he was expecting.
Ryu is so tight.
Micah nearly convulses, shoving his cock in until he bottoms out. Ryu cries out again, body stretching over his Alphas large member , makes him feel like he might split in two.
Micah presses a kiss to Ryu’s shoulder blades, careful not to crush him or make any sudden movements.
Micah pulls all the way out before thrusting back in, it’s incredibly hard at first because Ryu is so tight, but he manages to do it easily after several deep thrusts.
He buries his face in Ryu’s neck, plunging his cock in and out; getting lost in their mutual delirium. It feels like a furnace, so pleasant, so splendid he wishes he could melt right into Ryu and stay there forever. He puffs against Ryu’s neck, thrusting calmly, serenely like he had all the time in the world.
“Oh…fuck….” Ryu yelps.
Micah grabs a fist full of Ryu’s hair, angling his head so he can kiss his neck savagely. He watches Ryu drift at sea, storm-tossed on a wild tempest of golden arousing bliss. Micah is drowning in his essence, the earth moves, the bud bursts into a full flower and something inside him snaps.
Like a piece of his former life finally falls into place, he holds onto Ryu tightly as his hips thrust forward. They fuck vigorously as Micah chases his release, marveling at the feeling of heat wrapped around his cock, squeezing and clenching around it.
Ryu cries out as Micah strikes his prostate, the sudden jolt of pleasure flushing his face entirely red. Micah is insatiable, pounding and jackhammering Ryu’s ass, fucking him wildly, brutally, feeling his balls constrict and tense.
Micah captures Ryu’s screams with a lewd kiss and returns them with equal fervor.
He is so close.
Ryu sobs a bunch of babbled nonsense and arches his back. Micah is ruthlessly racing towards his relief; he barely registers that Ryu has reached between them and is stroking his cock furiously.
There’s a swift grunt, a strange inhuman animal sound, then Ryu is soaking in his cum, squirting the milky juices all over their stomachs.
Micah fucks him through it.
Plunging his hips forward, in and out, rampant like a wild bull. Ryu can feel his orgasm building, pending like a typhoon just off the horizon.
Micah groans low and deep, feral and crazed, balls tightening.
Tinsels of red, blue, white and gold explode in front of his eyes, vision blurs and his entire body judders from the impact. Ryu is blind, white lights and shockwaves of torturous pleasure tear through his entire body. Ryu feels his knot swell, grows ten times large causing another orgasm to rip through him again and again. The knot shoots pearly white-hot release inside him and he feels his slick mesh with white nectar.
Micah collapses on top of Ryu, gasping loudly for air. Ryu is completely blissed out and glowing with a radiant red hue.
“I love you,” Micah chants breathlessly. “I love you.”
I love you too.
Chapter 31
The Māku blisters a purplish red. It’s hideous. The flesh around the wound charred and ripped, his thigh looks like someone took a chunk out of it. And Ryu couldn’t be happier. It stings when he walks and does his drills, it feels like pure agony when he sits down. But all of that doesn’t matter, because Micah is finally his. They are mates in every sense of the word. Ryu walks with a small limp, his body still deliciously sore from earlier. Michael is having a pack meeting today, to congratulate some of the wolves for their bravery on the battlefield. Although they haven’t seen much action since they arrived, it’s nice to have a change of pace.
Ryu walks to the military tent; his steps are slow and measured.
It’s been a few weeks since their mating, his Māku isn’t at all strong. Luckily, it’s faint and can be easily dismissed as nothing. Micah said that they shouldn’t scent each other because if they did then the Māku would become stronger and stronger, and then everybody would know they were mates.
After they made love Micah laid there for a long time, his brow furrowed, lost in thought. Ryu had fallen asleep immediately afterward, blissed out and sore from the previous events.
When he awoke Micah was silently getting dressed, his face turning silently stony. We should get back. He had said. Although Ryu wanted to lay there a bit longer, he knew that Micah had to get back. The minute he tried to get up, he nearly screamed in agony, the wound on his thigh was still bleeding, looking horrendous in the evening light.
Micah panicked.
He tore off parts of his shirt to stem the bleeding, both of them equally confused as to why it wouldn’t stop. Ryu got dressed as best as he could and Micah ran to get a doctor, someone he knew to keep their secret. Afterward, the doctor examined Ryu stating that the Māku had been successful, but since it was done in the wrong spot and not on his neck, it would take longer to heal. Micah sent the doctor off, swearing him to secrecy under pain of death, and helped Ryu back to his tent.
He stayed long enough to make sure he was settled in before going back to his quarters. Ryu hasn’t heard from him since, but that is normal in times like these. As much as he wants to spend every waking moment with his Alpha, he knows Micah has responsibilities.
