Meta and the Marines II Chapter 5

A different take on the traditional M/M werewolf romance topic: less romantic, less traditional, more disturbing and with conniving wolves, vampires and submissive marines.


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John A.R.

Meta & the Marines II

(Meta Origins)

CHAPTER 5

The shower was paradise. Actually, it wasn't. It was just a showerhead covered in lime scale above an old bathtub in a not very aspirational motel, in which Psycho could have been filmed. The water pressure was weak and some water never reached his aching body but hit the shower curtain, which was reasonably clean but sported a flower pattern only suitable for 5-year-old girls.

Once on his way back from Europe to the States his flight connection hadn't worked out in Frankfurt so the airline put him into a hotel at their expense. Colt had never seen such a luxurious bathroom as back then. The bathtub could have easily seated two fully-grown men and the room featured a generous walk-in shower big enough for a soccer team. He'd immediately added those to the features list of his future house, next to the absolute nono of wallpapers of any color.

In the motel, though, he stood in the bathtub, his feet being tormented by some sand paper like adhesive, which effectively prevented slipping but also made taking a bath impossible unless one wanted to have a bloody scratched ass. No, the shower wasn't paradise, but the reasonably hot water was, even if it reminded him of the rogue wolf's blood.

He got rid of the remaining blood Prime hadn't licked away, his sweat after hours in the car and fighting an alpha wolf, the sand sticking to him because of the sweat and the blood, and finally all the wolf saliva. He scrubbed himself raw with the soap, as the gel from the dispenser was of some dubious lavender smell.

When he finally thought he was reasonably clean again, he made space for the naked Prime, waiting next to him in the bathtub. Man, did his body make him jittery.

Brushing his teeth he looked at the gorgeous red-haired marine, who seemed to put on a little show in the shower. He placed his foot on the edge of the bathtub, thoroughly foaming his strong smooth calves and killer thighs. When he noticed Colt got a boner under the towel around his waist, he did the same thing with his other leg. Then he used the showerhead to soak his midsection with the cage extensively.

Colt shook his head in amusement and said: "You know, I could consider that masturbation."

Prime smiled at him a bit cheekily. "I'm sure you wouldn't like me to develop any stink there."

"Can you actually stink? I only smell pine."

"We can," Prime answered while foaming his hairless armpits and chest lifting the chain a bit.

Colt wasn't surprised Prime didn't use any shampoo but only the regular soap to wash the little bit of hair the wolf still had: his horseshoe high'n'tight, also known as `recon haircut' in the Corps as the boys had once told him, implicitly complimenting his preference.

"Feels so much better now," Colt sighed putting his battery toothbrush back into his little travel kit bag.

"Would feel much better if we could shower together," Prime contradicted in his deep sexy voice, turning around, so Colt could get a good view of the wolf's bubble butt, which was so white accentuated by the clear tanning line.

Colt slapped the inviting bum with his hand, regretting it quickly. Even the ass was hard-muscled, and he seemed to have hurt himself more than Prime, who just chuckled at Colt's efforts. "I guess that means you aren't going to make me scratch my knees in this bath tub?"

Colt rolled his eyes, looking at how the many muscles moved on the cobra-neck-shaped back under the tanned skin with the countless number of freckles. "There is somebody else who needs the shower, Prime."

"I know. He can wait."

"Wolves," Colt answered quietly, but loud enough that Prime could hear it.

"Humans!" Prime responded promptly shaking his head in mock disgust, washing the soap from his face and hair. As he was taller than the shower curtain bar, water splattered over it on to Colt.

"Careful, wolf, otherwise I'll use my belt to spank you."

"Is that an offer?" Prime answered playfully.

"And I thought I was the perv." Colt moved back to avoid the water hitting him further, wiping his wet again chest with the towel around his hips.

"You are. Look!" Prime turned around with a big grin, wiggling his dick, which was tightly constrained in the plastic cage. It seemed the wolf was horny.

"That's was your and Brian's idea, my love," Colt reminded the Alpha.

"Not that you put up a lot of resistance."

Colt understood what Prime did. The wolf needed light-hearted banter to digest what had happened today. Events, which at the end had made him attack one of his pack members.

When Colt finally got himself together to take charge, he walked to Prime, who was still squeezing Sam's throat without mercy. The enforcer let it happen without any opposition. Colt knew Sam would have been no match for Prime anyway, despite his recent development. Even with some resistance, the Alpha wolf could have killed the new pack member. But it would have been natural for the younger wolf to fight for his life.

"Stop it now!" Colt ordered Prime, meeting the green eyes full of rage, which showed broken pine trees after an avalanche.

When Prime didn't immediately comply, Colt's eyes got cold and unforgiving, ordering: "STOP -- IT -- NOW!"

He didn't say anything anymore to Prime, but addressed his pack with sharp instructions: "Brian, start the car. Prime, you sit in the front. CE in to the back row and help Sam to sit next to me. You better be fast, I need a fucking shower." He turned around getting into the car, expecting his orders would be complied with without any delay.

Brian answered "Yes, Meta," for all of them, quickly looking at Prime, who still hadn't let go of Sam. CE approached the Alpha carefully, shrugging his shoulders apologetically as if to say: `Sorry, Prime, Meta's orders.'

Prime growled and walked away from Sam, who fell into the sand wheezing. The Alpha was still on adrenaline when he jumped into the car next to Brian and closed the door a bit too forcefully, avoiding looking at CE, who picked up the dark-haired enforcer from the ground and helped him to his feet. They slowly approached the car. CE tenderly sat Sam next to Colt, who leaned over him to close the door. "Get going, Beta."

"Aye, aye, Sir."

"CE, look for a motel close by, I think we all need a shower, some food and then some sleep."

"Understood."

Prime was quiet the whole way to the only motel with free rooms. It carried the awfully uninspiring name `First Quality Motel.'

They only had two rooms left so one of the wolves would sleep on the floor, but they didn't care; at least the rooms were adjacent to each other and there was a door in between. While Prime and Colt showered, Sam waited in the room for his turn. In the other one, CE was recovering from his injuries, while Brian had taken the car to get food for everyone.

Now Colt felt comfortable again, he decided it was time to discuss with Prime what had happened.

"Sam did well today, you know that?"

Prime growled, turning off the shower and grabbing one of the towels, which had started to get thin because of the repeated washing.

"He killed two attackers. And he did everything to lure the wolves away from me. It wasn't his fault I left the car. I was stupid. I didn't think."

Prime growled again. Not threateningly, not consenting.

"And he was willing to accept his punishment."

Growl.

Colt closed his eyes. "Prime, growling won't sort this out."

Prime was still half wet when he closed the gap to Colt and kissed him. Colt was a bit surprised but he didn't hesitate to grab the strong neck of the marine, feeling the chain between his fingers, pulling him closer to his mouth. Only for a second Prime tried to penetrate Colt's mouth with his tongue, before he submitted letting Colt explore his mouth.

Colt's hand traveled down the hard shoulder blades, his fingertips caressing the spine, until his right hand landed on Prime's rock hard ass. His fingers probed, Prime pushed out a bit, allowing the smaller man access.

Colt played with the moist, warm hole, pushing his middle finger in, only a little bit, massaging it gently.

Prime growled, this time friendly and submissively.

Colt didn't hold back and moved in for Prime's neck, biting the soft warm skin hard. He didn't draw blood but Prime would be marked for days with violent black teeth impressions. And as if that was a switch for Prime's body, Colt's middle finger slipped deeper into the hunk's ass.

When Colt let go of Prime, the stud whined. "You aren't going to distract me with sex, Alpha."

"Was worth a try. And I'm horny."

Colt shrugged with his shoulders. "News flash, big bad wolf. You're not in charge."

Prime didn't say anything but got his own toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it.

Colt wouldn't have it and took the brush away from the man, who looked at him with confusion. "No, first you talk."

"What's there to talk about, Colt?"

"You were close to killing one of our pack members."

Prime didn't respond.

"I can be in this bathroom for quite some while."

"Oh fuck it. Yes, I was close. He screwed up."

"Maybe, but I did as well."

"But his job was to protect you even when you screw up."

"He did."

"Not enough."

"Would you have killed him?"

Prime exhaled, putting his hands on the sink, pushing his muscular shoulders up, letting his head hang. "I don't know. I was so full of rage."

"And now?"

"Do you trust Sam?"

"With my life," Colt answered sincerely.

"Don't make me apologize to him," Prime begged, knowing he'd screwed up.

"I won't. You're the Alpha. But I want you to include him in the pack as you did before."

"Understood."

"And I want to fuck him and you today."

Prime turned his head in a bit of shock but also with anticipation. "Really?"

"Yep, I want to see both of you with your legs in the air begging for it." Colt was fully aware his towel couldn't hide his erection anymore.

"Understood. Are we good, Colt?"

"We are. But please don't try to kill our own pack members anymore. There are enough crazies out there who're trying that." Colt eyes showed Prime that he was fucking serious despite the light tone.

"Got it."

Colt tried finally to leave the bathroom.

"And Meta?"

"Yes?"

"We will review the fight later today, but I wanted to say that I'm so incredibly proud to be your Alpha."

Colt smiled at the red-haired wolf, who instinctively touched Colt's teeth impressions on his neck.

"Thanks, Alpha."

"Your instinct was to save one of our pack wolves. And you made a stand against an alpha wolf. You have a lot of courage."

Colt swallowed. "No, I just hate being on somebody's hit list."

Prime chuckled. "One day, we'll turn the tables. And I'm looking forward to see how you're going to rip this guy's balls off and play football with them."

"You just want to see it because you don't want it to happen to yours," Colt teased.

"Absolutely. Because today I saw that you aren't going to take any shit even from an alpha wolf."

"Right Prime, so you better be a good pup!"

Growl. But it was a `Yes, Sir' growl.

When they left the bathroom laughing, they found a frightened Sam standing against the wall. He didn't look at them but towards the wall opposite him. He was still dirty and hadn't undressed.

"Okay, shithead, get naked and shower," Prime ordered not too harshly "but be quick, Brian's back with food in five minutes."

"Yes, Alpha." Sam basically ran into the bathroom making sure he was out of Prime's sight as quickly as possible. And 30 seconds later, they could hear the water.

They sat on the floor in the other room in a circle. Mountains of food in front of them. Brian had decided pizza alone wouldn't do it and had added Chinese, burgers and some sandwiches. Colt was pretty convinced that even four proverbially hungry wolves wouldn't be able to eat all of this. It seemed, though, they were making a serious effort of proving him wrong.

When they had assuaged their hunger for savory food and were munching on their desserts, Colt looked at CE, who was devouring his second piece of cheesecake with unrestrained appetite. "So CE what do you think about today's fight?"

"Amateurs at the end. Yes, it got close if it hadn't been for the alpha underestimating you. But it was 14 wolves against 4. If they'd been reasonably trained, we wouldn't have had a chance. Some of them were old or women; no Inner Circle wolves. They barely worked together except of some few trying to lure Prime away from us."

"I don't think it was a regular pack," Brian continued, licking his fingers after finishing a doughnut. "They looked a little bit like a random collection; like outcasts from other packs." He hesitated slightly as one could say the same thing about their own pack. "It felt like criminals working temporarily together for some short term gain, not for the prosperity of the pack."

"So for the money on my head."

"I think so," CE confirmed, wincing as he moved, some of his wounds were still healing. "And they underestimated us. They felt we were easy and gullible targets."

"So why don't they send properly trained wolf shifters to get me?" Colt asked again.

"Maybe those won't do it," Sam volunteered, shocked about his own words, looking down again, when Prime growled.

Colt mustered the young man, whose neck showed the bruises Prime had left there. "Say again, Sam."

"I mean. I assume it would be kind of a bad guy trying to kill you, Meta, not a good guy."

Colt smiled; while Sam now looked like a strong young adult man, his mind still worked naïvely like a boy. "Go on."

"Normally a bad guy can't hire good guys to do something wrong. He needs to hire bad guys."

"Makes sense," Brian agreed. "Maybe you'd be better off as Beta," he addressed Sam.

The dark brown eyes looked at his Beta and Sam shook his head. "Thanks, Brian, but I think I screwed up enough already."

"Anyway, that's an interesting view," Colt brought the discussion back to the fight. "It's wolves gone bad and vampires who want to kill me. Feels much better that way."

Prime growled, but it meant something like: `Shit, I think Sam has a point.' He opened one of the beer cans, Brian had brought with him, handing it to Sam.

The young enforcer looked at the Alpha wolf like a deer at ... an Alpha wolf. It seemed he wasn't really into beer, but he didn't dare to reject such an offer from this stud; actually, he understood this was kind of a macho peace offering and he had to drink this beer with his Alpha wolf. "Thank you, Prime," Sam said proudly and, when he saw Prime had opened another can for himself and started to take sip, he took a gulp as well. He desperately tried to keep his face muscles under control, as it was obvious he couldn't stand the tart taste.

Prime smiled a bit with schadenfreude, but didn't say anything to tease the younger man.

"So you still think the Shaman is behind this as well?" Brian asked Colt, who had lain down between Prime and Brian after he had finished his food.

"Maybe. I don't know. In the beginning I thought she was egging us on to go home quickly, so we would be falling into the prepared trap. But now I think that since she did it so conspicuously I'm almost convinced she wanted us to find out she was part of this."

"Sorry?" CE asked confused.

Colt smiled. "It could be that she tried to warn me, by overdoing the push."

"You're screwing with our brains again," Prime warned the Meta.

"Could be. She said she used an extra strong incense to cover her vampire smell, but I think she lied. I could smell her clearly; my brain just took time to decode it. I have the feeling she wanted me to know she was a vampire. She wanted me to be suspicious, she wanted me to assume she was helping somebody to lure us into a trap."

"That would mean she is part of the bad guys, but for some reasons wants to protect us. Why?" Brian shared his conclusion.

Colt shrugged his shoulders. "No fucking clue. As little as I know why Adam Morrison was the alpha wolf I killed."

The pack had gotten used to the Meta surprising them all, either by presenting revelations like this morning's Shaman's vampire identity or by killing vampires and alpha wolves. When one judged the scrawny, dirty-blond young man with a tightly groomed goatee to help him to look a little bit masculine, one could have easily underestimated him. But again, this had been one of those devilish sentences, which left the pack speechless.

"You know this guy?"

"Yes. He wanted to rape me when I was in high school."

"What?" CE growled.

Prime's neck veins threatened to explode.

Brian's blue eyes were worthy of the deadly ice queen.

"Guys, he's already dead. You don't need to protect my honor anymore," Colt said unbelievably comfortable with the protective reaction by his pack but also a bit amused.

"Fuck, I'll kill him all over again," Prime threatened. "What happened?"

Colt shook his head. "Not tonight, please. I've had enough drama."

Prime nodded. He saw the last donut and passed it to CE, who hesitated. "Go ahead, CE, you need all the energy you can get."

"Aye, aye, Alpha." Within 30 seconds there wasn't a single crumb of the donut left.

"Sam, we have some more noodles," Prime shoved Chinese box to him.

"Alpha, thank you, but I'm exploding."

Prime growled. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Yes, I think I can eat some more."

Colt chuckled and Brian shook his head while he got the trashcan. Sam and him put all the empty packaging into it until there was no trace left of the food orgy.

"Okay, CE needs his sleep. Brian, you stay with him."

"Got it, Prime."

"Sam, you come with us."

The young enforcer desperately put the last fork of noodles into his mouth, nodded, throwing the empty box into the trash and followed Colt and Prime like a good puppy.

"What are you doing?" Prime asked the enforcer who took one of the blankets from the closet and lay down on the floor next to the door. If somebody tried to get in, the door would hit Sam first waking him up immediately.

"Alpha?" Sam was shaking. He didn't know what he had done wrong this time.

"Get undressed!"

"Yes, Sir."

Trembling, Sam removed his dark red Lonsdale T-shirt, exposing his smooth muscled and very tanned torso. The chain and the lock chinked a bit. He carefully looked at his Meta and Alpha, who also undressed, opened his loose cargo shorts and put them folded on a worn out chair.

"What did I tell you?"

"Get undressed, Alpha. Yes, Sir!" Sam responded a bit too loud, quickly removing his socks and red boxer briefs. He stood in the at-ease position he was taught by CE, waiting for his next order. He thought he better not do anything anymore tonight without explicit instructions.

Colt crawled under the sheets, and Prime joined him, spooning the Meta and sniffing his neck like a nicotine addict. "Come here, enforcer." Colt lifted the blanket inviting the young men to lie next to him.

It was obvious Sam didn't know what to make of this, but he obeyed and lay next to the nerdish man. He felt how Colt put his left arm around him, pulling him close, stroking his chest and playing with the lock. When Sam felt how a stiff dick was pushed against his ass, he whimpered.

Sam tried not to move and to be quiet so as not to disturb the sleep of his superiors, but he wasn't really successful. The Meta kept caressing him with his hand, tracing his abs and his sides, gently squeezing his nipples, even touching his lips as if circling his mouth teasingly. The big hot dick, which he had sucked twice so far since he had become a full pack member, not very successfully he thought, was relentless poking at his ass leaving sticky precome on him. "My God," Sam moaned helplessly. The mind numbing waterfall smell and the sinfully sweet scent of red wine made him dizzy; without realizing he had started to push his ass back at the dick like a bitch in heat.

"Seems our new enforcer wants to get fucked," Colt stated with a slightly teasing voice.

Sam blushed and stopped his humping. "Sorry, Meta. I ..."

"You think he can take you?" Prime interrupted the enforcer's rambling.

"He'll learn to take it like the good enforcer boy he is," Colt answered, while his hand wandered down the hard back of the embarrassed wolf to find his crack.

Sam shied away.

Colt kept pushing and unless Sam wanted to fall out of the bed, he had to accept being penetrated. "He's very tight though."

Sam wanted to be swallowed by the ground.

"Enforcer on your back, lift your legs," Prime ordered in his alpha voice.

Colt wondered whether this would become a hierarchy enforcement training session or sex, but he let it happen for the moment. He smelled that both Sam and Prime were in heat, a dizzy strawberry orange punch combo hitting his nose.

Sam swallowed nervously and lifted his strong tanned legs exposing his pink hole to the two other men. Instinctively, he pushed his smooth calves to the side with his elbows, holding his feet high in the air with his hands.

Colt nodded and Prime's hot tongue made contact with Sam's crack. The young man moaned. "Oh my gosh."

Prime played with the pink virgin hole, pushing his tongue in just a little bit, licking the rim, penetrating him with his fingers, softening him, opening him up.

Sam had never felt anything like that. He was going crazy. A hunk of an alpha wolf made love to his ass. He tried to pull his legs back further to allow the red hunk even deeper access. "Please, Alpha, please."

Prime looked at Colt, who shook his head. He enjoyed the view too much to move already to fucking. Instead he guided Prime's head back to Sam's ass pushing it deep, causing a desperate moan from the young enforcer.

While Prime was driving Sam crazy with his skillful tongue, Colt's hands caressed the marine, tracing the muscles on his back, which moved beautifully whenever the Alpha tried to get even deeper into Sam. His fingers painted the tan line and felt the smooth and blemish free white skin on his ass. Slowly his fingers touched Prime's hole, which was moist and soft, ready to be taken. When his fingers entered, Prime jerked, driving him deeper into Sam, who suppressed a scream.

"So is the enforcer ready?" Colt asked quietly.

"Yes, Colt," Prime answered with a hoarse voice, nearly with a bit of reluctance.

Colt knew Prime would have loved to get fucked right now, but he also knew Prime would never be jealous of one of his pack wolves.

Sam's big dark eyes looked hungrily at Colt, who positioned his dick at the enforcer's tight, but by now moist hole. And as if ordered, it opened a little bit, welcoming him.

Prime's spit had lubricated the young man well, so Colt glided in without too much resistance.

Sam was lost in the gray eyes of his Meta. He couldn't breathe, seemed a truck wanted to get up his ass; and it seemed his ass welcomed the truck in an act of self-destruction. It hurt, it hurt bad, but it hurt so good. The wine made him dizzy, the beer had him loosened up, and when he felt hair against his ass, he knew the big dick of his Meta was now in him completely. The thought alone could have made him come. He realized, though, that he himself wasn't hard at all. His dick stayed small in his cage despite leaking precome like a tap.

"Come on, marine, lick my ass!" Colt ordered.

Prime positioned himself and his tongue started to send shivers through the nerdish Meta.

Every time Prime touched him, Colt pushed deeper in Sam. When he moved out, forcing Prime away, Prime pushed back greedily, shoving Colt's rod deeper into Sam. Sam started to whimper uncontrollably, saliva dripping out of his mouth, like precome out of his flaccid dick.

Colt felt Prime's big strong hand separating his ass to have even better access.

Sam's eyes showed him thousands of lakes up North, reindeers running over green flat land, he felt the freshness of the air at the Arctic Circle.

When Prime's push against his ass became nearly violently strong, Colt had to support himself, putting his hands left and right from Sam's neck. Sam instinctively took his lock with one of his hands holding it up to Colt, who grabbed it stretching the chain around the enforcer's strong neck to stabilize himself like using the reins on a bucking horse.

And when Sam cried a tear of lust, Colt came.

Prime didn't let Colt slip out after his orgasm but held on to Sam's hip to push his tongue into Colt's ass and Colt into the whimpering enforcer, until the Meta had exhausted himself breeding the dark-haired young man.

When Colt finally could dislodge himself, he noticed Sam hadn't been fully clean.

Prime twitched his nose and said: "Enforcer, get a wet towel and clean Colt."

Sam regained control of his senses and muscles and jumped up into the bathroom, returning with a smaller towel wet with warm water. He knelt before the bed and carefully wiped Colt's softening dick until there was no trace of shit, come or any other fluids on it. When he was done, he put the towel away and looked into those impenetrable gray eyes and said with a weak voice: "Thank you, Colt. That was amazing."

Colt nodded with a smile. "You better clean yourself, Sam, otherwise you'll make the bed dirty."

"Yes, Sir."

When Sam came back from the bathroom, he was surprised to see Colt lying on his back with his arms behind his back, enjoying how Prime licked his dick, which was angrily stiff as if it hadn't spurted just 10 minutes before.

"What are you doing there?" Colt asked the dumbfounded boy. "Get here and start working this cock!"

Sam nodded and positioned himself accordingly. It was nearly a fight, which Sam would lose again. Prime and Sam were gently pushing each other to get access to Colt's dick, each of them swallowing it deeply. The young enforcer was envious how easily Prime could take the cock down his throat, with the absence of any gag reflex. Sam tried the same but had to give up quickly, allowing Prime to show him again.

Sam started to caress Colt's balls, while Prime continued to suck for real. He felt that Prime had put his hand on the back of Sam's head to ensure Colt felt both hot mouths on him all the time.

The young enforcer was so horny. He would have never thought a dick would make him so crazy. He'd always known he was a bottom, but this was not bottoming; this was being helplessly submissive to another man. No this was needing to be helplessly submissive to this man.

He felt that Colt was close.

Prime released the cock, which glistened with his saliva, his wide mushroom head angry, the veins bursting. The Alpha pulled Sam's head closer allowing no resistance. And when Colt ejaculated again, all the come landed on their faces. Sam felt the hot seed smelling so intoxicatingly addictive all over his cheeks and chin; he saw come on Prime's smiling face.

For a second he didn't know what to do next, but then Prime licked Sam's face, and then Colt's softening dick. Sam moaned with unrestrained horniness licking his Meta's come off his Alpha's handsome face.

He was in heaven.

Finally they lay in bed like in the beginning: Prime's large hot body spooning Colt, who in turn held Sam close.

"Feeling OK, Sam?" Prime asked in a hoarse voice.

"Feeling amazing."

Colt kissed the young wolf on his shoulder blades.

"You better be prepared for a lot of teasing tomorrow."

"Brian?" Sam asked.

"Yes."

"Understood. Is it always like this?"

"Like what?" Colt asked.

"So intoxicating. I feel like I'm drunk."

Prime snorted. "One beer and this wolf is drunk."

Colt elbowed the marine.

"Ouch. Yes it is. We're imprinted on each other, so sex isn't just sex. It's like brainwashing."

"Fucking hell, my brain hasn't only been washed but been through several spin cycles," Sam joked.

In this moment the marine hymn interrupted the whispers.

"What the hell?" Colt asked turning around.

"Sorry, my phone," Prime jumped out the bed to get his persistent mobile phone to shut it down. When he saw the number, he said: "Mother."

"Take it," Colt told him, turning back to Sam. He saw how Prime tapped on the phone saying quite formally: "Hi, Mother." Putting on his boxer shorts, he left the room to talk outside. For a second Colt was jealous of a man, who had no self-consciousness concerns about standing in the middle of parking lot only in his boxer shorts, even with a chain and lock around his neck. Fucking wolves.

Colt's hand pulled Sam closer, who in contrast to before had no reservations anymore about pushing his hard bubble ass against the young nerd.

"Oh fuck it, I can't sleep while he talks," he said.

Sam turned around and looked at the Meta in surprise. "Shall I go to the other room so you can sleep?" he offered.

"No, enforcer. You better lift your legs like a good bottom boy, as I'm going to fuck you once more until he's back.

The man with the cropped dark hair, the dark brown eyes and the determined cheekbones, whimpered submissively. He lifted his legs, welcoming the intrusion.

When Colt was close, he bit into the neck Sam had offered him instinctively. A second wolf in his pack would have his tooth imprints visible for days.

Briefly he fell asleep, still in the young man. He heard Prime come back barely fully waking up. He knew Sam had cleaned him again and sensed how they sandwiched him carefully, closely enough to feel protected, loosely enough to be comfortable. When Colt felt two sweet mouths kissing his cheeks good night, he finally fell asleep.