POV
Adam

Nights had gone by, but I hadn't yet left the dungeons. I wondered if I was kidnapped. Still, when the drive hit me, I wanted to be fucked and A'mosh was good at giving me just what I needed.

Days were going by, my phone was dead. I was certainly considered missing by my friends.

Yet, the dick was good, the sex was addictive, I didn't want to just get off, I wanted A'mosh to get me off.

# # #

"Gore... fuck!" I was screaming, A'mosh or I should say Gore came to see me. He took me about three hours before, without a word. My back was against the bed seconds after he walked in. He was in me seconds after that.

I was scratching his back to bits, and he snarled loving it. "Ahhh... How are you this wet?" He asked, staring down at me with those dark black eyes. Soulless eyes.

"Fuck meeeee Alpha!" I screamed thrashing under him, his pounding stroke becoming faster. My back arched causing my hips to lift, he grabbed them and pulled me into him.

"Fuck you're so good... So good fucker." Gore growled, pushing me down and laying flat against me.

My head slipped back, and the wolf snarled deep, tonguing and licking my neck. "C-Can I cum?" I asked. "Not yet slut, I want you begging!" Gore roared.

He suddenly went up on his knees sitting back on his feet, he took me with him carrying me into his lap. He stroked up while I slammed myself down.

"Ohh fuck!" I cried, loving his cock, needing everything he was giving me. Feeding my addiction.

"So loose and wet for me." He groaned, squeezing my hips until I was sure they'd be bruised. I'd never been pounded like that day, no one fucks like A'mosh, and definitely not when Gore's in control.

"I wanna swallow it... Let me swallow it." I begged, feeling his cock thicken, knowing he was going to shoot. He pulled out and flipped me upside down, sixty-nine style.

"Tongue my hole." I moaned, before swallowing him to his trimmed pubes. His hands grasped my ass, squeezing and spreading the mounds.

I moaned around the thick shaft in my throat, as his tongue pushed deep inside of me. My hands ran up and down his hairy thighs. I pulled back, moaning to him about how good his tongue felt.

He tongue kissed my hole, kissing and sucking on my entrance, while I nursed on his tip. My tongue licked beneath the hood of his foreskin.

"Ahhh shit... Nibble that skin whore!" Gore moaned, squeezing and slapping my ass.

Without a word of warning, he exploded his salty thickness splattering and coating every single one of my taste buds.

He snarled humping my face, I drank his entire load, and as the last times, he was still hard. "More!" He growled, flipping me forward onto my back. Climbing over me to continue his onslaught.

# # #

Two hours later I was on my back, coated in cum and sweat. I was struggling to recover, my body kept twitching, my eyes wouldn't stay open.

I felt A'mosh leaving the bed, for some unknown reason my mouth fell open and horrible words fell out.

"Will you stay?" I asked. I looked over at A'mosh, my eyes widening as realization set in.

"Why?" He asked, standing there fully exposed, his cock still wet.

"S-Sometimes I wake up, and I want to go again," I said, quickly trying to cover up why I really wanted him to stay.

I wasn't even sure why, but it certainly wasn't because I wanted more... I mean I could handle more, but Gore wore me out.

I was confused, maybe it was Stockholm syndrome, but that would mean I was kidnapped and I just didn't see it.

It wasn't like I was asking to leave, I had three hots and a nice bed, not to mention masterful sex.

"I'll stay." He said, pulling me from my thoughts. He walked off going into the bathroom, I listened as he ran water.

What was I doing, did I like him, I don't know. Whatever I was feeling, I'd never felt it before.

I wanted to know him, know him outside of sex. I wanted to find out what made him tick, but I couldn't, I wasn't sure how, and it was clear I was only around for fuckin.

"Come soak with me." A'mosh called while walking back into the room. I stretched, yawning and throwing off the sheet around my body.

I stood up and had to wait a few seconds because my thighs were still trembling.

"You good?" He chuckled. "Screw you." I laughed, walking towards the bathroom. He followed behind me, whistling and complementing my ass.

He climbed into the circular tub of steaming hot water, sitting down and holding his arms out. The tub was big, big enough for four, yet he pulled me into his arms, my back against his chest.

Did that mean something, did he like me or was it just a meaningless happening. We sat like that for a while, just in silence, comfortable silence.

Until A'mosh broke it, "Are you ready to talk about what happened that day?" I sat silently, he'd been asking about it since the incident, but I kept putting him off.

I was fucked out, too tired to put up a fight. "I... Sometimes... When I said I was a sex addict... I meant it. That was me manic." I answered.

"Manic?" He asked, "When I get like that, the only thing that matters is cumming, it's so intense... Scary." I said.

As I spoke he used the soap to gently wash my body.

"Can I see it again?" He asked I turned to look back at him. "See what?" I answered, answering his question with a question.

"I wanna see you manic, how do you trigger it?" He asked. "I-I can't," I said. "What triggered it at that time?" He asked. "I didn't have sex for three days... But pl-please don't do that again... I can't hand..."

"Shhhh, calm down Adam, we don't have to, at least not that way. We'll figure it out." He said, biting my ear.

"When are you gonna get rid of me?' I asked. "Are you ready to leave?" A'mosh asked.

That was a bold question if I said no, would he think it meant something, I didn't know, so I went with a cliche answer.

"I like fucking you, I mean I really really really real..."

"I get it little one." He chuckled, and my pulse quickened at the nickname, what was happening.

"But?" He asked. "But I'm tired of this dungeon, I wanna go outside," I said.

"You wanna go home?" He asked, his voice going dead. "No," I said, quickly, hating the way he sounded. "I can move you to the pack house, you can stay in my room." He said.

"Can you take me to get some clothes from home?" I asked. "I can have Sarah take you shopping. On me." He added, and I pulled away from him.

"What's happening? You becoming a puss?" I asked. "No, it's like you said, the sex is addictive. I'm not ready to mark you." He said.

"Mark me?" I asked.
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POV
A'mosh

I was laying in bed with Adam, I'd told him my great shame. I told him all about my inability to find my mate.

I couldn't understand it, I just suddenly felt like I could tell him anything. "So why haven't you marked me yet?" He asked, running his index finger through my chest hair.

"I don't know... Well... I don't want to, because when I do... When you aren't my mate I'll hate you and I'm not ready to hate you." I answered, sniffing his candy smelling hair.

"What if I am your mate?" He asked, "I don't think so, human mates are extremely rare." I sighed. "Only one way to find out." He giggled.

"It's a pain even you couldn't handle, when I bite you, it'll feel like your blood is on fire. You'll be in agony for days." I explained, trailing my thumb down his spine.

"Ouch, what if I am though, would it still hurt?" He asked. I looked up at the stone ceiling, stroking his soft skin gently, allowing myself to fantasize.

"No, if you were mine, my bite, my mark, it would make you cum without any aid from me," I said.

"I wanna try." He said, somehow excited by the danger.

"We will, but not yet. Sleep now little one. I'll take you to the pack house tomorrow." I said, reaching over and flipping the light switch, plunging us into total darkness.

I drew soft circles on the skin of the small of his back, all was silent until Adam started softly snoring.

(Why did you stay with him, he is not our mate. Do not get attached) Gore warned, yet he wasn't as angry as he was letting on. (Are you trying to convince me or yourself?) I asked.

He snarled softly, but he didn't respond.

# # #

The next morning, Adam put on my shirt and some pants I borrowed from the pack lost and found. He looked different without all his piercings. He was prettier.

"How do werewolves feel about humans?" He asked. "They'll be fine with you, as long as you don't get scared, we can smell fear and the pack will kill you," I said, holding my laugh in.

"I'm just joking... You'll be fine." I said laughing. "I'm going to have Sarah take you shopping, but don't bring up what happened, I erased it from her memory," I said.

"Erased it?" He asked, "Yeah, she doesn't remember, it's like a vague dream, but don't trigger her." I said, "You got everything?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready.

# # #

An hour later Adam and I were sitting in my bedroom. He was sitting on my bed, running his hands across my fur blankets.

His excitement was evident in the way he took in everything, my fireplace, the flat screen TV, my bar and mini fridge.

"So this is how werewolves live?" He asked. "Yeah, normal right?" I asked. "Not really, I mean, so many people, like you all, are basically a cult." He said, smirking over at me.

"We are not, we're a pack. Being together and close keeps us safe, it's better this way. Separated we run the risk of being killed by hunters." I explained.

"So all the creatures that people think aren't really real are real?" He asked. "Most of them yeah, you wanna have lunch with me before you go to the mall?" I asked.

He agreed and off we went, he questioned me about everything he saw, pictures of my parents, how many rooms were in the pack house. It was just question after question, he was like an adorable child.

When we were downstairs in the kitchen, he raided the fridge, refusing to eat my cooking after I offered him a sardine sandwich. "What are you making?" I asked.

"I don't know, when I cook I like to be inspired, let me see. This is a huge pant... Whoa." He stood in front of the pantry, unmoving his eyes transfixed.

Behind the pantry door, there was nothing but food. I mean it never stopped, but if he was impressed by that he'd die when he saw the walk-in fridge inside the dining hall.

"I haven't seen this much food in one place since I was living with my parents." He said, pulling things out. I wanted to ask him where his parents were, but I didn't want him to think I was trying to be nosey.

Luckily he just kept talking, "Of course that was before I came out and they threw me out." He said. That outraged me, humans are so fucked up.

"How old were you?" I asked. "Fifteen, but don't worry it wasn't that bad." He said, but I saw the way his shoulders sagged, the way his head hung down.

"You survived though, it says you're strong. What are you making?" I asked again, watching him wash his hands. I won't say I was hard up for a real meal, but the kitchen Omega aren't actually the best and my mom wasn't around, so yeah I was hard up.

#   #   #

Sometime later we were sitting down in front of a piping hot skillet, a skillet of food porn. Inside it, were four huge chicken breast coated in mozzarella and bubbling tomato sauce.

It was such a human thing to make, yet I didn't mind. It looked and smelled incredible.

"It looks really good, you can cook," I said, serving him and myself. I quickly tucked in, flavors exploded on my taste buds and I moaned, "Oh my goddess it's so good."

"I'm glad you like it. Can you pass me the bread?" He asked, and I took a few pieces before giving him the basket.

"Holy shit! What smells so good!" Shawn's voice yelled from somewhere off near the living room. Before I wanted Shawn was entering the kitchen.

"Oh, hello. Who are you?" He asked, walking into the kitchen. "My name's Adam, I'm a friend of A'mosh's." Adam greeted

"Oh, A'mosh must really like you, he's never brought anyone home. Especially not a human. I'm his best friend, by the way, the name's Shawn." He introduced himself, all while pissing me off.

"You must be special, my friend doesn't normally allow sleepovers. Give me a bite." Shawn said, bending down to me. I scowled but held my fork out to him none the less.

He slid the fork into his mouth and his reaction was the same as mine. "It's really good, please say you'll be here to make dinner." Shawn fake pleaded.

"Okay," Adam said, Shawn, stood up slapping my back. "Stone's wedding is coming up. You should ask Adam to go with you." Shawn offered.

"Shawn go start the drills, please and thank you," I said, wanting to get rid of him. "Fine, see you in a few Alpha. Can't wait until dinner Luna." He said, running out of the kitchen when I jumped up.

"What's a Luna," Adam asked, and I internally growled, pissed at Shawn for running his mouth. "A Luna is the mate of an Alpha. He thinks you might be my Luna because I don't normally keep prostitutes for more than a night." I said.

His face contorted at the word prostitute, but it went back quickly, I hadn't meant to say it like that.

"Well, I'm honored Alpha." He said smirking.

"I probably wouldn't make a good Luna anyway. I'm not exactly faithful." He said. "No, if I marked you, our bond would be unbreakable, and my prick would keep you more than satisfied," I said.

He smiled looking down, "So are you gonna invite me to the wedding?" He asked. "Do you wanna be my date? It's short notice but you'll do." I said, snickering at his scowl.

"Yeah, I'll go with you. I'll find something to wear while I'm out." He said I nodded.

#   #   #

I was sitting in my office, Adam left with Sarah three hours before. He didn't exactly seem like the shopping kind, but clearly, I was wrong.

I'd just gotten off the phone with Stone Sr, his son Stone Jr was planning to marry his mate in the human tradition.

It's uncommon amongst werewolves, but Stone Jr was raised alongside humans. His mom and dad are mates but back in the day... when I was like nine.

Stone rejected his mate Lucas, they were separated for six years. Stone Jr was born from one night of passion.

Now he's the Alpha of the Brickston pack and he's getting married.

Stone Jr's mate Soren is an Omega, born from a Beta. He's a strong one, we all call him little fire. They were supposed to get married five years ago when they were both nineteen.

But Soren ran off for some reason and left Stone at the altar, I was so embarrassed for him, but I'm glad they're making it work.

I'd confirmed my attendance at the wedding, I probably wouldn't have thought about going if it wasn't for Adam. I couldn't help it, being with him was nice.

I didn't mean to, but my mind kept dreaming up fantasies of him and me together. Yet I knew that's all it was... A fantasy.

Around five there was a knock at my office door, I was absorbed in the work I was doing. I was creating the work schedules for the next two weeks.

Just normal shit like who would watch which border, who would run drills, the regular. I sighed rubbing my eyes and focusing on the door.

"Come in," I called out. The door opened and Adam walked in, he was wearing a mesh suit that he was naked under.

His entire body was exposed as he stood in the doorway. I growled, "Get in here!" I demanded. He walked in shutting the door behind him.

"You like it?" He asked, spinning around, letting me see everything. I loved the outfit, it left my cock brick hard. "I love it, but I don't want other people seeing you like this," I commanded.

(Possessive why... The boy isn't our mate) Gore asked, making a noise of annoyance. "I got something else, sit down and I'll show you," Adam said.

I walked around my desk and sat down, Adam walked around and stood in right of me. His everything on display, his soft little prick, his bubble butt, and perky nipples.

He was a living sex puppet and I wanted him bad, watching me he went down on his knees. "Lift up." He said, his hands on the waistband of my sweats.

I lifted my hips and he slid my sweats down, letting them pool at my ankles. My hard-on sprang up uber fast almost slapping Adam's lips. "I brought a new tongue ring, it's mine but I got it for you." He said.

"Turn it on." He added, sticking out his tongue to show me the dark purple barbell-shaped piercing. "Just twist this part." He said, using one of my fingers to show me.

I twisted the bar and felt his tongue fill with vibrations, I groaned aching to feel it on my cock. Without waiting for me to sit back, Adam went to town.

He wasn't one of those teasers, no he liked getting straight to the point, he liked gurgling my dick and I liked watching. The way his eyes stayed focused on me. The way he smirked with my tip in his mouth.

I moaned squeezing the leather of both armrests when he placed the vibrator against the metal of my Prince Albert. My toes were curling and uncurling, my canines were extended, filling my mouth with the taste of my coppery blood.

"Damnit!" I snapped as someone knocked on my door. Adam crawled under my desk, pulling my chair closer to him. The knocking continued and Adam sat there.

I was almost certain he would behave, but I was wrong. As soon as I told the person to come in, he attached his lips, tongue, and throat back to my cock.

"Alpha, Delta Keaton, and some boarder wolves captured three rogues. He and Zeke have requested your presence." The  Omega Anthos said.

"Tell them... Tell them I'm comi--- I'll be... ... ... I'll be there." I struggled to say, wanting to moan. "Alpha are you okay?" Anthos asked, his sky blue eyes surveying me.

"I'm... Fine... Now go." I commanded, feeling my balls tighten up. Fuck either I was crazy or his blowjobs were getting better.

As soon as the door closed I slid away from my desk, removing myself from his greedy mouth. I yanked him from beneath my desk and brought his lips to mine.

The kiss was long and hard, it was hot. When I pulled away Adam was panting his eyes still slammed shut. I turned him around and pushed him against my desk.

"I'll buy you a new one," I said, ripping a bigger hole in his mesh body suit. A hole right where his asshole was. His hole was exposed as he was bent over my desk.

My office door wasn't locked and I didn't give a fuck, I instructed Adam to climb up on the desk, he did and I slid my chair forward.

The position made it easier to devour his ass, something I'd only ever done with him. And from the lengthy moans and groans that spilled from his lips, I knew he loved it.

When my tongue was tired and Adam was sloppy wet, I pulled him down off the desk and straight onto my waiting prick. We both groaned in ecstasy.

The rest of the day was his, I'd go check on the rogues, but I had to have Adam, I wanted him again and again... Maybe six more times after that. He was insatiable and so was I.

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