His green eyes were locked with mine as he finger-fucked himself, mouth slightly agape as he breathed heavily, his placid cock twitching until it was standing straight up and rock hard, dripping with precum. The sight had me groaning and reaching out for his bruised thighs, watching enamored as he pulled his fingers from his hole and lifted himself on his knees, taking hold of my hard shaft and teasing his entrance with the tip.

He sat back, and my cock easily slipped up into him, his back arching and his head falling back with a sharp cry as his nails scratched across my abs. There were red lines there now, not deep enough to draw blood, but they still stung, and somehow it had my dick twitching inside of him, the head pulsing right against that bundle of nerves that sent him over the edge last time.

“I-I’m okay,” he said before I could even ask, and I moved myself so I was propped up on my elbows, lifting one hand so I could cup it around his face.

My heart bled at the way he tipped his face into my touch, eyes closed and tears caught in his lashes, red lips parted just barely as he rocked his hips into mine. When he finally opened his eyes, the black pupil was in a sliver, his green eyes practically glowing from the moonlight, his sharp canines even sharper than before as he panted, reaching out to grab onto my shoulder as he grinned.

“The moon makes my skin tingle,” he hummed, licking up my neck and making me shake, “Are you my alpha, Malcolm?”

The undertone sounded like wolf, and damn if it wasn’t sexy. Scott’s alpha was always unique, so different from the others, reckless and crazy and dominant, he would get in fights he couldn’t win, but when he was with me the alpha in him was always teasing. It’s like his animal enjoyed testing me, and I could feel my cock swelling bigger, stretching him more. His fingers were raking through my hair, tugging at the blonde locks, and holding me in place as he kissed me hard, the sharp canines stabbing at my lips, which had me growling.

“If you’re my alpha then prove it,” he cooed to me, nipping my bottom lip, “Are you master enough to control me?”

A snarl slipped from my lips as I pushed forward, shoving Scott onto his back and falling over him so both of us were basking in the silver glow of the moon. The darkness seemed to fade away and the colors of my room became sharper as my pupils slit, I could feel the uncomfortable tug of my jaw as my canines sharpened, my wolf’s conscience scratching around my skull as I pushed Scott into the mattress and started jerking my hips, thrusting hard and deep into his body so his back was arching like a bow.

The noises he made were filled with carnal lust and animalistic desire as his nails raked down my back. I couldn’t get enough of him suddenly, the light of the moon pumped me with energy I thought I’d lost, and I pounded relentlessly into Scott until I could feel my orgasm racing though me violently, heat spilling into Scott. I didn’t stop after that, though.

I simply pulled from him and flipped him back onto his stomach before sinking my hard cock back into him, moving wildly as he cried out and groaned. He’d already come twice by the time I put him on his back, and he came a final time as I poured my cum into him, my head tilted back as I panted and squeezed his hips, thrusting forward a few more times to assure that every drop of essence was deep inside of him.

Then I released him, and he slumped onto his stomach, panting but looking content. My body sagged in exhaustion as clouds covered the moon, and I looked out my window to make sure the light wouldn’t be casting over us again, because any more of that, even if I was enjoying it, was going to break either me or Scott.

“Sorry,” I panted, leaning over Scott, who hummed with a smile.

“Why?” he laughed, looking up at me, “That’s gotta be the wildest sex I’ve ever had.”

“That’s the only sex you’ve ever had,” I argued, and he chuckled, pushing himself up and wincing as he shuffled around on his hands and knees, pushing my chest to get me to lie down before he flopped on top of my chest, sighing.

“Damn,” he breathed, rubbing my chest with his palm, “Do you think you’ll remember that when I’m gone?”

“Probably,” I chuckled deeply, wrapping my fingers around his hand while my other arm curled around his shoulders, staring out the window as I rubbed his upper arm, frowning as my mind flew through the last few hours that lead Scott and I to this moment.

The annual feast marked a milestone in the life of werewolf youth, when they would be finding their mates, starting families, and taking permanent places within the pack, my pack, the West Kerry Clan. My place had been solidified from the moment my mother knew she was pregnant.

Born an alpha male, the only heir to the clan, son of Luna Cecilia and Alpha Wade Kerry. I didn’t have any siblings, so there was no other path for me to take besides the one I was born on. I got the best training, the best education, from the moment I could blink and hold onto objects without dropping them. This was my birthright, to take over from my father when the time came, but for my best friend, it was different.

Scott Dannell had an entirely separate path to take. He was born an alpha, like me, but his parents had died long before he could remember, his mother passing away due to heavy blood loss during childbirth, and his father mauled beyond recognition by rogues. His father and Alpha Wade had been dear friends, so when Scott was orphaned, Wade and Cecilia took him into their home, my home.

It was probably because of his lack of connection in the Kerry Clan that made Scott the perfect choice to be an ambassador, trained from birth for the day he came of age, where he would start on a personal journey alone across the country to another pack, the Paige Clan located in the east. It was Alpha Wade’s hope to one day join the packs, unifying them to strengthen our numbers and power.

He trusted Scott entirely, and could think of no one better to send as an ambassador, and I did agree that there was no one better, but the thought of him leaving my side had me choking on my breath, words lodged in my throat that I could never manage to get out no matter how hard I tried. I knew he would be leaving me, during the feast I knew it, because he was of age, and that was the duty he’d agreed to, but I hated it.

When I fell asleep, that would be it, I would wake up and he would be gone from my arms, our night of pleasure slowly forgotten as he trekked across the country, all on his own, towards a new pack where he knew no one. Scott was strong, I knew that, he was good around people, he smiled a lot, and he had a level head made for an alpha, in all honesty he seemed more fit to lead than I was, but he was so quiet. He was odd for an alpha, not as domineering or naturally rough. He had the gentle aura of a Luna or a Shaman, sometimes I wondered what his mother had been.

His father had been an alpha, I knew that much, but Alpha Wade never talked about Scott’s mother, so I had no idea what she had been. Considering Scott’s sweet disposition, I had to assume she’d been a submissive wolf, a Shaman, maybe with Luna blood like my mother, that would explain a lot.

It made me worry for him constantly, because while he had a spit fire personality sometimes, his tender character would never allow him to follow through with the fights he’d start. I can’t even count the number of times he’d started a fight only to get the shit beaten out of him because he couldn’t find it in himself to fight back. His tongue was sharp, but when it came down to physical attacks, he was lacking.

My main concern was he’d be in a new place without me there to keep an eye on him to keep him from getting himself killed. What if he got hurt? What if he died on his way to the other pack? I’d never see him again, I would never know he was gone for good, I would lose my mind.

“Malcolm?” Scott stretched his arm across my chest to hug me, his hot breath against my neck, “I know you’re worried, I can feel it, but I’m going to be fine.”

“Maybe dad can find a different ambassador,” I choked a little, moving my hand up to rake my fingers through his hair, “You can just stay with me, Scott.”

“You know I can’t,” he laughed softly, his lips against my neck in a soft kiss, “I need you to trust me, okay? I’ll send word when I get there so you know I’m okay, promise. I’ll never forget you,” he shifted around and pushed himself up to hover over me, his dark hair veiled around his face, his hand on my cheek, “I won’t ever forget you, but you have to promise not to forget me either.”

“Never,” I assured, my hands skimming down his sides to hold his hips, “I love you so much.”

“I know,” Scott grinned at me, leaning down to kiss me, his forehead leaning against mine as he laughed softly, “It would be nice,” he said softly, “if we could live like this, I mean. But…,” he pressed his lips into a thin line, “It goes against everything, doesn’t it? We’re not mates, Malcolm…”

“Who cares?” I sat up, and Scott ended up sitting on my lap, his arms around my neck, “I’m serious, who cares? I never understood the whole mating thing anyway! Who does the goddess think she is, choosing who we’re supposed to marry and have children with? Humans don’t have to do that, so, why should we?!”

Scott sighed and rolled his eyes, “I know, you hate it, I do to. It’s scary, not even knowing who you’re supposed to be mated with, just waiting for that feeling, for your wolf to say you’ve found the right gal. Right now,” he lifted a hand, raking his fingers through his hair and looking down, “My wolf is angry at me, my head hurts, because we had sex. Not only are we underage, we’re not mates. We just broke customs that have kept our race alive for centuries.”

“Yea, but no one has to know,” I assured, rubbing up his back to soothe him, “This can be our secret. And hey, there are instances where a wolf never finds his mate. Maybe we’ll get lucky like that?” I offered him a crooked grin, and he snorted, laughing.

“Sure,” he said, “Let’s make a deal then. In a few years, I’m coming back, the alpha of the Paige clan will want to unite the packs, just like Alpha Wade has planned, and I’ll be coming back with them,” he cupped his hands onto my face, “When I come back, if neither of us have mates, let’s get married.”

My eyes widened in surprise, I thought he was joking, but there was no smile on his face, he looked entirely too serious, and I bit my lip, wrapping my arms around his waist, “Really?”

He nodded, “No one can really blame us if we have no mates, right? Just two friends deciding to be together rather than alone. What’s the harm?”

I was beaming at him, nodding furiously, “Yea. When you come back, let’s get married.”

“We can only do it if our mates don’t show up, okay?” he tapped my face with his finger, “No trying to get out of mating, though, okay? You need an heir, remember.”

I pouted and fell on my back so he was lying on my chest, stretched over me, “I’ll just go find some orphan alpha and adopt him,” I decided, grinning, “You can be the mom, okay?”

He snorted, “Hell no, I’m the dad.”

“Well I don’t want to be the mom,” I argued, and he hummed, folding his arms, and sitting his chin against them, smiling.

“You can be papa.”

My lips twitched up into a grin, and I stared up at the ceiling, “I think I like that,” I said, pulling the covers up over Scott, “Alright, daddy, I’m tired.”

“Wow, you’re not allowed to call me that,” Scott decided, slapping my shoulder before lying his head on my chest and wrapping his arms awkwardly under my shoulders, “Sleep well, okay? I’ll chase the nightmares away.”

I snorted at that, closing my eyes, “We can fight them off together.”

Scott hummed, rubbing his cheek against my chest, “I love you.”