“What is going on?” Eli mumbled, while Rhett fondled idly one of his tits. The light caress was enough to make his nipple hard, and his dick even harder.
“My bloodline is one thing, but lycans are meant to thrive in big packs. I just accepted Jack as part of our pack.” After the excess of anger from before, Rhett was now perfectly at ease. It dumbfounded Eli that these lycans could go through such incredible transformations in the span of minutes. Jack was also the very picture of obedience, still knelt at Rhett’s feet, busy licking slowly the lycan prince’s heavy ball sac.
“What does this mean for Micah?” Eli asked. “He needs to decide on his own whether he wants--”
Rhett silenced him with a kiss. “Jack, tell Eli what he doesn’t know. My nose doesn’t lie to me, but Eli is only human, after all, even if being my bitch grants him the highest status in our world.”
Jack was quite the sight, his mouth full of Rhett’s balls like that. He let go so he could talk. “Your nose doesn’t lie to you, alpha, indeed. Micah is already carrying my puppies.”
Eli supported his chin with one hand. “Are you kidding me now? You… bred him?” he sputtered.
“I felt his scent from a mile away. It makes me so eager to impregnate my bitch, as well,” Rhett said, pulling Eli close and giving him a lazy kiss that lasted long enough to make Eli feel slightly dizzy and ready to spread his legs and get bred properly by his lycan prince.
“Why didn’t you guys say anything?” Eli asked. “Micah would see things in a completely different light if he knew.”
“He needs to see for himself what it means to be apart from his lycan,” Rhett said. “Yes, as you say, in your human language, he needs to make his own decision.”
Eli felt unnerved by that argument, although he couldn’t say why. He turned his attention to Jack, who, like an eager puppy, continued to lavish his alpha’s large cock with swipes of the tongue. How did that work exactly? Weren’t all lycans supposed to be manliness incarnate? How could he surrender like this?
Not that it was bad or anything. After all, they had him subdued and compliant now.
“What about you?” he asked Jack. “Knowing that Micah is already pregnant” – he didn’t believe he was saying such an impossible thing out loud – “why didn’t you tell him?”
Jack’s grin was positively wolfish. “Because I fooled him.”
Eli gasped in outrage. “Why did you do that?”
Jack shrugged. “Because he’s quick to leave me. He’s a good bitch, tight and ready to go at any moment,” he said while starting to stroke his cock, “but he’s fussy as a guy. I know he thinks I’m dumb. He worries that our kids are going to be retarded because of me.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t think about such things,” Eli argued. “And he doesn’t think you’re dumb.”
“Yes, he does,” Jack argued back. “I’m not stupid.”
“Can you please stop licking Rhett’s cock for a moment?” Eli asked.
Jack gave him a confused look. “But that’s how I pledge my alliance.”
“Having an ass full of Rhett’s cum doesn’t bother you?”
From the corner of one eye, Eli could tell that Rhett was watching the entire scene with unconcealed amusement.
“No,” Jack replied. “He’s my alpha. He’s stronger than me, so I accept his jizz.”
“So if someone else mounts you and gives you his cum--”
“I’m stronger because of my alpha,” Jack interrupted him.
Rhett squeezed Eli’s shoulder. “No one else can subdue Jack now. There are not many lycans in the world as powerful as me.”
“Oh, so there’s an entire world of lycans out there?” Eli rubbed his forehead and groaned. “Are we going to fight them?”
“I will reclaim my lands. And I am not destitute, I assure you,” Rhett continued so serene in his manners as if he hadn’t fucked another lycan into submission only minutes ago. “We are the dominant species. We will also be the dominant family.”
“By family you mean pack?” Eli asked. He had to.
Rhett confirmed with a short nod. “We will allow Micah the needed time to convince himself that an amazing life filled with regular knotting and birthing puppies for our pack is much more preferable to leading a life away from his lycan mate.”
“Jack didn’t exactly give Micah any choice. He bred the guy without asking.”
Rhett smiled like the king of a nation. “Lycans do not ask. We have already indulged your human weaknesses beyond what we would usually allow.”
Eli pressed a hand on his lower belly, feeling revolt growing inside him. “Did you breed me, too, Rhett?”
“No,” Rhett replied. “I love you, and I want you to be happy. I want it to be your choice to be with me. Which you already decided, don’t forget.”
Eli pursed his lips. “How can I be sure you didn’t fool me already like Jack did with Micah?”
“Each lycan knows what his mate needs,” Rhett explained. “Micah needs coercion. That’s what makes him thrive. You need freedom. So you have it.”
“Not so much if I’m now bound to you,” Eli reacted. “Do you really believe the crap you’re saying?”
Rhett removed his arm from Eli’s shoulders. “If you need to be away from me, I will understand.”
“Away from you? So… what? So you can fuck this lycan slut?” Eli clapped one hand over his mouth. What had come over him to make him talk like that? “Jack, I’m sorry, I’m just--”
“You’re jealous,” Rhett said, grinning widely. “You’re possessive of me, because I’m yours, just as you are mine. Do you understand the power of the bond now, Eli? It’s not a thing to take lightly.”
“Indeed,” Eli murmured. “I still pity Micah. He will be mad when he finds out.”
“Are you sure about that? He’s different from you,” Rhett reminded him. “In that regard. Not so much in others. For instance, if he catches a glimpse of Jack mounting another bitch, now that he’s also pregnant, he’ll go scorched earth.”
“Well, at least we’re not in any danger on that front,” Eli murmured.
“Are you sure?” Rhett teased him. “Because I remember how quickly you offered to let Jack mount you. With a condom, but mount you, no less.”
“Yes, but that was an idea that came to me under duress,” Eli argued.
“Of course, my dear,” Rhett said, placing a small kiss on Eli’s forehead. “Whatever you say.”
“Are you playing with me now?” Eli exclaimed.
“It’s worth a try. I believe I enjoy it when you fight me a little. From time to time, like a bit of spice in my food. You’re also incredibly enticing when you’re pissed, like now.”
A lycan’s power came, at least to some degree, from his bitch. Eli watched Rhett’s face, so open, so happy now, and his heart felt full. They’d figure everything out; and maybe smooth out a few personality issues, like Jack’s propensity for fooling Micah into getting bred. After all, Rhett was the alpha – he could surely get his pack members to behave.
***
Micah shifted in his place. Noah had brought him to his dorm room, because the library was a mess. The book lay between them, looking positively ominous.
“So, you took care of everyone? On your own?” Now that he was away from Jack and his-ever hard cock, he was in no hurry to find out how they could break the bond.
“I had to,” Noel said with a short shrug. “I have no idea how we’re going to explain the mess in the library and other things, but according to that fucker Veyr, they will wake up without knowing what happened.”
Micah turned as a soft rumbling of thunder reached him through the half-open window. “Maybe we’ll get a little help from the weather.” Night was coming down fast, too. His skin felt abrasive, cold as he rubbed his elbow hard.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Noel asked. “You seem to get along with your dumbass boyfriend.”
“Hey,” Micah frowned, a surge of anger rushing to his head before he could control it, “don’t call him that, bitch.” He stared at Noel dumbfounded and grimaced. “Sorry. I have no idea what’s coming over me sometimes.”
“A wave of lycan spunk, most likely,” Noel said. “No sweat. I’ve heard the word so many times over the last two days and nights that it no longer sounds like an insult.”
“Yeah, weird, isn’t it?” Micah murmured, wincing and adjusting his position again. His lower belly felt a little funny. Could it be that he was already missing Jack’s dumbass knot? No, the sensation wasn’t that of missing something but of… being full. Yeah, he was full of the dumbass’s spunk. And he was calling that beast names not because he hated him or anything, but because he—
Micah shook his head. Noel was already opening the book. So that was it. He’d learn what the book had to say and decide for himself whether he wanted to go through the terrible ritual or not.
He grunted as a short stab of pain shot through him.
“Are you okay, Micah?” Noel asked.
“I think so. Hey, do you have anything to eat around here?”
Noel nodded shortly and rummaged through one of the drawers by his bed. He threw a protein bar at Micah. Of course, the guy was an athlete. He wouldn’t eat stupid shit like Jack did. Whatever he did, it looked like he kept thinking of the handsome asshole. How was he right now? Was he still suffering over Micah leaving him there with Eli and Rhett?
Eli was a really pretty bitch, with his cute eyes and lithe frame. That Rhett better keep him impaled on his knot or Jack, who obviously jumped at the first opportunity to sink his cock in any available warm hole, would likely mount Eli.
“Hey, Micah, where are you?” Noel snapped his fingers in front of him. “You’re not still thinking of Jack, are you?”
“No, obviously not. He dragged me into this, and I get it that lycans can’t help their true nature or anything like that, but still – whatever, let’s just do this.” To show that he meant business, he began staring at the weird illustrations inside the pages of the book open before them. Even if they made little to no sense to him.
He tore through the packaging of the protein bar with his teeth and began munching on it. It had an unusual taste of chemicals, but Micah didn’t want to insult Noel by asking for something else. Still, it was getting hard to swallow. He craved meat, roasted juicy meat. His mouth began to drool and that made swallowing the bits of protein bar a little easier.
“What does it say?” Micah rubbed his eyes. Was he that tired that he couldn’t follow some written instructions on how to get rid of his lycan mate?
“I’ll explain it to you,” Noel said and pulled the book to himself. “It is as Eli says for the most part.”
“Most part? What did Eli leave out?”
“Not that he left anything out… I think not on purpose, but,” Noel pulled his eyes from the book, “according to this, Logan might not have long until… you know.”
“That sucks.” Micah bit on his lower lip and put the protein bar aside. “Can you, like, feel him?”
Noel shook his head. “He must be far by now, taking Veyr who knows where. I have no idea how to find him. Oh, Micah, what have I done?”
Micah patted Noel’s hand. “You couldn’t have known. Also, you had no idea such a book existed. Hey, maybe another lycan could feel Professor Hayes. I’m sure my Jack has the nose of a hound because he can sniff a bitch from miles away.”
Noel stared at him, and Micah stared back.
“Yeah, I know,” he said, feeling uneasy. “I should focus on how to break the bond with him instead of thinking of his big hard knot--” Micah swallowed hard. He was no longer hungry but he needed something in his mouth, large and meaty. If he dared to close his eyes, he risked seeing himself on his knees, gulping down Jack’s huge cock. He’d take those big juicy balls in his mouth, one then the other, and then he’d get back to deepthroating—
“Micah,” Noel said reproachfully, “are you thinking of him fucking you?”
Not exactly. Micah looked down in shame and noticed why Noel said that. Through the large pants Noel had found for him, his erection showed. He was hard just thinking of Jack and his big knot.
“Ah, damn,” he whispered. “How the hell do I convince that dumbass to break the bond? He can’t live without fucking.”
And he wasn’t the only one. Micah saw his situation for what it was, and it wasn’t good. Breaking the bond with Jack meant no more fucking, no more cocksucking, no more… knotting.
He caught his lower belly with both his hands and gasped.
“Do you need the bathroom?” Noel asked in alarm.
The painful sensation went as fast as it came to him. “No. I guess I just miss having a huge fat cock inside me. Sorry, it’s how it is,” Micah said.
He got up and walked to the window. Could it be that he was going through cock withdrawal or something like that?
The weather was really getting bad. The storm was getting closer and the crown of the trees, as much as he could glimpse from the window of Noel’s dorm room, were wildly shaking as a rough wind rustled their leaves.
It filled him with a sense of anticipation and dread for reasons he couldn’t understand. Did he really want to go through that ritual and break away from Jack and his big insatiable cock?
What was he thinking now? Sure he could. That was why he was here. He rubbed his lower belly and frowned. It was as if… something was stirring inside. Was Jack’s jizz… alive? Because he still had plenty of it inside him.
“Hey, Noel,” he asked in a toneless voice, “does anywhere in that book say anything about what breeding means, after all?”
“I don’t think so. This is a book on breaking the bond. But let me check.” For a while, Noel turned the pages slowly, obviously focusing on what he could glean from it. “This ritual really has terrible consequences,” Micah heard him murmuring. “Ah, here… well, it doesn’t say anything about breeding per se… but if the lycan’s bitch is pregnant, breaking the bond will lead to--”
“Why did you stop?” Micah turned to look at Noel.
The other student had a look of unconcealed pain on his face. “The unborn babies… the puppies… they just… you know.”
“No, I don’t,” Micah said and rushed back to where Noel was. He grabbed the book from Noel and let his eyes ran down the page. “That fucker,” he groaned. “I will fucking kill him.”
“Isn’t it better, as unideal as that is, to just break the bond instead of abandoning him? Like I did with Logan,” Noel said with a voice full of regret.
“I’m not breaking anything,” Micah said curtly. “I have to go, Noel, I’m sorry.”
The book wasn’t about breeding, but it did mention a few peculiar symptoms when the two mates were away from each other and the bitch was pregnant. By now, Jack had to be hard as a rock and most likely begging or threatening Rhett to mount Eli in lack of his bitch.
Micah pursed his lips hard. He’d grab that lycan’s cock and smack him in the face with it.
“Micah, wait, the storm--”
Noel didn’t get the chance to say another word because the windows opened violently, letting the wind and the rain in.
Micah didn’t wait a moment longer. Adrenaline surged through his entire body; he had no idea if he was furious or happy.
Or both.
tbc
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