POV
A'mosh

Fuckin Adam had been on my mind for days, it's like I was thirsty for him, it was an almost-hunger, but as Alpha, my duties to the pack come first.

See pack hierarchy is not difficult at all, especially in America.

Most American packs have been around for at least sixty years, the really powerful packs are the old ones, packs like mine, which descended from the two-hundred-year-old pack called Brickston.

The hierarchy goes like this, the Alpha is at the top, equal to him or her, is the Luna, the female or male mate of the Alpha.

Next is the Beta and his mate, then the Gamma and his mate, they are third in command.

Then there are warrior wolves, strong pack members who help the Alpha, Beta and Gamma protect the pack, against rogues, other packs, hunters, and any other threat to our families.

There are boarder wolves, our first line of defense, these wolves patrol the borders, having the sharpest senses, these wolves can hear and spot rogues and other threats quicker than even an Alpha.

After the border wolves, there are the pack members, their only duty is to help the pack run sufficiently. These wolves have no responsibility other than their chosen field.

Some help looks after the children, some grow vegetables and raise the small game, others hunt, some are carpenters.

We have people who build houses, most packs, the ones with more than a hundred members, they tend to be totally self-sufficient.

At the bottom of this hierarchy is Omega. Weaker wolves, those males are capable of going into heat and being impregnated.

They are known for their quiet and gentle nature.

Omega are regarded with the highest respect in my pack, they work as nurses in doctors in the pack infirmary. It was the she-wolf Sarah that I gave the order to feed Adam, she'd been doing a good job so far.

I wanted to be the one taking him his food, I told myself that was because he was shiny and new, but then the jackass that is my wolf had to speak, reading my mind. 

{You're never like this with the others, have you given up on our mate, human?} He asked. Contrary to popular belief, the wolf side of us Were's are not simple-minded animals.

No... The same way we can use their speed, strength, and form, they can use our knowledge, speech, and form. They know what we know, feel what we feel, and see what we see.

{He's fun, you'd rather spend money on sex slaves, stolen by that filthy demon. I'm going to enjoy him while I have him} I thought back, smirking when he cut off our connection with a snarl.

I was busy, super busy. That morning was spent going over pack budgets, food, electricity, cable, basic shit. The bigger the pack, the more money given by the wolven council. Most packs like mine, have an almost endless supply of money.

Ours comes from deals my father made, and his father and his. We have stock in almost three hundred nationwide companies. Money for old packs is no issue.

Now that doesn't mean it's not hard work, going over stacks and stacks of bills, handing out allowances, it's headache giving work. The afternoons are for formation training, running drills with Shawn, and our Gamma Jacob.

After training with the warrior wolves, and teaching the younger teens wolves, the ones who wish to be warriors someday.

Then Shawn and I must scent mark each border.

The scent marking is easy in Wolf form, but it takes close to five hours to make it completely around pack land. By the time my day was done, I was tired, there was no way I was gonna be able to go see Adam.

At least, I hadn't planned on it. It'd been three days, I hadn't seen him in three days, but not because I didn't want to.

I was just super busy. I was eating dinner in my office, some of the pack eats together in the dining hall, which is a big house that sits in the middle of the packs, about a twenty-minute walk from the packhouse.

I like eating alone, I hate the smell of my packs sympathy, their pity. I'm mateless, and they make me feel worst. It was while I was tucking into a plate of lamb and potatoes, that a quick, frantic knock came at my door.

I sniffed the air a few times, Sarah's scent wafting into the room. Sarah is a sweet she-wolf, seventeen, and mated to my cousin Riley. "Come in Sarah," I called out. She burst into the room, her eyes wild and her demeanor frantic.

"Calm down girl, what's the matter?" I asked, not noticing how country I might have sounded.

"It's that boy you've got me caring for, he-he he's having some kind of fit, it's like heat, b-but scary." She said, wringing her hands together.

I dug into Gore's power, I spoke on his voice, compelling Sarah's wolf aka her very soul. "Go home, rest, what you think happened, it didn't. When you wake up tomorrow, this will all have been like a dream." I said.

Her eyes turned completely black, her iris and pupils completely disappearing.

The use of my Wolf's voice is called an Alpha's tone. It gives me power over every member in my pack, with it an Alpha can compel his or her charges to do almost anything, some are easier than others; Omega especially.

So I watched as she nodded and walked off, dazed and relaxed. I waited a while before heading out of my office. I was planning to go to bed, so being surprised, I left the house in nothing but ball shorts, not even a pair of shoes.

I took off running as soon as my feet hit the cool green grass, the nighttime air hit my skin, causing Gore to wake up.

It took only minutes as I ran at my top speed, I've been clocked doing a hundred mph. I can go faster if I push it.

I got to the door of the dungeon on the east side of pack land. I punched in the code, and opened the door, walking straight down the stairs, hearing the hiss of the automatic locks.

The smell of arousal was thick in the hair, but it was mixed with anxiety, sweat, and tears. I sped up, calling out for Adam. I could hear his heart, it was beating faintly.

Racing down the stairs I looked around, spotting him. Whatever Sarah saw, it was nothing compared to what my eyes were seeing. Adam was on the ground, his back against the wall.

His little six inches was hard in his hand, he'd clearly been jacking off, but he'd passed out, a sheet from the bed, tied around his throat and tied up to the pipes above him. It was clear what he'd been doing.

I found him in time, his heart was beating so faintly, he damned near killed himself. I walked over, using my nails to shred through the sheet.

I loosened the knot and he inhaled deeply, his eyes still closed. A handful of breaths later, his eyes shot open. They looked around, for a moment he looked upset, his face said he wasn't happy to be conscious.

Then when his eyes registered me, that scent of faded arousal burst back into the atmosphere. A choked moan poured out of Adam. He started squirming, his smell growing stronger.

His arousal smelled wonderful, it was strong like fresh pine needles, but there was something honey-sweet about the scent. Whatever it was, it was spinning around the room.

"A-A'mosh, please... I need... please." He cried out, his hands reaching out for me, like a toddler that wanted to be picked up.

Fuck it was adorable, his hair slicked to his wet forehead, his body was red from how hot it was. It was like he was experiencing a heat, but humans don't have heats.

This was something else, something stronger, a compulsion that could have cost him his life.
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POV
Adam

I was fully manic, I needed to have sex, I wanted it... The craving for it was unbearable, it's like being starved for a month, then sat at a table full of your favorite dishes.

A'mosh had me locked in his dungeons, the place he used for whores. I hadn't had sex in three whole days, normally I have sex at least four times a day. But without access to my favorite past time, my cravings were reaching there highest point.

"A-A'mosh, please... I need... please." I cried, my voice felt hoarse, like when you have to cry, but you're holding back.

I stretched out my arms, hoping he'd have pity, hoping he'd just fuck me.

The way he found me was in the back of my head, but it was there like all the other disgusting things I'd ever done. Cept when I'm manic, I could care less, only once I'm manic, all I care about is the dick, I need it.

I was looking up at him, shivering in a cold sweat, I was needy as fuck. He looked down on me with pity.

"What's wrong, what's happening?" He asked. A mumbled cry poured outta me, I just didn't have the strength to explain, I didn't have the strength to pull down his basketball shorts.

"F-fuck... Me... please." I whimpered, lifting my arms again. He nodded, picking me up. My legs hung loosely around his waist, I wrapped my hands around his neck, laying my head on his shoulder.

He moved his hands beneath me, then I felt his tip at my hole, prodding. "You're dripping." He groaned, his voice full of surprise. It was something I could do, I am not sure why and fuck questioning it.

As he slipped inside me, my mouth gaped, on its own, my hole clenched around him. We sat in the pleasure experienced by tops and bottom.

My pleasure was one anyone with an ass can feel, the stretching, pleasurable pop of a hard hot tip stabbing into you. His pleasure being one only a man can experience. That ahhhhh as soon as you stick in the tip feel.

We were in those feelings for a brief moment, then he pushed in fully and we both moaned.

"Fuck." He growled like literally growled, it was deep, primal, orgasmic. I came at the sound of it, my body shaking. He held on to me, with immense strength, he lifted my hips, bringing me off his meat, leaving behind that pointed Prince Albert.

Quickly, almost with a hammer-like power, he slammed me back down on his dick. I came again, my eyes rolling back. I don't know what I was thinking at that moment, I know I was slowly finding him to be an excellent fuck.

He carried me over to the bed, he sat down and began to work. My head was on his shoulder, and he started a nice rhythm. He lifted me up and down, each time that piercing would strike my prostate.

After a while, my strength started to return, I pulled my head back, we looked into each other's eyes. His were filled with pleasure, they kept rolling, he kept biting his bottom lip.

I noticed how sharp his canines were, they were long and dangerously pointed, he really was a wolf.

Fuck that was hot, seeing it, I stuck my tongue in his gaping mouth, running my tongue over the sharp point.

I squealed when the point pricked me, the copper taste of blood filling my mouth. I was going to pull away, but A'mosh latched onto my tongue.

He started sucking, he moaned at the taste, his eyes flashed completely black. The entire eyes even the whites.

Snarling like a savage he flipped me, my legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tight. "Don't worry, I won't stop." He said, shoving fully into me.

"Yes, please... ha-harder." My nails were embedded in his shoulders. "You feel so fuckin good." A'mosh moaned, licking over my Adam's apple, his lips met mine and he kissed me.

While we kiss he lifted up, one hand next to my head, letting him look down and watch what he was doing to me. His other hand cupped my right ass cheek, using it to pull us closer together, fuckin me faster.

"Make me cum." I moaned, wanting to feel it again, wanting to cum hands-free again. "Earn it." He said, kissing and nibbling on my neck and ears. "Just do it you bitch." I hissed, just wanting to cum.

"Watch your mouth, whore." He commanded, biting my lip hard. I screamed into his mouth, loving the tingle left over after the pain. "I wanna cum." I whined A'mosh clamped his huge right hand over my mouth and nose.

"Shut the fuck up, focus on my pleasure... You came twice already." He said, before letting me breathe. I was impatient, using the element of surprise I flipped us, his cock still buried in me.

With talented speed, I went to the balls of my feet and started riding him. His hands slammed down on both my cheeks, making them burn.

"Ride me faster." He commanded, I went faster, my hole becoming looser and wetter. Just as he was moaning, just when he was loving it I went up leaving only the tip in. He slammed me down with an irritated grunt, then he flipped me.

"My wolf is on edge, don't tease me." A'mosh snapped, his eyes flashed and that darkness in him showed for a second time. My desires are heightened when I'm manic, so my urge for a wild hard fuck was strong.

"S-show me, let it out," I said, not being truly sure of what it was. I'd seen his wolf, but it wasn't really a wolf... I mean it was, but it was more him than anything else. "You don't want what you're asking for." He said, pulling out and impaling himself inside me again.

Twice more he slammed into me, each time I was trying to speak. "Let it out." I moaned, catching his eyes. "S-stop!" He snarled. "Pl-please I wanna see," I begged.

His hold on my hip suddenly became tighter, he made the hottest sounds as he fucked into me harder. "Fine, might as well, the full moon is in two days." He said, slowly slowing down.

"Word of warning, Gore isn't stable, show him the utmost respect, a-and brace yourself." He warned, then he closed his eyes.

I watched as his canines slowly grew more, then he opened his eyes. They were that dark ink black, soulless, empty, hollow. Yet I found it super alluring, sexy, hot. His head cocked to one side, and he stared down at me, curiosity in his eyes.

"Hi I-I'm Adam." I introduced, he bared his canines. "Your name has no meaning to me, I'll address you as the whore, you'll address me as Alpha. Questions?" The voice was hollowed, ancient, powerful, and deadly.

"My name is Adam, call me Adam, "I demanded, my headshot to the side, as he backhanded me. Using just enough to sting, but not to bruise. I smirked, looking back at him. "Respect." The beast said.

"Give it." I spat, I wasn't scared of him, I'm not scared of anything. He smiled darkly, his eyes sharpening. He pulled outta me, leaving me gaping, he dragged me off the bed and towards the wall.

There were a pair of chains hanging from the wall, they were hung up by a nail on the wall. He shoved me against the wall, using the cuffs to bind me.

He used his strength to pull the chain and lift my legs slowly from the floor. My arms were stretched and it would become painful, but I'm a professional, I'd done worse. Especially when I'm manic.

I was dangling there, staring straight into his eyes, hoping he could sense how unafraid and unaffected I was. "You aren't scared I can see that; I can smell the lust on you, whore." He said, slapping my hard-on.

"Are you gonna fuck me or talk me to death?" I asked, making him scowl. "Whore, I'm going to destroy you." He threatened. Then he grabbed my hips, and without warning plunged to the hilt back inside me.

He expected a scream, but the pain just heightened the pleasure. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah, destroy my ass." I cried out. His eyes widened in surprise, when I wrapped the chains around my wrist, holding them, using them to lift myself off him, falling back down.

He snarled, grabbing my hips tighter and drilling into me like a jackhammer. I have no idea what A'mosh was talking about; because to me, his wolf fucked like a champion.

I mean he was coated in sweat, working my body. Within the first fifteen minutes, I needed to shoot my load. As if he could sense that, he slowed down. "Don't... you dare fuckin shoot." He panted, picking his speed back up.

"Agh mmmm sssss Alpha!" I moaned. I don't know why, but calling him Alpha made me feel good; as if I'd always wanted to call him that. "Good boy." He howled.

My head snapped back unexpectedly, as my cock rocket took off, spraying my jizz all over his chest and stomach. "Ahhh." I cried when he bit my lip, making my face vibrate, making my dick dry spit.

"Don't cum again." He growled, sucking away the pain. I nodded, loving the way he gave me what I needed. Hands down he was the best fuck ever, I'd been wrong, he was the best.

Three Hours Later

I was loose, my body was covered in sweat and my own cum, A'mosh's wolf had cum more times than me, yet he showed no signs of stopping. He was trying to break me, I wouldn't let him.

"L-let me ride, please Alpha," I asked, tired of my arms being stretched. My neck kept slipping onto my sweaty achy shoulder.

He looked me in the eyes, never slowing down. With a click of the cuffs, I was released. Luckily he was holding me, I doubt I could have stood on my own.

He held me up, walking me over to the sex swing. I didn't want that, so I threw myself on the floor, I banged my knees but it was fine.

Before he could question me, his drippy dick was in my throat, dripping pre-fuck juice down my greedy gullet. He tried to pull off, but I tightened my throat, started milking him, grabbing his rock hard ass, fuckin my throat.

"S-slow down... Fuck, drink it all whore!" He shouted, shooting his heavy load down my throat. Pulling away, he was panting, I sat staring at him with leftover spooge dripping from my chin.

He watched me, before his eyes slowly faded back to A'mosh's light warm brown. "How was it?" He asked I licked my cummy lips, smirking.

"Amazing... Ten." I said. "I'm glad you enjoyed him, you should soak for an hour or two, your wrist, hips, and waist are gonna be bruised." He said, walking off.

I heard water running, when it stopped he came back and picked me up. He carried me to the bathroom and gently laid me in the tub. The warm water was welcome.

I sighed, sinking deeper. "I'll let you rest, but we'll talk about what happened before I came in tomorrow." He said, standing to go out of the bathroom, probably going to get his shorts and leave.

"Wait!" I screamed out, he turned. "Yeah?" He asked, "Promise you'll come back, I-I can't go without sex... I... I just can't." I said, ashamed of myself, afraid to tell him the fullness of my addiction.

"I promise I'll be back, I've got a feeling Gore isn't done with you yet. Sleep well, gain some energy back." He said, leaving the bathroom. I listened to him fiddle around in the bedroom, then there was silence. I was alone with the shame I felt whenever I came down from mania. _______________________________________________________________________________________

POV
A'mosh

I walked back to the packhouse, my mind racing. He'd almost killed himself trying to bust a nut, he was all needy and desperate.

We'd definitely talk, but that wasn't what bothered me. It was the fact that Gore didn't mark Adam, he didn't hurt him. He tried, but Adam could take a pounding.

{Why didn't you mark him?} I asked Gore. {For the same reason you didn't, he drained my balls perfectly, I want to do him again} Gore answered, and I smirked.

{I told you he was perfect} I said. {He's a perfect whore, but that's it, he's no more than a toy, he isn't our mate, don't even think of making him an artificial one} Gore commanded, I hadn't thought of that, but once he put it in my head, it remained there.

He'd be a good artificial mate, someone I could choose to be with, but Gore would never allow it. Maybe I'd never be happy, maybe I'd never feel complete. Only time would tell.

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