A/N: This story depicts bestial appendages and improbable physical situations on anthropomorphic creatures in sexual situations. Any creatures with animalistic features are sentient, mythical creatures able to participate in sexual situations of their own volition. All characters are 18+. This story contains extremely rough sex, reader discretion is advised.
This story can be read as a stand-alone story, or can be read after 'Her First Heat' for a fuller storyline.
As always, if you want to skip to the good stuff, follow the asterisks (***).
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Vereise was the first of the alpha werewolves to wake that morning, curled against the broad, muscular chest of her mate and true love, Heath. She yawned and stretched luxuriously, sniffing the air as her nails traced the musculature along Heath's chest. Her ears perked as she heard pleasure yipping down the hall - it sounded like Amber, one of the pack's omegas. That combined with the spicy-sweet scent of a wolf gone into heat could only mean one thing.
"Hey handsome," she purred in Heath's ear, rubbing her curvaceous body against him sultrily. "Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you this morning. Amber's finally gone into heat."
Heath opened his piercing blue-green eyes and smiled tenderly at his mate, kissing her forehead as he pulled her on top of him to straddle his strong body. Her presence was a panacea to all of his troubles: the clever, gorgeous alpha was his partner in all things. He knew he could trust her judgment and if she said Amber had gone into heat, he didn't even have to sniff the air to check.
Vereise stroked her fingers along the scars that laced Heath's chest: earned by fighting challenges to his supremacy and defending the wolves of his pack. Her light brown eyes held amusement as she watched her mate take in the sight of her gorgeous body hungrily: he had never been one to hide his desires from her.
"Amber's a good girl, once she's initiated she'll not have a minute to herself, I'd wager," Heath smirked, cupping Vereise's heavy, full breasts as he reminisced.
"Much like I remember the fighting for you when you joined our pack. A battle royale that lasted a week." Heath recalled fondly, grabbing Vereise's hair to pull her close to his lips, a deep growl in his throat.
"You were worth killing over."
Vereise kissed her mate deeply and smiled, remembering the standoff between the young and cocky Heath and the actual alpha at the time. Most of the other contenders had tucked tail by the fourth day but Heath and the alpha had fought on, neither wanting to surrender the girl to the other wolf. It eventually ended when Heath had torn the throat from the other alpha after gaining the upper hand and giving the alpha the opportunity to yield. He earned himself Vereise and the position as alpha in the same coup de grâce. He and Vereise had mated all night on the bloodstained grass and they had been inseparable ever since.
Vereise kissed her mate deeply on the mouth, her nails running down his sides which made him shudder in delight. He let out a low growl of pleasure, gripping the thighs of his mate powerfully, spreading her to look at her intoxicating slit. Her soft pink cunt made his mouth water just as much as the day he'd first gotten a snootful of it as a younger wolf. He wanted her badly, but duty called.
"I'm going to check in on her. You stay here, naked," Heath smiled at Vereise, tucking her into the luxurious furs that decorated their massive bed. It could have held six grown wolves and sometimes did, but normally the couple slept alone. Vereise nodded, curling up in the warm furs to await her alpha's return.
Heath padded down the hallway, entirely nude and confident with each step. He was a large man: nearly seven feet tall with a broad, muscular body. He had long, dark hair that reached past his shoulders and his skin held a deep golden tan, the many scars on his body highlighted in their contrasting pallor. He was considered a handsome man by many, and many of those bore the scars of Vereise's abrupt end to their dreams of having Heath as a mate.
The scent of Amber's heat began to fill his nose and please his senses as he stalked down the corridor. Other wolves had started to wake up and watched from their doorways as their alpha strode purposefully to Amber's room. They were curious about the young omega and whispered among themselves, trading observations and rumours.
Heath ignored the others as he approached Amber's room silently, in time to hear the voice of the older lone wolf named Magnus say:
"Well done, mate." There was silence after that, some rustling and movement, but nothing else until Magnus' dark head popped out of Amber's room and he called back into the room:
"I expect Amber will have a very busy day ahead of her, that's Heath coming now..."
Heath smirked and looked Magnus over as the other wolf busied himself with arranging himself back in the leather pants he was wearing, stretching with satisfaction.
"From the looks of it, Amber's already had a busy morning. She hasn't even had breakfast and has already been mated," Heath paused before entering the room as he saw Reade's wolven form holding and licking Amber. Reade was a young and frisky beta who had the right qualities to be a good lieutenant once he grew into himself a bit.
"Make that mated twice, given that you're both here."
"Nah, man, mated once and served a little liquid breakfast, if you catch my drift." Magnus wiggled his dark eyebrows suggestively with an impish smirk. Magnus was a bit of a dog, but he was harmless: his age was a benefit as it helped keep the younger wolves like Reade in line. Magnus knew every trick in the book, so Heath tolerated the fact he was more or less a walking hard-on.
Heath rolled his eyes with a smirk, letting Magnus wander off before focusing his attention on the omega before him. Amber quailed slightly in his presence, squirming submissively.
