Page 48 of Bite

“Just a little more, omega, and you’ll get your cum,” he rasps as his knot begins to swell. It’s so different from my own, hiding until he’s nearly spent, and wrapping around the entire base of his shaft instead of bulging orbs underneath like mine.

“Dair,” he snarls. “Spread her pussy.” I do as asked, spreading her with my free hand.

Eager, Raine tries to stimulate Ferris’s knot by squeezing it with her other hand, but she can’t wrap around it enough, which only upsets her. Her teary eyes look over her shoulder at me, sad and worried. Without thinking, my hand that was just flicking her clit wraps around her much smaller one, and my strength and hand size help her milk Ferris’s knot.

His eyes meet mine, wide, dark, and ruined. “Fuck,” he yells, and then spills all over Raine as she and I work together to wring him for every drop. My eyes drop to watch attentively as his cum spurts all over our hands and Raine’s spread pussy.

When his dick finally stops jerking, I release his knot, and rub Ferris’s cum into her clit, quickly bringing Raine to another orgasm. Now coated in her slick and his spend, I bring my fingers up, deliberately looking Ferris in the eyes, and rub their combined essence on Raine’s bitten scent gland until it’s melted into her skin. When I lick it again, Ferris growls like a beast. My wolf prickles under my skin, hair sprouting along my arms in triumph for tasting them. I tend the bite a little more, and only then does Raine’s body slump with satisfaction, her eyes sleepy and sated.

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FERRIS

Abandoned Farm

The cool night air slaps me in the face, flushing the pheromonal haze from my nose and cooling the orgasmal sweat on my skin. I can think again, but my thoughts are scary and confusing. What the fuck just happened? My jealousy and anger rose when Dair kissed Raine, but when I knelt for her, my only intention had been to care for her by washing the irritating blood from her sensitive skin.

I can’t deny how much better I feel knowing that she smells like me, that her body is currently absorbing my pheromone-rich cum as Dair tucks her in for sleep. Dair, who orchestrated exactly what Raine needed when I didn’t know what to do. Who did not back down from my pheromones, who did not punish me for my reactions or demand I bow to his dominance. Dair, who saved our asses today, made the hard decisions, sacrificed his own friend, then helped Raine milk my knot empty and licked my cum from where he rubbed it into her neck.

I trusted another alpha to tell me what to do, and fuck, I liked it. I liked everything that happened, but I especially liked seeing the desperate, feral understanding in Dair’s eyes, like he knew exactly what I needed too and got off on taking care of us.

Raine used to be the only person I’ve ever wanted, but I’m not sure that’s true anymore.

This is pack, I think. This is what it’s supposed to be like. No more guilt, secrets, or disappointment. No more warring with myself to be less when I know Dair and his wolf can handle me whole.

“No more running,” I growl, then turn around and head back to the farmhouse.

Inside, Dair cuddles a sleeping Raine, his big hand petting her loose hair while her face tucks into his neck. He sees me standing in the doorway of the bedroom, and his eyes glow with the silver of his wolf.

“Come on,” he says, head nodding to the empty space behind Raine.

I slip off my shoes, remove my soiled shirt, and climb in behind her, instantly calmed by how much she smells like me. As if she can sense me, she rolls over and scoots close to my bare chest. My first instinct is to brace for Dair to growl, angry, but of course there’s only a soft smile on his lips. He’s not like them, I remind myself.

“What about a watch?” I ask. “Should we set up a rotation?”

“Nah,” he answers. “My wolf will alert me if there’s something wrong.”

“Alright.” I yawn, twisting one hand into Raine’s hair. I find the scent gland on Raine’s wrist and rub it gently with my other thumb, comforting me as much as it should comfort her. Closing my eyes, I breathe the scent of us deep into my lungs, then fall fast asleep.

Six Years Ago, the Eastern Territory

Iknew it was going to be really bad this time, but I didn’t predict today to be the day I would die.

“You are a beta!” my father barks, pushing all his dominance and power into the command. “You will submit!”

I let the command roll through my body and beg my instincts to give in, to finally give him what he wants. If we just give in, I tell my alpha, this will all finally stop.

I chant in my head, you’re a beta, you’re a beta, you’re a beta, over and over, and yet nothing changes my biology, not my father’s weak bark, and certainly not my own pleading. I think the worst part is, nothing will change who I am because I don’t truly want to be a beta, not deep down. I’m sick in the head, I decide, to choose my own wants over ending this abuse. I like being an alpha; I like being dominant; I like being able to defy my father and protect people under his radar.

But, gods, if only I could be someone else, all of this would finally end.

“You are such a waste,” he spits. “The son that should have never been born. You can’t even control yourself! You’re no better than an animal,” he screams. “Just like your traitor mother!”

I don’t flinch when his fist slams into my face, not anymore. I don’t cry out or beg for mercy as he tries to break my body and remold it into something desirable.

“No one wants a weakling like you,” he grunts, grabbing a handgun from the table lined with blades and crude weapons. He raises the barrel and places it right in the middle of my forehead. My lips rise in a snarl, but I swallow the growl trying to rise in my throat. “I should have done this a long time ago,” he hisses. “Put you down at the same time I did your mother.”

“Last chance,” he hisses. “You are a beta!” I bite my tongue until it bleeds, demanding my hormones to remain calm, begging my body to simply become something else, become the person he wants me to be. My soul refuses. He clicks off the safety, positioning his finger over the trigger, but before he can fire, a loud, haunting howl pierces the air.