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Elijah

I hadn't expected to strip naked and jump into bed with Dice, only for him to fall asleep. The evening after the confessions and unexpected blowjob didn't really go anywhere, but the intent was there at least.

The wolf was big, and he took up most of my bed, his giant pawed feet hanging over the edge. This was his idea, and I thought we'd fool around a little more, but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out. It was as though he hadn't slept in days, but as soon as he was unconscious, his arms wrapped around me.

I wasn't disappointed or anything—actually; I was more relieved. Relationships like these didn't happen often, at least as far as I knew. However, there were videos on the… darker parts of the internet featuring daring humans hooking up with whatever subspecies of Melioran they preferred. I had never watched them myself, but I had heard stories in the ER from nurses and doctors who treated a few of these people. Some needed emergency surgery after things got too rough, while others were pretty bruised up. The worst part was, the patients were usually with wolf partners.

Everything was so much bigger, and their anatomy could be deceptively normal-sized, only to end up being way more than a human could safely enjoy. It happened more with women than with men.

The bed was hot despite the air conditioning being down so low. Dice was a natural radiator, especially under the covers. Aside from the heat, it was comfortable having him next to me, his fur so soft and the scent of his cologne intoxicating. It was so much better than being alone.

After ten more minutes of him squeezing me tighter, I pushed up on his arms and pulled away the blanket, allowing a rush of cold air in over the beaded sweat that had accumulated on my chest and back.

I heard a sniff and a slight groan behind me. “You okay?" Dice asked, his voice groggy.

“I'm fine." I smiled and shrugged away the discomfort, not wanting to tell him the truth.

“Damn, I don't remember falling asleep," he muttered. I looked back at the dazed wolf who sat up in the bed, his back now against the headboard.

I draped the covers back over my bare lower half and sat up next to him. “I didn't mean to wake you up; you're just really hot."

The wolf cocked a sly smile as he took what I said as being flirty, but as he noticed the sweat, the smile faded to a pout. “Oh," he said, looking down at the covers. “Sorry about that. One downside of having fur."

“It wasn't so bad once I got out of the covers." I reached over and grabbed his giant padded hand. He hadn't trimmed his claws in a while; instead, they almost seemed to be filed into sharper points. “When's the last time you've slept?"

“I never really sleep anymore." He gave my hand a squeeze and smiled. “I like it here. Wish I could just stay."

“Then stay," I said, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

“I can't disappear for too long. My dad's bound to notice and send the whole pack looking for me."

“We should probably continue the discussion from earlier," I said, watching as his ears folded down against the sides of his head. “What if after three weeks we decide we wanna be with each other more? What's the plan?"

“I—I don't know. I'll think of something."

“No," I whispered. “This should be something we both decide." He didn't look up. “If I leave Tesak, will you follow me?"

“You don't understand, Eli." It wasn't the first time someone shortened my name, but for whatever reason, hearing him do it made me feel strange. “If I leave, my father's influence doesn't stop at the border. He has enough money to pay an army to find my ass, if that's what it took. Then he'd kill you just to break me. That's the monster he is."

With every word, it was like he was stealing my air. Maybe this was too dangerous. Being with him… was too dangerous.

“This was idiotic of me," he continued. “I just wanted one night, I guess. I knew nothing could come of this, but I wanted to feel what it was like."

“What was like? The whole 'me giving you commands' thing?"

“No," he said with a slight chuckle. “That is pretty kinky though, and I like it. No, what I mean is, I wanted to see what it was like to be with a human that actually liked me. Even if it was just for a night. Yeah, this was selfish. I'm sorry."

I exhaled softly through my nose as I tried to calm whatever this feeling was. Was I pissed, sad, or flattered? It was probably a combination of those, but the more I spoke to this wolf, the more I liked him.

This was a cliché tale as old as literature itself. A trope played out generation after generation, but instead of star-crossed lovers in warring families, we were beast and man, merely wanting reprieve from the loneliness and unrealistic expectations others place on us.

“It's incredibly selfish," I muttered, letting go of his hand. He let out a sigh and turned away. “But, I'm kinda glad we got to know each other."

I smiled, and the patter of his tail against the pillows told me all I needed.

“Yeah," he said, turning back toward me, his grin matching mine. “I'm not gonna give up. You said we've got three weeks, and I'm not wasting them."

“When I mentioned three weeks, it was under the assumption that this had a possibility of going somewhere."

“Yeah," he blurted. “A lot can change in three weeks, Eli." My face warmed when he said my name like that again. “Let's get some sleep." He shuffled back down into a laying position, turning toward me. “I won't smother you this time."

“If you snore in my ear again, I won't be able to promise you the same treatment." I leaned in, and our lips met, then our tongues. Kissing his strange mouth was going to take some getting used to, but there was a technique to it all. Usually, after a few moments, we'd fall into a rhythm, and it was hard to pull apart.

Somehow I went from sitting beside him to laying on top of him, our mouths still locked. God, this felt amazing. It seemed wrong how normal it was, despite being so far from anything normal. His heart pounded against my chest, and I rose and fell in time with his breathing. Was this happening? Were we going to take this further?

With other men, this was the moment I'd take charge, but tonight, I had a hard time feeling that way. Despite the wolf's submissive behavior, he was still what most would consider an alpha. Though I hated that term, I kind of wanted to see where nature would take us. Who would step up first?

When he began thrusting against me, I got my answer. There were no barriers. We were both completely exposed, and he was getting hard, his strange cock sliding upward. Thankfully, it slipped past my unprepared ass, but grew longer and thicker between us. It slid up between my own painfully hard erection and past at my navel.

I'd always thought I hit the genetic jackpot with my size, and I'd get the usual surprised, eager looks from would-be partners, but tonight was the first time I'd ever felt… small.

It finally stopped growing, and I gasped when a fleshy, softball-sized knot pulsed under me. It was what every wolf was famous for, but feeling it in person… There was no way in hell this was going any further.

I pulled back, our mouths breaking for the first time in—wait, what time was it? I glanced over at the alarm clock, which read two thirty-eight. We'd been doing this for almost fifteen minutes. How did time seem to get away from me?

“This feels good." Dice growled as I sat up, my legs straddling him. His monstrous cock lay wet under me. “You wanna let me—"

“I think we should wait on this."

“You know I wouldn't hurt you," he said, sitting up, supporting my back with his hands as he kept me against him. “But we don't have to that. You wanna be in control?"

I sighed, knowing what I really wanted, but I was nowhere near prepared. “Nah, I'm not feeling it tonight. I'll finish you off, but you'll have to show me what you like."

“Don't worry about it. It's really late. How about we just go to sleep?"

“You're not annoyed, are you?"

“Do I sound annoyed?" His sharp grin seemed a bit forced in the near complete darkness of the room, lit only by the faint blue glow of a nightlight from the end of the hallway.

I leaned in and gave him a much more conservative kiss on the nose before rolling off of him, my abdomen, thighs, and underside completely drenched from his arousal. It was all I could smell now, the strong heady scent making it hard to calm down. Perhaps in the next three weeks, I'd explore him more—maybe do some much-needed experimenting.

For now, lying against him was enough; though this time, I kept the covers off.

***

Dice

My vision faded to a single point in the room as I agonized over what was about to come out of my mouth. The burgundy tufted leather couch in that familiar office felt like I was sitting on lumpy concrete. Gero never did like his guests to be too comfortable, especially when they weren't invited.

The door opened, and the old wolf padded in with a look of confused giddiness. He didn't seem at all annoyed by my presence, despite my threats yesterday.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise," Gero said as he leaned against his long, heavy oak desk, looking down at me. At first, there was condescension in his voice, but that wasn't quite the feeling I sensed.

“I can't kill my dad."

“I know it's hard to put down family, but—"

“You don't understand," I interrupted. “I can't kill him, but don't mistake that for me not wanting him dead."

“I see." I knew he'd disappointed to hear that, but there was no way I'd win against my father. Even if I were stronger, I'd choke, and it would cost me everything. There was too much at stake now. “So, you're going to take the coward's way out and mate with my daughter." He smiled and looked over at the door. “Or my son? Which is it? What way does Dice go nowadays?"

I swallowed hard. “I've never—"

“Please," the old wolf said with a chuckle. “I found out what you two were doing a long time ago, but I wasn't about to let it continue."

“You have seven sons." I felt the rage boil inside. “You couldn't let just one of them be happy?"

“With you?"

“No," I muttered. “I have my reasons."

“You both are alphas. Breeders. Able to pass on the strongest genetic traits of our clans." He started laughing so hard, he couldn't seem to catch his breath. Maybe I'd get lucky, and he would die with that crooked grin plastered on his face. “Imagining you two together is too funny. This would destroy any chance we'd have at taking this city. Two alpha males rutting each other, not able to continue the line—we'd collapse under the absurdity. Everyone would think us weak. Oh, the hyenas would have a field day."

“Two of the strongest together could have only increased our strength. What is this? Mentality from thirty years ago, you fossil."

“Strongest?" He laughed again. “You're here because you can't even kill a male twenty years your senior. You and my son may look strong, but you've both got that weak, submissive side. At the very least, my son is trying to be more than that."

I kept everything controlled. If I lost it and killed that old bastard, everything would go to hell. “New deal," I growled through bared teeth.

“Oh?"

“I'll kill my father, but I won't cede power to you."

“Do you plan on killing me too?" His expression was frustratingly unperturbed. What was he hiding?

“No," I said, standing up from the couch. “That'll be Troy's decision when he's leader."

His eyes widened in surprise, but I could smell something else coming from him. A scent of desperation? Fear? No, none of those. He was likely too old to let passion get the better of him, anyway.

“If you insist on giving it to one of my sons, give it to Ryker. He may not look it, but he's a natural leader."

“He's an idiot." I took a step back and nodded. “You know, I think I've realized just now what the hell is wrong with everything. The wolves our clans value as leaders should have never been in that position to begin with." I folded my arms and stared him down. “No deal. Once I do this, power goes to Troy. It's the one thing I can still give him."

“Do you think he's strong enough for that?"

“Of course he is."

“Do you think he's intimidating enough to hold on to that power?"

I paused, trying to discern where he was going with this. “He would be a great leader because he's not like that."

“He'll spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulders, and he'll have six brothers and your family waiting in the dark with sharpened claws to put him down. He just needs to show one ounce of weakness—which he will—and they will rip him to shreds." His stern gaze unsettled me, and the closer he inched toward me, the worse the feeling got. “Troy's never been able to kill anyone. Never even been able to raise his voice. Not like you. You'd actually be a formidable leader, if it weren't for your biggest weakness."

I huffed, annoyed that the conversation cycled back to this. “It's not a weakness."

“I'd call courting a human male a weakness."

That was the moment I felt the old wolf's hands tighten around my heart, squeezing. “E—excuse me?"

He grinned. “The deal we made before is the deal we're sticking with."

“I—I… what?"

He turned and walked over to the desk, which was suspiciously empty, save for a green lamp and one ominous manila folder. Gero snatched it up and turned back around, leaning against the desk as he thumbed the papers. It got harder to breathe as he read aloud.

“Elijah Thomas, aged twenty-seven, nurse practitioner, recently quit his job at the hospital and got a glowing recommendation from your father. Interesting." He glanced up, arching his thick, grey brows. “How nice of him to do that."

“Alright, I get your fucking point," I said, my voice so hoarse it didn't even sound like mine anymore.

“I don't think you do," Gero hissed, closing the folder. “Yesterday, you threatened to mate with my daughter, but I wasn't too concerned with that, for obvious reasons. However, that was my wake-up call. You're too unpredictable." He shook the folder before slamming it on the desk. “Now, I believe you have something to take care of. And you will turn your clan over to me, or the next time you see this… Elijah, he will be a half-eaten corpse on your front step." He padded close and grabbed my snout, pulling my teary gaze toward him. I couldn't believe I was about to cry. Me… crying in front of that last person who should have ever seen it. “Now you get my fucking point."

I jerked away and snarled, all the while feeling the water well around my eyes before dampening the fur of my face. As I reached for the door, his voice stopped me.

“Say nothing to Troy," he said. The enjoyment in his tone coupled with my uselessness only further infuriated me. “Ever again."

I pulled open the door and ran out into the towering marble halls.

***

Elijah

Nothing could have crushed my mood today as the mop glided across the kitchen floor with me belting out 90s music off-key with the radio. The entire complex likely heard me, but there were zero fucks given at the moment. When was the last time I'd felt like this? High school? Early college? Everything seemed new again, like I got a do-over.

Even though we hadn't gone all the way, it was pretty damn far. Despite the uncertainties of the sex and the situation, simply sleeping next to him was enough to send me on a disgusting trip of doe-eyed grins. Once we got accustomed to being next to each other and got the cover situation figured out, we both slept like logs.

Pounding from the floor under me was the signal that the neighbors had finally had enough. I turned the volume down and sat the mop against the counter before walking over to my dining room table, pulling out the chair before sitting.

I shuffled through the stack of mail I'd collected earlier, having not yet gotten into the habit of checking it every day. The post office finally left a green notice of abandonment on top of the stack of mail dated for today. Hopefully, it didn't mean they were going to stop delivering, but even if they had, it wouldn't make a difference. Everything worth doing was done online, and snail mail was more delegated to unwanted junk.

Still, something interesting might have ended up in the post.

The endless stacks of coupon books were the first to go, followed by those envelopes with the fake car keys from desperate dealerships. When I came across an envelope with a handwriting, it stopped me from tossing it with the others. There was no return address, but my full name and nothing else graced the front in slanted, sloppy penmanship.

When the realization that someone had physically placed this in my box, my giddiness deteriorated fast. This was ku klux klan type creepy. Perhaps it was a neighbor sending me a complaint. Until now, there would have never been a reason to.

I looked toward the sliding glass door that led to the balcony outside before my attention shifted back to the letter. It had a bit of heft to it, like there was more than just a piece of paper inside. It felt like there were several firmer squares. Were these pictures?

I tore open the envelope and let the contents fall onto the table. They were photographs as expected, but each one was of me through various windows of my apartment. Finally, the last one was… from last night. The photograph was taken with a telescopic lens, and brightened enough to reveal every detail. Me straddling Dice, kissing him.

Nausea tore at my stomach, my hands now shaking as I dropped the picture. There was no letter to accompany these invasions of my privacy, which made it even worse. At least with a letter, I'd know the intent of whatever threat this was.

I didn't think to close the blinds last night because it was dark and who would have seen us up here? My bedroom window faced a windowless side of the building next door, and we were a few stories up.

After feeling some of the blood return to my face, I stood and drew the vertical blinds to a close over the sliding door. Every window of my apartment was compromised.

When rapid pounding came from the front door, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Eli, let me in," Dice said in a loud but hushed voice. I ran across the room and unlocked the door, throwing it open. He rushed inside, and I fastened the deadbolt behind him.

“Dice, what's going on?"

He stopped and turned toward me, grabbing my arms in a panic. “We're getting the hell out of here."