Alpha by Sophie Fleur

later, Fred thought James might be regretting that statement. Fred was
on top of James, scratching at his furred chest. Fred liked that James had the
bear thing going on.
    “Not
bear, wolf,” James said.
    “This
knowing what each other is thinking is going to get annoying,” Fred said. He
leaned down to bite at the hollow of James’s throat. “I get to be Boss Wolf,” he
said, licking the spot he’d bitten.
    The corners
of James’s eyes wrinkled as though he was resisting a laugh. “Mighty wolf, have
mercy,” he coughed.
    “No
mercy!” Fred growled and bit his way down to James’s nipples, nipping at the
tips until James’s hands shook at his sides. He licked the thick veins on James’s
arm, nibbling at the crook of his elbow until James started to laugh.
    “Tickling
is not sexy,” he said.
    “I decide
what’s sexy. And I think riding a big bad Wolf is sexy,” Fred said.
    James
stopped laughing when Fred bent over to kiss him, crashing his mouth against James’s.
He licked inside James’s mouth, against those white teeth and beyond. He rubbed
his mouth over James’s armpits, smelling the wood and sweat. He knew he’d be
able to pick out James’s scent from a thousand other men.
    James
moaned, pulling at the sides of Fred’s hair. Fred bared his teeth and went for James’s
neck. He didn’t have fangs, but he wanted to mark James as hard as James had
marked him. He bit until he tasted metal.
    James
swiveled his hips underneath Fred, asking without asking.
    Fred got
a bottle of lube from the bedside table and slicked up his fingers. He spread
his legs, loosening himself for James while James looked on in adoration.
    “So hot,”
James said.
    Fred
wasn’t loose enough, but the look on James’s face spurred him on. James’s
cheeks had flushed a deep red and his mouth was open while he made soft panting
breaths. His bottom lip was bleeding from where he’d bitten it. He’d promised
to let Fred take charge, and he was trying so hard.
    Fred
stroked James’s cock, pumping it until pre-cum leaked from the head. He brought
his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.
    “I love
the way you taste,” he said. He slicked up James’s cock before impaling
himself, bearing down past the pain, watching James’s eyes roll back.
    He
gripped James’s arms, trying to push him deeper inside. The effort it took not
to move made Fred shake. Fred tried pushing down, but James felt so much bigger
when he lying down like this.
    James
lunged up, taking Fred’s mouth. He sucked Fred’s tongue as Fred swiveled on
him. James clutched his hips. His fingers were gripping so hard Fred knew he’d leave
marks. James didn’t stop until he’d bottomed out inside of Fred.
    Fred
couldn’t breathe. He clutched at James’s sweaty shoulders.
    “Okay?”
James asked.
    “I think
so,” Fred struggled to answer. He sat still, trying to get used to the
sensation, squeezing James’s arms. He gasped for air, overwhelmed by sensation.
The feeling of James inside him. The smell of them both, sweaty and hot.
    “Move,”
James said desperately.
    “I’m Boss
Wolf,” Fred said, pushing down on James’s shoulders. He’d wanted to be in
charge. He’d needed to show James that he was a man too and he didn’t need to
be rescued.
    “Well
move, Boss Wolf!”
    Fred
moved, delighted at being on top of this great beast. James was a club inside
him, moving along the inner walls of his body to that spot that made Fred’s
spine tingle. Fred used his arms to move up and down, faster and faster until
James pulled him down for one full deep plunge. James’s cock swelled again
until they were locked together. This time Fred didn’t feel crushed. He rode
the wave of James’s orgasm until it triggered his own.
    James bit
into Fred’s chest, leaving deep teeth marks.
    “Mine,”
he said.
    “Mine,”
Fred said back.
    Fred
caught his breath as he listened to the sound of James’s heartbeat. He traced
the tattoo design on James’s