College Magic Cycle

Star Crossed Chapter 1

Introduction

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This storyline is about couples who are different backgrounds that clash. The first chapter deals with tow couples. Kyle (a mind mage) and Simon (a werewolf who was raised by a mage mother) are the first couple and Lalo (werewolf) and Oliver (mage) are the second.

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Star Crossed Chapter 1

The weekend Before Family and Friends Weekend

This storyline focuses on relationships that are apparently mismatched. The storyline begins with two couples: Lalo and Oliver, and Simon and Kyle.

Lalo

Last night had been a shock to my system. My boyfriend Oliver had been part of a plot to kill someone, and not just someone, but Domenic Chase the elf. The entire pack had been ordered to stay away from him, but that hadn't stopped Simon, our pack's newest alpha, from participating in a conspiracy to kill him. I didn't know whether Oliver or Simon was the originator of the plot, but both of them were involved.

I didn't know what to do when I found out about it. I should have reported it to our pack leader, Drew, but I hadn't wanted to get Simon in trouble. The only thing I could think of was to find Kyle. The whole plot had come about because of the way Nico had been abusing him. If Kyle had been okay with the plot, I would probably have kept it to myself, but he hadn't wanted to see Nico harmed, and I was glad that he hadn't.

Kyle had done some terrible things in his past. I didn't know the details, but I'd heard snatches of conversation. What I did know was that he'd beaten up Simon before he was a member of the pack, and that he'd raped Kieran while he was under the pack's protection. But that wasn't the Kyle I knew from study group. The Kyle I knew was kind, generous and peaceful. And I had counted on him to do the right thing.

Once I'd located Kyle, we'd gone into the woods and Kyle had convinced Simon and Oliver to protect Nico from the hunters who were trying to kill him. We all got involved. I was... well I was less effective than I wanted to be. I've never been much of a fighter. I'd changed into wolf form so the hunters could only harm me with silver weapons, but I'd ended up with a few deep cuts and a mouthful of moly elixir that had left me retching for half the fight.

Oliver on the other hand was... amazing. His wand moved so fast I had a hard time seeing what he was doing. He trapped one hunter in watery mud and he made it rain acid on another. The smell had been so bad that it would have made me sick if the moly hadn't already done that.

When the elves and the other fae turned up, the battle was over. But, Instead of killing them, the elves had turned all the defeated hunters into babies and had taken them to be raised by childless couples. And somehow Simon, Oliver and I had all ended up with the favor of the elves. It was a better ending than I could have hoped for.

Back in the dorm, Oliver had taken me to see Marvin the mage healer who lived on our floor. Since the cuts on my body were made with silver, my wolf spirit wouldn't have been able to speed their healing. Once I was good as new, Oliver had grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me toward his room.

"Virga Merlonis! I'd forgotten how horny a magical duel could make me." Oliver waved his wand and chanted, "Te vestimentis denude!"

My clothes flew off my body and landed in an untidy heap. Oliver's eyes were sparkling with excitement and he was smiling wickedly. In rapid fire he cast two more spells.

He shouted, "Te purgeo fragrantia tua propria exclusa et culum unguo!"

I felt that tingling sensation that I'd come to associate with magical cleaning. And then, "Te ad lectum iacio!"

I flew backwards and landed on the bed on my back. I didn't hear the spell Oliver used to remove his own clothes, but he landed on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my own. He said, "I am so horny that I can wait to get inside you again."

I smiled up at him and teased, "Is that all I am to you? A convenient body for you to use?"

He kissed me and bit my lip. "An exceptionally pretty body, yes. And I plan to do very naughty things to you tonight. Do you have any objections?"

I shook my head. Before I could catch myself, I mumbled, "No, alpha."

I blushed from head to toe. This new, sexually aggressive Oliver was exciting and he was triggering all my most submissive beta traits. It wasn't just my brain. It was my ass as well. Oliver had used magic to clean and lube my ass, but the relaxed looseness was a result of my anticipation of being penetrated. It was funny that I'd been drawn to Oliver in part because my body didn't react this way to him, but right at this moment I couldn't have been happier about it.

Oliver put his wand on the nightstand. Then he grinned at me. "Is that what I am? Am I your alpha?"

I shook my head. "Not anymore, not since you put your wand away."

He sat up, his butt resting solidly on my belly, and ran a finger down my chest. "Is that what you think? That I can't control you without a wand?"

"Oh fuck, Oliver. You can control me with your cock and with your cute butt. You don't need a wand to make me sit up, roll over, beg, and whatever else you may want. But let's face it. I can take you without your wand. I just don't want to."

He leaned forward and kissed me gently, barely brushing my lips with his own. Then he sat up straight and rubbed his ring. "Manusque tuas pedesque vinculis magicis constringo!"

Ribbons poured out of his ring and wrapped around my wrists and ankles, tying themselves to the bed so that I was stretched out like an X. They looked like colorful silk, but no matter how much I pulled against them, I couldn't break them. Being tied up like this by Oliver sent a jolt of pleasure through me and my cock began oozing precum.

Oliver ran his hands over my chest and then pinched both my nipples. "Everyone underestimates me because I'm small and I look harmless, but I am never unarmed."

I chuckled and said, "I surrender. You've beaten me. You're still the alpha."

He rubbed his ring again and said, "Encantum dimittatur."

The ribbons dissolved into nothingness. He leaned forward and kissed me passionately, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair and maneuvered his legs between mine. "Mm. I am for tonight. Maybe tomorrow I'll let you play at being the alpha."

My cock left a slimy trail down his body as he slid down between my legs. I ran my hands through his shaggy blond hair and replied, "I think I'd like that. As we approach the full moon, I'm going to get more and more aggressive. I hope that's alright with you."

Oliver spread my legs further and lifted my hips so that they were resting on his thighs. "How alpha can you be if you're asking my permission to get aggressive?"

He had me pegged. I was always trying to convince myself that I wasn't the bottom beta everyone in the pack assumed that I was, but, deep inside, I knew it was true. At least with Oliver I could pretend. When an alpha growled or touched me, my knees grew weak and my asshole loosened. Even the betas, Benjy and Chase aside of course, had that effect on me.

I smiled at him and shrugged. "I guess you've discovered my secret. As long as you give me a chance to play alpha during the week before the full moon, I'll be satisfied."

Oliver smiled warmly at me and ran a finger along my crack, sending shivers up my spine. "It's not really a secret. Simon told me that you liked a guy who can take charge, so I've been thinking about how I can be that guy for you."

My hole had begun to quiver against Oliver's fingers. I bit off a whine and asked, "When did you and Simon have time to talk about me?"

Oliver pressed gently against my hole with his finger. My ass welcomed him. He immediately found my prostate and stroked it. I noticed that he'd trimmed his nails. (Usually they were longer and uneven). "We talked while we were making plans, and while we were driving out to the woods. Was he right? Do you want me to take charge like this?"

I nodded and whimpered, "Yes... but... it's important for me to take charge in the week leading up to the full moon. It should energize my wolf spirit and bring both my spirits into alignment. The rest of the time is yours."

"What do you mean about energizing your wolf spirit and aligning it?" he asked.

I wrinkled my brow, struggling to find the words. It was hard to explain the nuances of being a werewolf to an outsider. "I think I'm in danger of becoming a gamma wolf. I didn't even know they existed until a member of the pack turned into one. If I spend all my time submitting, even to the betas, I'm afraid I could change... and I don't want to. I like being a beta. We don't have the responsibility that comes from being an alpha and we don't have to find an alpha to take charge of us."

He worked a second finger inside me and rubbed his thumb against my taint. "Good. I don't think I'd like you becoming some kind of permanent submissive. I enjoy sex the other way too, sometimes. In fact, until I met you, I had no idea that I had it in me to be this... dominant. And I'm not looking for a slave. Even Kieran's relationship with Jason weirds me out sometimes."

Damn! Were we perfect for one another or not? Oliver was the only one who'd brought out that dominant side of my own nature. I'd been secretly hoping that he'd do to me what he was doing right now. It had taken me a long time to get the courage to act first. When Edgar teased me about being Oliver's lapdog and him putting a collar on me, I'd blushed. Sure, I'd been angry and offended, but I'd also been aroused. And that night, I'd dreamed about Oliver doing just that. When he'd bound me to the bed with those ribbons, it had felt so right.

"I like dominant Oliver," I admitted. "I like him a lot."

He nodded and gave me a serious look. "You need to tell me if I go too far, Lalo. I'm not a mind reader, and I can't always pick up on verbal cues or body language. If I'm doing something you don't like, you have to tell me."

"Poppycock!" I said.

He seemed confused so I explained. "If I say poppycock, it means stop."

Oliver grinned and shoved a third finger inside me. He began stretching my ass as he spoke. "Poppycock it is then. As soon as I hear the word poppycock from those sexy lips I'll stop immediately."

I was beginning to feel full, but I wanted more. His fingers were long, but what I wanted was his cock. I looked up at him. My breath was coming out in ragged gasps. "I need you. I need you inside me."

Oliver

Since I'd topped Lalo that first time, I'd felt like a different guy. I know that it's a cliché, but I really did feel like I was a boy then and a man now. I couldn't believe how afraid I'd been of taking that step. Being inside Lalo was like a rite of passage. It was also like the first taste of a new drug and now I was addicted. I'd had to stop myself from daydreaming about it seven times since this morning. And the seventh time was when he showed up in the woods, when I should have been concentrating on the hunters. I saw him and, even though he was in wolf form, my mind flashed back to the two of us in bed. (We were both in human form, thank you very much! But now I was considering learning the wolf form given how well I'd taken to the crow.)

I looked down into his beautiful eyes with those ridiculously long eyelashes of his, and I knew I was going to explode as soon as I entered him. I used my free hand to stroke my Serapis medallion just so, and for the second time today I whispered, "Ejaculatio mea retineatur."

Satisfied that I could hold off my orgasm as long as I desired, I pulled my fingers out of his tight warmth and pushed his legs back and to the side so I could see his entire torso, from his iron hard cock to his lightly muscled shoulders. I'd expected a versipellis to be hairy, but Lalo had only a light dusting of hair on his chest and legs.

He was beautiful. And that wasn't just because I was enamored with him. I'd heard others say it. I saw the eyes of other guys light up and follow him when he walked through the halls. I still couldn't understand how a guy as handsome as Lalo wanted to be with me. Not only that, but he was the one who'd chased after me. It was unbelievable. Even I had trouble believing it.

I rubbed my cock against his hole. The sensation would have made me cum immediately if it hadn't been for my spell. Lalo bit his lip, arched his back, and moaned. "Damn, Oli! I'm going to blow before you even get inside me!"

I shook my head and said, "No you won't. I'm going to edge you the mage way."

He was nodding vigorously. "Do it. I want this feeling to last forever."

I twisted the words of my spell. "Ejaculatio tua retineatur donec alterum nostrum velit."

The earlier spells I'd cast on him had all been simple physical manipulations. The retensio ejaculationis spell was different. It affected his body in an intimate way and he could have used his will to resist me. The fact that he hadn't done so meant more to me than I could say. It didn't feel like submission. It felt like trust.

I didn't want to betray that trust. I wanted to be worthy of that trust. I ran a finger over his lips and he winked at me, swallowed it and started to suck. I said, "Lalo. I want you to understand what I just did. I'm not trying to control you or to dominate you. The spell will keep us from ejaculating until either of us says the unlocking phrase."

"What is it?" he asked.

I put a finger on his lips again and said, "Don't repeat it. I know how to say it without triggering the release, but you don't. The phrase is ejaculemur."

He nodded and replied, "Thank you for trusting me. I've got it now."

He was thanking me for trusting him with something so simple, when he'd been the one to show so much trust in me earlier. I replied, "I do trust you, Lalo."

He smiled up at me and demanded, "Less mushy stuff! More fucking my ass!"

"You asked for it," I said. Then I pushed inside him slowly.

Lalos squeezed his eyes closed and sighed. He moved his ass against me, pressing back to take more of my cock inside him. He moved his legs to wrap around my skinny waist, like he was afraid I'd try to escape him. I hadn't been underestimating the urgency of impending orgasm. If it weren't for my spell, I'd have shot my load inside him as soon as I breached his culus. As it was, every inch of shaft felt overly sensitized like those delicious moments right before cumming.

I reveled in the pleasure and began thrusting in and out of his tight hole. Lalo whimpered and tightened his thighs. I could see his cock sticking up at an angle from his flat belly, like it was straining to stand upright.

He gasped, "Chingame duro, Oli! My dick is so hard that I think it's going to burst. And your cock is hitting the right spot every damned time. You're like some kind of fuck-wizard."

At first I thought he'd said fucking wizard and I thought of course I am, but then I realized what he had said and I wished I could have a tee shirt made with the phrase Fuck-Wizard on it. "If I'm a fuck-wizard, what does that make you?" I asked.

He smiled up at me and said, "Your fuck-puppy?"

I thrust inside him hard and pinched his hard nipples. "Not fair. If I call you that, then I'm some kind of anti-versipellis racist."

"We won't tell the pack," he groaned. Then he grabbed my wrists and held them against his pecs and added, "not so long as you keep squeezing my nips and pounding my ass like you are."

Lalo was breathing hard and his mouth was hanging open. I wished I was tall enough to kiss him while I fucked him, but Lalo had a couple inches on me. My first instinct was to make little kissy faces at him, but that would have been the old me, trying and failing to be sexy. After spending more time than I should admit doing research online (watching porn), I realized there seemed to be a consistent script I could follow, at least as a starting point.

I leaned forward and placed my mouth on his nipples, flicking them with my tongue and then biting them gently until his moans turned into high pitched whimpers. I fell into a steady rhythm, pulling out slowly and thrusting in quickly. And Lalo did his part, squeezing me with his ass when I was pulling out and relaxing when I was pushing inside him.

We spent several minutes fucking, each of us moaning incoherently. Sweat coated our bodies and our skin started sliding against each other's. Lalo was staring at me wide eyed, his pupils dilated and his breathing shallow and raspy. I was so caught up in the powerful sensations of pleasure running through my body that I didn't notice how much the denial was affecting Lalo. I was far beyond the point where I would usually have cum.

Lalo exclaimed, "I don't know how much more I can take of this, Oli. I think my heart is going to fly out of my chest."

I shook my head, spraying him with the sweat that dripped from my brow. "I'm leaving it in your hands. If you're ready, you know what to say."

He inhaled as deeply as he could manage and barely managed to get it out. "Ejaculemur_!_"

With his words, my vision went white and my body clenched tight. All the pleasure that had been building in my body rolled through me in a mighty wave until my cock became the center of my being. It was almost painful when I shot my first load deep inside him. And then my body relaxed and the wave of ecstasy flowed back to cover my entire body before it reversed direction and focused again on my virga, bringing another load. And the cycle repeated four more times.

When I came back to my senses, I collapsed on top of Lalo, my belly sliding across his in a massive pool of his semen. Lalo grabbed hold of my shoulders and pulled me up so that we could kiss. Breathlessly he whispered, "Amok Time."

I shook my head. "Sorry. I don't understand."

He laughed as he stroked my sweaty hair. "Star Trek? Pon Farr? The time when Vulcans are stripped of their ability to reason and are reduced to their most basic animal need to fuck?"

I shook my head at him slowly and then kissed him. "You're a bigger nerd than I am, Lalo. And I love that about you."

He sighed. "You are culturally illiterate for such a smart guy. I'm going to have to show you some of my favorite television programs."

Neither of my parents really watched television, and I only watched documentaries, but if Lalo wanted to show me his favorite shows, I wanted to see them with him.

"I look forward to it," I said, snuggling up next to him.

Kyle

"We need to stop before we both cum, Kyle. I want you, but not here in front of everyone. I want our first time to be private and... romantic."

I breathed heavily and asked, "Our first time?"

He kissed me again and said, "Heck yeah, Kyle. I have been thinking about nothing else for a week now."

Those words were still echoing in my mind as I drove back to Baylor Hall. Simon was sitting next to me, but neither of us said anything until we pulled into the parking lot. Only then did he look over at me and say, "Drew is spending the night with Dawn, so you can stay in our room if you want to get out of Nico's."

He paused, then added quickly, "You can sleep in my bed and I'll take Drew's unless... unless you want to sleep in my bed with me."

A sense of relief swept over me. I was glad that Simon and Oliver had agreed to save Nico's life when he'd been attacked by the hunters. I knew that the elf had feelings for me that could be his own elven version of affection. I would always be grateful to my former master for helping me to understand who I was, but I wanted to move away from his influence as soon as possible and really begin my new life away from all of that, for now at least.

"I think I'd like to sleep in your bed, Simon, but I've done a lot of mind magic today, so I'm not sure that I'm up for anything more than sleep tonight," I replied honestly.

Simon put a hand on my shoulder and said, "If you're okay with it, I plan to just hold you while we sleep. I want to feel you in my arms."

A shiver ran down my spine, a shiver of pure contentment. I looked at his handsome face, still showing signs of pain from the fight, and I leaned over to kiss him. He grabbed hold of my face and pressed his lips against mine. My head started spinning and it felt like my stomach was tying itself into knots. I don't know how long we kissed. On the one hand, it felt like forever. On the other, it felt like it was over in a second.

Simon was breathing as heavily as I was when we parted. He pressed his forehead to mine and said, "We'd better go inside and continue this in bed."

I nodded and said, "Yes, sir. Let's go."

Simon opened the door but then looked back at me with a question in his eyes. "You are free of that magical enslavement, aren't you?"

I nodded and gave him my friendliest smile. "I am."

"What's with the sir, then?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I like your dominant side and I didn't think it was appropriate to call you alpha since I'm not one of you."

He stepped out of the truck and I followed suit. I grabbed his bag of iron weapons and hefted it over my shoulder, balancing it with one hand. Simon came around to my side of the truck and wrapped an arm around my waist. He pulled my free arm around his shoulders and said, "I'm okay with the Sir so long as it's your choice."

We walked around the building and saw Nico standing by the elm tree that dominated the lawn to the north of the front door. For just a moment, I saw soft fae lights hovering around his head until they disappeared along with the little sprites who were emitting them. He waved us over.

His face was as alien as ever, perfectly symmetrical with slanted purple eyes and a shock of white hair standing up like bristles on his head. When he smiled, we could see his sharp teeth, so much like a cat's, but somehow even more menacing. In that moment, I knew why our ancestors feared his people. Oliver had told me that humans, magical or mundane, called them elves when they were being friendly and goblins when they weren't.

Nico held out his hand and I shook it. He said, "You're free now, as you know, but I am still invested in you, Kyle. Your freedom was your favor, but you can always call on me if you need me."

He touched my raven earrings. "These are under your command now. You can share one with..." he glanced over at Simon and added, "...someone you care about and the two of you will be able to communicate, but the primary enchantment remains as well. If you call my name, I will hear you."

He leaned closer and whispered, "And so will Buckwalder. He'll be very disappointed if he thinks you don't want him around."

Then he stood upright and glared at me. Only his smile betrayed his friendliness as he said, "Don't try and steal my servant, Kyle. He'd leave me for you in a moment and I would be most unhappy."

I smiled back at him. "Don't worry about it, Nico. I'm not looking to woo Buckwalder away from you."

The look on Simon's face told me that he'd never before seen Nico without the glamor that made him pass for human. When Nico held out his hand to him, Simon showed no fear, but his arm tightened around my waist.

Nico spoke imperiously. "Take care of Kyle, Simon, and don't even think about hurting him."

"I'm not the one who hurt him before, and I don't plan on hurting him now," he replied unflinchingly.

Nico smiled his most predatory smile. "Good. Then we'll have no problem. I'll suggest to Drew that he stay with Dawn or Zeno and leave the two of you in peace until Sebastian gets back from Hesperia to play with the room assignments. If he doesn't take my suggestion to heart, speak to Desi on the fifth floor. He can give you the key to one of the basement rooms."

Simon nodded but didn't speak. It was like he didn't want to acknowledge his gratitude. I knew that he didn't like Nico, but I did, in a strange sort of way at least. I'd have to find some way to help him get past his anger.

Simon's feeling's didn't seem to faze Nico. He remained as haughtily impassive and elfishly stoic as ever. Finally he added, "And Simon, you can remove the iron you have sealing your room. I won't harm you unless you try to harm me." He left out the implied again. "And Buckwalder will be annoyed if he can't check up on Kyle. He's grown quite fond of him."

Simon narrowed his eyes at Nico. I thought he was going to make an angry retort that would further inflame trouble between him and my former master. Instead he said, "Promise me that what you just said is true."

For a moment, I thought Nico was going to get angry. He merely smiled and said, "You're learning. You'll be a great leader for your people one day, Simon."

Then he seemed to grow in size and his power became palpable. He intoned as if in ritual, "I, Domenic Chase, Duke of the Elms of Central Park and Justiciar Errant of the Summer Court, declare that I will not harm you or those you love, nor will I allow those under my command to do so, so long as you do not cause harm to me or those under my protection, nor allow your friends and allies to do so."

Simon was deep in thought for a few moments, then nodded. "I'll accept that. The strife between us has ended. Hopefully it will not arise again."

I felt rather than saw Simon's wolf spirit manifest. Although it was weak compared to the bulwark of calm power coming from Nico's aura, it seemed to challenge him. The look on Nico's face showed surprise and acknowledgement.

"Your power is growing. I am impressed," he said with the slightest inclination of his head, like a superior to one who was barely inferior to him.

I was the one who spoiled the moment. "Ahem, if we're done with... whatever this is... we need to get some rest."

Nico laughed, not a sinister chuckle, but a real laugh. "Take your lover to bed, Simon. He's done with our display of spiritual posturing, and I'm ready to go back to pretending to be a normal college student. Don't forget to remove the iron wards."

Simon nodded and said, "Let's go, Kyle."

We walked into the building. There were only a couple of guys in the common area this late. Aidan's friend Edgar with his roommate Gordan who called out, "How's it going, Jock Bitch? You wanna do some pole dancing tonight?"

He'd been in the audience at the Blue Room earlier and he was a little drunk. Simon turned in his direction and let out a deep resonant growl that seemed to vibrate throughout my body. He glared at Gordan and said, "Kyle's mine. An insult to him is an insult to me, and I don't see Aidan around here to protect you. I wonder how happy he would be that his minions were stirring up trouble between us."

Gordan's face paled, like he'd just realized what he'd done. He stammered, "I... I'm sorry, Alpha. I didn't mean any disrespect. It's just that I've seen the..." His voice trailed off as Simon continued to stare at him and make that low pitched growl deep in his throat. "... you know, the videos and..."

Edgar jabbed him in the ribs, the whites of his eyes showing around his irises. "Stop talking now, Gordan!"

He looked at Simon and inclined his head. "We're sorry, Alpha. It won't happen again."

"See that it doesn't. And spread the word. Kyle is mine and I protect what's mine," Simon snarled.

Then he led me upstairs. That growl hadn't been directed at me. I'd only caught the fringes of its effect, but I'd wanted to drop to my knees and show him my devotion. As we came to the third floor, I whispered, "That was sexy as hell, Simon."

He gave me a sly smile. "So, it turned you on?"

I inhaled deeply and said, "Yes, SIR! You can growl at me any time."

He opened the door to his room and ushered me inside. He said, "I will, and when I do, what will you do in return?"

I tossed his bag of weapons aside and knelt on the floor. I looked up at him and replied, "I'll do anything you want me to."

He put a hand on my head and gently ran his fingers through my hair. He asked, "Why?"

I said, "Because that growl reminds me how much I want to be with you, how much I've wanted to be with you from the first moment I saw you. I want to serve you in any way you want me. I want to be your devoted..."

"Do not say slave, not to me, Kyle, not even as a game," he demanded.

I could tell that he was serious about that. And I shared his feelings on the matter. It was true that I'd almost said "slave", but that wasn't really it. I said, "I want to be your devoted submissive. I've learned a lot about myself, Simon. And one thing I learned is that I need a dominant lover who can give me the strong hand I crave."

He put a hand under my arm and guided me to stand next to him. I was six inches taller than him so I was looking down at him, but I still felt like he was the one with all the power. He said, "I'm happy to give you what you need. We need to talk about all this, but not tonight. Tonight I just want to feel you next to me while my wolf helps me to recover."

I nodded and replied, "Yes, sir. I want to do that too. I mean, I want to feel you inside me, but it seems better, more real, if we take it slowly and just lie down together tonight."

Kyle took hold of my tee shirt and pulled it up over my head and then dropped it into his hamper. He kissed my chest and then kissed his way down my abs to the waistband of my shorts. He pulled them and my jock down in one movement, leaving my cock to bounce free. When I stepped out of them, he tossed them in the hamper as well.

"Get into bed," he said, and I couldn't comply with his order fast enough.

He pulled his own clothes off and joined me. His own much bigger cock was also erect. He paused for a moment to remove an iron wire he'd placed over the door and then climbed in next to me and said, "Turn on your side so I can snuggle up against your back."

I did, and he pressed his cock against my ass and wrapped his arms around my chest. He kissed the back of my neck and said, "Usually I just jump in bed with guys I like and fuck them on the first night. And none of those hookups could be dignified as a relationship. I don't want to just hook up with you, Kyle. I want everything, the dinner dates, the dancing at the club, the holding hands on campus, me buying you flowers, and I want to be here in bed with you every night that I can be."

My chest felt tight and tears were coming to my eyes. I managed to choke out, "I want all that with you as well, Simon."

We lay that way for an unknown amount of time. I fell asleep to the feeling of Simon's breath on my neck.

Simon

Kyle fell asleep before me, and I woke up before him. He'd rolled over in his sleep so that he was lying on his back. I was still lying half on top of him, but now my arm was sprawled across his chest and my right leg was wrapped around his. I propped my head up on one arm and looked at his face. When we'd first shared a room, the week before the term started, I'd seen how handsome he was, even though he obscured it under excess weight, a short but unkempt beard, skin splotchy from poor hygiene and a bad diet, and dark circles under his eyes. He'd changed all of that. He'd lost the extra weight. He was now clean shaven. He was taking care of himself, watching what he was eating and getting more sleep. Plus he'd cut that shaggy hair of his that had been just shy of being a mullet. Now he sported short hair on top of his head that seemed to lay in fashionable spikes even without using product, and the sides were cut in a medium fade. As much as I didn't consider myself a shallow person, Kyle really was the man of my dreams. And not just from the aesthetics, but the changes he'd made to his mental health were equally as attractive to me. I felt like I could stay here all day just staring at this man, in my bed, in my arms.

I turned over onto my back and adjusted Kyle's arm so that I was snuggled comfortably in the crook. I pulled out my phone and held it out for a selfie. Kyle looked amazing with his dimpled jaw and kissable lips. (He had lips much fuller than the average whiteboy). I ran my fingers through my loose curls to make them passable enough. I didn't care that it wasn't perfect. I wanted folks who saw it to realize that we'd been sleeping. I took several pictures so I could choose the best. Our bare chests were exposed, but I kept the picture G-rated (okay, probably PG just because we were both clearly naked and we were sharing a bed).

I posted the two best to Instagram. I labeled the post, "Look what I found in college! The perfect hot jock!"

I made sure to tag Kyle so he'd see it. Then I tried to get out of bed without waking him, but when I was climbing over his body, he roused from sleep and grabbed my hips. He pulled me down and kissed me. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I decided to spend some time kissing Kyle on the bed. I'd had a dream just like this, the two of us waking up in bed together, making out with my lover.

My erection pressed against Kyle's rock hard abs. He took hold of it with his hand and I noticed his palms and fingers were a lot softer than I expected given how hard he lifted weights. When he'd given me that incredible massage last week I'd been too caught up in the feeling of ecstasy to notice, although I had noticed how soft the skin on his back and legs were.

Kyle smiled at me and said, "You seem really horny this morning."

"I am," I replied, "but I need to go to the bathroom before we can do anything about it."

We were only a week shy of the full moon so my wolf senses were available to me even in human form. I could smell everything, from Drew's dirty socks in the hamper to the sweet scent of the last few drops of coke in a can that sat on the dresser, and from the tantalizing scent of Kyle's body odor to the unmistakable truth that his ass was clean and ready for me.

He let me go and said, "I'll be right here waiting for you."

He stretched out on the bed with his arms behind his head, which somehow made him look even sexier than before. I sighed and rushed into the bathroom to do my business. The other room in our suite officially belonged to Ethan and Micah, but Ethan spent all his time in Sebastian's room, which meant that Cameron was staying there with Micah. I could smell their scent even through the door. My head was spinning from these sensations because they were new to me. I'd transformed for the first time just after the new moon, so I'd never experienced the enhanced senses that versipelles enjoyed in human form.

As I was washing my hands with the unscented soap Drew and I kept in the bathroom, I detected the scent of coffee, fresh squeezed orange juice, soft boiled eggs, toasted whole grain bread, butter and cut pansies. It was coming from my room.

When I came back into the room, Kyle was sitting on the bed, still naked, with a wooden tray in front of him. On the tray were two plates filled with the food I'd smelled. A small vase with a handful of pansies sat on the tray. Standing by the bed was the ugliest little man I'd ever seen. His skin was brown and wrinkly, almost like bark. He had a shock of wiry white hair and he was dressed in a simple tunic and leggings.

He'd been smiling at Kyle, but he gave me a look that said I'd better treat my lover right or he was coming for me. I would have thought it was cute because he was so small, but I'd learned enough about the fae to be wary no matter their physical size.

Kyle gave me a smile and a wink. "Simon, this is Buckwalder. He's a friend of mine, and he made us breakfast to celebrate my freedom."

Then he looked at the little guy and said, "Bucky, don't give Simon the evil eye. He's a good guy and I really like him."

I knelt down and held out a hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, Buckwalder. Any friend of Kyle is a friend of mine."

He gave me a half-smile that could have indicated friendliness, but could also have been sarcasm, like he thought Kyle was being foolish trusting me. Still, he took my hand and shook it. His grip was incredibly strong for his size and his hands felt like hardwood. He gestured for me to sit on the bed opposite Kyle.

The food looked good, and it tasted even better. Buckwalder attended us in silence while we ate. Kyle made sure to include him in the conversation and I tried to do the same. He'd provided a lot of food for just the two of us, but Kyle ate four eggs for breakfast.

I said, "I'm just curious, but isn't that a lot of eggs?

He nodded. "It is. But I've been doing a lot of research. I'm not on a crash weight loss program anymore. According to the Mayo Clinic calorie counter I need 3000 calories a day, maybe a little more. Four eggs, two slices of toast with butter, and a cup of orange juice is 910 calories. It has whole grains, dairy fats, protein, and 360 milligrams of omega-3 fatty acids."

I was impressed. Apparently he'd done his research and knew what he was doing. Or maybe the little fae guy did. I was trying to figure out the relationship between the two of them. Buckwalder clearly loved Kyle, but I couldn't tell whether it was romantic or paternal. I gave a mental laugh. I didn't know whether to be jealous or not.

When we finished eating, Buckwalder collected the dishes and disappeared. I scooted up next to Kyle and said, "He seems friendly enough, at least to you, but I think he hates me."

He put his arm around me and replied, "He doesn't hate you. He just doesn't trust you. He knows that a lot of guys have been... Well, let's face it. A lot of guys have been abusive to me."

I ran a hand along his jaw. He didn't have a hint of stubble. His skin was soft, like a baby, which was a little incongruous considering that he was six foot two and two hundred and forty pounds of mostly muscle. I looked deep into his eyes and said, "I will never abuse you, Kyle."

He nodded and sighed. "I know. Bucky will figure it out over time."

I climbed on top of him and sat on his abs. I kissed him, feeling his soft but muscular lips pressing against mine. There was no part of me that didn't love that feeling, but it was my cock that showed it best. It was painfully hard and I was ready to make love to him for the first time. I wanted to be inside him so badly... but not like this, not just doing it without any build up.

I broke the kiss and ran my hands down his body, reveling in the feel of his firm muscles under his smooth skin. "Mm. I can't get enough of touching your body, Kyle. It's what freaked me out before, how much it aroused me to just touch you."

He took hold of my cock and said, "If we're going to have sex this morning we need to hurry. I have to meet the team before our match against Wyandotte College today."

"I don't want our first time to be rushed. We'll go out to dinner tonight and then come back here for a night we'll remember."

He sighed. "I can't. We're meeting the Wyandotte team for an early dinner at Franklin's Steakhouse. The losing team is buying."

"Can you take a date?" I asked.

He thought for a moment and then said, "I'll have to ask the coach."

"Do that," I said. Then I leaned forward to kiss him again.

We made out for half an hour or so before he had to get ready. We were still naked and still kissing when Buckwalder made his reappearance. He was holding a bundle of clothes, which he sat on one of the desk chairs. He smiled at Kyle and then disappeared again without a word.

Kyle sighed and said, "I guess I'd better get ready."

I sat back and watched him get dressed. Everything fit him like it was tailored for him. Given that it had been delivered by a fae (would it be okay to call him a house elf or would that be an insult?) they probably had been specially tailored.

Kyle pulled on a dark blue jock that framed his ass. Damn if he didn't define the word bubble butt. It was round and firm, and I had to make myself sit back and watch instead of kneeling behind him and shoving my tongue inside him.

He followed the jock with a pair of steel blue soccer shorts and a silver jersey with navy blue sleeves and collar. The shirt had the words Severan Ravens in black letters with a stylized flying raven beneath the words. His navy blue socks came to his knees.

Kyle saw me watching him, so he turned around and asked, "What do you think?"

I jumped up and kissed him again. "I thought that you couldn't get sexier than when you were naked, but I think I'm beginning to change my mind."

Kyle wrapped his arms around me and gave me a powerful hug. "Now that I'm not Nico's slave anymore, Bucky made me some shorts that are as long as the other players."

He was so happy. His smile was infectious, making me smile back. "I suppose I can live with longer shorts, so long as you model that entire uniform for me later, but without the shorts."

"You got it, sir!"

Kyle

It was like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders now that my slavery had ended. I stowed my bag in the locker room and joined the team on the field. Coach Adams was busy talking to Aidan, Hugh, Cameron, and Seth. They were the best players on the team so he was probably setting them up to run stations during our warm up. His assistant, Coach Ambrose, was standing at the middle of the sideline on our side of the field. He blew his whistle and gestured me over to him.

When I came running up, he said, "I noticed that you're wearing the uniform now instead of those booty shorts you showed up to practice in."

"Yes, sir," I replied.

He was giving me a look that seemed somewhat indulgent. "And it looks like you went out and had your own tailored. They look good, but you didn't have to go to all the trouble. You'd look almost as good if you wore the uniforms we ordered for you."

I had no way to explain that it wasn't me. It was Buckwalder. He liked me to look my best, whatever I was wearing. I was embarrassed because the coach obviously thought I was too vain to wear the official uniform.

Coach Ambrose patted my shoulder. "I'm just giving you a hard time, Kyle. I had to have a shirt made for you for the game today anyway since you're so broad through the chest. The others are on order."

He gestured for me to turn around. When I did he said, "Good. You had them put number 1 on your jersey. We're trying you out as the starting goalie today."

"Thank you, sir!" I replied.

"Well you showed talent and frankly we're going to need Aidan and Cameron as forwards and Hugh will have to organize the defense since you're not experienced enough to do that. Pay attention to him without taking your eyes off the ball. We're going to need you to learn that part of the position. We need you in the box because you're a natural at blocking and you kick even harder than Aidan. Now let's get warmed up."

When Coach Adams blew his whistle, we all gathered at one end of the field and he organized us into squads to practice some stretching and kicking. The Wyandotte Warriors were at the other end of the field doing the same thing. I was standing in the goal box while James, Amir, and Chuck kicked balls at me so I could practice blocking and kicking. I was better at diving on the ball than at kicking aside, but when I landed a solid kick, I could send it flying downfield.

When game time approached, the stadium started filling up. Some fans had come from Wyandotte College to support their team but most of the spectators were from Severan, the college and the town. There was a camera team from one of the local stations but our colleges were too small for the sports networks to show much more than clips.

Dean Montrose was in the stands, along with many of the faculty. Micah was there sitting next to Simon. Tristan White, the wererat, was sitting next to Benjy and Darren. He had his telephoto lens and was already taking pictures. Chase was there as well, sitting uncomfortably next to some guys who were probably werewolves given the way Philip was glaring at them. I saw Terrence with his unenthusiastic girlfriend. Not too far away, Elijah was sandwiched between Kendal and the other Tristan, Tristan Navarro, the author. Dawn and Drew were sitting in the seats behind the three of them. And Oliver and Lalo sat next to them.

Seeing so many of my friends there warmed my heart. Today I was playing for them, especially Simon.

Coach Adams gathered us all together and said, "We're at a disadvantage here because we still have only fourteen players on our roster. They have a roster of twenty three, so they have more substitutions than we do. If we need more than three in the first quarter, we'll be playing with fewer players. But we are going to get out there and play to win."

He spoke for several more minutes, giving us the standard pep talk. We were outnumbered, but not outclassed. We had several new players, but they'd all been excellent in practices. The Warriors didn't do well last year and their coach was getting old. It was the same speech he'd been giving us leading up to the game, but he was a pretty good speaker and we were all inspired to get out there and do our best.

At the last minute, Nico came into the stands. I was grinning like a fool, but Orlando Murphy was staring into the crowd with a scowl on his face. I didn't have time to worry what that could be about. I had a game to play.

I was so focused on my end of the field that I couldn't see much of what was happening on the other side. I was doing my best to keep focus as I had been instructed, but when the Warriors brought the ball down to our end of the field, I suddenly realized all my senses seemed to have heightened. It was like I knew exactly where the ball was at all times, even if it was obscured by the players' feet. Between Hugh and Orlando, I didn't get a chance to touch the ball until the first half was almost over. Hugh had a lot of power in his kicks and Orlando's agility allowed him to steal the ball from the Warriors' forwards. He'd kick the ball to Hugh who would send it flying downfield.

One of the forwards for the Warriors, number 9, was almost as agile as Orlando, however. He weaved between both Orlando and Hugh and entered the penalty box. I made a mistake. I should have stayed closer to the goal box, but I foolishly ran up to try and kick it downfield. The guy slipped around me and put the ball into the net before I could react. It was the first score of the game and I felt my heart sink.

It didn't help when Orlando closed on me while everyone was taking their proper places for the kickoff. "What the fuck, Kyle! I was coming. I was literally ten feet away from him when you left the box open."

Hugh put a firm hand on his shoulder and said, "Get back into position, Orlando."

Orlando gave me a scowl and then stormed off, pausing to shout over his shoulder. "Being Domenic Chase's bitch might have gotten rid of that gut, but it didn't teach you shit about soccer!"

I felt like I was deflating. Hugh wrapped an arm around my shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it, Kyle. All goalies let one through from time to time. You're doing fine, but why don't you stay in the box until the ball is heading your way. Let Orlando and I take care of it."

I nodded and sighed. I resumed my position, determined to follow Hugh's advice. Then I felt a breeze stir near my ear and Micah's voice whispered, "Fuck that blond bitch, Kyle. This is your first game. Keep up the good work."

Micah had obviously used some kind of spell and the only one he could be talking about was Orlando. He was only a soccer fan because he was in love with Cameron and Cameron loved soccer, but his encouragement did lift my spirits a bit.

Then, just as the referee was getting the kickoff set up, I heard Micah's voice again. "Okay. Simon says if you don't smile real big and wave at us to let us know you're alright, he's going to kick Orlando's ass after the game. Sorry! He says, `kick his ass all over the field'."

I smiled as broadly as I could and waved while bouncing up and down. Which actually helped me to feel better. I knew I could be good at this and I was determined not to repeat that mistake again.

And I didn't. Twice more this guy got inside the penalty box. The first time Orlando somehow snatched the ball from him while standing behind him and to the left. I didn't know anyone could be that agile. He wasn't able to kick it to Hugh. In a split second he gave me a look and a nod. Then he passed the ball to me.

I almost dove for it, but remembered at the last moment that I couldn't use my hands if one of my own teammates was the last to touch the ball. Instead, I kicked it hard downfield. It bounced off the other Wyandotte forward's chest and came flying back toward me, hurtling through the air. It took Hugh by surprise but Orlando saw it. Orlando jumped into the air and did a backflip, hitting the ball with his foot while he was upside down in mid-flip. The ball flew downfield just as the Wyandotte forward slammed into him. He tried to stop himself and both of them went to the ground.

I'd been told enough about soccer that I knew the guy could have been given a red card for striking another player, but Orlando didn't want to halt the action now that the ball was back with our team. He jumped up smiling and held out his hand to the other player. The ref didn't call a penalty because it was clearly not ill intended.

Before returning to his place, Orlando came over and punched my chest playfully, giving me a winning smile. "Good save, Kyle! Good play!"

That took some of the sting out of his earlier comment about me being Nico's bitch. I still didn't understand what he'd meant by that. Was he taking a dig at me, at Nico, or at both of us? And why did he seem to dislike Nico so much? I wasn't the empath Kieran was, but even I could feel it whenever he mentioned my former master's name or when I caught him looking at the stands.

The second time, both number 9 and number 10 forwards were passing the ball back and forth fiercely. Number 9 feinted like he was passing the ball to number 10, but he swiveled and kicked it right at the goal box. I dived and grabbed the ball in midair. When I struck the ground, I was wishing that I was wearing pads, like I had in football. I was holding the ball tight against my belly and it drove all the air out of my lungs, but I held onto it. I was still trying to get my breath back when I stood up. I had just long enough for everyone to get out of the penalty box before I had to kick the ball. I had only 6 seconds to kick it or throw it, otherwise the other team would get a free kick.

This I could do very well. I'd spent some time as a kicker in football. I kicked the ball hard and sent it in a high arc over the two Wyandotte forwards, where our midfielders took possession. Sivan passed it straight to Aidan who drove the ball toward the other goal. Both Warrior defenders converged on Aidan and he passed the ball sideways to Cameron who took it into the penalty box. The defenders turned toward Cameron, leaving Aidan free to move in. Cameron kicked the ball towards the goal box. The goalie blocked it with his foot but Aidan moved in front of their center backs and kicked the ball with enough force that the opposing goalie barely managed to block with his hand. Cameron sank it into the net.

Now we were tied, but most of our players were beginning to show their fatigue. With the full moon approaching, Aidan, Chuck, Edgar, and Hugh were still energetic. Strangely enough, so were Orlando and Sivan. But Cameron was looking more worn out than I was. We didn't have any good substitute strikers or goalies.

I determined that the other team wouldn't get a second goal. This game would end in a tie, a win if we could manage another goal. The ball didn't get close to me. The action was mostly at the other end of the field.

Micah's voice came to me again, carried on the wind like a whisper. "I had to wait until it wouldn't cause a distraction. Everyone here is proud of you. Tristan wants to use you as inspiration for the next Wands of Love novel. And Simon says... ooh! He says that you have a few hours between the game and the dinner tonight, and he wants you... mm-hm. He wants you naked and sweaty this afternoon in the room. He's going to... Excuse me. I have to smack your boyfriend now. I am not going to deliver any messages as explicit as he's whispering in my ear."

When the second goal came, I almost missed it in the scuffle. I didn't see anything until Aidan sank the ball into the net. The stands erupted in cheers.

Lalo

The game was amazing. I kept eyeing Aidan the whole time. Truth be told, he scared the crap out of me, but he was handsome, he was hot, and he was an alpha. He was the best player on the field, even better than Cameron and that was saying quite a lot. I could barely take my eyes off him. Drew wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me so close that his breath tickled my ears.

He whispered, "Now that you've signed on for the mounting rituals, you need to schedule a ceremony with Aidan. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off him."

A shiver went up my spine. I was aroused, but I also felt guilty. If I weren't a wolf, I would be loyal to Oliver. There was no doubt about that in my mind. He satisfied me in every way except for one. My body still craved the touch of the alphas. It always would. Oliver said that he understood that, and I hoped it was true.

After the game, we went out for pizza. We asked Cameron and Micah to join us, but they had plans. We had the impression that the plans did not include us, or anyone other than them, and that was okay. I felt like we needed some time away from Oliver's friends. I liked them a lot, but he was so close with Cameron and Micah that sometimes I felt like an outsider. Wow! I guess feeling jealous of Oliver's friends meant that this was a real relationship in its own weird way.

We got into my SUV. While I was starting it up, Oliver started chanting and waving his wand. I gave him a look and said, "You always cast that same spell. I don't speak Latin but I'm sure I heard "defend" in that."

He blushed and replied, "Sorry, Lalo, but... you're not exactly the safest driver."

I let him stew for a moment, thinking I was insulted, then I laughed. "I know! I was barely safe in my old Camry, but my parents bought me this giant Rav4 as a graduation present. I guess they thought it would be safer for me? But I'm a fucking menace, just like most of the other kids who have these things, and everyone can see it, even me! Do you know how to drive?"

He shook his head and joined me in laughter. "Why would a mage need to drive, especially a mage who lives in Providence?"

"I guess you'll just have to risk your life whenever we go anywhere together," I replied.

Oliver shook his head. "Nope. The spell I cast will keep us both safe."

I chuckled. "Too bad it can't do the same for everyone around me."

Oliver's owl eyes opened even wider as I swerved back into the lane I was supposed to be driving in, almost clipping a Ford F-150 that was coming in the other direction. He looked at me and said, "Lalo, Carissime meo, you are the most beautiful guy in the world, and I love you. But in the name of Trismegistus, Serapis, and Trivia, beg your parents to bring you your Camry next week."

I sighed heavily. "You're not wrong. I just didn't want to seem ungrateful."

"Tell them it's too hard to find parking. Tell them anything. But make them take this monster away," he insisted.

"Yes, sir!" I said with a smile as I pulled into the parking lot behind the pizzeria.

Oliver was so logical. I was sure that he'd run a cost benefit analysis while we were driving here. I loved that about him, especially when he combined it with his new assertiveness. He was a mage and didn't have an alpha growl, but he had a way of getting inside my head when he spoke in a manner that didn't invite disagreement. It went straight to my dick almost as if it were an alpha growl.

When we got out of the car, I could see that I'd parked crooked and that I was taking up two parking places. "Wait a minute and I'll straighten that out so no one gets angry."

I grabbed my keys and started back toward the vehicle, but Oliver held up his hand and said, "Wait."

He looked around and saw no one. Still he held his wand carefully in front of him and kept his motions minimal. "Nos et actiones nostrae velamine arcano concelemur," he whispered.

I felt something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was almost like a soft cloth settling over my skin. Oliver smiled and said, "Now we're shielded by the velamen arcanum. Mundanes won't notice my next trick."

He waved the wand with grander motions and chanted, "Currus Lalonis in ipsum spatium proprium moveatur."

My Rav4 rose a few inches into the air and then settled perfectly into its space. He put his wand away and kissed me. "I... me pedicar forte... I think I love you, Lalo."

My mouth went dry. This was a big step. I swallowed and said, "Despite my bad driving?"

He laughed. "Because of your bad driving. Because of your genuine sweetness. Because you put up with all my weird eccentricities. Because you're more of a nerd than I am. Because of everything about you."

I kissed him back. "Most guys just want me for my face and for my body."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "That goes without saying. I love your slender but muscular body. I love your eyes, your lips, your... your fuckable ass. I love your mentula and your nuces."

I didn't know Latin, but Micah had given me a lesson in the filthiest words and phrases, and mentula topped the list. It meant cock, but not in a euphemistic way. He'd told me that saying it in public in Latin was like saying "fuck stick" or something even worse in English. He'd also told me that mages used it to talk dirty to one another.

I kissed him again and teased, "You love my mentula?"

He reached down and stroked my erection through the cloth of my shorts. Then he slid his hands inside my pants and grabbed my testicles. "And your nuces. Don't forget the nuces."

"Mmmm," I groaned. Okay I didn't really groan. That makes it sound so much more manly than the high pitched whimper that came out of my mouth.

He pulled his hand out of my pants and lifted it to his nose and inhaled. "You smell good, Lalo." Then he stuck two fingers in his mouth. "And you taste good, too."

I pulled him against my chest and hugged him tight. "We should just skip pizza and go back to the dorm and have sex."

"Why go back to the dorm?" he asked. "My concealment spell is still in effect. Let's just fuck in the backseat of your car."

"Okay!" I replied.

But Oliver pushed me back with his hand and shook his head. "On second thought, I need to eat so I have the energy to fuck you again."

"How about I fuck you this time?" I asked.

He pinched my nipple through my tee shirt. "Sure, but first we eat, then we drive back to the dorm, then I fuck your sweet ass again, then you can fuck me."

"Ay Oli, chingame duro y despues te chingare tambien," I agreed. (Fuck me hard and then I'll fuck you.)

"I love it when you speak Spanish to me, Lalo. It's unbelievably sexy. And trust me when I say that I love it when you're so agreeable."

We walked into the pizzeria, my arm around his shoulders and his around my waist. I heard him dismiss the spell before we got to the door. It occurred to me that I hadn't said I love you back to him. I hoped he hadn't noticed the omission. I was pretty sure that I did, but the L-word had a lot of power. It meant something. I was afraid to throw it around casually, and I needed to know if he understood that I couldn't be completely faithful to him in the mundane sense of the word. I promised myself I would refuse the other betas, but I had to submit to the alphas. Drew wouldn't require it. He wasn't that kind of pack leader, but my body would demand it. I think that's what comes from being a beta bottom.

I needed to talk to someone about this, but I wasn't sure who. Maybe Conor. He was the most bottomy beta I knew aside from me, Chase, and Benjy. Chase had willingly become Aidan's beta and Benjy was... Benjy. He was in a class all his own. Maybe I'd talk to him anyway. He and I had been in the same pack back in Virginia and we had a friendship just based on that alone.

Inside the pizzeria, we ordered a split pie, half cheese and mushroom, half pepperoni and sausage. The first half was for Oliver, and the second half was for me. He asked me questions about Star Trek while we ate. I didn't know if he was actually interested in the show, but he remembered that I liked it, which meant that he really liked me, for more than just sex, and that meant a lot to me.

It was an almost perfect lunch until Aidan and his friends showed up. He and Chuck were on the soccer team, but Edgar and Gideon were there too. And of course Chase was with them. He'd been in the stands during the game, cheering on Aidan with the same look of adoration Simon had when he looked at Kyle. Thinking about Chase made a chill run down my spine. If I couldn't set some boundaries between me and the beta tops in the pack, that would be me. I`d be another Chase, running after the guys and doing whatever they asked.

They ordered three pizzas with sausage, pepperoni, bacon, ham, salami, and meatballs. Chase had an antipasto salad. They took their food into the backroom where the two pool tables stood. All of them walked by me except for Chuck. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Hey Lalo, long time no see. You hardly ever come out to Wolf House anymore unless there's a gather. We miss you. Don't you miss your special friend?"

I blushed and my hands went cold. I hated Chuck. No, that's not quite right. I was attracted to him, but I didn't want him touching me. He was good looking, with light brown hair, all wavy on the top and cut short on the sides, and his dark brown eyes, and his stupidly fit and strong body, but I'd made the mistake of going to his room with him the first time I'd been there. It had been so exciting the way he'd taken hold of me and thrown me on the bed. He'd ripped my clothes off so fast that he tore the button off the waistband of my shorts and ruined my shirt. I'd never been fucked that hard by a beta before. He'd even bitten my neck hard like an alpha does when he claimed a beta as his own.

The thing was that it hadn't stopped there. Three times he'd found me on campus, clamped his hand down hard on my shoulder and led me somewhere private, a bathroom in the student union, a study room in the library, and once into a janitor's closet. He never asked. He just assumed. And I always told him "no". But as soon as he started biting my neck and shoving his fingers up my ass, I got hard as hell. Even then, I tried to say "no", but he didn't listen.

He'd just bite my earlobe and say, "Your mouth says `no' but your body says `yes'. So why don't you just keep your pretty mouth shut unless it's got a cock in it."

Chuck always made me cum. Once he made me cum twice before he shot his own load. He knew what he was doing and my body did respond to him. But I didn't want him. He never asked permission. He never cared what I was doing. He made me late to class twice and one time he fucked me for so long that I missed class altogether. It was like he was some sort of cusper, on the verge of being an alpha. Except he was too much of a follower for that.

He acknowledged his own beta nature, but he'd sneer at me and say, "There are betas, and then there are beta bitches. Which one do you think you are?"

And then he'd hold me tight and squeeze my nuts until I admitted that I was a "beta bitch", laughing at me and squeezing my balls some more before letting me go. He never let me get dressed until he'd left whatever place we'd used. And then he'd smile and say, "See you next time, beta bitch."

Chuck had no idea how angry Oliver was getting. He didn't know Oliver like I did. When he grew really quiet, that was when he was most dangerous. Chuck continued to tease both of us. He pinched my nipple while he stared at Oliver and asked, "Hasn't Lalo told you about his special friend? When he gets it in his mouth, he's like a puppy with a bone. He won't let go."

"Get your hands off my boyfriend," Oliver said in a low and quiet voice.

Chuck gave him a sarcastic smile. "And what if I don't?"

Oliver shrugged and stared at Chuck with those large eyes of his. "I'll make you. Have you asked Edgar about the adult diapers he's wearing? There are worse things than pissing your pants uncontrollably."

For just a moment, Chuck seemed to back off. Then he said, "Lalo belongs to the pack. He's the prettiest little beta bitch we have. You may think you've tamed him, but if I were to shove my fingers up his cunt right now, he'd drop to the ground and present like a bitch in heat."

"Take your hands off me, Chuck, or I'm going to bite you hard enough to draw blood." I couldn't believe I'd said that. Neither could Chuck. He pulled back for a moment, but just for a moment.

He hugged me even harder against his hard chest, but he spoke to Oliver. "I'll play you for him. You win, I leave him alone until he comes to me begging to get fucked. I win, you back off and stop trying to steal pack property."

"Lalo is not property," Oliver insisted.

My heart was beating fast. My fear of Chuck and my overwhelming feeling of... chingame_!_ I may as well call it... love for Oliver. I wanted to chime in and agree. I wasn't the pack's property. Not the betas, for sure, and none of the alphas in this pack ever treated the betas that way. But there was a part of me that wanted Oliver to save me, like he was a hero in a video game and I was his prize at the end for beating the big boss.

Chuck laughed quietly. "Property or not, he's ours."

Lalo leaned back. "What's the game? I won't fight you without my wand, and you can't beat me if I have it."

"Cocky little shit, aren't you?" Chuck sneered. "Pool's the game. Have you played before?"

Oliver inhaled and let it out slowly. "I have."

Chuck grinned. "Are you any good?"

"I've played before, but I'm not a professional or anything."

"Do you accept the challenge?"

Oliver sighed deeply. "If I don't, you won't leave Lalo alone, will you?"

Chuck raised his shoulders and gave us a twisted smile. "That's right."

"Then I have no choice," Oliver said.

We followed Chuck into the backroom where the other wolves were already playing. Chuck announced, "Make room and rack them up. I'm going to beat this little punk's ass and then he'll stop trying to steal Lalo away from us."

The wolves started cheering. They sounded like dogs. "Woo! Woo! Woo!"

When they stopped Oliver said, "I'm not playing against Chuck. He's a nobody. I beat him and only he has to leave Lalo alone."

He pointed at Aidan. "I'm playing you. You're somebody. If I beat you, all the wolves have to leave him alone."

Aidan shook his head. "If you beat me, then the betas leave Lalo alone. We're not disrupting pack tradition to suit you."

Oliver nodded. "I'm okay with that, but I also want $50. If I win, you're paying for our lunch."

Aidan laughed so loud that they heard it in the dining room. "Okay little man. It's on, but I'm breaking and you're handing your wand to one of us."

Oliver pulled his wand out and handed it to me. He closed my hands around it and said, "I trust you Lalo. Keep it safe."

My heart was beating rapidly. I nodded and replied, "I promise, Oliver."

While Gordon racked the balls, Oliver went to the rack of pool cues and examined each of them from the tip to the handgrip. Finally he seemed satisfied. Aidan broke and the balls went flying. He sank one of the stripes. And then he proceeded to sink three more.

He smiled at Oliver and said, "Your turn."

Oliver walked around the table, periodically kneeling down to peer just over the edge. The wolves started laughing at him, but he didn't care. When he was ready, he stood up and leaned carefully on the side of the table, lining up his shot. He sent the cue ball flying across the table. It struck one side, bounced off to hit another and then did it again until he sank the solid yellow ball.

As he was walking around the table surveying the layout of the balls, he explained. "Pool is nothing more than an exercise in geometry, the calculation of force, and the precise control over the movement of the hands."

He sank another ball. Then he began his lengthy survey of the board again. He spoke calmly and quietly. "The interesting thing about visualizing geometry and calculating complex formulas, is that mages use those skills every time they cast a spell."

He sank another solid ball, then he stared at each of the wolves in the room one at a time. "And good mages know exactly what they're doing with their hands once they have a stick in them."

I was feeling giddy with the excitement of Oliver's performance. Not just his superior mastery of pool, but the way he was mastering Aidan and his little mini pack with his words. I said, "That's true. Good mages know exactly what they're doing with their hands, especially when they have a stick in their grip."

Chuck glared at me, but Aidan laughed. "Carry on little mageling."

Oliver walked around the table each time before taking his shot, and every time he sank a ball. Chuck called out, "This isn't pool! It's boring as fuck. Can't we put a time limit on these shots?"

"That's not the way the game works, Chuck," Aidan replied. "Oliver's way may not be much fun for anyone but him, but he knows what he's doing, and you are the one who started this."

Oliver was like a machine. It took him five minutes or more for each shot, but he never miscalculated and he never missed. I'd heard about "running the table" but I'd never seen it before. When Oliver won, I gave him the most passionate kiss I could manage.

Aidan patted Oliver on the back and handed him $50. Then he grabbed me and kissed me, sending shivers running up my spine. His hand cupped my ass and squeezed and I melted against him. I almost wish I could say it was unwilling, but it was not.

When he was done, he pushed me back into Oliver's arms and said, "I'm not breaking any rules. I'm an alpha, so according to our agreement, I still get to do that."

Simon

Our team finished congratulating the Wyandotte Warriors and then they gathered in the home locker room. I was tempted to go in there, take Kyle by the arm and drag him back to our room, but that was just my dick speaking. Instead, I waited outside the locker room for him. When he came out he ran up, grabbed me in his arms and picked me up for a kiss. He'd followed my request and he hadn't showered. The clean smell of his sweat flooded my nostrils and then my brain, imprinting itself upon me.

My wolf was growling inside me, not in disapproval this time but in anticipation. Ha! He was finally coming around to my way of thinking. He wasn't the only one gripped in anticipation. I was ready for him, and I could smell that he was ready for me. Now that my wolf had awakened fully, I was so much more aware of the world around me. And one of the things I'd noticed was how a guy's scent changed depending on his mood. I could tell not only if a man was aroused, but if he was ready to fuck or to be fucked.

Kyle had a little bit of both in his pheromones. He definitely wanted to top me. I could smell it like a, excuse the pun, bottom fragrance note hidden beneath the much greater scent that indicated he wanted me to fuck him. We'll talk about the former later, I thought. I'd done it before, even though I hadn't liked it until that last time with Drew. I was open to bottoming for Kyle. I thought that it would be a more comfortable experience for me since his dick was on the small end of average. I didn't think that was a bad thing at all. If I wanted to enjoy it with him, it would help that he didn't have a big cock like mine or Drew's.

He put me down and we started walking back to Baylor Hall, my arm around his waist and his around my shoulders.

When we got to the dorm, Nico was already there waiting in the lobby. A good-looking guy I didn't know was with him. He was just a little shorter than Kyle with light brown hair, green eyes, and light skin. He would have been my type before I managed to land such a handsome, well-built man. This guy was fit, but he was nowhere near as ripped as Kyle.

Nico stood back and gave us a subtle smile. It was the other guy who walked over and held out his hand to Kyle. "Hello, boys. My name's Desi Devereaux and I'm taking over Sebastian's duties this weekend while he's away. If you don't mind following us down into the basement, we can talk a little more freely."

We were a little confused. Aside from the furnace and some storage space you could rent, there wasn't anything down there that we knew of. Still, we followed them. The lower level was clean and it smelled fresh, which was nice. So many unused areas tended to pick up a mustiness from the humidity that was detectable by keen wolf senses, especially when they were underground. This place seemed to get regular cleaning.

We walked the hallway that traversed the length of the building and came to an arch filled with a brick wall. Desi turned toward Kyle and said, "Can you put your hand anywhere on the bricks inside the arch?"

Kyle reached out and touched them. Desi nodded and added, "Good. I'm less familiar with mind magery, so I hoped you'd be able to see the arch. Now, just will it to open."

Kyle inhaled and closed his eyes. In a moment, the bricks disappeared.

Nico put a hand on Kyle's shoulder and squeezed it. "I knew you could do it."

Then he turned to me. "Do you trust Kyle?"

"Of course I do," I replied.

Desi could see the tension between the two of us. He interrupted Nico. "We know you two boys have a special evening planned. We could let you use the room that Philip was occupying, but Nico assures me that it still has Philip's scent in it, and that would be awkward for you. Instead, we had the Praetorian suite made up for you. But it's past this door. Kyle can open it, but you can't."

Nico was staring at me. His eyes narrowed and his face took on a serious look. "You were born early, weren't you?"

"What do you mean, Nico?" I asked.

He replied, "I can sense your wolf spirit. It wasn't due to be born until next weekend."

I was glad that something had taken him by surprise, and I couldn't help but show it, maybe rub it in a little. "I guess I'm just special that way."

Nico gave me a friendly smile, instead of the one he usually flashed my way, the one that said he'd as soon bite me as talk to me. "You are indeed."

Then he raised an eyebrow at Desi. "Simon's a full blown versipellis now, and the only way that could happen is if he has awakened his spirit magery. Simon will be able to open the door as well. You'll have to put him on the list."

Kyle asked, "Who's on this list?"

Desi replied, "All the mages, and that includes you, plus Xav, and now Simon."

"There's one more," Nico said.

That pronouncement startled Desi who asked, "Who?"

Nico shook his head. "I can't say anything until I get a chance to talk to them. I'll let Drew know if there's any danger."

Desi didn't seem satisfied, but everyone knew that Sebastian was the only one who could handle Nico, so he let it slide. He shook his head and gestured for us to follow. Beyond the arch was a spiral staircase that descended to a second basement. And that level was lit by a soft illumination that came from the ceiling.

"Nice sub-basement," I said.

Desi responded, "Hypogaeum. It's called the hypogaeum, which is Latin for the `underground'. It connects all the oldest buildings on campus and a select few others via the andrones, the secret passages."

I didn't respond, but I was impressed. I had no idea any of this was down here. The first room was a massive dining hall, bigger than the one on the first floor. Dozens of small tables only a few inches long were stacked on shelves against the walls.

Beyond the great room, the halls were large, about four yards wide with ornate doors. Desi led us to one at the end of the hall and opened it. I was taken aback. An ornate sitting room, with comfortable looking art deco furniture, like it had last been refurbished in the 1920s. A broad couch with straight lines, two wide armchairs with scalloped backs, a rectangular table with four padded chairs and a long cushioned bench on the side near the wall, and a mahogany lined bar. Wall lights with geometric panels illuminated the room. There was a bathroom with a marble tub big enough for two, and a bedroom with a large bed, an armoire, a vanity with a silver mirror, and two chests of drawers.

Nico said, "Buckwalder got some of his hob friends to help him clean and polish everything, and they're going to bring you lunch."

"This is amazing, sir," Nico exclaimed.

Desi said, "Well you deserve a nice place for your first time," adding, with a sarcastic half-smile, "just as much as Sebastian does. This isn't a $1000 a night resort, but I think it's very nice. You two can stay here until Sebastian gets the room situation figured out."

"Thank you, both of you, and thank Buckwalder too wherever he is," I replied.

And just like that, Buckwalder was standing in the room. He placed a pitcher of sparkling fruit juice on the table, then he gave me the friendliest look I'd ever seen on his face. He nodded in my direction and suddenly a half dozen more ugly little guys and gals appeared, carrying trays with sliced fruit, a board with cubes of bread and sliced vegetables, and a small pot of steaming cheese sauce.

Nico and Desi left us alone and presumably so did the hobs. At least they disappeared from sight. Kyle's eyes were wide open and he was smiling. "This is all for us. They did all this for us!"

I led him over to the table and we both sat on the bench along the wall so we could sit close together with our thighs touching. I picked up one of the long forks and speared a piece of bread. I dipped it in the cheese and then held it up and cooled it with my breath. Kyle went to follow suit, but I held the piece I'd dunked to his lips and he gently took it off with his teeth.

The pleasure he took in eating that little morsel of cheese drenched bread made me happy just watching him. I asked, "You like that, don't you?"

He nodded. "Yes, but what I really like is that you're being so sweet to me. It's like we're on a date."

I ran a hand down his smooth, strong jaw. "We are on a date. There's nothing almost about it. And we're on this date, in this wonderful room, with this wonderful food, all because of you. The fae who arranged it all for us, did it because they love you."

He blushed. "I know you say that, but I have a hard time believing it, with everything I've done."

"Kyle, honey..." I stopped for a moment, then said, "Let me start again. Kyle, my dear friend and soon to be lover, you have a lot of people who love you now. Me, of course, Micah, Cameron, Oliver, Tristan, Ethan, Lalo, Nico, Buckwalder, Philip, and there are more. I just can't remember their names."

His eyes were getting moist. I picked up a napkin and wiped away the tears. "You can cry if you want to, but those had better be tears of joy. You're free now, and you have a lot of friends. And you have me. And you have Buckwalder, who would gladly skin me alive if I ever did anything to hurt you. And you have Philip, although he'd better keep his distance now."

Kyle smiled slyly at me. "Are you saying that you want me to be monogamous, when I know that you're not going to?"

I sighed. "That's a difficult question to answer. Would I like it if you didn't have sex with anyone other than me? Yes. Will I demand it? No. I will promise you that I won't have sex with anyone unless it's part of the normal interaction with the pack. Part of what we alphas do is sexual, and if Xav is any example, part of what we do as spirit mages is sexual."

"But you don't want me seeing Philip?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No. Philip is in love with you. I don't want you and him to hook up."

"I get it," Kyle replied. "It's different between the two of us."

I had one more thing I had to get off my chest. "Yes, and he's also a skinchanger. I don't want to smell another shifter on you. I don't know how that would affect me. There are so many things about being a shifter that are still new and strange and honestly a bit scary.."

He looked guilty and then whispered, "Um... I need to tell you that I have already had sex with Aidan and his gang."

I already knew that. I'd smelled them on him. I'm sure Aidan would have wanted to fuck him just because he's such a handsome guy, but I was equally sure that he'd done it to challenge me, and I planned to let him know that I knew what he'd done. But I didn't want to burden Kyle with that information.

Instead I just said, "That's in the past. I'm going to tell him to keep his hands off you in the future."

Kyle nodded his agreement, then said, "If it's okay with you, I'm going to try being monogamous with you for a while. I've never had that and I want to try it."

I had to know the truth, so I pressed him on the matter. "Even though you know that I won't be able to do the same?"

He cleared his throat and said, "Yes. For some reason, I don't think of what you do with the pack as sex. Well, at least I don't think of it as a threat to our relationship. Just promise me that if you fall in love with one of those betas in the pack, you'll let me know. Don't leave me wondering about us."

I had to rise from my seat to kiss him properly because he was so much taller than me. His lips tasted of cheese. "I promise you that I will always be honest with you. And that I won't consciously do anything to hurt you."

We hugged for a little while then ate our dinner. Fondue had always seemed like an unsanitary dish to me, but sharing a pot with Kyle was sexy. Maybe it was just a dish best shared by lovers. And when we'd finished, I stood up and held out my hand.

"Come with me to the bedroom because we are going to take this relationship all the way now." It would have been sexier if we could have just jumped into bed, but we had to take turns in the bathroom. Normally, a bottom would take longer to prepare, but Nico had put some kind of charm on Kyle that meant he was always clean and ready. It was almost like he produced his own lube, like a female or the tales I'd heard from some of the other wolves about the legendary omega wolf, a male beta who gave himself so fully to his alpha that his body permanently changed to allow him to bottom better.

He'd taken his clothes off in the bathroom, which was a little disappointing to me. I wanted to unwrap him, but at least he'd left his jock on and I thought that was sexy as hell. I hurried my own bathroom needs and then joined him. He was lying on the bed, flexing his ass cheeks, and lifting his hips. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled.

"Come on and take me, alpha wolf."

The scent of his unspoiled sweat and natural manly musk went to my brain and straight to my dick. I dropped my pants so fast that I thought I was going to rip them. I was growling deep in my throat, almost in my chest. It was low in pitch and it wasn't completely under my control.

I jumped on the bed and climbed onto his back. My face was drawn to his armpits, the nape of his neck, the middle of his back, all the places where his sweat had accumulated.

I ran my lips across his neck, kissing him gently. "I'm going to take you Kyle, but more than that. I'm not going to plow in and use you just for my pleasure. I'm going to make you mine completely, body and soul."

Inside, my wolf was growling his approval. I'd finally convinced him that I wasn't going to give up Kyle, so now he was accepting him. And that fact pleased me. I wasn't sure why, but I felt that it was important that he accept my lover.

Kyle murmured, "I want that Simon. I want to belong to you."

I kissed my way down his spine. My lips slid easily across his smooth, sweaty back. Kyle's muscles were so well defined that I could feel each one moving beneath the skin as he arched his back in pleasure. I scooted down the bed so that my mouth could reach the top of his perfect glutes. First I kissed them gently, and then I pulled them apart to reveal Kyle's beautiful pink hole. I ran a tongue along his crack, taking my time so that I could savor the taste of him. I shivered and my stomach twisted into knots. I'd been dreaming of this moment from the first time I'd learned to eat ass.

I'd never wanted to do it until I'd had sex with Xav for the first time. His wolf spirit had tutored me while the two of us were together. It had shown me the way when it caressed the bottom of my wolf with its tongue. At the time, my perceptions were shifting back and forth between the physical world and the spirit plane. It had gently urged me to follow suit, and when I did, it completed a circuit. Xav's wolf was pleasuring my wolf and I was pleasuring Xav. The spiritual energy had flowed through us, becoming stronger with each cycle. Since then, I'd done it with all the guys I had been with, but this was the first time pleasuring someone I truly cared for. It was Kyle, finally. Yes, he was exactly my type of man, and one I had been dreaming about specifically for a while now, sometimes more graphically than I thought possible, but he was also someone I felt a connection to on every level.

With anyone else, I would have needed to give them the sniff test first, and with my wolf senses I could easily do that at a distance these days. Kyle not only smelled clean, but he smelled good. His particular masculine scent was stronger there, but no stronger than his groin or his armpits. Over the last week or so, I'd noticed Kyle's scent had started to change. All people had a unique scent that was their own, but mages (including Kyle, now) lacked the sourness that the rest of us picked up as our sweat "aged" on our bodies, just like their breath never smelled foul. But I'd never smelled this keen personal scent coming from any of the mages, even when they'd just had sex. Cameron and Micah always smelled of sex now that my senses were keen enough to pick up on it, but their scents were muted somehow. It was the same when I smelled Oliver's scent on Lalo. It was subtle and understated, completely unlike Kyle's. I was curious to understand more, why Kyle's scent was so distinct, but I would come back to that another time...

When my tongue touched Kyle's hole, it quivered against my tongue. I'd never seen his rosebud before, but it was beautiful, like the rest of him. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was a virgin. He was still so tight, but I knew for a fact that his body had been trained well. With a few strokes of my tongue, he opened for me.

Kyle was already moist and slick, but there was no hint of the acerbic taste of lube. There was no taste of anything but him. My wolf reacted by becoming even more frisky. That made no sense to me, because he seemed to be reacting to Kyle's scent and taste, but I hadn't detected any warning signals. Normally it just responded on a spiritual level. I felt sure that this was somehow linked to Kyle's developing mind mage abilities, but I knew so little about their ways. I promised myself that I would investigate later, along with Kyle's changed scent. If Xav didn't know, I'd have to talk to Nico. He always seemed to know things other's didn't. One of his most annoying traits was that he was always keeping secrets, never telling the whole truth and making you work for your own understanding. Of course, this wasn't just a Nico thing. It was an elf thing. Oliver had given me the entire lecture while we were planning Kyle's rescue.

Kyle was lifting his hips, pressing his glutes against my face. I grabbed hold of his hips and buried my mouth between those muscular cheeks. I'd learned to enjoy eating ass, mainly as a way to drive my lover wild with pleasure. It was a powerful feeling, being able to make your partner lose control with just your tongue, but with Kyle it was different. The fact that Kyle was enjoying it so much did make me feel good, but I was enjoying the act for myself as well. The feeling of Kyle's ass on my tongue was triggering feelings of pleasure that ran straight to my dick, which swelled to an almost painful erection.

Kyle had begun to moan loudly. "Oh my God, Simon! That feels so good. You really know how to get me going!"

I ate him for a little while longer, until he'd lost control over the speech centers of his brain and he was reduced to grunts of pleasure, then I pulled back and said, "I want to fuck you now."

"Mmmmm. Hell yes! I want to feel your big cock inside me. I want it more than anything I've ever wanted. I wanted it the time I first met you, but I couldn't understand it until after I'd..."

I slapped his ass hard enough to leave a red mark. "Well, you blew it back then, but I'm going to give you another chance." Then I slid two fingers inside his hole. "I didn't have a choice, you know. I've been as obsessed with you as you say you were with me."

"Then show me, Simon. Show me how obsessed you are with my ass."

How could I refuse a request like that? I rubbed the head of my cock against his hole. The feeling of his tight muscle against my sensitive dick almost made me explode upon touching it. And when I moved inside his slippery warmth, I felt like my cock had found the place it was meant to rest. I had to stop and wrap my arms around him from behind. I pressed my face against his back and planted kiss after kiss on it.

"Fuck, Kyle, your ass was made for my cock. I plan to do this every day and twice on Sundays!" I exclaimed.

"Do it! Promise me that you'll fuck me every single day," he begged.

"For the rest of your life, stud," I promised.

And then I started fucking him for real. It was amazing to me that Kyle's ass could do so many different and mutually exclusive things at one. It was tight, but it opened for me easily. It felt like a virgin's, but he knew how to use it like a professional. Not only had he mastered the technique of tightening when I withdrew and relaxing when I plunged back in, but somehow he was able to make the entire length of his rectum squeeze me from root to tip. It was like magic, so much like magic that I wondered if it actually was.

But I knew that none of that really mattered. Kyle could have been a rank amateur and this still would be the best fuck of my life because it was with him. I'd wanted him from the beginning, but I'd fallen in love with him while I helped him deal with his tumultuous coming out. He'd shown me his sweet and sensitive side before he'd shown it to anyone else. It wasn't just lust I was feeling. It was so much more.

"I'm going to cum soon, Kyle," I announced.

"Do it! I want to feel your load inside of me," he insisted.

I felt that tightening in my dick and that tingling that ran over my skin until it too concentrated in my cock and balls. I yelled, "FUCK! I'M CUMMING NOW, KYLE. TAKE IT. TAKE MY LOAD!"

I could feel my seed shooting inside him, spraying his insides while I groaned deeply. Kyle reached back and felt the base of my hard cock, still buried inside him. "Are you spent yet," he asked.

"Not a chance!" I responded.

And it was true. Now that my wolf approved of Kyle, it was bolstering me. My vision shifted to the spirit plane for a moment and I sensed my wolf seizing something from the raw stuff of the spirit realm. When he swallowed it, it became one with me. It must have been some kind of spirit of vitality because I felt fresh energy flow through me. Instead of dying, my erection continued to throb with life.

"Fuck, Simon. You are a living sex god," he said.

Then he pulled off me and rolled me onto my back. With a smile he positioned himself over my cock and lowered himself down atop me. Once more I was sliding inside him, only now he was in charge. With a grin he rubbed his strong but soft hands all over my slighter torso. And he rode me like a pro. His hard cock was leaking a steady stream of precum. It pooled on my belly as he moved seductively, sliding forward and back, yet never pulling completely off my cock.

This time, he started moaning before I did. His ass was stroking me harder and I could see every muscle in his powerful torso tighten. He threw his head back and yelled, "I'M CUMMING, SIMON! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AAAAAAARGH!"

His ass gripped my cock tighter than ever before and milked another load out of me. I let out a real growl, a deep throated noise that seemed to echo around the room. My wolf and I became one in a way we hadn't in my first hurried orgasm. It was like we were joined completely, sharing feelings and sensations. When I was with another shifter, my wolf fucked theirs spiritually while I was fucking them physically. But with Kyle, the wolf wanted to experience his spirit the only way it could, through my physical body.

Maybe it was the presence of my wolf merged with my own spirit, maybe it was Kyle's burgeoning mind magery, maybe it was a combination of both. Whatever the cause, Kyle and I became one as well, even moreso than when he'd healed me earlier. It turned the best orgasm of my life into a transcendental experience. Tears of joy pooled in my eyes while we hung suspended between the material and the mental planes for what seemed like hours, even though it was mere moments in the real world. And the best part, the part that brought those tears to my eyes, was the fact that Kyle and I were experiencing it as one. We were connected body and soul. I could feel his deep love for me, and he could feel mine for him.

It reminded me of the experience I'd shared with Xav, but it was so much more. I loved Xav, but I loved him like a friend and a mentor. My feelings for him were much stronger than my feelings for Drew because of our spiritual connection, but what I felt for Kyle went beyond that. And the most amazing thing to me was that all the attraction, lust, friendship, desire, and affection I had felt for Kyle became crystalized in that moment of shared clarity. It wasn't that we suddenly realized that we were in love. It was that the deep connection we now shared allowed us to see and feel what the other felt. It was the catalyst that caused a sudden change of phase from like and lust into love.

Then we lay down side by side and cuddled until it was time to get ready for dinner with the Wyandotte Warriors. I went with Kyle as his date and enjoyed the best steak I'd ever had. But as much fun as it was to be out in public with Kyle, to hear him introduce me as his "boyfriend" was the golden cherry on a sundae full of love and sex. I was truly happy in what felt like forever as we headed back to the dorms.

We fucked twice more that night and several times the next morning. And while Kyle was sleeping, I took a piece of cord from the desk in the sitting room and measured his finger. There was something I wanted to buy for him.

College Magic Cycle Characters

Fae

·        Domenic Chase. An elf from New York City who looks about 24 but is actually a couple of centuries old. He has an alien mindset that others find hard to comprehend. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds. His skin is pale, and his hair is almost white. His eyes are purple. When he's not glamered to appear more human, you can see his pointed, lobeless ears, solid purple eyes (like he has no white in his eyes, just purple iris) and sharp feline teeth. He's physically tough (he claims to be tougher than the werewolves), fast and has strong, claw-like fingernails. He can weave illusions and powerful charms, although the charms require some level of acceptance from the target. He's a friend of Sebastian. He enslaved Kyle Mason as punishment after he raped Kieran and beat up Simon. He's a sophomore despite having gone to the Academy with Seabstian. He started college just last year.

Mages

·        Cameron Campbell. Formerly one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Oliver Rankin, he is now considered a twunk. He is five ten and weighs 165 pounds. He's lean but muscular and is a member of the Severan College soccer team. He has bright red hair, fair skin and a lot of dark freckles. He is the boyfriend of Micah Blume.

·        Desmond Devereaux. A 23-year-old 1st year graduate student in history. He's the fifth floor RA in Baylor Hall. He's dating Viviane Lamont, the fourth floor RA. He's a competent mage, but less good at casting spells quickly. He's six-foot one inch tall and has light brown hair, green eyes, and fair skin. He's not athletic but still looks fit.

·        Elijah Jackson. A 24-year-old graduate student who went to the Academy with Sebastian and Nico. He's a graduate student in the history program and he mentors struggling African American students and he tutors student athletes. He is 74 inches tall and weighs 275 pounds of mostly muscle. He's built like a massive rectangle. His skin is dark brown, almost black and he wears his hair in long dreadlocks. He's a powerful transmuter mage. He understands mechanics and electronics better than any of the other mages except for Erik Rucker. He has become friends with Kyle. He has two live in boyfriends, Kendal, and Tristan.

·        Ethan Lowry. A 17-year-old boy from Long Island. He stands 67 inches tall and weighs 140 pounds. He has golden blond hair, blue eyes and always has a golden tan. In this story he was working with the hunters. His mother is a sylph (an air spirit) and his own spirit is half human and half ventus (a name for male air spirits). He holds a donum arcanum (magical gift) and is being trained as a mage. He's an orphan who was raised by his uncle, ow also deceased. He is now Sebastian Trent's boyfriend.

·        Jason Lee. A 19-year-old (about 6 months older than Kieran) Chinese American college freshman with golden brown skin, brown almond shaped eyes and collar length black hair. He is already an accomplished alchemist. He is a dominant, looking for a submissive boy. He finds what he's looking for in Kieran Morgan. He takes charge of Kieran and begins training him as a submissive. He gives Kieran alchemical elixirs that change his body, and he uses psychology to lead him to embrace his innate submissiveness. He has allowed himself to fall into tantric entanglement with Kieran, bringing them even closer. He believes that Kieran is his complement, the other half of his soul. Jason and Kieran are the suitemates of Alonzo and Erik.

·        Kieran Finley Morgan. An 18-year-old boy with pale skin, golden-red hair, and green eyes. At the beginning of the story, he is deeply closeted (he is unaware that said closet had glass doors everyone could see through) and stands at 72 inches and 180 pounds of muscle. He was a high school athlete who was on the diving team, the swim team, and the track team. Jason took charge of him shortly after they moved into the dorm and began training him to let his inner submissive out. Jason gives him alchemical elixirs that are changing him physically. He sometimes struggles with the idea that he's losing himself inside Jason, but he can't go long without his lover's touch. Kieran is somewhat naive. During the story he loses height, mass, and penis size. Jason says that he's not doing it, but Kieran is sure that he is. After being raped by Kyle Mason, he suffers psychological trauma and only his relationship with Jason gives stability to his life. He and Jason are suitemates with Alonzo and Erik. He has an artistic soul. Jason has decided that Kieran will change majors to Art. Kieran is a foundling mind mage with powers of telepathy and clairsentience.

·        Kyle Mason. A 19-year-old college freshman from Kentucky. He's recently developed his latent mind mage powers, but they're weak. Kyle begins the story as a high school athlete who's let himself go a little. He's 74" tall and weighs 250 pounds. He has a muscular build with a layer of fat and a small gut. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's a closeted gay man and a homophobe. He has a history of beating on gay acting guys who get him aroused. During the New Student Mixer, he raped Kieran Morgan. When he got back to his room, he beat on his smaller roommate Simon until he orgasmed in his pants. In return for these acts, Domenic Chase enslaved him and is turning him into a hot jock bitch. His life has become a prolonged slave training session. He begins to show remorse and even to accept his sexuality but tries to find a way out of his magical enslavement.

·        Marvin Oswald. A 20-year-old mage junior with talent in healing. He's studying premed in hopes of going into complementary healing.

·        Micah Blum. An 18-year-old mage boy who rooms with Darren. He used to spend most of his time with his two friends Oliver and Cameron. They were in a polyamorous relationship. Micah is a little afraid of Darren because he's afraid of werewolves. Once he was in an abusive relationship with his older cousin Remuel Adler, but now Micah has chosen Cameron Campbell as his boyfriend.

·        Oliver Rankin. A freshman mage (18 years old), one of the twink trio along with Micah Blum and Cameron Campbell. He describes himself as a rude, arrogant (because he is smarter than everyone around him) and unable to quickly read social cues. He's befriended Kyle Mason and works with him in science lab.

·        Rakesh Mishra. A 23-year-old graduate student of Indian American heritage. He's working on his MS in Psychology. He's a mind mage and a yogi master. He is one of Kieran's trainers. He lives off campus in Ibis House.

·        Sebastian Trent. A 24-year-old graduate student. He's the RA for his floor and he helps Professor Thorne to wrangle the mage and supernatural scholars on campus. His female counterpart is Clarissa Spencer. Sebastian is 70 inches tall and weighs 160 pounds. He has light brown hair and brown eyes. He was a little overwhelmed with the fallout from Alonzo's spell and Kieran's rape, so he allowed Domenic the leeway he needed to enslave Kyle. Now there's nothing he can do about it. Sebastian is gay. He has older men on campus who blow him in exchange for favors. He seems to have a lot of influence on campus for a grad student. He is dating Ethan Lowry but feels guilty about the age difference.

·        Seth Gray. A junior who is majoring in classics. He and his sister are twins, with long brown hair and light gray eyes. Both are tall and slender, but not overly thin. The two of them are the best alchemists at Severan college except for Jason. They came from Santa Fe New Mexico. The Grays are among the 50 families who run mage society.

·        Silvan Reynard. A sophomore mind mage who lives at Ibis House. He's 5 foot 8 inches tall, blond and slender with an almost elfin shape to his face despite being human. (The Reynards are said to have been fey touched for generations). He is in love with Rakesh Mishra. He and Kieran are in the same beginning yoga/mind magery classes.

·        Tristan Navarro. A 21-year-old senior seeking a degree in English Literature. He's filipino with medium beige skin, black hair, and dark eyes. He stands 66 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He likes short shorts and tight tee shirts. He's Elijah Jackson's lover and lives with him and Kendal. He calls Elijah daddy and Kendal brother. He has written two volumes in a series of mm romance novels about mages called Wands of Love and he intends to keep writing. He kept his own name and keeps his own finances, but he's no less devoted to Elijah than Kendal is.

Mundanes (or Unknown)

·        Amir Kassim. A junior, the boyfriend of the aggressive would-be dominant James McManus.

·        James McManus. A fair skinned guy with reddish hair who shares a literature class with Jason and Kieran. He admires Jason's relationship with Kieran and would like to control his own boyfriend Amir the same way.

·        Kendal Jackson. A 23-year-old college dropout. He's five foot three inches tall and weighs about 115 pounds. He has pale blond hair, heterochromatic eyes (one blue and one green), and extremely fair skin. He lives with Elijah Jackson and is one of his lovers. He hated college and dropped out. He stays home and keeps house for Elijah Jackson. He likes to wear women's clothing but identifies as a boy. He changed his last name and signed power of attorney to make Elijah control over his affairs. He's very submissive. He calls Elijah daddy and Tristan's brother.

·        Ryan Masters. A handsome junior with mixed Asian and Caucasian ancestry. He has light skin and brown wavy hair. His slanted eyes are green. He used Kyle in the gym locker room. He's close with Abe Grossman and the twins, Freddy and Teddy Zimmerman.

Skinchangers, Non-Werewolves

·        Tristan White. A 19-year-old college freshman. He stands only five and half feet tall and has sandy hair, fair skin, and hazel eyes. He's a wererat and a member of Oliver's study group. No relation to Stella White the werewolf.

Skinchangers, Werewolves

·        Aidan Stringer (alpha). A sophomore staying at the wolf house. He is a relative of Jarod Stringer, Howard Cromwell's right-hand man. Aidan is officially listed as a beta, but he's really an alpha. He claimed Chase Morris as his boyfriend/bitch and seems to be undermining the alpha leaders in some way. He's five foot eleven inches tall, 165 pounds.

·        Benjamin "Benjy" Gold (Beta). A twink beta-werewolf who shares a class with Simon. He has dark curly hair, light olive skin and slender build. He's very small, about 5 ft. 5 and 120 pounds.

·        Chase Morris (gamma). Aidan is a young high school dropout who comes from Middlebourne. He has dark hair that he wears hanging over his blue-gray eyes. His skin is very pale. He turns 18 on September 25th (5 days before Ethan Lowry). He was a virgin at the beginning of the series but gets involved with Aidan Stringer.

·        Darren Groves (Alpha). A 21-year-old college junior from Montana. A heavy-set man with shoulder length brown hair, a short beard, and brown eyes. He's powerfully built under his extra pounds. He's of average appearance. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 220 pounds. He's Drew's right-hand man. In a fit of lust, he groped Kieran in the laundry room. Who knows what would have happened if Drew hadn't broken it up? Despite this, Darren is a good guy. He's become a kind of avuncular figure for Kieran as one of his protectors on campus.

·        Drew (Andrew) Janowski (Alpha). A 22-year-old werewolf from rural Pennsylvania. He's 74 inches tall, with blond hair and green eyes. He wears a short, well-trimmed beard. He has a powerful build and weighs 220 pounds of solid muscle. He runs the local werewolf pack and helps Sebastian keep order on campus. He's bisexual. His girlfriend Dawn commands the female werewolves. He also likes handsome men and pretty boys. He took Simon into his room after he was attacked by Kyle.

·        Edgar Krause (Beta). A sophomore werewolf and friend of Aidan Stringer. He's Gordan Cooper's roommate in the dorms.

·        Gordan Cooper (Beta). A junior werewolf and a friend of Adrian Stringer. Edgar Krause's roommate.

·        Hugh Kent (Beta). A 19-year-old college freshman. Lalo's roommate. He was born mundane and then turned back in Michigan. Although self-identifying as straight and conservative, Hugh participates in the mounting ceremonies and surprised himself by enjoying that experience with his pack leader, Drew. He's in relationship with Vicky Garcia.

·        Lalo Arenas (Beta). A cute and thin latino freshman, with a wiry build. Lalo is short for Eduardo. He has light olive skin tone, jade green eyes, and brown hair. He is friends with the mage Oliver Rankin (they share a literature class), and now the two of them are dating. He's eighteen years old.

·        Simon Carter (Alpha). A 19-year-old gay college freshman. He's an African American boy (although his biological father was white) who was raised by two moms. He stands 68 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He's of average size, but the men he likes best are muscular jock types, most of whom aren't interested in bottoming for a skinny black boy. After getting beaten up by his roommate Kyle, he is moved to Drew's room.

·        Xav (Xavier) Janowski (Alpha). A 24-year-old werewolf who is spirit speaker (priest) for the werewolves. He stands 70 inches tall and weighs 150 pounds. He has long blond hair he wears in a French braid and deep sapphire blue eyes. He's Drew's older brother, and his closest advisor in the pack. He is the spiritual leader for the pack and gives spiritual advice to mundane clients who don't know he's a werewolf. He's flamboyant and campy. He is a total power bottom and fucking him can be a spiritual experience as well as a physical one.

·        Zeno Schiller (Alpha). A grad student, brother of Dawn and supporter of Drew Janowski. Drew was sleeping with Zeno before he even met Dawn. He's six feet tall and weighs 175 pounds. He has dark hair and olive skin tone. He has very little body fat and keeps his impressive body shaved. He is a dancer and according to Drew he has the greatest core body strength of anyone he knows. He's a power bottom who runs Wolf House. He's taking a semester off after showing up to school late. He works as a stripper at the Blue Room, a gay bar on the edge of town.

Places

·        Baylor Hall. A dorm building at Severan College which is used to house the mages and lupipelles (werewolves) on campus. The third floor is use by male supernaturals and the fourth by female supernaturals. The muripelles (wererats) refuse to use this dorm and they stay elsewhere on campus. The dorm has a dining hall on the first floor.

·        Blue Room. A gay strip bar operated by the weretiger Mahendra Khatri. Most of the employees and clientele can't see through the velamen arcanum. Zeno Schiller dances here and a lot of versipelles and mages frequent the place. Unfortunately for most of our main characters, the minimum age to enter is 21.

·        Ibis House. A large house in town that is used by the mages as off-campus residence. It's shielded by the velamen arcanum and mundanes tend to ignore it. It's been modified by magic over the decades and has a lot of magical features and defenses. There's a magic circle to make translocation spells easier to use. It's owned and operated by the Ibis Foundation, a mage NGO that maintains Ibis House facilities near mundane universities in many towns.

·        Numina Flux Zone (NFZ). This area of southeastern Ohio is a weak spot between the worlds. Magic rituals are easier to perform here, and a higher-than-average number of people born in the region have mage talent, although most of them are never identified or trained. The realms of faerie, umbra, outland, spirit, underworld, astral, dream, and light are easily accessed from this zone. Other realms may or may not be easier to reach from here than from elsewhere. A similar, but smaller zone surrounds the Sagacia Academy and the Ossuarium in the Bayou of Louisiana.

·        Severan College. A fictional private college in fictional Severan Ohio. It was founded by the mage Aurelius Severan, originally to provide mundane college degrees to young mages. To accomplish this goal, mundane professors needed to be hired. Over time, the magical nature of the school became hidden behind a layer of mundane scholars and professors. The college sits near dead center of the numina flux zone that marks a weak spot between the worlds.

·        Severan House. The oldest building on campus was originally the home of Aurelius Severan, the mage who founded the college. Severan House contains offices, a museum, and several mage-only facilities, including a magic circle in the basement to make translocation spells more accurate. Students living at Ibis House and mages visiting from other towns and states use this circle to arrive in Severan.

·        Wolf House. A large farmhouse surrounded by row apartments used by werewolves to house wolves who can't or don't want to live on campus. It's governed by Zeno Schiller with the aid of a council of alphas. It's the headquarters of the Severan Pack.