Hey Lurkers, sooooo... It's another manic night, and I'm definitely not getting to sleep, but thanks to the miracle of medical marijuana, I am quite groovy.

So while I'm up and feeling good, I decided to take us into the future a bit to meet the two main characters of a future pack series, release date ... TBA

THIS IS A SPOILER FOR CHARACTERS YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH!

Anyone reading this book really should be familiar with the four packs that make up these series' if not, I suggest going back and reading, otherwise, you could easily become confused and we don't want that.

The Golden Wolves are one of two packs in America, that has more than twenty werewolves that identify as Black/African American. Weird how I talk about these people like they're real... God, I wish they were, okay... I have to focus on this shot before it all gets lost in my mind.

Again heed my warnings... Read the trigger warning below.

. Smut
. Biting
. Underwear Fetish
. Rough Sex
. Spoiler Alert

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SETTING
Somewhere In Arkansas, Some Five Hours Away From Brickston Mississippi.
Sometime After Books 3 For The Brickston Pack and The Devil's Wolves.

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The Golden Wolves is a strong pack, consisting of some three hundred wolves, unlike most American packs, which are filled either primarily with Native Americans or Europeans, the Golden Wolves is known as a Black pack. Living on private land, with a huge man-made lake and almost endless woods, the pack is one of America's strongest, fourth behind the Great Omega Pack.

The Alpha of the pack had been away, he had been away since his eighteenth birthday. He was off in the unseen world of Adornia, helping to end a war.

It wasn't mandatory, but being in the war would help the Alpha. It would give him power with the Omega king, and that power could come in handy. Who best to call if he ever found his pack in danger with hunters or other formidable enemies.

Mark is the Alpha, born to an Alpha named Marcus and an Omega named Mitchell.

Mark was glad the war was over, glad he was finally getting to go home after two whole years. The two years had felt like a decade and due to the way time moves in the other world were in fact ten years and seventy days. Mark was glad the magic of the other world severely slowed the aging process, he had lived a decade longer than he physically was.

And a lot of that time was hard, he wasn't the same Alpha that left his pack. He was mature, a lot wiser, more confident, and stronger. Stepping out of his swirling portal, he smiled looking at his home.

The packhouse sat upon a great hill, overlooking all of the pack territory. The mansion-style cabin was shaped like a horseshoe, and from where he stood he could look up at the windows of his bedroom. There weren't many other houses, about sixty in all. The houses were built only slightly smaller than the packhouse. So there was more than enough room for everyone.

Walking inside the house, he was not at all surprised when practically every pack member jumped up from some hidden place and yelled "Welcome home!" He smiled and played along, feigning surprise. His eyes searched the crowd until he found who he was looking for. Messiah, his best friend, his little wolf. Seeing him was a real wake up call, he wasn't just those things anymore, not at that moment, at that moment looking into Messiah's eyes, his own wolf, Timber growled out mate.

At that moment he could see just how beautiful Messiah had grown to be, he was a shade or two darker than Mark's brown, his dark brown eyes were so intense, and his lips, the sight of them had Mark's wolf sending him the filthiest mental pictures.

Was it a shock to be mated to a guy, no not really, he had two fathers, but even if he hadn't werewolves are different, the hangups humans have, carry no weight in werewolf circles. So all Mark saw, was his childhood best friend, his mate, his Omega.

Mark expected the old fashioned reaction, where the two of them would realize and recognize their mateship and they would mate, fall in love, and live happily ever after. The only problem was, Messiah wasn't happy with Mark. They hadn't spoken in two years, those years we're a lot longer for Mark though. They didn't know one another anymore. And it brought back the memory of the day Mark left.

He hadn't told Messiah of his plan to enlist in the Omega king's army, he didn't want to spend his last few days in Earth, with his best friend worrying and begging him not to leave. But on the second to last day, he was able to muster up the strength to tell Messiah his plan. They had a huge fight, and it was traumatizing because they never fought.

Then Messiah did something Mark would never forget, he cried... I know that seems strange, but even though Messiah was an Omega, he didn't exactly showcase all of the quirks that go along with being a male born with a female wolf.

Messiah was the toughest Omega anyone in the pack knew. Growing up, he was just as rough and tumble as any of the potential Alphas and Betas, just as wild as the future pack warriors. Mark would forever remember the day Messiah broke his arm and didn't shed a tear.

So imagine his surprise when Messiah cried, and over him, at that. Crying Messiah asked him to stay, telling him he didn't have anyone but him. Mark knew it was the truth, sure Messiah had friends, but Mark was his only real connection.

Messiah had been raised by his grandparents, both of whom were old when Messiah's father abandoned him. They died when Messiah was only sixteen, so he was, in fact, a pack orphan and he felt like Mark had abandoned him.

Pulling out of his thoughts, Mark looked through the crowd, trying to spot his mate, but Messiah seemed to have felt the connection too because as quickly as he was standing in the crowd where Mark could see, he was gone.

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Hours went on, hours. Mark smiled and thanked countless people, he accepted gifts, he ate cake and drank punch. All the while his eyes never stopped searching, it took all the self-control Mark had learned from his time in the war, it took every ounce of it. Not to break away from the crowd, and go snatch his Omega up.

One thing his time in the other world taught him, was that Omega needed a firm hand. They needed a firm, dominant Alpha. Mark knew it might be crude to say it, but Omega are a lot stronger than anyone in earth would ever know. But Mark knew, he knew Omega liked the chase a whole lot more than Alpha's liked chasing. And if he let Messiah run from him, he would think he was soft, an easy touch.

So he let the night go by, after the party, well, after his parents talked his head off for what had to be three hours, he went to the den with his Gamma and the guys. Mark wouldn't admit it, but he spent the whole night, drinking and asking all sorts of questions about Messiah. Late into the night, Mark made his way to his bedroom.

He went inside, looking through all his junk, his old pack awards, glancing over out the clear full window of his bedroom, he wanted to go out onto the balcony but was a little more than drunk, so he couldn't make it off the bed.

The next morning he woke up early, he took a piss, brushed his teeth, and while still in his underwear he made his way to the kitchen and grabbed some coffee, then he went straight to Messiah's suite at the very top of the packhouse. He knew Messiah was an early bird, and as Mark knew he would, Messiah entered the small kitchenette in his apartment-style suite.

The Omega froze at the sight of the Alpha, he had to swallow his moan, as his eyes raked over the man he once called a best friend, the man he thought would always be there for him. He wasn't so young anymore, I mean two years had passed, he looked at the Alpha trying not to eye rape the brown skin god. Mark stood there in his briefs, his bulge prominent, sipping his coffee.

Messiah took in the muscles, the abs, the low cut, his beard. All of it made his slick start to ooze. Mark had naturally arched eyebrows and a broad nose. Messiah saw a king.

His eyes dropped to Mark's underwear, his thick steely thighs, and he felt himself get harder, his slick oozed more. "Why did you run off yesterday? Huh, Siah?" Mark asked, calling Messiah by his nickname. Messiah shivered, his eyes refusing to leave Mark's body. Mark groaned silently when his dick decided it liked the attention. "Why?!" Mark asked louder, making Messiah look up, just when his meat twitched.

"I don't know... I knew you were coming home, but... Seeing you, it just... And then Kaya started screaming mate, and I wasn't ready to deal with it." Messiah said, fighting his eyes, forcing them not to lock in on the underwear Mark was wearing, he pushed his nails into his palms, as he refused to acknowledge how much he wanted to smell those briefs. "We can talk about it now, that's why I came over so early," Mark said, and Messiah walked forward, keeping his eyes up, but still seeing the meat of Mark's ass sitting high on his countertop.

"Mark, I know we are mates, and you probably think I'm still mad at you for leaving, I am. But I'm not, it was important to you and I didn't understand that until I found my own thing." Messiah explained.

"What did you find?" Mark asked, stopping Messiah when the Omega tried to walk around him. He held Messiah's shirtless body, keeping him close enough that he could feel his body heat, and smell his cherry sweet scent.

"I'm in medical school, I just started, the school is over in Holgrove, near Hereford," Messiah explained, while the Alpha took an interest in Messiah's nipples, noticing how his chest muscles seemed puffier around the dark chocolate chips. He pulled out of his staring when Messiah coughed.

"Okay, so you're gonna be doctor, Holgrove is like seven or eight hours away right, you can come home on weekends, or I can come to visit. Do you come home on the weekends?" The Alpha asked. Messiah hesitated, noticing that Mark was steadily pulling him closer...

"Um... No, I actually came home to welcome you back as Alpha, but I live in Holgrove with... Matt." Messiah explained, his eyes on Mark, watching as he registered what was said.

"Who's Matt?" The Alpha asked, switching their position, lifting Messiah, and sitting the Omega on the countertop. Messiah could feel his loose underwear getting damp, the back of his thighs were getting sticky. "Who's Matt, Siah?" The Alpha asked, stepping between Mark's thighs.

The Alpha could smell Messiah, he could smell the sweet scent of slick. Timber planted dirty images in his mind, the smell of Omega swirling his senses. "Mark, Matt is my boyfriend, we've been together for a year and a half. I'm--- I didn't know we'd be mates." Messiah said.

"I understand, but ah... Its gonna be over now, right?" Mark asked, stepping closer, his scent hitting Messiah's nose. It was masculine and musky. Like therapy oils. "I can't just turn my life upsi..."

"Siah, come on, you and I belong together. Moon goddess says so. We've already got lust going for us, I can smell how soaked you are." Mark said, and Messiah shivered, he wanted to be faithful to Matt, but Mark was making it hard, Mark and Messiah's wolf Kaya.

"Mark I can't... Oh, my goddess..." Messiah whined when Mark kissed a trail from Messiah's chin to behind his ears. The Alpha pulled Messiah towards the edge, chuckling when he felt Messiah's hard-on hit his hard stomach.

The Alpha was well versed in sex with Omega, in the other world there were brothels, and Mark had so many experiences.

"Tell me to stop, say it Siah and I will," Mark said, sucking on his mate's neck, fondling him. Messiah tried to make the words come out, but Kaya wasn't a good little Omega wolf, Messiah couldn't tame her.

So she kept his tongue-tied, and honestly, he didn't really fight her. He loved Matt, but with Mark, it felt right, it felt real. Plus, Matt was human and he couldn't handle the Omega, not the way an Alpha could, not the way his Alpha could.

"I respect that you want to be a doctor, that'll make you a better Luna, but Matt... Siah, I know he can't do anything for you... His love can't compete with the love I'll give you. And Siah, I know he can't touch you like I can... See, little wolf, right now if I wanted to... If you beg me to, I can make you cum so hard you'll swear you perished. Tell me to stop, say it Siah and I will." The Alpha said.

All the while Mark ran his fingers over Messiah's nipples, dipping his thumb into the Omega's belly button. "Mar... ugh... Fuck. Mark... Please." Messiah will swear he was begging for Mark to stop, but that's not what he asked for.

"Touch me Siah." The Alpha demanded, and Messiah did, his hands found the Alpha's ass and he pulled him closer, grinding his hard-on into Mark's abs, whimpering in a way Mark wasn't used to hearing from him, but definitely wanted to hear again.

Messiah peeled Mark's briefs down under the cuff of his ass cheeks and squeezed the globes.

"Siah, I need you to tell me to stop, fuck dude, tell me to stop, before I rip this shit off you and dip inside your slick." Mark groaned as tingling sparks tickled his skin everywhere the Omega touched. Messiah was literally and figuratively high off the Alpha, pheromones were in the air, two twin souls were connecting, the omega didn't stand a chance.

"Do it... Mar, do it." The Omega whined grinding his ass into the countertop. Mark wasn't the type to deny himself pleasure, and especially not with his newly found mate. He didn't know Matt, and he honestly didn't give a fuck about the guy.

"Baby what do you want me to do? Tell me Siah." Mark groaned nibbling on Messiah's neck and the tip of his ear, pulling Messiah back by his neck and tonguing his left nipple. Messiah couldn't think straight, words weren't forming in his head.

"Fuck. Mar... I ca-- fuck." The Omega cried, knowing that Mark was working him, the Alpha was inside the Omega's boxers, working Messiah's dick, specifically his drippy tip.

"Want me to fuck you... Huh? Siah?" Mark asked, taking one of the Omega's hands and guiding it down to grab his own hard dick, letting the Omega feel what he was doing to him. Mark let go as soon as Messiah inhaled sharply and latched on. The Omega pulled Mark's dick out and felt the thickness, the firmness, the length, Messiah flooded at the feel.

"You feel that Siah? That's all for you, can I have you, baby... Just yes Siah." Mark urged and the Omega broke. He cried out yes, still playing with the Alpha's dick, fondling his balls. Mark rocked his hips, fucking into the Omega's palm...

"Yes, Mar, please do it." The Omega begged. Mark ripped the boxers off his mate, throwing the tattered pieces over his shoulder. Sucking and kissing, frenzied they were. It didn't take much effort for Messiah's over soaked hole to swallow Mark's eleven inches. "Mate." Mark groaned, slipping deeper inside Messiah.

The Alpha pulled out slowly then pushed back in, over and over again, until Messiah's hole was creamy and loose. Then he picked the pace, pulling out faster and slamming back inside until the slick and his precum created a lotion-like substance, the white creamy mixture splattering in dots against Mark's thighs.

"Come here," Mark demanded, picking his mate up, and bouncing him on his dick. "There we go, I'm deep in them guts... Can you feel me Siah?" Mark asked, working his hips up into the thrust, pounding into his mate.

"Ye... My bed, please... Wanna... Want you to..." The Omega couldn't speak, the dick was too good, the way Mark held him like he weighed nothing. Stroking his prostate with just the tip, then digging up into Messiah.

"You're right Siah, not here... I want some room, so I can open this pussy up," Mark said, slowing down and pulling out, then he bridal style carried the Omega deeper into the suite.

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In the bed, Mark was sitting with his back against the headboard, Messiah was in his lap, taking his dick. The Omega rose and fell on the Alpha, humping, and kissing his mate. "You feel so fucking good, but come on, don't hold back, ride this dick," Mark commanded, slapping Messiah's ass.

Messiah moaned, riding faster, slamming down, Mark's balls slapping his ass. Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap...

"Yes, Veva nil um nol." Mark moaned in Adornish, learned from his time in the war. Messiah bucked at the foreign words. Messiah's canines extended, and he ran them down the side of Mark's neck. Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap... Clap...

The Omega was putting in work, while the Alpha, sat watching and feeling, slapping Messiah's ass and grunting about how good the pussy felt. "Bro, I have an ass," Messiah said, holding to the headboard and focusing on abusing his own prostate, addicted to the full feeling and the throbbing button that made his lower half vibrate.

"Nah, Siah... You're Omega, you can give birth, you have a pussy, and that shit is drenching my dick. Fuck you working for my nut, huh?" Mark asked, and Messiah, nodded, his face back in Mark's neck. "Yes Mar, this dick feels so good... So deep, Mar, bite me, not in the mating spot... B..."

"I understand," Mark said, not being hurt because his mate wasn't ready to be marked. Instead, he sat up, wrapping his hands around the nape of Messiah's neck and started bouncing his hips up to fuck faster. Then he pulled Messiah against him, chest to chest, and bit into the skin of his right rotator cuff.

The Omega came instantly, then Mark bit the skin of his left shoulder, and the Omega screamed, cumming again seconds after the first time. "Do me, the traditional spot," Mark said, laughing when he noticed the Omega's fucked out expression. "Come on, Omega, make my dick spit." The Alpha said, slapping Messiah's ass again, bringing the Omega slightly back to earth...

Messiah ran his nose over the spot beneath Mark's right ear, he was about to mark his Alpha and though he wasn't ready to be fully claimed, it made the wolf in Messiah happy. With a quiet throaty snarl, Messiah bit down, his canines stabbing into the Alpha, who growled and unloaded in his mate. Messiah bit the Alpha again, just above his lasting mark. The Alpha nutted again, his balls jumping and tingling in pleasure.

Mark fell forward, taking the Omega under him, and stroking dizzyingly into him. It was like they were stuck in repeat, as they kept marking different spots on each other making the other cum, until nothing was left, until both their balls had nothing left to give.

Finished

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