For years, I’d fantasized about him, my best friend, whenever he looked away I would let myself indulge in the possibilities. I would imagine the silky black hair running between my fingers, pale skin bare and open, my fingers dragging over his sides as he trembled beneath me, his plump thighs spread out, legs wrapped around my hips. I imagined his head tilted back in the pillows on my bed, his long, slender fingers twisted into the sheets, sweat beading, and sliding down his perfect body. The way he would spasm as I thrust into him, his mewling cries whispering into my ear as I kissed and licked at the curve of his neck, our hands locked together, his stunning green eyes rolled up in his head as he shook uncontrollably from the pleasure.

I wanted to see every side of him I could, run my hands along his bare back down to his hips, anchor onto them as I rocked into him to hear his voice cry out my name, panting and breathless as he pleaded me for more, his skin quivering beneath my fingers. I wanted it so bad, I couldn’t even count the number of times I would lie in bed with my eyes closed and my hand around my engorged cock as I panted and imagined him with his mouth around me and his green eyes watching me come undone.

A year ago, if you told me, “All your dreams, Malcolm, all those fantasies, they’re going to come true,” I probably would have thrown you out of a window, but here I was, the night of my packs coming of age feast, with my best friend in my bed, clothes thrown around the room carelessly, his hands on my face and his lips against mine.

Holy fucking hell how did this even happen? If my parents knew what we were doing, who knew how much trouble we’d be in? Mainly because we were technically not legal yet. We were seventeen, I was about a week older than he was, and in werewolf custom, after the of-age feast where we graduate from adolescent shifters into eligible breeders, then sex was basically free range.

We had to consider both the customs of our people and the legalities of humans, though, just to be safe. At seventeen we would start searching for our mates, but we weren’t supposed to get down and dirty, breed, until we were over eighteen. Frankly I didn’t give a crap about age, because if I didn’t do this now, I may never get another chance to.

The lights were all turned off, but the moon outside the window was nearly full, casting a silver glow into my bedroom, just bright enough for me to see his face when we broke the kiss. He was breathless, his green eyes were incredibly dark from the shadows cast down from his thick lashes, red on his face, his ink black hair fanned out over the white pillow like a vintage piece of art from the Renaissance. Damn he was just so beautiful, I couldn’t believe it.

I ducked down to kiss at the pale skin of his neck, intent on leaving bruises that wouldn’t fade for weeks, his hands on my shoulders as he made a startled noise, head rolling to the side to allow me better access as heavy pants fell from his bruised lips.

“Malcolm,” he moaned my name, and heat raced down my spine to pool in my gut as I growled a little and nibbled on the skin at the contour of his throat, “We can’t… do this. We’ll get caught and we’ll get in trouble.”

“So?” I asked against his neck, and he sighed a little.

“It would be bad for your image. The pack won’t follow an unfaithful alpha.”

“I’m faithful,” I argued, “I’m faithful to you.”

“We’re not even of age for mating,” he hissed at me, and I leaned away from him to stare into his deep green eyes, frowning and pushing his hair from his face.

“They probably won’t even find out,” I argued easily, and he nibbled on his bottom lip, “Scott… I won’t regret doing this. It’s just sex, right? Nothing will come of it besides pleasure,” he still looked uncertain, so I dropped down to my elbows to be closer to him, pressing my forehead against his, “I love you,” I said, noticing the way his pupils dilated and his breath hitched, “I want to do this, but I won’t if you’re really that worried. We can just wait for when we’re both eighteen, right?” my smile was pained, and Scott’s eyes filled with tears as he rubbed his hands up my chest, shaking his head.

“You know… you know we can’t wait.”

“I know,” I laughed weakly, “but if you really hate the idea of being with me-.”

“I-I don’t!” Scott wrapped his arms around my neck, “I love you too, Malcolm Kerry. So much. I’m just… what if someone finds out?”

“How could they?” I arched an eyebrow, “I don’t plan on telling anyone, and there’s no one in the house right now to hear us,” I stroked my thumb over his lips, “This is our last chance, Scott. I’ve wanted to do this for years now. Say yes…”

I was basically begging by then, and Scott was watching me carefully, a sigh falling from his lips before he stretched his arms above his head, presenting his body to me and turning his neck to me submissively, biting his bottom lip. I knew how difficult that action must have been for him, especially considering he was alpha born like me, but he was willingly giving me his neck. That was all I needed before ducking back down to kiss the length of his neck hungrily.

The wolf inside me was growling in fury, for some reason he absolutely despised what I was doing, pulling down Scott’s sweats and throwing them off to where our shirts were before kissing at his chest. My head and my heart were telling me two different things, and my wolf was screaming contradictions to both.

My head said I should wait until I was eighteen, my heart told me to shut up and take Scott slow and hard, and my wolf was telling me it was wrong, this was wrong, I was betraying who I was, but that didn’t even make sense. I loved Scott, with every fiber of my being, I’m sure the goddess would forgive us just this once for sleeping together before we were old enough.

Scott made a noise of discomfort as I pushed his knees forward against his chest before sinking a finger into him, thrusting carefully and chewing on my lip as I prepared his body to take me in. He didn’t look like he was enjoying it at all, his canines sharp as he bit into his hand, tears on his cheeks as he pinched his eyes closed.

“M-maybe we shouldn’t do this,” I said, easing my finger out, and Scott released his hand with a pant, gaping at me.

“N-no, I-I’m okay,” he shifted around and rolled onto his stomach, his bottom lip clenched between his teeth and his face burning as his lifted his hips, looking off to the side shyly, “It’s bound to hurt the first time anyway, right? Just go slow and I should be fine,” he laid his head into the pillows, fingers anchored in the sheets as he looked back at me, panting in apprehension, and swaying his hips a little to tempt me, a soft smile breaking across his face, “Mount me, alpha,” he whispered, and even the animal that was denying this action snapped.

While moments before my inner wolf was telling me not to do this, warning me that the consequences of mating with Scott would be dire, now he was howling in lust, the dominant side of me going crazy with power as I grabbed Scott by the hips and leaned over him so my chest was flush against his back, spreading him apart and thrusting my hips against his, my hard length breaching the tight muscle of his entrance.

Scott cried out in agony, his head tipping back as he clawed at the sheets, thick saliva dribbling from the corner of his lips as I buried myself into his tight heat, grunting into his neck. I knew I was hurting him, he was trembling beneath me, whimpering, and I wanted to pull out, but he smiled back at me with a look of hesitant fear in his eyes.

“Keep going,” he panted, and I shook my head.

“I’m hurting you.”

“You’re supposed to,” Scott laughed, reaching back to take one of my hands from where I was holding his hip, pulling it up and kissing the knuckles, eyes closed, “Everything in this pack is yours, alpha, including me, so breed me, mark me as your property.”

“Damn it,” I buried my face between his shoulders, panting, “Scott… tomorrow…”

“Don’t think about tomorrow,” he whispered, “For right now I’m still yours.”

I nodded against him before shifting around, pushing his knees out so I was kneeling between them, leaning over him, and easily encompassing him with my size, though I was only a bit taller than him. Somehow, he seemed so small beneath me, my arms over his shoulders and my hands planted in the mattress beneath his head, which was hanging as he panted, waiting for me to move.

When I did, he screamed, his head thrown back, but I didn’t stop and he didn’t want me to. My hips rocked into his, my cock sliding in and out of his hole as he shook and struggled to keep himself up on his arms, moaning and whimpering as I impaled him. A sudden cry fell from his mouth and he dropped his chest onto the mattress, his hips slamming back into mine and a desperate noise on his lips.

“H-harder,” he mewled, and I listened, pulling myself nearly all the way out before slamming myself deep into him, his mouth opening on a silent cry as he spasmed beneath me, white spraying across the sheets as his green eyes rolled.

It took me a few more thrusts before I was cumming inside of him, spilling my seed with a strained grunt until there was nothing left, then pulled out, my heart pounding when I saw the red streaks on his thighs.

“Scott?” I reached out as he collapsed onto his stomach, trembling furiously and struggling to breath.

“I’m okay,” he assured me as I rubbed a hand over his lower back, taking my shirt and cleaning the spots of blood away from his skin, along with the cum that was leaking down his thighs.

“Damn,” I muttered to myself, rubbing his thighs and hips in uncertainty as he simply laid silently, his breathing finally settling, “I’m sorry. I really hurt you.”

“I’m okay, Malcolm,” Scott repeated, reaching one hand back, “Come here.”

I crawled over the bed so I could lie down beside him, one hand continuously massaging his lower back as his hand cupped the side of my face and he smiled at me, his thumb brushing over my cheek.

“I don’t regret it,” he said, “I think… it was a long time coming.”

“Yea,” I agreed quietly, taking his hand and kissing the palm before rolling onto my back, “Hold on, I got you something.”

I reached into my dresser, pulling out the little box and opening it so I could pull out the locket. It was a simple silver color with a crescent moon carved into the front, hanging on a thick silver chain. I popped it open to reveal a picture of the two of us together, curling towards him as I set it in his hand, smiling.

“This way you never forget me,” I said, and he bit onto his lip, his thumb smoothing over the glass protecting the picture inside.

“Malcolm, I… I don’t have anything to give back,” he said softly, and I kissed his shoulder.

“I don’t need anything,” I reassured, “As long as you promise never to forget me,” I reached out and brushed his dark hair away from his face, holding it as I eased closer, “I don’t know when I’ll see you again, Scott, so… all I want is this night with you. I want to make love to you so many times I never forget the feeling.”

Tears were welling in his eyes, and he sniffed, wiping at his cheeks before pushing himself onto his hands and leaning over me to set the locket on the bedside table before grabbing the glass of water there, dipping three fingers into it and sitting back, straddling me.

“Not dry this time,” he said, biting his lips and pinching one eye closed as he reached the wet fingers behind himself, a short noise falling from his throat as his body jerked slightly from the force of thrusting his fingers into his hole, panting as he used them to stretch himself for me.