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Pember walked ahead, Blake stalked behind. Having the alpha at his back alone in the woods was doing all sorts of funny things to Pember’s tummy. His skin tingled, and his tongue felt too large in his mouth. He had the compulsive urge to run and let Blake chase him. Oh no… you caught me.

Glancing over his shoulder, he found Blake staring at him with blown-out eyes. In fact, he was pretty certain Blake hadn’t taken his eyes off him since they entered the woods.

It was cool under the thick canopy, the earlier humidity dropping away.

But it didn’t stop the tingle or the growing heat in Pember’s groin.

Turning his eyes back to the path, he subtly squeezed his aching cock over his shorts, feeling how it twitched against his palm.

He’d been horny outside of heats, but not this fucking horny.

Sparing one last glance at Blake, he grinned and began peeling off his T-shirt. His nipples stung when the fabric brushed over them, the rest of his skin pebbled with gooseflesh. Blake was breathing hard at his back, a tight ball of compressed energy across the bond.

Pember let out a breath before throwing his T-shirt into the bushes. He heard the shucking of clothing and the rustle of leaves, and when he looked back again Blake had peeled his shirt off as well.

Lengthening his stride, Pember tripped forward, almost tipping into a jog. Blake mirrored his movements, and before they could say anything, both were tugging off the rest of their clothes and running through the woods.

Pember dropped onto his hands and knees, shifting into wolf form as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

He still shivered as fur sprang through his skin and his pointed teeth popped out, but it was worlds away from his shift at the police station.

His omega wolf howled at the centre of his mind as they weaved through the trees and up a muddy bank.

Blake was at his back, the feet of his huge, tawny wolf thumping into the ground and making Pember’s legs weak.

He wanted to run. Wanted to be chased, to be prey. He wanted Blake to catch him, consume him, take him and knot him until he could no longer think straight.

The wolf in him bolted, tearing through the trees until the wind whistled through his fur and the overwhelming scents of the forest made his eyes water.

The soil was warm between the pads of his paws as they thundered up the bank, thick hazy pollen leaving a sticky residue on their coats and making Pember sneeze.

Blake was at his side, chest rumbling every time they made contact between the trees.

He kept peeling off, disappearing for a few minutes then reappearing at Pember’s side.

He could still feel him across the bond—in fact, it was difficult to feel anything else with the hot and heavy presence of his wolf.

It was affecting Pember, making his tail feel heavy and the place between his legs burn with feral intensity. He also couldn’t stop pissing, scent marking the ground and leaving a trail for Blake to follow.

It worked, because the next thing he knew, Blake smashed through a thicket of pale purple heather, sending the tiny flowers spraying across the path.

The scent of iron wafted into the air, making Pember salivate.

Blake lagged, letting him draw level before finally slowing to a leisurely trot.

Pember yapped when he saw what was between his jaws.

“ For you, ” Blake said across the bond, pushing a freshly caught rabbit against Pember’s muzzle.

Blood stained Blake’s mouth and chest, his fangs completely coated with the evidence of a fresh kill.

Hunting was not something they generally did—it was pack behaviour, spurred on by having multiple competing alphas in a group.

Even so, Pember growled and snapped his jaws around the rabbit and dragged it through the undergrowth.

There was something exhilarating about having blood across his tongue, a primal satisfaction in knowing that his mate had snuffed out another life for him. Provided for him. Dropping his head, he tried to keep his logical human brain at the forefront.

“ Mate, ” Pember said, pushing his desire across the bond.

He pressed the top of his head against Blake’s shoulder, letting him lead the way.

It seemed to ignite something in Blake’s wolf, because the next thing Pember knew, the alpha snapped up, jumping onto his back with a heavy thud.

Pember howled as Blake bit his scruff, shoving him to the ground face first.

Pember crawled on his belly through the undergrowth, smearing the rabbit’s blood across the earth and staining his own chest.

Having Blake dominate him fulfilled some feral need in them both, like crawling with the alpha’s weight on his back solidified that he was his and only his. He’d never crawl for anyone again, except for his alpha. As his alpha would for him.

The spongy undergrowth gave way to uneven tree roots as they popped through the soil. The fragrant scent of apples tickled his nose, and when he tipped his head he saw they were in the little orchard. The fruit hung overhead in all its ruby glory.

However, Pember’s ability to look up was short lived when Blake rammed his muzzle against the back of his skull, making him whimper and look straight ahead.

The alpha was hot, his fur damp as he hung over Pember’s back. He huffed and growled, the urgency of his rut obvious. He was waiting for Pember. Waiting for him to accept him. Waiting for him to let him claim him, right there on the forest floor.

Time seemed slow as Pember’s eyes darted around, scanning the landscape for threats or other predators.

His gaze faltered over a break in the trees, a narrow gap where he could see the craggy hillside beyond.

It was the place he had first seen Blake, on that fateful morning when his scent had caught the breeze and his eyes were filled with melancholy.

They weren’t melancholic anymore.

Pushing up his rear, Pember dropped the rabbit and let his chest hit the bloodied ground. His hind legs strained, shoving upwards until Blake was fully over him. Tilting his head, he slid his muzzle against the cool earth, partially exposing his throat beneath his dark fur.

The alpha whined, then keened into Pember’s scruff as the sense of overwhelming need slammed into him across the bond. Blake’s wolf was begging for him. Licking his ears, his head, his neck. Anywhere he could taste. And finally Pember submitted. Dropping his haunches, he bared his throat.

There was a moment of silence, the only sounds being their heavy breathing and Blake’s quiet whining. The scent of the woods hung between them, and when Pember finally blinked, Blake clamped his jaws around him.

A surge of pain rocketed through Pember’s body, making him buck and whimper beneath the alpha. He bared his teeth, dug his nose into the bloodstained earth and inhaled. Blake rocked his head from side to side, deepening the bite, making it last, making it stick.

Shuddering, they both shifted back, their wolves disappearing beneath their skin as they lay on the forest floor in a tangle of sweaty, furless limbs.

Pember was on his hands and knees, Blake’s fangs still buried deep in the crook of his shoulder.

He pushed his hips up, feeling Blake’s knot slide between his cheeks.

Slick flooded his body in a hot, wet gush.

Blake’s excitement was obvious. His raw, overpowering energy flooded the bond and overwhelmed his nervous system. He wanted it. Craved it. He wanted to knot and claim and protect Pember with every fibre of his being.

Without a second thought, Pember pushed back, crying out when the blunt tip of Blake’s engorged cock pressed against his entrance.

The alpha growled low in his belly, the sound making Pember’s limbs tingle and his head spin.

Then, Blake pressed his sweaty chest against Pember’s back, trapping him against the earth.

Pember opened for him, spreading his knees and arching his back until Blake finally sank his cock inside him.

“Ah!” Pember cried, the stretch and pressure from the lack of preparation verging on painful.

It didn’t matter. He was ready. He’d fucked himself with his vibrator all afternoon whilst Blake finished up at work. He was needy. He was desperate. He needed to be knotted.

Blake ran a hand along Pember’s ribs, pressing a palm against his lower back. Soothing him. Calming him.

They stayed like that for several seconds, locked together, until Pember let out a long breath and relaxed his muscles.

Another rush of slick coated his insides, cooling the burn and flooding his system with endorphins.

It was like a weighted blanket had been placed over him, protecting him, making the world outside seem like a distant place.

It was only him and Blake in that moment. No one else mattered, only them.

Blake groaned around Pember’s neck, his hand slamming into the ground. Impatience fizzed through the bond, so Pember tilted his pelvis and arched his back even more. “I-I’m ready,” he panted, gripping a tree root with one hand and fisting the soil with the other. “Knot me, alpha .”

Blake growled, rocking his hips, testing Pember’s body until he was rewarded with a fresh wave of slick. Pember’s legs shook and his toes curled. Heat pulsed through his lower back, the slight slide of Blake’s cock against his inner walls making white-hot pleasure ripple down his legs.

“Are you sure?” Blake mumbled, easing the tension in his jaw so he could speak. “It’ll be rough and hard.”

Pember hissed as his split skin stung. “ Yes, ” he breathed, barely able to keep his eyes open as his body clenched.

They both groaned when Blake bit down again, guttural sounds paired with rhythmic slaps filling the quiet grove.

Blake took him hard and steady, thoroughly fucking every inch of his insides without releasing the bite.

It was like torture. It was like heaven.

Like Pember’s own brand of crack cocaine, so suited to his tastes that nothing else would ever satisfy him again.

The stretch and burn in his hole came back when Blake’s knot swelled at the base of his cock.

It pressed against him, slipping right up to his entrance before pulling away.

The first wave of Blake’s seed drowned Pember’s insides, and Blake pulled out to coat his hole and arse cheeks before plunging back in.

His knot was there again, present and insistent as Blake’s thrusts became more aggressive, less measured.

The top of his swollen knot breached Pember’s entrance again and again, loosening his hole and preparing his body.

He didn’t know if he could take it, his eyes already watering from the stretch and his knees about to give out.

Blake reached beneath him, gripping his cock and holding it tight.

His hand was wet, making Pember’s hips automatically grind forward into the touch.

He rutted Blake’s fist, spreading his knees wider so his balls hung heavily between his legs.

The noises he was making didn’t even sound human.

Blake too, and soon the alpha’s thrusts were punching forward with such force that his knot almost fully breached his entrance.

Pember yelped, his hole barely able to take the widest part of Blake’s knot as it pulsated against his rim.

“W-wait,” Pember said, trying to relax his pelvis. His hole throbbed, his knees red raw, but still he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. “Okay,” he panted. “Okay.”

Blake growled, letting Pember breathe before slowly sinking down on top of him, pushing him against the ground and easing his knot inside.

Their bodies were wet with sweat as shuddering relief overcame them both. Blake was fully seated, pulsing and throbbing against Pember’s prostate. He gripped the base of his cock, slipping the knot in and out a few times, loosening Pember’s hole until it was so swollen it became lodged inside.

Pember clenched, making Blake’s cock bob and rub in all the right places, the piercing dragging across his gland. He cried out, and without warning his body curled in on itself as orgasm ripped through him. He sprayed onto the ground, coating the roots and leaves with his seed.

Blake groaned, stuffing his knot even deeper inside as he pumped a constant stream of seed into Pember’s body. Rocking his hips, Blake let his knot tug and press on Pember’s rim, sending tiny shocks of pleasure pulsating through his lower back.

“Ngh.” He shuddered as Blake withdrew his fangs and mouthed his shoulder. The alpha panted against his ear, a sound that never failed to get him hard again.

“Are you okay?” Blake whispered, his voice and hands shaking.

Pember moaned, tilting his head so he could see Blake over his shoulder. He gave a lazy smile, his jaw slack. “You feel amazing,” he whispered, body clenching around his cock as if to prove his point.

Blake let out a relieved sigh, dropping his sweaty forehead between Pember’s shoulder blades. “I love you.”

The sun was beginning to set by the time they made it back home.

Blake had to give Pember a piggyback halfway down the hill as his legs just wouldn’t cooperate.

They’d only managed to locate half of their clothes, and were both wearing a combination of Blake’s T-shirt and Pember’s underwear.

There really was no question about what had just occurred, because they were both coated in mud and blood and drenched in the scent of sex.

The bite hadn’t changed them, not exactly. The bond was something they’d shared all along, despite their idiot impulse to push it away at first.

When they ran, their wolves were tethered to one another, and when Blake looked down at him, warmth bloomed in Pember’s own chest.

When they’d finally untangled themselves after the knotting and Blake was ready to go again, Pember felt it deep in his core. And his balls.

“Fuck me !” a deep voice called from Blake’s old back garden.

Blake halted, and Pember felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

“Someone’s been shagging up in the woods, I reckon,” another voice said with an exaggerated cough.

“Is that…” Pember’s words trailed off when the back gate swung open. His mouth dropped as he came face to face with two people standing within the perimeter of number 3 Bell Lane.

“Oh! Hi!” the first male called, waving as his eyes dragged over him and Blake.

“J-Johnny,” Pember squeaked. “And…”

“Howdy,” Taylor said, giving a two-finger salute. “Guess we’re your new neighbours.”

The End